Long Xiu's bamboo sword was broken, the battle knife was interrupted, and in the face of Wen Yiming, who was rushing to kill at a high speed, his hideous face showed a touch of anger, and suddenly broke out with a loud roar, making everyone cover their ears uncomfortably. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

At the same time, a crisp sound came out of Long Xiuzhu's mouth, as if he gritted his teeth and collapsed.

The dragon spear swirled and attacked, and the strong wind wrung around it, like a tornado, and the dragon cultivation bamboo sword instantly rioted, and it slashed out again and again.

'So-go so-so!'

Five knives, defusing the dragon spear attack, Long Xiuzhu took five steps back, and the five footprints were clearly presented; Wen Yiming rotated and settled non-stop, turned over and probed the dragon spear again, he wanted to explode quickly with the super endurance of the dragon swallowing Beidou, and killed Long Xiuzhu in the remaining forty seconds.

He has this confidence, but when he didn't force out all the hole cards of Long Xiuzhu, he didn't dare to cast the Dragon and Tiger Forbidden Fury, the fighter plane was ever-changing, and he only knew the strange martial arts of the Holy Altar, but it was definitely more than this, and it was by no means the most powerful martial art.

This reason is very simple, even the secret method that Qin Li and Lin Yanyun in the south can cultivate is by no means the top secret method of the Holy Altar, or just one of them.

The battle knife and dragon spear intersected one after another, and Long Xiuzhu's face looked hideous, but in fact, under the faint red black lines, there was only a dignified place, if it wasn't for Wen Yiming's sudden suppression of the cultivation of the war knife to delay the battle knife to build momentum, the form would not be so unfavorable.

Wen Yiming did not have the upper hand as everyone saw, and he attacked again and again, sonorously in all directions, he only felt that his arms were sore, and his hands holding the dragon spear were full of blood.

Every time he fought a pair, he felt that his ten fingers were about to be shattered, and while he was secretly shocked by the power of Long Xiuzhu, he also knew that even if his war knife was not an artifact, it was definitely not an ordinary epic and legendary weapon, otherwise it would be unscathed under the dragon spear.

Moreover, the sword was powerful and heavy, and its gravity was by no means under its own dragon spear.

Wen Yiming didn't play any more hole cards, under the residual strength of the battle cry and sacrifice, with the help of killing intent suppression, with the pure battle body and Zhenyuan cultivation for the intensive attack of one shot after another, occasionally felt a burst of heart, suppressing Long Xiuzhu, who was about to rise up to counterattack, to continue to defend and retreat.

Gradually, a shout rang out in the arena, and then it turned into a shout.

"Kill the gods!"

"Kill the gods!"

"Kill the gods!"

“......”

Long Xiuzhu's backward pace was steady but not chaotic, the dual-wielding war knife in his hand was not messy at all, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned with black lines, he gritted his teeth and revealed a faint sneer, and Bai Sensen's teeth made the whole person look even more weird.

Wen Yiming's heart was calm, without the slightest impetuousness, the wind was as elegant as the wind, and the dragon spear in his hand was as dense as rain, steady and steady, pressing step by step. Listening to the shouts and cheers coming from his ears, only he knew that he was giving full strength with each shot, and it was unknown whether he would be able to hold on to the dragon spear in the next hit.

In ten seconds, Wen Yiming attacked more than 100 guns, and the guns and guns were all forced, and at the same time, the guns and guns were all attacked by the strength of the Xuan Needle, and the seven acupuncture points of the Dragon Swallowing Beidou had been in a violent pulse, and the Shenfu space released the power of warm holy light to dissolve the cold, although it was not much, but the power of the holy light that was limited to two percent of the spiritual power plummeted.

True Yuan and physical strength also declined rapidly under the erosion of the cold, Wen Yiming didn't complain, he gritted his teeth and held on.

He knew that if he didn't cast the Dragon Tiger Forbidden Fury, killing Long Xiuzhu would become delusional, and there was only less than thirty seconds left, but the power of the Holy Light could support another fifteen seconds at most.

In more than twenty seconds, the faint red and black lines on Long Xiuzhu's face suddenly disappeared slowly, and in less than two seconds, they were all hidden like skin, faintly floating under the cortex, if you don't look carefully, it looks like an ordinary person.

At this moment, Long Xiuzhu had been forced thirty meters away from the corner, his face had faded from all hideousness and weirdness, and he had returned to his original appearance, but the corner of his mouth had a sneer containing murderous intent.

Wen Yiming's heart was shocked, the gun turned sharply, the cohesion exploded, and the long-lost artistic conception of the lance was instantly triggered in the anxious shouting, and it roared out wildly!

