Chapter 500： Reunion (1/2)

Until that day, the mask Li Xiong was born and killed half of the Taoist priests in Zishan Mountain, leaving with serious injuries.

The lush foliage scratched his face, creating a shallow wound. Li Xiong laughed at himself in his heart that the oil and the lamp were dry, and the plants could scratch himself.

He was running out of energy, feeling that he would die exhausted at any time. He broke through the large array of Zishanguan with his own strength, beheaded real people and apprentices in Quanyang, and slaughtered more than 200 disciples. Finally calmly.

Although the concept of Zishan Temple cannot be compared with the great faction that has passed down the millennium, this record is enough to shock the world. Very few young people can do this.

”If it were the two of them, it would be easier, it wouldn't be like jade, almost burnt.” Li Xiong didn't dare stop for a moment, because there was a disciple of Zishanguan behind him who was chasing after him.

The experience of the rivers and lakes is too shallow, or in other words, the mixed behavior style is rooted in the bones. If he continued to pretend to be a master just now and left in a hurry, perhaps the remaining disciples of Zishanguan would not dare to chase.

But after all, he was foolish, and after leaving that particular remark, he slipped away. Expose in front of Zishanguan disciples, let them know that they have overdrawn.

But you can't beat and run, typical junk style.

”Villain, don't run.”

”You killed us, you must stay and bury him today.”

The chasing priests shouted and shouted behind him. Li Xiong ignored and ran away, thinking that he still had a chance. He wrote a letter to the two worshiping brothers when he went to revenge, but nothing was written. They see and understand.

The brothers who cut the yellow chicken and worshiped the heaven and earth had difficulties on one side and two sides to help, which seemed to Li Xiong to be just and righteous.

”Bang ...”

At this time, among the Taoists chasing behind him, several people suddenly took out the pistol and pulled the trigger towards Li Xiong without hesitation.

Lying down!

This group of monks have pistols ...

A bullet flew over his arm, opened his sleeves, cut his skin, and shot a scapula. Fortunately, the dense forest blocked the view, and the Taoist priests behind him did not shoot well, so other bullets were not shot. .

If it was at its peak, Li Xiong wouldn't look at a hot weapon like a pistol, and he didn't know how many times stronger than the bullet. However, Hu Luo Pingyang was bullied by the dogs, and these bullets now have a lethal lethality to him.

As the law enforcer of this era, it is not surprising that the Daofo Association has a firearm configuration. After all, the blood community is the most rookie and low-handed, and the number of high-handed is small. Even if China has a high population density, the number of top-level high-handed people is higher than in other countries. There are many.

So firearms are very powerful against rookies and low hands.

”Bang!”

Another dense barrage shot came, the branches were broken, and the broken leaves splashed. Li Xiong's thigh was shot by the stream, almost a cricket.

After a leg injury, the running speed dropped, coupled with severe physical exhaustion, Li Xiong was quickly caught up.

Seven or eight priests chased and stopped him, blocking his way, ”Look how you run.”

The few Taoist priests holding the gun said nothing, but they fired directly, and they started sharply, without the intention of capturing Li Xiong. Probably because he had seen his power and did not dare to capture it, it was equal to giving him a chance to breathe.

The deafening gunshot rang through the forest, gun smoke emitted from the muzzle, and the bullet spun out of the gun barrel.

”Ding!”

There was a clear, sharp sound in the air. It was the sound that the bullet was hit by some force. Then, the Taoist snorted at the scene, and fell unconscious.

A young man jumped down from a treetop nearby, exhaling with a lingering sigh of relief: ”Oh, almost came a step late.”

He combed his big back, smeared his hair, and wore a light white suit. In this era, this outfit was very irritating, and only high-class talents wore it.

I haven't seen it for a few years. Li Wuxiang, who has a flared trousers and a sour head, grew up to be a man with a big back and a suit. If he hangs a toilet paper on his chest, he should be properly sang on the beach.

”If you don't come again, I will die here.” Li Xiong cursed, while holding the iron sword to the unconscious Taoist men, asked casually: ”Are you in love?”

”How do you know?” Li Wuxiang was quite surprised.

”You are now exhaling the smell of the fork fork worm, dressed like a courtship male creature.” Li Xiong said.

”It's like extreme love.” Li Wuxiang winked and winked. ”Tell you, I'm talking about the assembly .... Hey, what are you doing?”

His face suddenly changed.

The iron sword in Li Xiong's hand was aimed at a Taoist's chest, and the proper tone was: ”It's a killer and a killer.”

Li Wuxiang's mood was all gone, and his face was serious: ”You have avenged yourself, and now your life is not threatened, why should you kill someone?”

”Do you have an opinion?” Li Xiong stared at him. Under the mask, a pair of pupils lit up with scarlet light.

”Li Xiong!” Li Wuxiang shouted, as if the sound of thunder was roaring and his ears trembled.

Buddhist magic: Lion roar.

This is not the kind of low-level effort of Hedong Lion's Hole that relies solely on high-decibel sound waves to deter his own man. The Buddhist lion roar of the eight classic scriptures has the effect of expelling the demon, making people tremble and realize their own hearts.

Li Xiong's body shook, and the red light in his eyes went out. When Li Wuxiangsong breathed out, he suddenly stabbed with a sword, killed the Taoist priest, and then wielded the sword to drive the only Qi machine to kill. The rest of the Taoist.

”You ...” Li Wuxiang was angry.

Li Xiong waved his hand: ”I don't want to argue with you, right, what about Tong Xuanzi?”

”I don't know.” Li Wuxiang turned his head to the side.

”Oh, I saw it.” Li Xiong looked up and looked at a dense place somewhere in the branches: ”Come out, watch the movie for so long, or aren't you brothers?”