Infinite Myth Counterattack

Chapter 584 Dong Long, Do You Remember Me?

In a courtyard at the highest point of Bajiaozhai, this is Dong Long's residence. When the massacre broke out in the lower village, Dong Long was already alarmed.

However, when he came out holding his unique weapon, the Tiehua log, he found that his generals Zhao Xinhou, Geng Yun and others had all been killed, lying in the yard with his confidants, and in the middle of the yard, There were only two people standing, a man and a woman.

Luo Changfeng and Ah Qing didn't wear Taoist robes this time, but changed into casual clothes. They came to avenge their personal revenge, and there was no need to involve Chunyang.

Moreover, after the Bajiaozhai and Juxianzhai are wiped out, the Tiandihui will officially declare war on the Twelve Lianhuanwu, and Chunyang Palace is not suitable for mixing in.

"bang"

"It was you who killed my men?" Dong Long put the log on the ground, with a look of ruthlessness on his gloomy face, and asked in a ferocious voice.

Luo Changfeng took two steps forward and said calmly, "Dong Long, do you still remember me?"

Dong Long's only remaining one eye narrowed slightly, and he looked Luo Changfeng up and down a few times, but he didn't recognize him, "Which onion are you? Why does the Lord remember you?"

Luo Changfeng suddenly felt melancholy, sighed, and said quietly: "Unexpectedly, I have forgotten you for eight years, but you have already forgotten me, so I will remind you to remind you, so that you can know why you died."

Luo Changfeng stared at Dong Long, and said in a deep voice: "Eight years ago, in the woods outside Daoxiang Village, do you still remember the young man who was carrying the Kongming Art?"

Dong Long suddenly realized, he grinned grinningly and said: "So it's you, that trash who can't even pierce my protective energy, I can't think of you are still alive."

"If Li Fuheng hadn't intervened back then, you would have been smashed into meat paste by me. Why, after going back to practice hard for eight years, do you think you can fight me now?"

Dong Long was not too afraid of Luo Changfeng, because in the past eight years, his martial arts did not stand still.

Back then, the other party couldn't even pierce his protective qi, which meant that his kung fu was not a magic skill.

Although the Kongming Jue was in his body, he knew as soon as he thought about it that it was given to him by Tang Jian before he died, and he probably hadn't had time to practice it.

He also knew about the relationship between Li Fu and Tang Jian, the Kong Ming Jue must have fallen into Li Fu's hands in the end, otherwise, if this kid had practiced the Kong Ming Jue, why would he have to wait eight years before coming to him?

The only thing he is afraid of now is the fight at the foot of the mountain. I don't know who attacked the Bajiao village, but he has 8000 people under his command. As long as the imperial court does not send out a large army, he will not be afraid.

And if the imperial court sent a large army, it is impossible for him not to hear the news, so he is still stable now.

Luo Changfeng smiled and said: "Eight years, actually, why would it take eight years to kill you, but just kill you, how can we avenge the massacre of Daoxiang Village?"

"Only by uprooting the Twelve Links can the hatred in my heart be eliminated. Bajiaozhai and you, Dong Long, are just the beginning."

After hearing Luo Changfeng's words, Dong Long's already ferocious face became even more ferocious like a ghost. He wrapped his right arm around the log and shouted angrily, "It's up to you? I want to see it. What kind of skills have you learned in the past eight years, dare to speak wild words... drink..."

It's still the original formula, and it's still the familiar taste...

With a loud shout, Dong Long jumped up, holding the iron birch log with both arms, and with the pressure of Mount Tai, he smashed down on Luo Changfeng's head. Both in power and speed, he was much stronger than eight years ago .

Unfortunately, compared to eight years ago, Luo Changfeng is now more than ten chips stronger.

Facing the move that he didn't dare to fight head-on eight years ago and could only dodge it, Luo Changfeng didn't even draw his sword out of its sheath. He just calmly raised his sword finger and pointed at Dong Long who was in the air. , a sword qi shot out, facing the top of the falling log.

"boom"

Amidst the huge roar, Dong Long turned pale in shock. He only felt an irresistible force coming from the log, and his body was pushed back uncontrollably.

What shocked him the most was that the front end of the iron birch, which had been used for more than ten or twenty years and had never been damaged by any magic weapon, was torn apart by the sword energy, and a section of it was cut short.

