In the dilapidated alley, Li Mengzhou looked at the scene outside Baihong Town with a serious expression.

After all, he had contact with Lu Qingchan. At this time, he looked at Lu Qingchan with a little desperate look and insisted on drawing his sword, and he would inevitably feel a little complicated.

He could see clearly that Lu Qingchan was already at the end of his strength.

Lu Qingchan's battle against the water had a breath that was difficult to explain.

Li Mengzhou's expression was complicated, while Xiao Zhinan's expression was also a little sad.

Out of respect for the predecessors, even though Lu Qingchan and Feng Zhengyang were just wild cultivators who had no fame in the mountains, they could be called masters when they reached such a height in the mountains. Drawing their swords at the cost of life is already very sad.

It's hard not to move people.

"This may be the last knife drawn by the senior." Li Mengzhou thought about the pair of masters and apprentices who were always playing and playing. It seemed that there was no rule. The teacher was not like a teacher, and the apprentices were not like an apprentice, but the relationship between them was very heavy and nothing could be replaced.

Xiao Zhinan said, "Do you want to help him?"

Li Mengzhou remained silent.

If he didn't know, of course he could not hold on to his own, but if he just watched what happened before him, he would have never met Lu Qingchan and Jing Sansan. Even if he was just a stranger, it would be difficult to treat him as not seeing him.

"I can't beat the old guy in Taoist robe." Although Feng Zhengyang is not young, his realm is finally there. Even if Li Mengzhou uses all the cards, it is not enough for Feng Zhengyang to cut it with one knife.

If you want to help, you have to do what you can.

Xiao Zhinan naturally has the ability, but the premise is, why did Xiao Zhinan go to help Lu Qingchan, whom he had never met before?

She is not a nosy person.

Besides, it was Lu Qingchan's battle, and perhaps he didn't want outsiders to intervene.

Because his attitude of drawing his sword has already said it all.

Even without this battle, Lu Qingchan actually didn't have much time to live. This was the last battle in his life, so a third person shouldn't have appeared.

Just be a bystander, just be a bystander.

At least they are all witnesses to this battle.

The battle for Lu Qingchan to end his curtain call.

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When two swords outside Baihong Town met, the majestic and majestic aura exploded, and they walked through the wind and rain, shattering one raindrop after another. Even though the two old men fighting on rainy nights did not make much move, their determination between them could shake the world.

Feng Zhengyang's knife is extremely strong, the old force has not yet disappeared, and the new force has emerged.

Lu Qingchan's knife went forward and was a knife that was urged to the extreme.

The roaring wind and rain are raging.

They were trapped in their respective auras, blocking thousands of wind and rain, but also walking through the wind and rain. Each raindrop that fell around them seemed to turn into a sharp blade in an instant, shaving their bodies to the fullest.

The cold wind and rain brushed past them, and the sweeping airflow was wrapped around like reins, shackles and blocking their pace of progress.

However, this kind of restraint and obstruction is obviously more serious to Lu Qingchan.

Feng Zhengyang gradually came back from the madness. He gasped slightly and looked at Lu Qingchan who had drawn his sword in front of him. He seemed to no longer see any of his unforgiving attitude of being unforgiving. This made Feng Zhengyang, who had been used to it, a little confused.

But Feng Zhengyang was soon guessed by Lu Qingchan's state.

His expression became a little complicated. Although he wanted to kill Lu Qingchan even though he had to die, things had developed to this point and had been entangled with each other for most of his life. Feng Zhengyang also had a slight astringent feeling in his heart that was difficult to understand.

He looked at Lu Qingchan at this time very seriously and said, "As long as you are willing to hand over that magical power, maybe I can't kill you. Anyway, you won't live long. I'll give you the last time to enjoy your old age."

Without thinking, Lu Qingchan said directly: "I have changed the magical power to roast chicken for a long time. Why don't you believe it? If you don't want to kill me, you will go home obediently. If you want magical power, you will definitely not."

Before he finished speaking, a wave of air emerged from his palms. The spirit of the Qi Hai was rushing wildly, gathering all on the sword. Thunder exploded in the night sky, illuminating the entire Baihong Town.

With a loud bang, the bluestone road outside Baihong Town exploded, and the splashing raindrops were like sharp blades, cutting the door wall, leaving behind round pits or slender scratches.

Lu Qingchan and Feng Zhengyang were both shrunk back by the bursting wave of air. The rain curtain that had been frozen in the air for a moment poured down again, and the sound of rain fell to the ground, which was particularly dull.

Feng Zhengyang was gasping for a while, feeling a little dizzy, and as steady as possible with the surging blood. His eyes were staring at Lu Qingchan fiercely, and he shouted in a angrily voice: "I want to give you a more decent way of death, you are so ignorant!"

In his thoughts, he was killed in humiliation and took the initiative to hand over his magical powers, and died normally, of course, the latter was more decent.

But Lu Qingchan's idea was obviously different from him.

Moreover, he didn't believe in Feng Zhengyang very much. If Feng Zhengyang took the opportunity to find Jing Sansan's trace and strangle them, it would not be impossible.

What's more, even if he dies, Lu Qingchan would not think that was humiliating, because he would do his best to make Feng Zhengyang pay the price and give Jing Sansan the opportunity to survive.

