Li An rushed straight up at a very fast speed, and if he saw this situation, he would not slack off, and with a wave of the giant knife, he had already rushed straight towards Li An!

Can...... But this Ang Lee's speed is faster than the opponent's knife!

The moment he caught the other party raising his hand, Li An had already stepped on the Hot Wheels and jumped on the spot, and the giant knife only slashed under him.

It's Ang Lee's turn to make a move!

Seeing him use the hot wheels to accelerate in the air, one leg swept towards Prajna's bony face.

With a hula, the white cloth floated quickly in the air, and the upper body of the Na Manruo quickly retreated to avoid this kick.

There is also a kick! The hot wheels under the feet behind the fire are even more intense, and the body that affects Li An's body will burst away again.

Did you hit? Almost hit.

That kind of ruo retreated his upper body at an even more bizarre angle, and unbelievably dodged the chasing kick, and at this time, he had already withdrawn his sword.

Seeing that Ang Lee's legs are out, it should be Na Ruo's turn to attack again.

No, not yet.

Li An had no intention of stopping the natural rotation at all, and while landing on the ground, he still used the power brought by the rotation with his left hand in front and his right hand in the back, and after calculating the time difference of the hit, he used two demon-slaying pestles to barb away.

The fire light hovering around Hot Wheels had not disappeared, and a new fire burst out in front of the two of them.

That Hanruo had already withdrawn the knife and blocked Li An's two acupuncture blows!

After this round is played, we can know that this kind of speed and reaction are by no means below Ang Lee!

But looking at Ang Lee's expression, he didn't have any frustration or discouragement, just a little more...... Anxious.

He waved his hands behind his back, and the two demon-slaying pestles disappeared into thin air before they could touch the ground.

"Aya!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strip of red silk suddenly grew from the back of his head, and it looked silky and silky, sparing his armpits, and floating as if he were carrying it behind him.

But Ang Lee didn't call it out to decorate it behind him.

Seeing that he grabbed the end of Hun Tianya with his left hand, he pointed to the Pranya who had just stabilized his figure in front of him with his right hand and said loudly: "Go!"

The red silk walked straight away as if it had been ordered, stretching out its body and swaying and floating in the air, as if it had its own consciousness.

If you swing the knife to resist, but no matter how you swing it, the red silk can bypass the giant knife, and in less than three times, then the sword has been wrapped around the waist.

Until the red silk itself was knotted, Prajna was still desperately resisting.

"Okay, shortened!"

Li An gave an order, the red silk was short, the hot wheels were at full power, and the sound of whirring wind and the crackling sound of the raging fire came from under Li An's feet.

If you use that huge knife to cut the red silk with enough strength, no matter how you cut it, you can't cut it, and every time the blade swings down, the red silk spun and bends its body as if it has self-consciousness to avoid the blade.

That Hanruo was getting closer and closer to Ang Lee, getting closer and closer, until the two of them were only less than a meter away.

The dry fingers clenched the knife, and Li An was already within the attack range of the giant sword!

Since you can't cut the red silk, the target of Prajna at this time is the owner of the red silk in front of you!

"What you think is beautiful!"

Li An let out a mocking tone of his mouth, completely ignoring the dry fingers that had raised the giant knife.

Then he grabbed the end of the red silk with his left hand, and smashed his fist into the red silk with his right hand, and after receiving this blow, the speed of that Panruo flew towards Li An by leaps and bounds, and there was no room to swing the knife at all.

Touch!

The boy's fist slammed into the mask-pale face.

The fist is small. But the strength is definitely not weak. Although it was not as good as Jianming with all his strength, this punch would also knock his head away as if his neck was like a spring.

What's more, this is just the beginning.

"Why don't you try to dodge it again!?"

Li An's right hand against the red silk went in the direction of his left hand, and his left hand grabbed the position where his right hand had just hit the red silk, and then raised his right hand violently.

Another hook!

Touch!

This time, the red silk stretched out a little by itself, and it seemed that he also knew that if he wanted the master to play more fun, he had to have a suitable distance, so that Li An's fists and feet could have enough room to accelerate.

Jianming, who was sitting next to the green mountain, couldn't help but sigh: "Awesome......"

The golden spiritual power bird flowing in Li An's body was shining in Jianming's eyes.

After two punches, he raised his left foot parallel to the red silk, and then stepped on the red silk until it was pressed against the sole of his foot.

If he was pulled by such a sudden contraction, he would naturally fly towards Li An even more violently, opportunity!

Prajna raised the knife to his chest, just by taking advantage of the power of this ejection, since there is no chance to swing it, then stab!

The huge long knife was held in front of him with both hands, and it bounced out like a terrible ghost asking for his life.

Can this hurt Ang Lee?

I don't know, at least not even himself.

Because the moment Li An stepped on the red silk, he had already turned around on the spot, just avoiding this extremely terrifying scene and a very lethal move.

