Who cares about those who fall in the dust?

The man in green armor could feel his passivity, and the two of them were in such a situation. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info It's certain that he was pressed and beaten, and his hands are hard to beat with four hands, and the flaws are derived from it, and it is not impossible to fall.

Sensing the surroundings seriously, is there any other means he hasn't used, it's a pity. In the cognition of the man in Qingjia, if there are still means not to be used, then there is no chance.

I felt a little sorry for Guan Hanning's mistake. If that person can rush over together, how will he be passive? Not every time you can survive death, everyone knows this. Although he thinks that he will not be killed in this flanking attack, he should know that the opportunity does not come by waiting, but creates by himself.

Like the man in Qingjia, there are people who are now embarrassed, and Wu Jitang's sky-high momentum cannot be recovered. But it doesn't matter how Hanning's cooperation can achieve the goal. He would not suspect that Brother Guan could not think of his intentions, and his battlefield experience would not allow him to make such a mistake.

The deeper reason?

Of course, Wu Jitang didn't see Guan Hanning's movements.

Guan Hanning's gaze became cold again. It's like nothing happened, but I did miss an opportunity to shoot the other party to death, which is an indisputable fact.

The wind will not stop, and besides, it is still in the air, and Guan Hanning doesn't know why he would let go of such an opportunity. Not only did his enemies feel sorry, but he also spat out two words of pity in his own mouth.

Yes, he regretted it too, but it was impossible for the man in the green armor to give him a chance to choose.

Wu Jitang, who was in the assault, was the most entangled, and now his position was the most passive. It would be too easy for that person to resist with his cultivation who had just entered the wind, and Guan Hanning still had some distance from himself. As we approached that moment, the initial opportunity was long gone. Now Wu Jitang is no longer thinking about doing work, but protecting himself.

If it weren't for the face armor blocking the face of the man in green armor, then others would definitely know how happy his smile was at this time, not simply glad that he rubbed shoulders with death, but also laughed at Guan Hanning's stupidity.

Judging from this sky-high momentum, we know that the man has not long been in the wind. He's not the one who makes a fool and needs to dodge the blow himself.

I saw the green-armored man's body fall violently, dodging Wu Jitang's advance.

It would not give Wu Jitang a chance to breathe, so he swung his big knife and slashed over.

In Wu Jitang's opinion, the big knife was not slashed, but more like it was smashed.

In fact, the man in Qingjia didn't think about cutting Wu Jitang into two pieces with a single knife, what he wanted was to smash the aura of this newcomer to the wind into chaos, and it was best to be unstable. The situation of being attacked by the enemy on your own back can be well resolved.

Wu Jitang didn't have a good solution to the big knife that smashed at him, and some just used his own gun to resist the brute force of people who were a few points stronger than his own cultivation.

"Bang".

Wu Jitang felt that it was not his spear that was blocking the big knife, but more like a big stone hitting the big tree. His arms trembled like tree trunks.

Blood oozed from both hands that grabbed the spear. Wu Jitang clearly knew that if his spear was blown away, then the blue-armored man in front of him would definitely evolve into a god of death in an instant, and he would definitely be able to cut himself into two pieces.

At this moment, the man in Qingjia felt happy, and the frustration of being suppressed by Guan Hanning was all vented on Wu Jitang's body. Besides, such an opportunity is still offered by his old opponents, how can he not enjoy it.

The man in green armor could find that things were moving firmly in the way he imagined, as long as there were three such blows, the person in front of him would definitely be shaken up. He didn't dare to ask Guan Hanning to give him a chance to smash this person to death, but he begged that he could slap him to the ground. In this way, his vanguard task can be said to have been successfully completed.

How could Wu Jitang still stand in the face of such a smash, the Dao Qi under his feet was a little scattered, and he couldn't stabilize his body. It was smashed out of a long distance along the force.

Guan Hanning could understand Wu Jitang's passivity now, his position was here, and the smashing of the blue-armored man opened up some distance, and it was wishful thinking to rush before the next blow.

At this moment, the means of death are single, and Wu Jitang is about to face a more violent impact as soon as he stands still.

The man in the green armor sensed that Guan Hanning had moved, and knew that the three blows were difficult to achieve, so the next blow would be the last chance. Then you will have to use it more violently.

At this moment, in Wu Jitang's opinion, the person who rushed over was not simply a knife posture. The distance that was blown away became a good space to run.

