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Boom!
This kind of momentum made the ordinary guard's Adam's apple gurgling, swallowing, and the hand holding the knife trembling.
For innate masters, they are like worthless people, how can they not be afraid?
"Menglan, since the fish have already taken the bait, there's no need to keep your hands, they're useless!" Wang Feng said coldly.
"Got it! You're the one who talks too much nonsense!"
Jiang Menglan was talkative, but her reaction was extremely fast. She slapped the other scabbard with her left hand, and the same gray long sword flicked out and was held by her left hand.
Holding two swords in hand, Jiang Menglan stared at Yan Ruoxi, who was also a woman, with an expression of eagerness.
"It's still too late to surrender, but you won't have a chance if you wait a while! Hee hee!" Jiang Menglan said jokingly.
"I want my old lady to surrender and make your spring and autumn dream come true!"
Yan Ruoxi shook a pitch-black soft whip in her hand, and it turned into heavy whip shadows, covering ten meters in front of her. The air that was pumped exploded, and the sonic boom was like thunder.
"Sure enough, you are a person in the way of the devil, bloodthirsty, and stubborn! Then I have to pick on your Tesuji and let you experience the torture of the six doors to atone for your past sins!"
Before the words fell, Jiang Menglan's double swords flew, and her figure burst into the shadow of the whip. The sword turbulence turned into infinite sword shadows, and the long whip was stirred into three pieces in an instant.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Being in power is not forgiving, Jiang Menglan still wanted to continue to rush forward. When attacking Yan Ruoxi, Wei Wuji swung the iron folding fan in his hand, and several poisonous needles glowing with faint blue luster shot past.
Clank!
Jiang Menglan twisted her body, swung her double swords, turned into a gray sword curtain, and knocked away all the poisonous needles.
"How dare you be distracted when you fight against me! Court death!"
The gold-medal policeman who was entangled with Wei Wuji was furious, and the two one-foot-long butterfly knives suddenly flew out of his hands, forming interlaced sword shadows, as if controlled by two invisible hands, and slashed at Wei Wuji's side.
Although this gold medal catcher is a congenital master, it is impossible to control the knife with qi. After the short knife flies out, the reason why he can reverse and slash is because there is a transparent silver thread on the handle of the knife.
This is a unique technique of controlling swords in the six doors, which is mysterious and extraordinary, and can always catch people by surprise, and achieve miraculous results.
Wei Wuji is known as the "Scholar of the Three Poisons". In addition to poison in the heart, poison in the hands, and poison in the mouth, his reputation as a scholar is not for nothing.
When the gold-medal policeman quickly flew out his double knives, he thought of Yusword Technique.
The black iron folding fan in his hand, like a peacock spreading its tail, instantly turned into an iron curtain. Vigorously burst out, emitting a dense sword glow, wrapped in a gust of wind, and slapped it.
Clank!
The two knives slashed on the iron fan, making the sound of gold and iron clashing. Although Wei Wuji reacted promptly and used clever moves, his true energy was exhausted and he was seriously injured. Although he swung the two knives, he was still injured .
"Cough! Cough!"
Blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, Wei Wuji's face was like gold paper, without a trace of blood, but the clothes on his body were bright red, revealing a sense of sadness.
"That's it! Hehe!"
Jiang Menglan smiled disdainfully, unfolded her lightness kung fu, and the gray long sword in both hands turned into a sword shadow covering the four poles.
Wei Wuji and Yan Ruoxi showed determination and gathered their last strength.
On the other side, Jin Fushan, who practiced the "Yanluo Jinshen", a first-class horizontal practice method of the magic way, was also engaged in a desperate struggle.
"I heard that you like to slap people's heads in your belly, and I will let you taste what it is like today! Hehe!"
A gold-medal policeman with an ape-armed wasp waist and a mouth half as big as the others, sneered and mocked in his mouth, and smashed towards Jinfu Mountain with majestic momentum.
His hands were black and blue, like two iron cattail fans, the air burst under the pressure of the palms, and the blue light arc spread to both sides, shaking the robe violently.
