In autumn and winter, the wind is cold and the sun is dim. Dusk is approaching, and the shadows of the mountains are falling. Under the sunset, a charming scene is depicted. The cool wind penetrates the bones, and the fallen leaves are drifting. Under the hills, among the trees, there are still one or two branches that playfully reach out to the sunset, enjoying the cool sunlight in the twilight. The golden leaves on the branches are swaying with the wind, making this bleak autumn scene cheerful. Even though such a beautiful scene is projected on the window of a small house at the foot of the mountain, the house is still shrouded in silence, a dead silence. The sunlight has gone out, but there is still no light in the room. Under the dim light, you can see eight people sitting in the room. Time passes, and the eight people in the dead silent room are like wax figures, motionless, as if they have been placed here since the house was built. The sun sets, the stars come out, and the cold moon rises lazily. The white light casts a long shadow in the house, and falls on the face of a man sitting due north. Suddenly, the man's lifeless eyes emit a terrifying light under the moonlight, as if a wax figure slowly comes to life. His long hair that originally drooped now dances slightly, and the corners of his mouth seem to have some life. Finally, a sound comes out of the dead silent house. The young man sitting due north said softly, "Tomorrow will be our last battle with the Sword God and the righteous people. We should do our best to repay the Palace Master for his cultivation. Although we will lose this battle, we still need to try our best." He seemed to think for a long time and said, "After tomorrow, there will be no more Eight Tribes in the world, and no more He Long." "What are you talking about? Big brother, the eight of us brothers have practiced martial arts together since we were young, suffered punishment together, and starved together. Can this kind of friendship eventually resist the monkeys scattering when the tree falls?" The man next to He Long's hair stood on end, turned his head and looked at He Long, his eyes full of confusion. "Everyone has his own ambitions. If you don't want to collude with the evil, just go away. If you are afraid of that Sword God, let me deal with him." A thin man said in a strange sharp voice, and then laughed like a ghost. "You must have peed your pants after seeing Wang Tianyou, right?" the man sitting next to him said in a strange voice. His face could not be seen clearly in the darkness. If it were not for his feet exposed in the moonlight, it would be difficult to find the source of the voice. "She Huai, what did you say!" The thin man suddenly stood up and pointed his right hand into the darkness. She Huai, who was hiding in the darkness, was indifferent. "Du Jian," He Long called the man's name softly as if he had used all his strength. The man's feathered dagger that had appeared on his sleeves suddenly disappeared from his sleeves and looked at He Long tremblingly. He Long said slowly, "Sit down." Du Jian hesitated for a moment, looking around, and sat down reluctantly. The rest of the people did not dare to say a word, and they returned to silence. Why is Du Jian so afraid of He Long? It turned out that the eight people had been together since childhood, and they knew each other's temperament. It has only been more than 20 years since they were young. Everyone has suffered countless times from He Long's Dragon God Palm, so naturally, no one dared to say much. Du Jian was mean and boastful, but he didn't dare to disobey him. After another half a minute, Du Jian slowly said: "Brother, I don't mean to mock you. It's just that you suddenly want to leave us, and I really don't understand. And there is no need for us to fight with those righteous people. If they go back on their word, they have more people and we have fewer people. Isn't it like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth? When it comes to repaying a favor, we have licked blood on the edge of a knife, and we have already repaid it. Xingtian Palace has long lost its former glory. Why don't we brothers take its place and look for the lost Xingtian Gong. If we can practice it, why would we be afraid of the Sword God and the Sword Ghost?" "The Palace Master has been kind to us, so don't think about Xingtian Palace in the future. Besides, our martial arts are not worse than Xingtian Gong. If we lose tomorrow, we will not be able to cause trouble in the world for twenty years." He Long said slowly. "Bah, bullshit, it's a disaster to the world. That bald donkey occupied thousands of acres of farmland, and countless people starved to death. That's a disaster to the world!" The man next to He Long said hatefully, his hair stood up, his eyes wide open, and he was very scary. Although no one responded, I'm afraid everyone responded "yes" in their hearts, right? He Long looked at the man and said slowly: "This matter is not something we can change. I just hope that we can get away with it tomorrow and avoid trouble in the future." The fat man who had been silent suddenly responded: "Brother already has a family, but he still plans a retreat for us. Do you think the righteous will let us go if this goes on? Brother dealt with those righteous people to get this chance to get away." Du Jian said: "Humph! Wang Huaiyou, Wang Huaiyou, you really have no temper and no courage. Just the butcher Zhang, the beggar Sun, the bald Li and their group are enough to give the righteous a hard time. If we continue... If we join hands with them, this group of so-called righteous people will be an iron barrel, and we will break it." Du Jian couldn't help but said, "Although my brother made a bet with the bald man and the sword god, whether they will break the agreement and destroy the body tomorrow, who in the world knows that the righteous people will not keep their promise? Even if the sword god is trustworthy, what about the other gang? Besides, their agreement to this matter must be a headache for us. After all, there is no harmony within the righteous path. If we use a little trick to let them fight each other, we will still have the final say in the martial arts world!" Du Jian said to his heart, and slowly stood up. "Enough!" He Long suddenly shouted, and frightened Du Jian, who had not yet stood up, and fell on the wooden chair. The square table made of red iron wood surrounded by eight people suddenly became three inches shorter at this time, but it seemed that there was still no damage, as if the legs of the table were three inches embedded in the granite in the ground. You must know that for a powerful person, splitting stone bricks with his hands is just a side dish and steaming fish on a plate, but it is easy to catch. However, this large wooden table several meters square was smashed into the granite without any damage. This kind of skill is rare in the world. This is He Long's Dragon God Palm, which can be said to be the pinnacle of the control of strength and internal strength.