The momentum of the rush fueled the momentum of the knife and turned into a giant beast and crushed it.

The cyan thing was magnified in his eyes, and Wu Jitang couldn't imagine that his first battle would be so embarrassing. He is also a bloody madman, and he has never been accustomed to being passive. Although his arm had not stopped trembling, the blood qi that had been suppressed to the extreme decided to fight back.

The eyes are as cold as Hanning, but at this moment, it is more of a desperate counterattack by the trapped beast. At this moment, his eyes have the hideousness of his face.

Waiting for this you to pounce on your own passivity, it is better to meet your own onslaught.

With a sharp kick on one leg, he rushed towards the cyan beast, and it was impossible to run a few more steps. But the momentum was successfully saved in one kick.

Wu Jitang didn't have any idea of exchanging his life for his life, not that he didn't want to survive in it, but he didn't dare to gamble. The result will be as imagined. From the moment he hit the ground, he knew what kind of means the enemy would have, and the person who could fight with his eldest brother Guan Hanning would not lack the experience of changing lives.

So now it's better to defend against attack, rather than stabbing at you.

The man in green armor was a little disappointed, what he was waiting for did not happen, it was obvious that the man was not hot-headed. If it is stabbed at himself, then he will have eight layers of certainty to cut the new leader under the sword. Although it is not going in the best direction, it is still possible to resolve the current situation.

Another "bang".

This voice sounded so harsh to Guan Hanning, and the Dao power under his feet became even more turbulent.

Now it's not just the palm of the hand that is oozing blood, but the arm is already beading blood. How can the fishy sweetness in the mouth be suppressed, and how can the unruly wind not escape without the restraint of Dao power. Fortunately, no matter how sad the blood was, his brother in life and death did not abandon him. The hands holding the spear were still as firm.

Wu Jitang couldn't stand in the wind at this moment, and rushed to the ground with the frenzied momentum of the big sword.

None of the people on the ground were willing to resist this momentum, whether it was a comrade-in-arms who was bent on saving his brother, or an enemy who was bent on killing the other party, they all made room for Wu Jitang's landing site.

The ground was so hard that his smash only brought up a cloud of dust and couldn't do any damage.

Those Qingjia people will not let go of such an opportunity, that is the wind, how can they die under their own swords, what a battle feat it will be.

The big knife beckoned to Wu Jitang's head without hesitation.

Wu Jitang didn't know that the blade above his head was coming, but at this moment, his legs and arms didn't have half the strength to compete. Now his life has been completely surrendered to others.

Fortunately, Wu Jitang did not look at the wrong person, and his brother did not live up to his trust.

To greet the Qing Ming broadsword, there is naturally a crimson spear.

Wu Jitang needed a respite, and his brother was fighting to the death for this opportunity.

Naturally, Wu Jitang will not live up to his brother's blood, although the power of the wind has been temporarily dispersed, but the breath of the battle with the cast bone is still there, not to mention that now Wu Jitang does not seek merit, but seeks self-preservation.

Guan Hanning could sense what kind of arrogance was hidden under the cyan armor.

What happened to me cannot be changed, and what can be done now is to let the person in front of him taste his own means will not be merciful.

The same corners of his mouth turned up, and the spear slammed into his target with a sneer.

It is inevitable that the man in Qingjia will be at a disadvantage, even if he wins all, he can only protect himself, let alone after facing Wu Jitang's pounce. Dao Li thought that he was more than half, and now he was fighting with Guan Hanning and was completely abused. Fortunately, he has his own self-knowledge, and he does not seek to fight a wonderful battle, but he is thoughtful in his own defense.

is saying that his brother's momentum has long been mobilized to the highest point by himself, although he is now being pressed and beaten by others. And the defeat of one person by thunder will bring unprecedented momentum to the brothers.

Guan Hanning has no way to fight against the turtle, and if he wants to blast open this turtle shell, his current cultivation is still lacking.

This battlefield is nearing the end of their role, and the inky tide is pouring into this land, and they will certainly not be lonely.

White ghosts also swept in.

Like the tide, they roared with a distinctive sound that disturbed the sun's peeping. This time, I completely ducked into the dark clouds.

The flowing brilliance of Shi Mo's eyes was completely retracted, as if he was not half interested in the blood below. His eyes were quietly closed, as if in deep thought.

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