"bang"

Dong Long fell to the ground in embarrassment, staggered back five or six steps, looked at Luo Changfeng with a livid face, how could it be possible?How could it become so strong?
Luo Changfeng slanted his sword finger in front of his chest, without looking at Dong Long, he said coldly: "Eight years ago, I couldn't pierce your body-protecting qi, but now, your body-protecting qi is in my eyes, It's just a layer of window paper."

"laugh"

After saying this, Luo Changfeng pointed out again, and the second sword qi shot at Dong Long who was five feet away.

"puff"

The sword energy was faster than lightning, Dong Long failed to react, his left shoulder was pierced in an instant, and a ball of blood burst out, and his protective body energy was like Luo Changfeng said, just like a layer of window paper, without a trace. It can block sword energy even for an instant.

"you you……"

Dong Long was desperate. Leaning on a short log, he knelt on the ground on one knee, looking at Luo Changfeng with fear in his eyes.

"Brother, let me take Dong Long's life!"

At this moment, Dong Long found a series of gray and white figures, like spirit apes, jumped in from outside the fence, and soon filled the courtyard, surrounding him.

And the sound of fighting just now below has completely calmed down, and an unbelievable thought came to Dong Long's mind. Could it be that my eight thousand brothers in Bajiaozhai were all killed in such a short time?

Looking at the clothes of these people in Yuejin Yard, Dong Long knew their identities immediately, because the clothes were so recognizable that they were even a bit out of tune with the style of this world, um, too conservative.

"Heaven...earth...will." Dong Long said these three words after gritting his teeth.

Luo Changfeng turned around and walked to Mo Yu's side, saying, "Go! Do what you should do."

"Crack...knock..."

Mo Yu casually inserted the long sword that was still dripping blood into the ground, clenched his fists tightly with such force that even his knuckles creaked.

"Dong Long, the blood debt of Daoxiang Village should be paid." Mo Yuhong shouted with eyes wide open, kicked his right foot on the ground suddenly, unleashed the Great Demon Subduing Fist, and rushed towards Dong Long with his bare hands.

Although Dong Long's left arm was abolished, even with only his right arm left, he still has tremendous strength. He knew that he had no way out today, so he went crazy.

"what……"

With a wild cry, Dong Long stood up with a distorted expression, lifted his right arm holding the log, threw the remaining log up, and pushed it on the bottom of the log with his palm.

The log seemed to have turned into a fired shell, and rushed towards Mo Yu who was rushing towards him.

"boom"

Mo Yu didn't dodge or dodge, his true energy was condensed on the front of his fist, and he punched the iron birch. His skill was not as good as Luo Changfeng's, he couldn't smash the iron birch, but he still blasted the iron birch into the sky. Go, I don't know where I fell.

With the most violent posture, Mo Yu fought Dong Long in a close hand-to-hand fight, which was completely crushed in terms of skill.

After ten years of painstakingly cultivating the Kongming Jue, and another five years of practicing the modified version of the Nine Yin Mantra, Mo Yu's skill has already reached the level of a top master.

The martial arts in the Nine Yin Manual are exquisite, and Mo Yu has an unparalleled talent in unarmed martial arts. Dong Long only resisted more than ten moves before he turned into a sandbag of human flesh.

"This punch was for Master Liu Dahai..."

"bang"

"This punch is for Xiaobai..."

"bang"

"This punch was for the old village chief..."

"bang"

"This punch was for the innocent villagers who died tragically in Daoxiang Village..."

"bang"

Every time Mo Yu roared and punched, Dong Long was about to spit out a big mouthful of blood, his aura was already exhausted to the extreme.

Ah Qing's nose was sore, and she leaned against Luo Changfeng's shoulder, she was quite calm, but her rapidly rising and falling chest also showed that her heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

However, Mao Mao and Wang Dashi's eyes were red, tears were streaming down their faces, and they kept calling out the names in memory one by one, telling them that he had avenged them.

"This punch...is for the goodness of the world, for the sake of the heavenly justice...Yeah..."

"bang"

"boom"

With the last punch, Mo Yu used ten percent of his strength, and Dong Long's burly body was sent flying more than ten feet, collapsing a watchtower, and his vitality was completely cut off.

"what……"

After beating Dong Long to death, Mo Yu knelt down on the ground, opened his arms and looked up at the sky, and let out a long cry that shocked the whole world.

(End of this chapter)