The flying sword flew into the air.

Ang Lee took the left foot that stepped on the red silk on the ground as the axis, turned around, raised his leg, and kicked high!

A whirlwind kick slammed Ang Lee's heel deep into the temple that was still accelerating!

Touch!

Following this impact, Praruo should have been kicked out of the distance, but the red silk on his waist refused to agree, and forcibly strangled him and pulled him back.

Prajna covered her temples, as if she was a little delirious.

"I didn't expect you to be quite sturdy, come on, come on, come and continue to play with Ben!"

After speaking, Li An pulled the red silk with both hands and kicked out his right foot at the same time.

Touch!

The moment he was pulled back, he was kicked again.

If he hadn't stopped his activities, how could Ang Lee have stopped?

Bump, bump, bump, bump! bump!

Each pull is accompanied by the sound of blows, sometimes punches, sometimes feet, sometimes even knees.

There were more than ten hits back and forth like this, and then it was like a bouncy ball tied to a rope and let Li Ang keep hitting.

To put it mildly, that vicious thing is kicking Ang Lee like a shuttlecock at this time!

Hot wheels drove Ang Lee's legs, and after pulling the red silk, it flew up with a kick.

Click!

？

There seemed to be some strange sounds mixed in with the blow this time, and Jianming, who was sitting in the back with his mouth open, seemed to notice this.

Li Ang heard this even more, remembering that his father taught him when he was a child, that the battlefield is changing rapidly, and a little detail cannot be missed.

Not daring to slack off, Li An immediately stopped the attack and took a closer look at the changes.

It turned out to be a mask...... The mask-like face had been cracked, and the fragments had somehow peeled off from the face, leaving a tiny slit.

And that's not all...... If the waist was wrapped in red silk, the white cloth was gradually dyed red.

It seems that Ang Lee's blow has already worked.

Presumably after a few dozen moves, then Panruo will already kill himself, right?

Thinking of this, Li An clenched the red silk in his hand again, ready to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but at this moment, a weak voice stopped him.

"Wait...... etc......"

It's Qingshan! Qingshan's wound has stopped bleeding, but his complexion is still not good.

Jianming was puzzled, Ang Lee was puzzled, everyone present was very puzzled, why did Qingshan call Ang Lee and ......?

After waiting for a moment, Aoyama still couldn't say why he was waiting.

An inch of time is an inch of gold, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time.

Don't wait.

Li An pulled the red silk violently, turned over and kicked his leg in the air, and brought another heavy blow to Praruo's face.

It's strange to say, since these more than ten blows have been effective, why is the other party still holding his knife in his hand......?

Bang bang bang!

Three more times, this time the effect seemed to be greater, and the crack was even more pronounced, almost bursting the entire mask.

The red area of the white cloth wrapped in the red silk expanded even more, and it seemed that the other party was about to die.

Aoyama was so anxious when he saw this situation that he finally said the reason he wanted to say. The reason is too simple, just one word.

“...... Flower. ”

The voice was so small that only Jianming could hear it.

What do you mean by the ...... of flowers? The flowers mentioned in the mouth of the mountain were not understood by Jianming for a while.

I looked at the flower that bloomed on the ground when Feiyuan died.

The light of the flower had completely disappeared, and its shape seemed to be difficult to maintain, wasn't this just proof that Ang Lee wanted to win?

If things are going in a good direction, why does Aoyama seem so anxious at this moment......

Flower...... Flowers of the Other Shore......

Thinking of this, Jianming looked in the direction of Li An, who was frantically beating Prajna.

One second...... Two seconds...... Three-second ...... I stared at it for three seconds......

Jianming suddenly realized that he suddenly shouted at Li An: "Flower !!!!!"

Hua ......?Li An stopped the movement of his hand and looked in the direction of Prajna.

The cracks in the mask have been shattered diagonally from the temples to the jaws.

He quickly understood the reason passed down by Jianming and the Aoyama Pass not to continue the pursuit.

It's a pity, if Aoyama can finish quickly, if he hadn't been so seriously injured. If he hadn't wanted to carry it all by himself......

It's a pity, if Jianming could be more cautious, if Jianming could directly convey Qingshan, if he thought faster......

It's a pity that if Ang Lee had more combat experience, if Ang Lee hadn't been so careless to underestimate the enemy, if Ang Lee hadn't fought in this way......

"Gabba. ”

It's a pity that it didn't catch up after all.

Prajna's mask split in half, revealing the face hidden within.

Although the face has not changed much, it looks even more vicious compared to the previous white face.

The horns on his head seemed to be scaly, his furrowed eyebrows changed from resentment to anger, his black eyes seemed to be burning, his mouth was even more open, and even the part of the big tooth gave birth to two fangs.

The fabric of the whole body is no longer white, but as red as if soaked in blood, and when you look closely, the red flowers that bloom on the original white cloth have become pure white......