Da Songyang withdrew his hands and grabbed the gun tightly, as if he wanted to pull the weapon out of him—but where was this kind of power? The warrior's wrist trembled again, the steel twisted, and the last life of the big Matsuyang hand was completely cut off. The lean body leaned back into the air, lying in the loess of the official road, never moving again.

When a master plays a trick, the outcome of the battle is usually only a few seconds. Fei Bin's son was wrong, after all, right away. Even if he lost, he still died unsatisfied. On the other hand, Tota's hand Ding Mian and Tsuru's hand Bai Lu were even more scared and could hardly believe their eyes. The two men subconsciously blurted out, "Four younger brothers, four younger brothers!" The two masters angrily drew their swords and attacked Tian Lin from behind to avenge Fei Bin.

Tian Lin stood like Mount Tai. He shouted loudly, picked up the corpse in Da Songyang's hand, immediately turned around, turned the corpse into a weapon with the help of centrifugal force, and threw it at Ding Mian and Bai Liu like a cannonball. The sword momentum of Tota Hand and Tsurushou has been pushed to the extreme, where can I get it back? In the moment of breathing, two sharp swords pierced the two transparent holes in Fei Bin's body.

The two masters got angry and brandished their swords, were they as powerful as ever?A total of 100 years of internal force was infused into the twin swords at the same time, and then exploded from the inside out. At this moment, only the strange sound of "snort~" was heard, and the body of Da Matsuyang's hand was blown apart on the spot. The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, and internal organs, along with broken bones, rotten flesh, and large swaths of thick blood plasma, flew in the south, south, and northwest, and died without a body.

The Songshan Thirteen Taibao came from the same family. After decades of getting along, his feelings are very deep. Fei Bin's body died, Ding Mian Bailiu was already enraged by extreme grief and pain, goodbye junior brother actually died of his body, and was injured by his own hands, even if the two masters were calm, they couldn't help but be frightened for a while, and they were even more at a loss. At this time, Tian Lin stepped into the horse, and a cold mountain arrived first, and then the gun went out like a dragon.

The warrior's arm trembled again, and the steel spear was full of stars, and the momentum was uncertain, enveloping the upper body of the two enemies in front of him at the same time. Because of the blood stains on the head of the gun, in the eyes of the two masters of Songshan, the blood stains suddenly appeared on the scene, making it more difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. The two men panicked and did not dare to move. They hurriedly flew back at the same time, pulling a distance of more than ten paces.

Fei Bin was shot and killed in only one confrontation, and there is no doubt about the strength of the fighters. After learning this bloody lesson, the two remaining Taibao in Songshan no longer dared to underestimate the enemy, and each restrained his thoughts and went all out. Lube's thinking became more flexible, and he immediately shouted, "Brother, after you and me, let's go again!" Practicing light exercises, like cranes flapping their wings around the forest, is not only to disrupt the enemy's thinking, but also to wait for the opportunity to fight the enemy. Ding Mian stepped forward with a long knife in his hand and slashed straight down. He looks like King Tota.

The Songshan faction is the leader of the Wuyue Sword faction, and Ding Mian is the leader of the thirteen Taibao of Songshan. In terms of martial arts, he is definitely stronger than any Taoist priest in Men, Tian Boguang, and Yu Canghai. The Songshan sword technique was transmitted into his hands, and it was even more ferocious and sharp. With a flick of a finger, the two weapons of spear and sword kept colliding, accompanied by the deafening sound of gold and iron, and the east, east, west, and northwest were full of blazing sparks. Onlookers were terrified. Those junior disciples of Songshan next to them, even if they want to help these two senior uncles and brothers, where can they go?

As the two sides fought to the top, Ding Mian's internal force gradually condensed to the peak, and the speed of sword making became faster and faster. The three-foot Qingfeng turned into a white rainbow of lightning in his hand, and suddenly slashed away from left to right with a loud cry. Lin Chang's gun had already sunk into the ground, but now it suddenly bounced back and pulled back, making the action of "splashing on the water field" just block the magic of "Yu Tiantianchang" of Songshan swordsmanship. Ding Mian seized the opportunity to jump up and hit it with his left hand. Tian Lin let go of his left hand without thinking. He twisted his arms and turned his wrists. His fist exploded like a giant auger, hitting Ding Mian's wrist.

Tota's hand was surprisingly fast, but before the fighters could hit hard, he had turned his palm into a claw, sunk his shoulder, dropped his elbow, and slid down, grabbing the fighters' fists to the ground. At this moment, the four arms were entangled, guns, fists, claws, and swords, tightly twisted into each other, fighting each other desperately. Lin Dengfeng is extremely powerful, and his arms are strong. Ding Mian is well versed in internal skills and is different. For some time, neither side was able to suppress the other and reached a stalemate.

