Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

As Li Huowang drew his sword, a strong murderous aura filled the entire Juyi Hall, making everyone present seem to be in the center of the battlefield.

Three swords were drawn continuously, and bandits with various weapons from all directions rushed up with murderous aura.

However, some of the bandits couldn't hold it any longer, and the fear in their eyes deepened.

When the sword was inserted again, the surroundings quickly calmed down.

At this time, the bandit leader's laughter also disappeared, and the three people who were drinking and eating meat raised their chins and stared at Li Huowang motionless.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely dignified, the bald man who was sitting took a fried peanut and stuffed it into his mouth.

A wide-faced bandit with a wide smile immediately flashed out from the side to smooth things out.

"This real person, don't worry. If you have something to do, let's discuss it. It's fate to meet each other. Let's sit down and have a drink together."

Li Huowang didn't have stage fright, so he went over and sat down, picked up the meat they had eaten, and ate it.

The round-faced man who rounded the field hunched his waist and stayed by Li Huowang's side, waiting carefully like a buddy.

He took out a paper fan with landscape paintings from his arms, fanned it lightly to Li Huowang, and put it away.

He pointed to a bald man who was sitting at the head of the Eight Immortals Table with a golden sword. "This is our big boss, the big golden dragon."

"This is our second-in-command, Xiashan Tiger." The bandit in a tiger-skin coat snorted coldly.

After saying this, it was over without introducing the last person.

The last man on the table with a gloomy expression took a big gulp from the sea bowl.

He is very distinctive, except for his fierce appearance and the word prison tattooed on his left forehead. No matter who these three people are, their skeletons are huge, far bigger than the others.

Immediately after, the round-faced man tapped his nose with a fan. "In Xia Liuxiang, I'm a calligrapher in the stockade, and I've seen a real person."

"Is the troupe still there? How many have died?" Li Huowang asked straightly.

The man in the tiger-skin coat beside him was about to say something irritable, but was pressed down by the big golden dragon with a look.

As he waved his hand, after a while, a few unkempt people were brought out. These people were Lu Jiaban who had not been seen for a long time.

As soon as he saw Li Huowang sitting with those bandit leaders, Lu Zhuangyuan immediately knelt down and kept kowtow.

The sound was extremely miserable.

"Little Daoist! Little Daoist help!!"

He used the tip of his tongue to shave the shredded meat between his teeth. After Li Huowang swept them across their faces, he stood up and prepared to walk out of the cave.

Lu Zhuangyuan burst into tears with joy, and hurriedly dragged his son, who had been beaten and bloodied, to follow.

"Wait~ Did I tell you to leave?"

As soon as these arrogant words came out, the bandits around him immediately blocked Li Huowang's way.

Li Huowang turned around and found that the person who spoke was not the so-called Da Jinlong, but the man with a gloomy expression on his forehead.

He tapped on the table with his sturdy joint, "Come on, let's drink, the troupe will put it away beforehand, what does Siqi Youjia have to do with you?"

"Four Qi right home?"

Seeing that Li Huowang was confused, the man smiled, sipped an edamame and took a sip of wine.

"Stop pretending, your sword belongs to You Zixiong, right? He will give you this sword for no reason?"

Seeing the man looking at the sword behind him, Li Huowang began to have some thoughts at this moment. It seemed that there were many other things on the sword.

After looking at the three people's faces for a while, Li Huowang noticed something was wrong.

Although it seems that the bandits in this stockade are the so-called big bosses. But this man was so rude that he didn't give any face to the other party.

"Who are you? The third master in this stockade?

"The third boss! I'm **** called Wang Deqiu!"

The man suddenly burst into flames and slapped Li Huowang directly in the heart, knocking him out.

This force was so great that it almost knocked Li Huowang into the air and couldn't get out.

The tall Gao Zhijian rushed up quickly and caught Li Huowang with his wide hands.

Covering his unbearably painful chest with his hands, Li Huowang suddenly burst into anger, drew his sword and charged towards the man.

Wang Deqiu stood there with a surprised expression, looking at Li Huowang who was rushing towards him

"This person ate my palm, but his heart still hasn't broken? There are some ways."

"His grandmother's! Made this grandson!" Da Jinlong lifted the table with his feet, kicked the Baxian Table out, took out a mace, and charged towards him.

With this move, the surroundings suddenly became completely chaotic, and all the bandits rushed up one after another.

It seems that the strength of the two sides is very different. Li Huowang's side is destined to be shriveled.

Gao Zhijian roared angrily, swung the stick in his hand vigorously, and directly lifted the three of them flying.

Just as the two bandits with daggers were about to go around, a pair of hands with black nails inserted into their necks.

Several Tu Gang standing in the distance raised the crossbow arrows in their hands, Chun Xiaoman slammed them open,

He directly raised his sword and cut off the fingernails of his two fingers, including the flesh of the belt.

With Chun Xiaoman's screams, her fingernails flew up, and everyone between her and the bandits with long crossbows were in different places.

Li Huowang didn't pay attention to the back. At this time, his attention was all focused on the three people in front of him. These three people are the core of the entire bandit den.

"Qiang!" Down the Mountain Tiger's huge ring knife collided heavily with the long sword in Li Huowang's hand, and the huge force pushed Li Huowang back several steps.

But that was the end of it. With the sound of stabbing, the sharp sword in Li Huowang's hand easily cut off Xiashan Tiger's big ring saber and slashed straight at his face.

"Second!" The big golden dragon roared and rushed up to help his brothers, when Wang Deqiu rushed forward first.

He held a long, jet-black straight sword in his hand, and with an afterimage, he slashed towards Li Huowang's sword-holding hand.

"Clang~!" Accompanied by the crisp metal impact, the straight knife directly popped out a gap.

Li Huowang retreated and moved his target.

The skills of these three people are obviously higher than that of Li Huowang, but their shortcomings are equally deadly, that is, weapons, all of which are broken in a few moments.

In this regard, the three of them began to focus on containment~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and dared not fight against Li Huowang.

When the pressure subsided a little, a woman with a red hijab came over to make a clearance.

"Dong dong dong!! The whip will sound as soon as the drum hits, and the drum will sound to invite the immortals. If the immortals are asked to press the inner immortal first, the three-folded wolf master's three-folded threshold..."

The red hijab quickly raised the three wolf heads and bit the big golden dragon's neck fiercely.

The wolf's head was quickly smashed, but it quickly condensed, biting it hard again, biting out the bones of the big golden dragon, and the sprayed blood dyed the red hijab even redder.

Taking advantage of this gap, Li Huowang immediately chopped off the head of the second master, and he looked at Wang Deqiu with the **** sword.

"It is said that the Green Forest has rules, but I found that they are all bullshit, and the rules are the sword in the hand!"

Facing the desperate situation, Wang Deqiu smiled. "There are rules, but the rules also depend on the person. Houshu people don't follow the rules of the right family in Siqi."

"What's the meaning?"

"Siqi's right family is a military family. How many Houshu people did they kill? Do you really think we can let you swagger in the past?"

"Oh, when did the bandits talk about national friendship? If you really want to talk about this, why did you rebel in the first place?"

Facing Li Huowang's contempt, Wang Deqiu smiled and said nothing.

Li Huowang looked at his smiling face, his expression gradually became cold, he suddenly wanted to understand the identity of the other party.

"Wait, you are not bandits! You are soldiers!"

"Hehe, bandits and soldiers, is it necessary to distinguish so clearly? Isn't it all about murderers?"

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