One stick, one drink on the head.

Xiaoyao watched the blow of Gotlin's jump, his eyes did not blink, his strength gathered in his right hand, and the club in his hand also met it in an instant.

Boom!

After a deep collision sound, there was a bang, how did the goblin come about, and the short body was suddenly pulled away, and the disparity in strength was too great.

Seven or eight Gotlins also jumped up from all directions at this moment, and their two thin hands grasped the sticks in their hands tightly, and slashed down with great speed.

With a click, the golden ring at the end of the fine iron rod in Xiaoyao's hand was twisted, and in an instant, this short rod began to lengthen, and in less than a blink of an eye, it turned into a long spear, and the barrel of the gun was engraved with three powerful overlord guns.

Like the tip of the scorpion-like spear, the cold light flashed, and the arm strength was like a python like an elephant.

Knock, knock, knock. The dragon swept violently like a tail, and the skinny goblins became a rabble, all of them were knocked away, and smashed down on the ancient tree, leaving a pool of green blood.

"Kill!" like an eagle's gaze was staring, the spear of the free hand was as fast as lightning, and it stabbed forward with all its might, piercing the belly of the two Gotlins at once, and with a movement of their arms, the spears were withdrawn, and the two Gotlins fell to the ground spitting green blood.

An arrow step, a step, this spear, a poke, a stab, a swing, a press, constantly Gothling falls, but this is only the beginning of the killing.

The more Xiaoyao uses it, the more it sinks, the more it is used, the smoother it becomes, and he gradually understands a little bit of gun intent, and he is even more satisfied between penetrations. The indifferent eyes are not moved by the screams of blood, and they continue to harvest and slaughter.

The goblins began to retreat, reluctant to get so close to him, but they did not give up their attack because of this, picked up a stone from the ground, and smashed it at it.

It smashed accurately, but it was even more accurate, and the spear waved a burst of shadows to resist the stones that came from the sky.

The tip of the spear pierced one stone after another, and the momentum did not change, reaching towards the dwarf monsters, and in the moment of gasping there were bursts of guns, stabbing one after another like a raging storm.

One spear shadow is followed by another spear shadow, without giving half a minute of rest, many Gotlins have multiple gun holes on their bodies, and the lucky ones are still alive, and those who are not destined to wait until they are old.

A louder sound sounded, and the spear of the free hand could not help but slow down, and I saw four large Gotlins walking in front of me, strong and hideous.

These four Gotlins, each of them is overwhelming, and it seems that they are discussing something important at this time. After two breaths, Qi Qi walked over with green feet.

Gripping the spear, the pride is soaring, passive is not the result of Xiaoyao's liking, his eyes are fierce, and he charges into battle again, the gun shadow is like a star, and he attacks with one move.

A large Gothling ran out of the group, picked up the stick in his hand and smashed it in the middle of the run.

The blood is churning, the power is condensing, and the collision is only in an instant.

"It's so heavy!" The moment he made contact, Xiaoyao couldn't help but be surprised, he didn't expect that the monster in front of him was so strong, his strength was very fierce, and his strength was almost the same.

With a movement of the wrist and a change of move, the spear swept again, and the cold wind rose straight up, threatening to break it at the waist.

The wooden stick that the big Gothling held in his hand quickly blocked, and then smashed it towards the end.

As the footsteps moved, dust drifted up, fierce collisions intersected one after another, and the brutal force was burning.

A figure suddenly appeared behind Xiaoyao, this was another large Gothrin, its green eyes were shining, and its spiritual expression was flashing, directly attacking, smashing down.

This was not surprising, he had been staring at them closely from the beginning, and the strength in his hand exploded, and the spear rolled like an angry Jiao, striking the one in front of him, and immediately retracted the gun.

The eagle chirped and the leaves fell, and the other two large Gothrins also rushed forward, and the wooden sticks were like mad demons, smashing hard, like water waves, wave after wave, fast and heavy.

Two fists are invincible to four hands, Xiaoyao is trying his best to swing and resist, but he is still unfortunately hit on the back by a wooden stick, and he suddenly hurts, and he takes five steps back in a row to stabilize his body.

The hot pain was spreading, and Xiaoyao couldn't help grinning his teeth, took a breath of cold air, and estimated that his lungs were going to be smashed out.

A few large Gothlins took advantage of the momentum to chase after them, and once again beckoned them with their sticks, they won't tell you anything fair, only the winner will be qualified to stand.

The sticks are knocking, the sticks are dancing, they all fall down in unison, if this is done again, it is estimated that they will not die, but they will also have broken bones.

"That's right, I'll take you to practice your hands. "Despite being in a bad situation, Xiaoyao did not panic in the slightest, but was full of fighting spirit, if he was so discouraged and defeated on the first day, then what kind of ambition could he talk about.

The blood and qi rise in the body, the power gathers invisibly, and only a strong body can exert 100% power, which is like the son of a true dragon, a claw can collapse a mountain.

The energy was running in the hands, and small green tendons began to appear on the epidermis.

"Ghost hand!" A whisper, Xiaoyao used the martial art obtained from the last training pavilion for the first time, and since he got this martial art, he only practiced it a few times, and he didn't have a chance to temper and refine it well.

The Ghost Hand martial art is different from other martial arts, it is not a combat martial art, but without a trace, but an extremely fast martial art.

No, it shouldn't be said to be a martial art, it should be said to be a thief, it pays attention to a kind of stealing technique, unconsciously, invisibly and shadowlessly on the target to exert its technique, can be in the snap of the fingers, steal everything on the body, it is said that the practice to the fullest, even the underwear worn on the body can be torn out for it.

In my mind, a chapter and chapter page are turning, and the wearing posture of various jade girls is emerging, and a small hand is carved on each side of them, with blood and qi running through the phalanges, passing through the veins, stimulating its potential, and reaching extremely fast, so as to perform the technique, you can steal the dragon and turn the phoenix, and the raccoon cat for the prince.

Now this ghost hand, although there is no outbreak of terrifying power, but it is just a little, fast enough, fast enough, super fast, the overlord gun held by Xiaoyao can reach the usual attack speed of one and a half times in an instant.

The guns turned into black shadows, stabbed, comboed, and seamless techniques were continuing, and a few large Gothlins without any skills were not so tired of coping, but were at ease.

The arms are fast, the wrists are fast, the guns are faster, they can be attacked, they can be defended, and their strength is also increased in the slightest wind.

The large goblins screamed again and again, and they couldn't figure out why this guy in front of them was suddenly so violent, so they could only turn from active to passive.

The wind of the guns brushed the skin in the whirring, and they also stinged when they blew. The green hands began to hurry, and the two legs were like singing a big opera, constantly jumping and dodging.

There was a scream, this was a large goblin that was pierced half of its body by a fierce spear, and the tip of the spear was cold and light, not stained with a trace of blood, only the blood at the barrel of the gun was like a stream of water, slowly dripping.

"Snort!" the gun is collected, and it is strange to die.