"Will Xiaoqiang come back?" Qian Feifei looked at Lin Mengxin helplessly, her eyes were already half wet, even if Lin Xiaoqiang wanted to hide the danger, Qian Feifei had already noticed it.

"Yes!" Lin Mengxin clenched his fists.

"Die!"

The crow's foot stepped on, and the spiritual power of the toes gathered a black vortex, and when the head fell, Lin Xiaoqiang's qi and blood surged, his strength exploded, and the Zhenlong fist roared out, shaking the black vortex, and the golden light flashed, like a real dragon entering the sea.

Poof!

The crow exerted its strength again, a dark crow spread its wings, and the black vortex under his feet was even more powerful, Lin Xiaoqiang was difficult to defeat the nine-rank martial artist head-on, although he had the five-grade spirit weapon Zhenlong Fist, it was still difficult to cross this gap, the black vortex exploded on his shoulder, and the crow took advantage of the momentum to step on Lin Xiaoqiang's shoulder again, like a sharp steel knife slashing down.

"Ding!+60 XP!"

"Ding!+38 XP!"

Lin Xiaoqiang's qi and blood frantically surged to his shoulder, which did not let the spiritual power of the black vortex directly destroy his entire arm, and the crow's next kick directly kicked him over, supporting the ground with both hands, rolling, stabilizing his body, the qi and blood in his body were somewhat disordered by that kick, and Taihu Lake luck was running smoothly, and the qi and blood were stable.

"Yes, it's so durable. ”

The crow landed, looked at Lin Xiao and sneered, the black crow break that he had just cast exploded directly on Lin Xiaoqiang's shoulder, and he actually failed to blast off Lin Xiaoqiang's entire shoulder, and even he was a little surprised by his defensive power.

The martial artists of the Martial God Temple have already fought with the crow's men, and the strength of the two sides is equal to each other, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner in a short period of time, and it is naturally difficult to take care of Lin Xiaoqiang.

Li Qingfang saw the crow fall with one foot, the power was amazing, and he wanted to pull out to repel the crow, but his opponent short man was reluctant and would not let him get his wish, and slapped his palm on the back, shocking Li Qing to spit out a mouthful of blood, and he didn't dare to be distracted, so he could only put his fate in Lin Xiaoqiang's own hands.

Although Lin Xiaoqiang kept his shoulder, there was still a blur of flesh and blood, and the vigorous vitality was slowly healing the injury, and the qi and blood were mobilized, and the whole shoulder could still move freely.

"Eat labor and capital!"

Lin Xiaoqiang flew up, and in mid-air, his fists opened as if he had pulled out a hard bow, and the spiritual power wrapped around the Zhenlong fist, like the finishing touch, the dragon fist was unleashed, and the fist wind roared.

The crow didn't want to spend more, the longer the time dragged on, the more it was not effective for them, and directly turned into a huge crow, and suddenly the black feathers flew, the wings fanned suddenly, and two black vortices were formed, Lin Xiaoqiang's body was stunned, and before a punch could be blasted, it flew upside down for several meters, and two clouds of blood mist burst one after another.

"Ding!+60 XP!"

Even if it has the effect of the Zhenlong Fist and the double dragon going to sea to increase the amplification, he can't even get close to the crow's body, the crow has been stagnant in the Jiupin realm for many years, and his understanding of his own spiritual power is even more superb.

"Without Xiong Liren's protection, you would always be nothing more than an ant in my eyes. ”

The crow laughed, a black feather condensed, flicked his fingers, the black feather moved, leaving a phantom in the air, and a sharp whistling sound sounded, like the urging of death.

"Beware of being killed by ants!"

Lin Xiaoqiang punched out, his qi and blood increased sharply, blocking the black feather, the black feather was extremely powerful, forcing Lin Xiaoqiang's body back a few steps, the black crow pounced, reached out a claw, cut through Lin Xiaoqiang's body, the blood in his abdomen flowed like an injection, and the blood rushed in, stopping the blood.