The best result is to die together, so the grudges of the previous generation will be settled.

Even in this situation, Lu Qingchan's mouth is still quite strong. I think Jing Sansan has become like that and was influenced by Lu Qingchan, but Jing Sansan is better than the blue one.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He raised his knife and said, "You chop me with the knife and tell me decent? I think I, Lu Qingchan, have some reputation in the mountains and fields. Which green onion are you Feng Zhengyang? If I surrender to you, it will be really not decent at all. Even if I surrender to the Fengjiang Grand Master Alliance, I will be better in terms of face."

Lu Qingchan did not say a dirty word, but the meaning of it was already very clear.

That is, Feng Zhengyang is not qualified in the mountains and fields, and he is not worthy of carrying shoes for Lu Qingchan. The Fengjiang Grand Master Alliance is the leader of the secular martial arts world. Compared with the practitioners, it is of course nothing. All the masters in the Grand Master Alliance can compete with practitioners in the third realm, but Feng Zhengyang is a monk in the fourth realm and is incomparable.

The anger that Feng Zhengyang finally suppressed was picked up by Lu Qingchan again.

He gasped quickly.

But soon he noticed something.

While Lu Qingchan was talking, the knife in his hand had already been raised, and a little cold light appeared, which was ready to go. All the Qi Hai Lingyuan poured into the blade, and no drop was left. Lu Qingchan's face turned extremely pale, but his eyes were firmly holding the knife.

Feng Zhengyang's face changed slightly. He looked at Lu Qingchan with a little horror and said anxiously: "What do you want to do?!"

Lu Qingchan was consuming all his vitality to cut out the strongest knife in his life.

A way of fighting for life.

But even if Lu Qingchan, who is at the end of his strength, can he slash out even if he consumes the remaining vitality?

Lu Qingchan himself was not sure.

Feng Zhengyang was really a little panicked.

If you pour all your Qihai Spiritual Yuan into your body, you will usually weaken for a period of time and slowly recover. However, if you consume your vitality, it means taking away the vitality in the Qihai Sea and causing the collapse of the Qihai Sea. That is a trick that is really a desperate bet and will do anything to do. It is a killer move that truly cuts off all vitality and blocks all the retreat.

Lu Qingchan held the belief that he would die.

This is tragic and never humiliating.

But Feng Zhengyang doesn't want to die.

He chased into Baihong Town to seize the magical powers and then killed two masters and disciples of Lu Qingchan, not to be buried with Lu Qingchan.

Even Miss Ning and Jian Shuxuan who were watching secretly had a serious expression.

Although they did not recognize who Lu Qingchan and Feng Zhengyang were, they were all great monks at the peak of the fourth realm. Not to mention in the mountains, looking at the entire world, they were also very powerful beings. They were only one step away from being able to cross the threshold of the fifth realm.

They just came to join in the fun, but the result of this battle was unexpected.

In Zhao Sandao's shop, Jing Sansan was stuffing flesh into his mouth frantically, his eyes were a little congested. He didn't go to see the situation outside Baihong Town, but his suppressed emotions made him slightly collapse.

Jing Sansan was not an idiot. He knew very well that what Lu Qingchan said was an excuse, but he knew even more clearly what Lu Qingchan wanted him to do. He had never heard Lu Qingchan say that this was the only time. He didn't know whether he should be obedient, but he didn't want to disappoint Lu Qingchan.

A figure stood outside the shop.

Jing Sansan didn't go to see it, his mouth was stuffed with flesh, his face was greasy, his voice was a little vague, but he said coldly: "What are you doing? I didn't go to find you in the dilapidated alley."

Li Mengzhou was silent for a moment and said, "You really want to go."

Jing Sansan snorted coldly: "I know the old guy can't survive, and I know he wants me to survive. In fact, I knew he was about to lose his life, because when he was beating me, his strength was not as strong as before. To this day, it makes me feel like he is giving me a massage, but I am still howling and cooperating with him. Even if there is no enemy to find this place, the old guy will leave me."

"But it is precisely because of that old bastard Feng Zhengyang that the old guy left me in advance. I will remember it deeply in my heart and will never forget it in my life. I will be obedient and listen to the old guy's words, but I will avenge this revenge sooner or later!"

Feng Zhengyang's strength was not even sure about Lu Qingchan. Of course, Jing Sansan could run over at all costs, but the consequence was that the master and apprentice died together. In general, Feng Zhengyang would live well and he would never be able to avenge this revenge.

Li Mengzhou, who heard Jing Sansan's words, could naturally notice how painful Jing Sansan felt at this time. He hid here not only to be able to survive, but not to die in vain. He would spend his whole life to help Lu Qingchan take revenge.

Even if you die, at least you have to kill Feng Zhengyang first.

What is clear now is that even if Lu Qingchan and Jing Sansan join forces, it will be difficult to kill Feng Zhengyang.

Even Jing Sansan will get in the way.

It was a battle for the peak cultivator of the fourth realm. If Jing Sansan appeared there, there would be no need for Feng Zhengyang to shoot out the knife. As he pointed his mind, Jing Sansan would not have the power to resist, and even the time to help Lu Qingchan delay the rest of his breath was not enough.

Even Li Mengzhou is the case.

After all, the cultivation level between the two sides is too big.
Chapter completed!