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Long Haikong slowly said: ”You guys always say that I used the Flying Dragon Eight Strikes to kill who and who. If I can't argue, I'll really kill one! From today onwards, you can say that I, Long Haikong, used the Flying Dragon Eight Strikes to kill the people of Tianyi Villa.

His tall figure stood on the hillside, looking extremely composed. Second Brother shouted, ”Kill him!”

A dozen or so people flew up into the air, Long Haikong's right arm did not move, and they completely ignored the two swords that pierced towards his right arm. His left hand flexed and contracted as he grabbed a long knife with his narrow hands. He swung twice with his sword, and the arms of the two broke as he swung again. Like lightning, their heads flew high into the sky. Suddenly, they turned around and let out a loud shout. The blade slashed down, cutting one of the man's sword, cutting him in half, causing him to feel pain on his right arm, he had already been pierced through, but Long Haikong ignored him, the blade pierced through his ribs and stabbed into his chest. With just a few movements, more than half of the dozen people were instantly killed. The second brother was greatly alarmed. He would never have thought that this person had such a unique skill with the blade. His blade technique was like thunder and lightning; it was not inferior to any other famous blade master in this world. What was even more amazing was that both his blade and his martial arts had been infused with all the power in his body, and his speed and strength had been matched equally. There were only a dozen or so remaining disciples of the Villa and the three elders only left himself and Third Brother. He had to take advantage of this man's injuries and get rid of him. Otherwise, this would be the biggest failure in the history of the Tianyi Villa!

had already used all of his strength in the previous few moves, and the cold poison from the Yellowpalm had not been completely removed, now that his left arm had also become slightly weaker, the stinging pain from his right arm had slowly recovered his senses, but the more he fought, the harder it was for him to control his will. With a loud shout, his blade shot out like lightning, like a mad tiger, he rushed into the crowd, without caring about the wounds on his body, and continued to fight with all his might!

Suddenly, Long Haikong felt a strong impact on his chest, his body couldn't help but lean backwards and pain came from his waist, there was already a deep stab of a sword. He roared, and with a wave of the long knife, like a gust of wind blowing past, the three people beside him all fell to the ground. A black figure flashed by and struck the door to Long Haikong's residence with a palm. Long Haikong swept his long knife and landed on the ground with his arms.

It was that Old Third, there was already no one around Long Haikong, the ground was filled with wreckage and corpses, the sight of death was appalling, the hillside was also covered in blood, dyed red with the grass and dirt here. Long Haikong slowly raised his head, and stared at Old Third, not saying a word, the killing intent in his eyes gradually thickening.

At this time, he saw a pair of eyes that were brimming with killing intent shooting straight at him. The long knife in his hands was drenched in blood and was glowing red under the sunset. His voice was extremely slow, but each of his words was filled with deterrence.

He could not help but shake his head, suddenly took two steps back, flew far away, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Although he had lost his left arm, which more or less affected his balance, with this matter of life and death, he still ran very fast, perhaps even faster than the fastest lightness exercise!

Long Haikong stared at the direction he was escaping in, and after a long while, he suddenly fell onto his back, falling into a pool of blood! His right arm could not move, and his left arm could not move at all. If Ol 'Three had not left just now, he would not have had a chance, and the one who would have died would have been him. Although Ol' Three was also injured, that was not a serious injury to him. As long as Ol 'Three could move, it could kick him to death. Unfortunately, he didn't dare!

His martial arts had completely destroyed Old Third's confidence!

Long Haikong laid in a pool of blood, slowly condensing his Qi. He felt that it was not difficult to condense his Qi, but no matter how difficult it was, he had to persevere!