"Iron Sand Palm!"
Seeing the abnormality of the opponent's palms, Jin Fushan's eyes widened with anger, and three words popped out between his teeth.
Iron Sand Palm is very popular in Jianghu, and its name is very vulgar, but no one in the martial arts dare to underestimate it.
Except for the most common and widespread iron sand palm, all sects and sects have iron sand palms that have been improved on the basis of the original.
There are many types, and the power varies from weak to strong. The more famous ones are Wudu Iron Sand Palm, Jinmen Iron Sand Palm, and Hunyuan Iron Sand Palm!
Being able to be used by a gold-medal policeman shows that this set of iron sand palms is extremely powerful.
Jin Fushan, who was seriously injured,Bite blood from the gums, the meridian is like a knife scraping, forcibly running Yanluo Shajin, the whole body glows with a strong golden red color, like burning magma iron juice, the intense heat makes the surrounding air boil.
Clenching his hands tightly, Jin Fu's mountainside sank, his fists were like cannonballs, and he bombarded the opponent's iron sand palm with domineering momentum.
Boom bang bang!
When the fists and palms collided, there was a sound of rocks colliding with steel, and golden and black rays of light burst out from the intersection, and spread out to the surroundings.
A martial artist with inner strength who broke into it in a panic was directly shocked, and his flesh and blood flew all over the place, and he couldn't die anymore.
In the end, Wu Guang gained the upper hand and suppressed the golden red aura emanating from Jin Fushan.
Chi!
Jin Fushan flew upside down, his breath plummeted, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in the air.
?The gold-medal policeman sneered, he was so powerful that he burst the air with his palm, his true energy burst, and he chased after him.
All three are in danger, but Song Zhian is more dangerous.
Song Zhian, who was seriously injured, was suppressed by the powerful Wang Feng and was in danger.
"With such strength, he dares to be called the Dragon King! Take me to the wind, frost, rain and snow!"
On a scorching summer day, Wang Feng, holding the cold moon sword, felt the cold wind all over his body, like the twelfth lunar month in winter. When the knife was released, the wind and snow hit the face, and the tabletop with a radius of several feet was covered with layers of ice and snow, which spread rapidly to the surroundings.
Qi Danqing, who once fought against Song Yifei, is also a master of Yin-cold Kungfu, but compared with Wang Feng, he is several times worse.
Not only is Wang Feng's saber technique as sharp as ice, but also his cultivation technique is extremely cold and true energy. When the two cooperate, the power superimposes on each other, which can be called terrifying.
Hurrah!
The wind and snow formed by true energy entangled on Hanyue Dao, like two long ice dragons, enveloping Wang Feng and slashing towards Song Zhian.
"You want to kill me! You're a little younger!"
Song Zhian, whose breath was turbulent and soaked in blood, let out a loud roar, and the sharp black iron saber blasted towards him with an aura that could block the sky.
An illusory black dragon-shaped zhenqi broke free from his body, wrapped around his body, attached to the black iron sword, and fought against the wind and snow dragon.
The reinforcements will arrive soon, no matter what, he has to hold on.
Crackling!
The knife light exploded, mud and rocks flew, and the mud around the two of them was violently shaken into billowing waves.
Song Zhian's blood was rushing all over his body, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was as pale as a dead person, and his wounds were bursting.
Feeling that Song Zhian's energy was exhausted, Wang Feng sneered, and a cold air burst out from his body again, jumping away from Song Zhian's body.
Poof!
Ling Kong spat out a mouthful of blood, and Song Zhian's breath was so weak that he fell to the ground and couldn't even stand still.
"Qingmou, it looks like I can't accompany you anymore!"
Song Zhian felt despair, but also a little bit of rejoicing.
If she dies now, perhaps Lu Qingmou will not be troubled, allowing her to escape smoothly.
Maybe in the first place, you shouldn't ask her for help!
Boom!
In an instant, six people and six riders, like demon gods, crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and quickly approached!
They have vividly experienced the battle at the gate of the city.
"Stop!"
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