Huang Mao looked at the blade that was pressing towards his neck, his face was extremely pale, he didn't dare to hesitate, his palm hurriedly loosened, and the short knife in his hand immediately fell, temporarily relieving his crisis. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At the same time, Huang Mao's other hand slammed towards the short knife, trying to grab the short knife and counterattack Chen Yifei.

"Wishful thinking. Chen Yifei didn't expect Huang Mao to be able to play this trick at this moment of crisis.

However, he was also as fast as lightning to reach out his palm, and before Huang Mao could grab the short knife, he grabbed the short knife in his hand first.

Seeing this scene, Huang Mao's face suddenly changed greatly, and the next moment he felt a tingling sensation in his chest.

The moment Chen Yifei caught the short knife, the palm of his hand turned, and the tip of the knife had already stabbed into Huang Mao's chest.

The speed of that knife was too fast, Huang Mao had no way to dodge it at this moment, and the short knife instantly pierced his chest, and the sharp pain made him howl miserably.

Huang Mao looked at the short knife piercing his chest with a hideous face, this divine weapon that he had used for decades actually drank the blood of his father and son, it was really ironic.

Bang!~

Chen Yifei kicked the short knife on Huang Mao's chest again, kicked Huang Mao out with the short knife, and slammed it into the wall of the hall.

The short knife pierced directly into the wall, and even Huang Mao was nailed to the wall.

Chen Yifei was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue and completely solve Huang Mao, but he heard Ling Yu's miserable howl from the other side, "Ah...... Damn ......"

I saw that Ling Yu, who was facing Fu He's attack, was retreating in embarrassment, and there was already a sword wound on his arm, and blood was overflowing, staining the snake scales on it.

Fu He looked at Ling Yu with a sneer on his face, "Stinky boy, hand over the spiritual weapon in your hand, I can make your death a little happier." ”

"Old fellow, if you want a spiritual weapon, it depends on whether you have the ability or not. Ling Yu snorted coldly, and even more frantically mobilized the true qi in his body and poured it into the spirit weapon fist.

"Resist stubbornly! If you want to die, I will fulfill you. Fu He snorted coldly, and suddenly waved the short sword in his hand, and a sharp sword surged out from the short sword.

Shout!~

The short sword slashed in an instant, making a rapid sound of breaking wind, and the attack in the late stage of the Xuan Rank was indeed very terrifying.

Fu He instantly attacked in front of Ling Yu and slashed at Ling Yu with a sword.

Ling Yu snorted, stomped on his feet, and hurriedly swung his fist gloves to block it.

That's the only thing he can do now.

Although he was fighting with Fu He, he could only fight with Huang Mao in the early stage of the Xuan Rank by relying on spiritual weapons, and there was a big gap in strength with Fu He in the late Xuan Rank, so he could only be tired of defending against Fu He's attacks.

Boom!~

The short sword in Fu He's hand slashed at Ling Yu's spirit weapon fist again. The violent impact made Ling Yu's two steps back again, and his fist was numb.

"See how many swords you can resist. Fu He snorted coldly, and he had already bullied himself again, slashing towards Ling Yu with a sword.

Boom!~

Boom!~

……

Each time Fu He's sword hit Ling Yu's fist gloves, it would hit a string of sparks, and each sword could force Ling Yu back.

Finally, after Ling Yu had resisted several swords in a row, he had already felt a lack of strength.

Fu He accurately seized the opportunity, forced Ling Yu back with a sword, and then directly lifted his foot and kicked Ling Yu's chest, kicking Ling Yu directly out, smashing a pillar in the Zhou family's hall before rolling on the ground.

Syllable!~

Ling Yu slapped the broken stone bricks on his body with one palm, but before he could get up again, Fu He's figure had already appeared in front of him, and the short sword in his hand was pointing at him closely.

"Stinky boy, your resistance is over here, now that this artifact belongs to me, as for you, go to see Hades. Fu He looked at Ling Yu with a murderous look on his face, and the sword light on the short sword in his hand surged, carrying a thick murderous aura.

At this time, Chen Yifei's sneer sounded behind Fu He: "Old guy, you are too proud, if you want my brother's life, I will take your life first." ”

Fu He turned his head and saw Chen Yifei walking towards him with a murderous face, and the war patterns that appeared on Chen Yifei's body made his eyes streak, because the energy fluctuations surging between the war patterns were no weaker than him.

This young man actually has the strength of the late Xuan Rank.

"Then I'll kill you first, and then kill your brother to get the spirit weapon. Fu He looked at Chen Yifei with murderous anger, and his murderous intent was completely aroused.

Chen Yifei's age and talent made Fu He feel threatened, this young man already had this kind of strength at his level, if he waited until later, how terrifying should his strength be? Maybe it would far surpass him.

And he is bound to get that spiritual weapon today, and he will inevitably offend this young man, so he can only kill the other party and completely eliminate this trouble.

"Kill me, I'm afraid you don't have this ability. While Chen Yifei was speaking, he had already rushed towards Fu He, and the war patterns on his body were surging wildly.

"Idiot, between the same ranks, I have a divine weapon to re-arm, I can completely abuse you, and I dare to attack me first. Fu He sneered, the short sword in his hand swung with a flash, and he flew towards Chen Yifei without hesitation.

The two approached each other in an instant.

But Chen Yifei did not panic in the face of Fu He's short sword, and at that moment he stomped on his feet, his body leaned slightly to the side, and he staggered with Fu He's short sword, and then appeared beside Fu He.

"Old fellow, you made the same mistake as Huang Mao, you are too self-righteous. Chen Yifei sneered in Fu He's ear, his palm had already grasped the handle of the Ganqi scimitar at his waist, and when he turned around, he had already pulled out the Ganqi scimitar.

Fu He also turned around when he staggered past Chen Yifei, and then, he found that Chen Yifei was already holding a scimitar in his hand and slashed at him fiercely.

Fu He was startled, and hurriedly waved the short sword in his hand to block it.

Boom!~

A spark sputtered out.

At the moment of collision, Fu He was horrified to find that his short sword was instantly cut out of a gap by the scimitar in Chen Yifei's hand.

"Spiritual weapons. Fu He couldn't help but shout out in horror.

He now finally knows why Chen Yifei said that he made the same mistake as Huang Mao?

What mistake did Huang Mao make?

Isn't it just that he fought with Chen Yifei's Yellow Rank subordinates just now, thinking that he could eat the other party with the divine weapon in his hand, who knew that the other party had a spiritual weapon in his hand, and as a result, a Xuan Rank also suffered a loss in the hands of the other party's Yellow Order.

And he didn't think that he had a divine weapon, and he could easily crush Chen Yifei of the same level with a divine weapon, but who knew that this Chen Yifei also had a spiritual weapon, and this spiritual weapon was far more than the spiritual weapon fist, which could damage his divine weapon with one blow. (To be continued.) )