Bai Lu waited for a long time on the periphery. Waiting for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is not easy. Where would he let go? His eyes were bright, his voice was clear, and he was able to attack with his sword first. Sharp, it's Lin back. The shrill sound of the wind pierced my ears like the whimper of a self-reflective ghost, and lightning soon approached. Ding Mian even grimaced. He kept pestering him and shouted angrily: "Tian Lin, give my brother a living allowance!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Lin even disdained to engage in a verbal dispute with these people. He took a deep breath, and suddenly thundered off! This is not the roar of a lion, nor the singing of a dragon. It's just a true manifestation of anger. Suddenly, it made a thunderous sound. The distance between them was only a few feet, and Dante Mian bore the brunt of it. He really couldn't dodge, and he couldn't dodge. He accepted all orders on the spot.

Tota's hands and ears were numb, and his mind was a little dizzy. The movement of internal forces between the meridians is immediately blocked and cannot continue as before. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the warriors' arms suddenly contracted outward, their left hand immediately freed themselves from the entanglement, and then quickly split the steel spear into two parts, holding half of the spear head, and swept their arms back.

"When~" is a tremor, like a morning bell at dusk, shaking in all directions. The steel spear shattered Tsuru's sword, and he was determined to win. The force did not weaken at all, it rotated backwards from the air. The end of the gun was aimed at Ding Mian's temple and slashed down. If this were true, it would be a shocking disaster. What other life could there be than Dale Chinhyun?

Tota's long sword was still entangled with Tian Lin's half-spear, which could not be broken. In desperation, he concentrated all his life's skills on his left hand, and aimed at Tian Lin's forehead to make a "splitting Huashan". It was a crash and burns, both. Of course, Ding Mian just wanted to force the martial artist to withdraw in the depths of his heart, did he really want to work very hard? The head of the Thirteen Taibao of Songshan is famous in the rivers and lakes. How could he think that his life was the same as that of the unknown warrior who had just appeared?

But in Linxin, there was never a victory or defeat. No, it is not so much his disregard for life and death, but rather his belief that the most brilliant brilliance of a warrior's life will never bloom more intensely than when life and death are at stake. And in exchange for the beauty of the moment, the cultivators are very willing—willing to give everything they have to themselves!

Because of this, in the face of the current crisis, which is likely to lead to the end of both sides, Tian Lin did not let go, but tightened his right arm, forcing the distance between the two sides to shrink further. Seeing this scene, the eyes and pupils of the newly struck crane couldn't help but contract violently, and shouted loudly: "Brother, retreat quickly! This man is dying!" I wanted to be saved by the sword again, but my balance had been lost and I was not adjusted back. Even if it's intentional, it can't do anything about it.

The twinkling of stars can dazzle us. This is clear from God and cannot be calculated. At this time, that is, when it was ten times shorter than the blink of an eye, the sound of broken bones of "Keller~" sounded. The two entangled figures went from movement to stillness, frozen like clay figures. The crane's hand looked like a bucket of ice water dripping from its head, from the tips of its hair to its heels.

The tail of the Yajiao gun was sharp and protruding, and it had pierced into Ding Mian's right temple at this moment, more than three inches deep. However, Tota's "one-man splitting Huashan", full of the internal force of his 40-year authentic Songshan faction, only hit the warrior's right shoulder. It can only hurt and break bones, but it is not fatal at all.

There are always only three factors that determine the outcome of a military fight, namely the heart, the body, and the skill. Skills are the skills of war. The body is the foundation of the body that supports the performance of skills. The heart is the will and determination to fight. If you have the will and determination to fight, you won't win. If you don't have the fighting spirit and determination, you will definitely lose! In terms of physical strength and skill, Lin is not far from Matsuyama, the leader of the 13 Pacific leaders. The heart really decided the life and death of the neighboring World War. If Ding Mian didn't see the value of his life as high as it is now, then the final result would be different from the present. Unfortunately

In this world, there is never a regret pill.

The three masters of Songshan have already arrived in the neighborhood. However, Tian Lin's shoulder bone was also cut off. At least in the First World War, he had only one left arm available. Lu Baiwei hesitated, but in the end, the hatred in his heart prevailed over fear. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Tian Lin! Look at how brave you are! Look at this sword!"

The sword rose with a sound! The crane leaped forward with a sharp hand, and the three-foot green blade sliced through the air. This is another sign of the authentic swordsmanship of the Songshan school "Yu Tian Tianlong" Fury, fencing can surpass the level of competition. But when he saw his long sword slashing through the air, the sword's body seemed to bend, and when it bent, it moved forward. The long sword flew like a creature, and it was majestic. This is really like the world of dragons, even if Zuo Lengchan, the leader of Songshan Mountain, has personally used this sword technique.

His right arm was injured, but Tian Lin's left arm was still strong. He turned around sharply, turned Ding Mian's body in a half circle, and used Tota's fat hand as a human shield. Whether you're a jade dragon or a stone snake, you can't greet the warriors. Lu Baiwei was worried that he would destroy the bodies of his two older brothers as he had just done. Before the "dragon" could make a move, he had to take a step back.

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