Lin Xiaoqiang endured the severe pain, and all three ways of moving the mountain were used, bombarding the crow's claws, and the crow still wanted to rise into the air, but Lin Xiaoqiang grabbed it with one hand and held on to it.

"Look!"

Lin Xiaoqiang grabbed the crow and threw it forward, relying on pure strength

Directly throwing away the crow of the nine-rank realm with the eighth-rank martial artist realm, Lin Xiaoqiang took two steps and one step, followed closely, and raised a punch to kill the crow's head.

"Damn it!"

The crow was obviously startled by Lin Xiaoqiang's domineering power, its wings flapped, and two black vortices rose from the ground, holding up the crow's body and flying into the air, dodging Lin Xiaoqiang's fierce punch.

Lin Xiaoqiang stepped on his feet suddenly, his legs bent, like a tengu eating the moon and pounced on the crow in mid-air, the power of the Zhenlong fist was wide open, and the sound of dragon roars sounded.

"You dare?!"

The crow was furious, Lin Xiaoqiang dared to take the initiative to kill him, a black vortex slapped down, the wings burned all over his body, the spiritual power became the best fuel, the breath changed greatly, the spirit crow was like a skeleton, opened its bone wings and fanned it gently, and a black gas burst out from the feet of Lin Xiaoqiang, who landed on the ground, with a powerful suction, which fixed Lin Xiaoqiang.

The dark crow that turned into a skeleton screamed, and the black gas of the skeleton was filled, falling from the sky and rushing towards Lin Xiaoqiang, who could not move, as if the night was pressed down in the sky, covering the sky and the earth, unable to escape.

This trick is the crow's famous skill crow falling, the black crow descending into the world, and the god of death harvesting souls.

Lin Xiaoqiang was not afraid of death, his whole body qi and blood poured into the Zhenlong Fist, and his heart was beating, like a furnace of qi and blood, endlessly, like a rolling river pouring all the qi and blood into the Zhenlong Fist.

With the influx of qi and blood, the Zhenlong fist seemed to be the finishing touch, the dragon's eyes flashed, and there was a piece of blood, pouring out all of Lin Xiaoqiang's punches, and bursts of dragon roars sounded, colliding with the crow's crow, and the two exploded with their qi and blood and spiritual power.

The power of the two erupted directly shattered the magic circle, and the crow in the array was injured, and the spiritual power of the whole body was used on the last crow fall, and the aura could not support the magic circle.

"Ding! +98 XP!"

Lin Xiaoqiang's dragon fist was unfortunately defeated by the crow's crow, and the eight-rank martial artist was difficult to defeat the nine-rank.

Crowfall blasted the ground out of a big pit, Lin Xiaoqiang fell into the pit, his chest was still heaving, blood flowed out of Lin Xiaoqiang's body, staining the ground red.

The crow slowly stood up, his move crow fell not like hitting a person's body, but more like hitting an indestructible piece of steel, Lin Xiaoqiang relied on the power of qi and blood to stalemate with the crow for a few seconds, Lin Xiaoqiang, who had the increase of the Zhenlong Fist, already had the advantage, and the crow directly pressed down the spiritual power, completely crushing it with the strength of the Nine Rank Martial Artist.

But he didn't feel well, Lin Xiaoqiang was still punched out when he was pierced by the crow, which directly smashed the head of the spirit crow, and the crow directly gave up the spirit body.

That punch was too shocking, and the eighth-rank body refining martial artist killed the nine-rank spirit with one punch, but this kind of impossible thing happened.

"Again...... Come. ”

Lin Xiaoqiang's qi and blood are still recovering, his heart beat rate is getting faster and faster, and his qi and blood are constantly being pumped out again, and he stands up with the increased health value of his physical strength after his own endurance.

Lin Xiaoqiang's fighting method only has four words: "Fierce and not afraid of death"

It is also a belief in the truth that "the brave wins when the narrow road meets".

The magic circle had been shattered, and the battle of several Nine Rank Martial Artists could not be concealed, and a powerful aura swept in all directions.