Gao Wangren's little face, how innocent, how unbearable.

If he didn't have a sword in his hand, he would be like a little fool.

A bit of a demented feeling.

It's still the kind of little fool who is skinny and small, and is covered in unhealthy white.

Is Bao Yibao willing to beat him?

If it was Young Master Hua, he must have stopped at this moment.

Young Master Hua is reluctant to be ruthless to the enemy, unless it is a last resort, let alone such a pitiful little fool.

He's definitely not going to do it.

But Bao Yibao has a different personality, he is more ferocious, more cold-blooded, and more crazy.

Even considering the relationship between the Leopard King Gate and Gaozong in the future, he would not kill Gao Wangren, but he would definitely not show mercy to this punch.

Only life.

Spare the life of the little fool.

As mentioned above, when King Gao has no sword in his hand, how do you look at how he is a little fool with an unhealthy body.

And once he has a sword in his hand......

That's right, I don't know when he picked up the broken blade again.

Maybe it was because he just felt that the broken sword in his hand was useless, and when he deliberately flew out, he landed next to the broken blade.

In short, he had a sword in his hand.

The broken blade wrapped around his sleeve appeared in his hand.

Gao Wangren's eyes immediately shone brightly, and he changed from cute and honest to confident and manic, eager to try.

Bao Yibao's scalp is numb.

Hama skin.

Are you really stupid or fake?

Gao Wangren quickly swung his sword forward, and said in his mouth: "Mingyue!"

Like moonlight shining through a hole in the roof, the high king is that milky white light.

Soaring into the sky.

Bao Yibao's iron fist slammed into it, and the fist almost smashed into Gao Wangren's chest, but Gao Wangren's entire body flew out towards Bao Yibao.

"Shhhh......h

With a soft sound, Gao Wangren flew out more than three feet away, his face full of excitement.

On the other hand, Bao Yibao's clothes on his chest were completely torn, revealing his strong chest muscles.

and, a sword mark that was deep in the bones.

Blazing blood spurted out, Bao Yibao looked at the scar on his chest in disbelief, and hurriedly slapped his backhand to seal the blood hole.

How did he do it?

How exactly did he do it?

Could he be so fast that I can't even see clearly?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Even if Hua Duxiu was here, with his speed, it would be impossible for me to see no trace at all, but he could hurt me so badly!

Of course, Young Master Hua didn't believe Bao Yibao's judgment, Young Master Hua was the best, Young Master Hua was the fastest, he could hurt whoever he wanted.

Bao Yibao's blood poured into his pupils, and his whole body erupted with a violent aura similar to that of a beast.

The blood in his chest made Bao Yibao lose his calm and restraint.

His chest heaved violently, his breathing became deeper and heavier, and even the muscles of his whole body were condensing and expanding.

A sturdy man is even stronger.

No, it's not strong anymore, it's strong.

The muscles are pricked, and the face is full of hideousness.

Bao Yibao, angry!

Like a cheetah that had been hungry for several days and suddenly found an antelope, Bao Yibao roared angrily, and his whole body was wrapped in a dazzling golden yellow gas film and suddenly rushed towards the Gao Wangren.

Gao Wangren immediately turned around and looked at the golden leopard that flew in, and his joy was even stronger.

Holding the broken blade tightly in his right hand, King Gao muttered:

"Come, come, can you verify the ...... for me"

As he spoke, he threw the blade forward.

Gao Wangren immediately turned into a bare hand, and the expression on his face quickly became demented.

But his hands quickly touched his back.

Two daggers appear in the hand!

Hold it with your backhand.

The demented look on Gao Wangren's face was swept away, and his empty eyes immediately bloomed.

"Verify for me...... 'White Rainbow Penetration'!"

Gao Wangren's whole body rose from the ground, two short daggers crossed in front of his head in his hands, and he opened his mouth to bite the broken blade that was thrown earlier.

Three knife streams!

Demand...... Ah no, King Gao's body spun violently inexplicably, obviously the three swords were so short, but each sword seemed to be blooming with white brilliance, like a windmill, huge and incomparable, spinning violently, and slammed into the golden leopard.

In the eyes of 20,000 spectators, the statue of King Gao is a fast-spinning white windmill.

In Bao Yibao's opinion, this is a windmill, this is a triangular crusher!

The three white rays are like three Wanjun steel knives that smash everything, and under the rapid rotation, what else can't be chopped?

Even if a mountain is thrown over, the consequences of hitting such a huge crusher are afraid that it will turn into a field of fine sand?

Having said that, Bao Yibao will not back down.

He doesn't believe in evil anymore, a little fool with mediocre internal strength, no matter how amazing his sword intent is, can he still break through the laws of matter and kill me with fantasy?

My iron fist, but it is a real broken gold and broken iron, my body protection air film, but it is really invulnerable, your sword intent?

You have sword intent, I still have fist intent!

Come on, just do it!

Look who's hard!

Bao Yibao's steel teeth clenched, and rushed forward with the momentum of being indomitable and unstoppable.

The fists and swords intersected, and a dazzling white light appeared in the sky.

When the two of them landed again, the two short daggers in Gao Wangren's hands were shattered into steel slag on the ground, and the broken blade in his mouth was also cracked into five, six, seven, eighty, nine pieces.

Scattered all over the ground.

