"Since you're not afraid of death, let's just die!"

The person on the other side, his eyes were like eagles, shooting out a sharp cold light, and he bombarded him with one punch. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Meng Rui's figure flashed, dodged the blow, sneered, and raised his knife to slash head-on.

Over there, Yue Qiang also fought with one of them, and the strong true qi exploded, and the narrow roads on all sides of the fight shattered.

Liu Cheng waved the horizontal lance glaive with a wide opening and slammed, and shouted: "Yang Qingxuan, you resist first, wait for me to kill this person, and then come to help you! Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of me, I will never take a step back!"

After being ordered by Yang Qingxuan that day, the martial intent of the whole person was sublimated, and a set of marksmanship was unleashed, the tricks were smart, and the changes were ingenious, and the opponent was forced to avoid advancing and retreating, and had the upper hand.

There are three mid-stage Lingwu existences in Zhao Sihan's team, and their strength is very strong.

But when the brave wins on the narrow road, several people on Yue Qiang's side are all holding back their anger, and they are determined to fight to the death, and they are on par with each other, and they have a faint upper hand.

Chen Zhen was wrapped in the martial soul of Qianjiang stepping on the snow, and slid towards Na Taifeng, his face full of cold murderous aura.

Tai Feng was startled, but he didn't dare to block his edge, and deliberately avoided behind him. There are also wings on its back, which are actually six thin cicada wings, which are very transparent.

Zhao Sihan's gaze retracted from the air, fell on Yang Qingxuan, and said coldly: "You want Chen Zhen to kill Taifeng, but you chose the right person." It's a pity, although Chen Zhen's Qianjiang has wings in the snow, he doesn't have enough strength to fly, so he can only do some simple gliding. And Tai Feng's martial spirit, Gong Bo Cicada Wing, is able to really fly. ”

Yang Qingxuan said indifferently: "Whether you can fly or not is just a skill, which is helpful for victory or defeat, but it is not a key factor." ”

Zhao Sihan sneered and said, "Well said, then let me look at your so-called key factors, the trick just now is indeed amazing." It seems that everyone was deceived by the appearance of your previous Qi Martial Realm, you should be a Yellow Turban Warrior. ”

Yang Qingxuan silently stuffed a green spirit fruit into his mouth, chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and did not speak.

Just now, he threw out the boulder with his strength, hurting his body, and under the effect of Qingling Fruit and Qingyang Martial Scripture, he has recovered most of it.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhao Sihan sneered: "Do you want to delay time? Even if you give you a few more hours, it's useless." Take out all your skills and let me see what kind of existence the person who can make Wu Qiyue fall in love with him!"

When the last byte fell, Zhao Sihan bullied up, appeared in front of Yang Qingxuan, slapped it with a palm, and the corners of his mouth raised a cruel smile, he actually wanted to slap Yang Qingxuan!

"Enough seeds!"

Yang Qingxuan spit out the two words lightly, a murderous aura flashed in his eyes, and he put his fingers together in front of him and clicked out.

There was a sound of breaking through the air on the fingertips, and there was a faint light appearing.

Zhao Sihan was shocked in his heart, that finger actually pointed at his palm, and an extremely dangerous aura came, "What?! What kind of fingering is this?!"

He was shocked, grabbed his five fingers, hurriedly turned his palm into a fist, and slammed it back.

Where would Yang Qingxuan let go of this opportunity, as soon as his body leaned in, he shot straight forward, changed his fingering trajectory, and pointed at Zhao Sihan's eyes!

"You!

Zhao Sihan was furious, as if his dignity had been provoked, and as soon as he closed his palms in front of him, a piece of soul light appeared, gathered on his palm, and slapped it!

Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank, the strength in his hand increased a few points, and he clicked directly.

He also wanted to use this finger to test the extent of Zhao Sihan's strength.

"Whew!"

A finger pointed into Zhao Sihan's palm wind, and was engulfed by the light of his martial soul!

Yang Qingxuan's face changed suddenly, and at the same time, Zhao Sihan's face also changed greatly, and both of them looked extremely shocked.

"Bang!"

In that move, a powerful force burst out, shaking both of them apart.

Yang Qingxuan withdrew his hand, only to feel a pain in his fingers, as if he had been placed on an iron plate.

He fixed his eyes and saw that the soul light in Zhao Sihan's hands gradually became clear, turning into two short blades one foot long, with cold light shining and serrated on his back.

Yang Qingxuan said in a deep voice: "Weapon Martial Soul?"

Zhao Sihan danced a few sword flowers with two blades, and shouted coldly: "Sure enough, there are two strokes, and you can force out my martial soul - double swords to drink blood! You are also the existence of the Spirit Martial Realm, release your martial soul as well, let me see it." ”

Yang Qingxuan's face twitched, and he snorted: "You also think too highly of yourself, why do you need a martial soul to deal with you?"

"Angry!"

Zhao Sihan roared, and the double knives turned into a whirlwind and slashed down.

Yang Qingxuan only felt a sword aura hit his face, his face was cold, and he hurriedly avoided it to the side in shock.

Zhao Sihan slashed through the air with both swords, sneered, and chased after him.

The space in the gorge is extremely narrow, and there is not much place to dodge at all, and Zhao Sihan's double knives are extremely powerful, Yang Qingxuan pointed out again, and broke through the air.

"Bang!"

That finger hit the back of the double knife, making a metallic sound, Zhao Sihan only felt that his arm sank, and there were signs of unstable grasping.

He exclaimed, "What kind of fingering is this? It can compete with my double knife and drink blood?!"

With the power of one finger, Yang Qingxuan jumped away and sneered: "There are so many martial arts in the world that can suppress your double swords, why make a fuss?"

Zhao Sihan said angrily: "Even if it's as much as a cow's hair, it doesn't include you!"

The double knives flew up at once, it was a very strong set of knife techniques, with his martial spirit, seamless!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Knife marks were constantly being cut on the mountain wall, each of which was attached to the past, but the blade could go straight to several inches.

Yang Qingxuan was forced to retreat again and again, and the other party made the sword dance impenetrable, without any flaws, so he could only blindly dodge.

"Haha, do you think you can hide if you always hide?!"

Zhao Sihan laughed wildly, and suddenly the two knives touched, and a piece of soul light dispersed, turning into blood, like a huge pair of scissors, with the power of the two knives, slashing down!

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, this move seemed to split the mountain wall, covering a huge range, making him unavoidable!

"Bang!"

The swords were intertwined, and a piece of soul light appeared in Yang Qingxuan's palm, and he grabbed the "Demon Slashing" broken blade casually, and greeted it, and was immediately split by the blood of the double knife, turning into a little soul light, scattered in the air.

Affected by this shock, Yang Qingxuan was knocked back a few steps away, and a large amount of knife qi fell on him, cutting wounds one after another, and bright red was faintly visible.

"Hah, haha?"

Zhao Sihan laughed strangely, his eyes were full of mockery, "I was not wrong just now, right? Your martial soul is actually a low-grade martial soul of soul light, a broken sword? Hahahaha, garbage is garbage, martial soul garbage, your life will be over! Even if you cultivate physical skills, you can't make up for it!"