The sword was inserted straight into Wang Luo's small world.

There is not a trace of fluctuation in the borders of the Nexus Boundary.

This sword is red all over, and the hilt of the sword is not known for the reason or why it has been held all year round, but it looks a little oily and slippery.

The sword was stuck in the ground and buzzed, and Wang Luo took a few steps back silently with the stone hammer in his hand, not knowing what the other party was about.

The ape-man had already hid behind Jiang Feng, and seemed to be afraid.

After a long stalemate like this, a voice slowly came from above: "Three to one, it's not kind." ”

There is an uncle with a wine gourd at his waist, a gray robe and coat, and half white and half black hair falling from the sky.

The moment he landed, he threw the wine gourd to Wang Luo.

Wang Luo's eyes lit up, wasn't this the battle with Fang Jiliu that day. The person who appeared later was the master of Fang Jiliu.

Wang Luo took the wine gourd, and he was not ambiguous, and poured a sip with pride: "Senior, this wine is not as good as last time." ”

The wine gourd uncle patted the dust on his body: "You know a fart wine." ”

Wang Luo was a little embarrassed for a while, so he had to scratch his head helplessly.

"I'm a thirty-year-old Kunsha, and the last time you drank it was the little soil soju stolen from Chenjia Village. You don't understand, by the way, you kid owes me two drinks, when will you pay it back?"

"Anytime. ”

"Then let's go, why are you still stunned?" Uncle Wine Gourd beckoned.

"Now?"

"Not really. ”

After speaking, Uncle Wine Gourd and Wang Luo prepared to leave.

"Wait, this person, you can't take it away. Jiang Feng, who was treated as air all the time, stepped forward and said.

Uncle Jiu Hulu, who had already taken steps with Wang Luo in his arms, turned his head suddenly: "Are you talking to me?"

Jiang Feng's lips opened slightly, and just as he wanted to say something, Wang Luo felt that there was wind on his side, and the wine gourd uncle had already appeared beside Jiang Feng.

"So fast!" Wang Luo sighed at this moment.

Jiang Feng was pinched by Uncle Wine Gourd with one hand and lifted into the air.

At this moment, Jiang Feng was powerless to fight back.

"I'm the one who doesn't like others and me to be hard, and maybe I'll consider it if it's soft, well, maybe. Uncle Wine Gourd pinched Jiang Feng with one hand, and lifted the wine gourd with the other hand, and poured a sip of wine.

Jiang Feng's eyes were blood-red, he didn't expect that he would kill Cheng Cheng Jin halfway, and in Snakehead City, he had never heard of anyone with strength above him.

Jiang Feng's right fist was loosened little by little, and his left hand became a palm, and there was even more thunder during the period.

"Murderous?" Uncle Wine Gourd smiled.

Jiang Feng had a phoenix in his right fist, and red light began to shine out from his body.

But Uncle Jiu Gourd made a move, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth in one hand was actually the phoenix that immediately came out of Jiang Feng's right fist.

Pulled out alive, that's a fist shadow!

Wang Luo stood in place and was stunned.

Uncle Wine Gourd dragged the phoenix out of the old man's gun, jumped over his shoulder, and turned around dexterously.

Just push, pull!

The fire phoenix was smashed directly on the ground with Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng spat blood, and the fire phoenix was no better, the phoenix was not stopping, it was very miserable.

And Uncle Wine Gourd simply jumped over Jiang Feng with one foot, like a child riding a bull, and then waved his two hands around irregularly.

Wang Luo was stunned, this was the first time he had seen such a way to play in a fight, Wang Luo swallowed his saliva and muttered: "This is plucking chicken feathers!"

It was a phoenix roaring in the fire, and there was still a little arrogance at the moment. Its roar, its cry of pain could be heard from all over the world.

Wang Luo's whole person shuddered without shuddering, it was too terrifying.

It didn't take long for all the phoenix's feathers to be plucked out, and it became one, a pheasant.

Uncle Jiu Hulu clapped his hands and stood up with a smile, staring at Jiang Feng who was dying on the ground: "Now, can you go?"

Jiang Feng's eyes were blood-red and terrifying, his whole body trembled from time to time, and his right hand kept smashing the ground under him: "Go, do you want to go?" Have you asked me about my fist. ”

Jiang Feng, who was originally dying on the ground, burst out, and his left fist was already tightly clenched.

There is a dragon yin, this is Jiang Feng's real punch.

"Be careful!" Wang Luo had suffered the loss of Jiang Feng's left fist, so he naturally knew how powerful he was, and shouted on the side again and again, and the stone hammer in his right hand had already appeared.

Wang Luo, who was about to step forward to support, looked at the scene in front of him, and the whole person was like a lightning strike, motionless.

The whole small world was full of blood, just stuck in the air and floating, intertwined with the white crystals left by Yuwen Hu in the air, like peach blossoms.

Just now, in an instant, what happened?

Isn't Jiang Feng's left fist already out? Isn't that dragon roaring? What is that red rope in the air?

Wang Luo's eyes widened, trying to recall the scene just now.

The crimson sword, which had been standing in this small world from the beginning, had just moved. And it was waiting for the moment when Jiang Feng's left fist came out, and a dragon roared and rushed towards Uncle Jiu Gourd.

And that sword was like a bolt of lightning, instantly slashing at the dragon, just a sword, and the dragon's belly seemed to be sliced open.

And Uncle Wine Gourd moved over like a shadow, and picked out the dragon's tendons with a sword.

Jiang Feng spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person smashed to the ground and looked at the wine gourd: "Impossible, impossible......"

The blood-red rope suspended in the air was the dragon tendon.

Uncle Wine Gourd walked over step by step, stretched out his hand to grab it, pinched it into his palm little by little, and then slowly opened it.

There was a little bit of red powder floating down.

The dragon, who had been summoned by Jiang Feng and had been deprived of his muscles and bones, was lying on the ground panting, his eyes full of hatred.

"Plucked your phoenix feathers and twitched your dragon tendons, what can you do? You still want to stop me?" At this moment, Uncle Jiu Gourd's eyes were terrifying, and his dark black eyes couldn't see at a glance.

Jiang Feng, who was lying on the ground at this moment, had an unprecedented despair in his eyes. From childhood to adulthood, along the way, he was praised as a genius by the world, and he was the first to reach the realm of Shenxing in the generation of Heyangguo, who was praised by the rivers and lakes as "punching out the dragon and phoenix, stepping on the Shenxi", and now the phoenix has been plucked, the dragon has been cramped, how can he go up.

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng spurted out another mouthful of blood, and the whole person's heart was like 10,000 ants crawling.

"The Dao heart is unstable, how can you climb higher?" the wine gourd uncle on the side snorted coldly.