And Bao Yibao, in addition to the previous wound on his chest, there is a huge wound on Mitsubishi Xing......

Blood gushed out.

In ancient times, there was phlebotomy therapy.

That is to say, if your blood pressure is high and you can't control it, you can cut the blood vessels and artificially release some blood, and the blood pressure will automatically drop.

But don't put too much.

The consequence of putting too much is not low blood pressure, but death.

At this moment, I don't know if Bao Yibao's blood pressure has come down or not, his anger has definitely dropped.

Calm down.

Bao Yibao hurriedly sealed the acupuncture points on his chest, although Mitsubishixing's wound was not deep, the shape was too ugly.

Perhaps in another world, he is a symbol of nobility, especially with a circle on the outside.

But at this moment, he is a disgrace to Bao Yibao.

Without thinking too much, Bao Yibao quickly turned around and saw the three blades in Gao Wangren's hands and mouth shattered into steel slag.

Bao Yibao said secretly: How can you be skilled in swordsmanship?

Under my strong internal force, your blade will only be completely shattered!

No matter how many injuries I have, as long as you don't have a blade, to a swordsman, you will be defeated!

Bao Yibao's fighting spirit was high again, his mood was uplifted again, he roared angrily, and his fists once again condensed a golden light gas film, ready to attack.

And Gao Wangren, with empty hands, turned into the appearance of that little fool again.

Bao Yibao rushed forward like an arrow from the string and shouted:

"It's over, it's over!"

Gao Wangren's hand was hidden behind him, like slapping the dirt stained on his buttocks, and when he withdrew his hand, he inexplicably had an extra dagger in his hand.

Another short dagger!

When Bao Yibao saw the short dagger in his hand, his mood was complicated.

Brother!

Excuse me, how many daggers are hidden in your waist?

It's all on, let me count it, okay?

It seemed that seeing Bao Yibao's expression of being embarrassed and embarrassed and wanting to hit the wall, Gao Wangren was inexplicably surrounded by a strong wind, and the strong wind blew up his clothes, revealing his small waist.

and, the armed belt on the waist, and, the row of short daggers stuck vertically on the armed belt.

At a cursory glance, I'm afraid there are no less than a dozen.

Bao Yibao stumbled, charged to a few steps halfway and stopped.

He was panting, he was staring straight at the king.

Little brother, you're playing magic, aren't you?

You're lying, you're not a sword practitioner.

You're a knife practitioner!

Otherwise, that swordsman would have pinned so many short daggers to his waist?

Bao Yibao wanted to cry.

There are still a dozen short daggers here, and if they continue to be beaten at the current pace, will I have to add a dozen more scars to my body?

Am I not human, I am so injured and bleeding, I am not in pain, is it not worthwhile?

Am I not going to die?

Don't play with me.

Gao Wangren looked stupid, he was waiting for Bao Yibao to rush over and duel.

Gao Wangren's internal strength is mediocre, and until now, his face is so pale that he is really tired, not the unhealthy white.

He waited and rested, and if Bao Yibao still rushed up, he continued to magnify his moves.

If Bao Yibao doesn't rush up, he will rest for a while.

Anyway, it's okay, the little fool is not in a hurry.

So does Bao Yibao rush or not?

Rush.

If you don't rush, it's not Bao Yibao.

Bao Yibao clenched his fists, and suddenly there was a loud roar, and all the clothes on his upper body were automatically shattered, blown into rags all over the sky, scattered everywhere.

His breath had gone manic to an alarming level.

It can even be said that even if it is a middle-aged person at his peak, even if it is those middle-aged masters of the Leopard King Gate, under the full force, the fighting spirit is strong, and the breath is prosperous, and that is it.

Bao Yibao's eyes were red, and the blood vessels on his body were exposed, like earthworms crawling on muscles.

Horrible, terrifying.

Hua Duxiu gasped: It's okay, it's okay.

If Nian Ze marries this kind of devil muscle, he won't be scared to death on the wedding night?

Of course, it is not excluded that some women like this kind of simple-minded, well-developed muscular people.

As for whether the memorial Ze likes it or not, Hua Duxiu does not know.

It's better not to like it, otherwise he will doubt his life.

Bao Yibao shouted: "Regret Jingyu, waste the sky, extinguish the thunder!"

He was like a giant spirit god rising from the ground, leaving a footprint more than an inch deep on the ground with every step he took.

This time, Bao Yibao was not in a hurry at all, just one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, and his feet walked towards the king of Gao like devil's minions.

Gao Wangren immediately realized the power of this move, and the smile on his face disappeared.

He immediately pulled out a few more daggers from his back and held them in his hand, as if he was also hesitating.

How to deal with it, whether you can cope with it, and what are the consequences of coping.

It's a pity that his head is a bit stupid, and these three questions are not easy to come up with.

I simply don't want to!

By feeling, dry!

Gao Wangren quickly threw the short dagger in his hand into the air one after another, and then took a handful into his mouth.

He looked up at the sky, and there were many daggers spinning, jumping, and falling when they reached their apex.

In his eyes, there seemed to be two white rays shooting out, shooting towards the dagger in the sky.

At this moment, Gao Jiandong panicked, and his whole body was trembling.

Because, even he didn't know what the high king was thinking and what moves he planned to use.

In the "White Rainbow Sword Technique", there is no move with such momentum at all!