Almost synchronously, Long Xiuzhu's feet suddenly braked, like a lunge with a full moon opening a bow, holding a knife to meet the spear and slashing, and the sword was sheng.

"Dead open!"

Full of anger that had been suppressed for a long time, he blurted out in Long Xiuzhu's counterattack, and his strong self-confidence could not be concealed.

'Ang ——!'

The dragon groaned, and no noise could override it, and the confident roar was also surrendered, and Long Xiuzhu's voice was instantly muffled.

'Sonorous ~~~!'

In the roar of gold and iron, the dragon's groan stopped, and the sword dissipated.

The two figures flew upside down again, only two more lines of blood spilled in the air.

Wen Yiming landed on the ground, step by step, and the blood in his mouth was splashed all over his clothes by the trembling of his footsteps.

Ten steps! Ten steps back, the gun back behind him, and he didn't need to feel that he was being chopped to the edge of the ring again.

On the other hand, Long Xiuzhu was only thirty meters away from the corner when he was bombarded, but he did not fall off the ring, and he also stopped with his sword in the midst of the retreat, and his heels were already hanging in the air.

Wen Yiming's heart was shocked to the extreme, the diagonal of the entire ring, he withdrew several times more than Long Xiuzhu, this person is definitely the top figure of the younger generation in the altar, and his status is self-evident.

Long Xiuzhu stopped with a knife, raised his hand to wipe away the blood in his mouth, and with a wild laugh, he strode up again, and rushed with a knife, and his speed suddenly exceeded twice as fast as before.

Wen Yiming's scalp was numb, not because of fear, but because of the fierce combat power of this person.

The dragon spear poked at the ground of the ring, and Zhenyuan ran wildly to urge the wind to soar to the extreme, and there was no more hesitation in his heart.

The selfless mind method leads the true yuan soldiers to divide into four ways and go straight to the four slightly!

The white hair suddenly exploded between the flutters, the tongue reached the sky and urged the teeth, the teeth were clenched, and the twenty pieces of limbs at the end of the limbs trembled and burst.

Dragon Tiger Forbidden!

An incomparable deep potential suddenly appeared and instantly filled the body.

Speed, straight after the dragon Xiuzhu.

"Uh... Roar!"

Thunder roars, sonic shocks!

'Pull——!

The clothes are torn and turned into powder in the wind.

Speed, Qi Ping Long Xiuzhu.

'Bang ——!'

Sacrificial blows, death will pervade!

The killing intent is fierce, and it is as cold as a knife!

Speed, overtaking Long Xiuzhu.

The dragon swallows the Beidou, the seven points tremble, and the meridian coil dragon roars out.

The figures of the two of them in their pupils were rapidly enlarged, and the desperate charge could almost lead to a sonic boom.

A touch of shock flashed in Long Xiuzhu's red eyes, and the sneer was gone, and he was silent.

Eighty meters apart, the two shot tacitly at the same time.

"Ho, ah——!" Long Xiuzhu roared.

In the rush, he turned around and rotated three hundred and sixty degrees, and the war knife drew a circle of light and shadow like ink, and then the sound of chains, the war knife brought light and shadow out of his hand, and the killing aura filled the audience.

'Ang ——!'

The dragon spear burst out of its hand, leading to a roar of endless killing intent wrapped in purple mist.

The artistic conception of the spear, the rainbow!

The dragon spear was like a mad dragon, instantly tearing apart the ink splash of light and shadow, and striking at the sword with precision.

Boom!

The war knife flew upside down, and the ten fingers between Long Xiuzhu's knife burst out, blood poured out, and the sleeves of his entire arm were shattered in an instant. When a mouthful of fresh food poured up, the afterglow dragon spear came instantly.

Long Xiuzhu's eyes were about to crack, and while his throat sounded a low voice, he held the knife and turned his hand to slash out.

'Sonorous ——!'

Long Xiuzhu's arms sounded the click of a broken bone, the handle of the knife hit his chest, and he flew out of the ring with a long blood line, and after landing, he staggered to one knee and knelt on the ground, still holding the war knife with both hands.

Wen Yiming on the stage was also unhappy, the splashed ink light and shadow were torn apart, and a knife as thin as a hair burst out, and the lightning and flint passed through Wen Yiming's waist.

If it weren't for the ash belt weakening the hair blade, Wen Yiming would have been cut in half, and even so, a half-foot cut was still cut in the unprotected place.

At this time, he held the ground with one hand, and covered his waist with the other, and blood gushed out.

Both of them knelt on one knee, looked up at each other indifferently, and turned a deaf ear to the commotion around them!