Mr. Hua knows that for those who practice the way of "fighting", inviting the world's masters is the key to practice, and the word victory or defeat is the key to life and death. But for himself, the battle is just a means to an end, and victory is never in the way. So despite the aggressiveness of the fireworks, Mr. Hua never had the intention of fighting with all his might, and he was willing to admit defeat due to his low status, he just wanted to arrest Sun Suhe as soon as possible and leave, fighting for life and death, meaningless.

However, in order to force him to come out to fight, Hanabi threatened Sun Su with his son, which completely angered Mr. Painting. Sun Suhe's life has become the key to whether Mr. Painting can get the "Rim Chuan Tu" that he has in mind, if Sun Suhe has an accident at this juncture, it will really be a failure for Shanjiu Li, not to mention that the exhaustion of these months of running around has come to naught, and it is more likely to damage the "Rim Chuan Tu", as long as there is a trace of this possibility, Mr. Hua will absolutely not tolerate it.

He sat on the hands of the two puppet soldiers, and his hands were propped up, and the palms of his hands sank deep into the puppet soldiers' skulls without hindrance. The angular bodies of the two puppet soldiers, starting from their heads, quickly changed into a thick liquid state, churning and wrapping around Mr. Painting's arms.

Naturally, Hanabi will not allow Mr. Hua to cast spells calmly, in fact, this is also the best opportunity not to be missed. The masters competed with each other, especially the momentum, the fireworks pressed step by step, the combat power, strategy, and words, and finally seized the absolute upper hand in the momentum at this moment. Regardless of whether the other party is annoyed and angry, hastily changing his moves, or deliberately shaking a shot and hiding the murderous intention, she is confident that she can beat Mr. Hua with one blow.

Hanabi unfolded his body, forced in front of Mr. Paint like a teleporter, and then struck out with a palm without any fancy. This palm seems to be unremarkable, but it is actually a smug killing move of fireworks, just like the undercurrent under the water, on the surface, it is not alarming, but in fact, the changes are hidden, one blow seals all the enemy's retreats, plus the huge power of the blessing of "Fighting" and "Yang Fire Lotus Talisman", even if it is a steel and iron bone, it must be awarded under the palm.

At this time, as long as you take a step back, you will immediately weaken your momentum, no matter how high your ability is, you will fall into passivity, and it will be difficult to escape the end of being killed by repeated heavy hands when the time comes. His eyes showed a cold light, and he let out a long roar, and his hands and arms were covered with huge ink blocks transformed by puppet soldiers, like the hands of a black giant, the whole person did not retreat but advanced, and his right hand clenched his fist and blasted out, attacking head-on like a shock, and fighting hard with a fierce palm.

At the moment when Mr. Painting punched, Huahuo suddenly changed his body style, like a weak willow supporting the wind, unable to be forced, and dangerously avoided Mr. Painting's hard fight, and at the same time turned his palm into a finger, the sword was full of anger, bullied to the right side of Mr. Painting, and slashed closely.

Mr. Hua didn't expect Hanabi's body to be so skillful, and he punched in the air, which was indescribably uncomfortable, and at this time, Hanabi's invisible sword qi had already been slashed from the dead end. In an instant of life and death, Mr. Painting made a decision, his left hand poked out like a snake at a strange angle, and he was hard connected to the invisible sword qi, and secretly urged the spell in his heart, and all the puppet soldiers in the mist turned into countless ink water arrows at the same time.

Hanabi sighed secretly in his heart, and retreated with a slash, avoiding the fierce rain of arrows.

The ink water arrows shook in unison at the moment when they were shot at Mr. Painting's body, turning into a mass of ink again, turning from a hundred refining steel to finger wrapping, and then attached to Mr. Painting, changing and condensing, becoming a huge armor in the style of a medieval knight. Mr. Painting was not tall, but at this time he turned into a knightly armored giant more than three meters tall. The surface of the armor is pitch black and looks dull, but once you look at it more, you can't help but feel that the darkness is as deep as an abyss, and it makes people feel terrible that their hearts have taken it.

“God_bless_you。 Mr. Hua said lightly, he had already made up his mind to kill.

The black giant teleported away from the spot, and Hanabi turned back in horror and inexplicably, even with her senses, she could barely grasp a little shadow. The black giant threw a solid punch, his fists and palms intersected, and his body shook violently. She used all her strength to unload this fierce fist, and the whole person flew away like a willow leaf in the wind.

But the black giant came first, intercepted in front of the fireworks, and smashed his fists out and smashed down on his head. Hanabi tried her best to catch this move, but her fist was unloaded, her throat was sweet, and after only two moves, she was already injured and vomited blood. Mr. Painting, the famous evil god, is finally beginning to reveal his true abilities.

Sun Suhe could only vaguely see two shadows, one red and one black, running at a high speed like thunder, and the two shadows were separated and combined, flickering forward and backward, fighting from the ground to the air, and from the air to the ground. The momentum of the two sides is entangled like a rolling wave, a violent wind and waves, and it is extremely dangerous. The strong wind caused by the confrontation ravaged and raved, the original trees and thatchs had long been destroyed, and the ground was ploughed out of the ravines, which was as shocking as a wound.

Only the small area where Sun Suhe was standing was protected by the tacit understanding between the two. Sun Suhe only felt that he was standing in the eye of the hurricane, which was no longer something that human beings could imagine, it was simply a brilliant Tianwei that could not be resisted.

The more the two fought, the more anxious they became, and the muffled sound erupted like a loud bang. A little anxious haze surfaced in Mr. Painting's heart. He had originally made up his mind to kill Hanabi on the spot within ten moves, but now that he had fought to a hundred moves, Hanabi was like a resilient ball floating on the water, and he couldn't suppress it.

Even, the more you fight, the stronger you get!

Although Mr. Hua always had an absolute advantage, he knew very well that in such a battle, as long as a moment of timidity, laxity, and misjudgment would immediately turn into a fatal wound on the spot. Another person's face turned out like a dark cloud in his heart, "Damn Fighting, those who practice this path are really people with brain problems, there is definitely a problem!"

Hanabi is actually at the end of her crossbow at this time, her own family knows her own affairs, and her body is already overwhelmed, even if she collapses immediately in the next second, it is not surprising. Although the Taoist practice of "fighting and fighting" has the strange characteristics of being strong when it is strong and cultivating war with war, it still has its limits after all, and it is completely due to the arrogance in his chest that he refuses to admit defeat.

How long can it last?Can you wait for that opportunity?Can you wait for the moment when he shows his flaws?Hanabi never thinks about these questions that no one can answer. Until now, she still had no doubt about her victory, and she knew that when it came, she would be stronger than ever.