Two dazzling pillars of fire came almost at the same time, and Liu Fuling and Wang Shu also chose to dodge rather than be tough at the same time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The young man shifted to one side, but the pillar of fire also moved, like a snake whipped at him again, Liu Fuling retreated, and his palms soothed and pushed out, patting on the body of the pillar of flames, the scorching fire was shocked, and it was scattered for a few points, Liu Fuling was full of energy, one palm followed by another palm, three palms in a row, the fire was much weaker, he saw the opportunity, the floating slaughter broke through the air, and the pillar of fire was split in two, and the flames were scattered like a piece of land, and burned out in a blink of an eye.

Mars in the sky are like fireflies, floating and floating, the old and young in it are stunned, Zhou mocked the wind and smiled, his palms turned over, and he pressed down suddenly!

Mars shot at the two of them like scorching hot and sharp stones, Wang Shu cursed, and could only rely on a pair of fleshy palms to block, Liu Fuling, who had a sharp weapon, was much more relaxed, better than a leisurely stroll, and the seemingly inconspicuous thin stick swirled and danced, blocking all the Mars.

The young man, regardless of the old man who was still besieged, passed through the curtain of fire and rain and came to the man in red.

Zhou Weifeng unexpectedly took the initiative to attack, raised his hand and punched, a clumsy and undisciplined punch, which seemed to have no power at all, which also confirmed Liu Fuling's conjecture, this person is not a good hand in hand-to-hand combat, their advantage lies in this, as close as possible, the closer the better, and if you are far away, you will be completely passive.

But even so, Liu Fuling did not underestimate it, he easily dodged this punch, at the moment when his eyes were lowered, he saw Zhou Weifeng's other hand on his waist, an understatement, a gentle stroke, a thin light and shadow flashed away, the young man's instinctive hair rose, but he only had time to tilt his head slightly, Futu was in front, and then his hand trembled, a sound of gold and stone resonance pierced, he felt a pain on the side of his ear, a gap had been drawn, blood was densely oozing, Liu Fuling had to retreat a few steps.

Wang Shu tacitly followed, Zhou mocked the old trick again, and waved his hand lightly again, not knowing the obscure move, the killer old man's face changed, and the body of the forward rush was twisted as much as possible, and in a piece of blood, a piece of flesh and blood was still cut off from his shoulder.

As Wang Shu retreated in embarrassment and fear, Liu Fuling held the thin stick-like Futu with one hand, and stepped forward again, but it was completely different from the recklessness of the previous times, his steps were cautious and steady, and the young man at this time held the Futu, as if he was holding a sharp sword, and the anger and murderous aura were equally amazing.

He held the "sword" in one hand, pointed at the finger in the other, his body was slightly bowed, his steps were unpredictable, and his eyes were sharp, but Zhou Mocking Wind didn't see any of them, and waved down again with one hand, and the elusive sharp energy struck again, "Ding!" With a bang, Liu Fuling's wrist rotated slightly, successfully blocking it.

The man in red ignored it, and waved his hand again in a short distance, but he was blocked by the young man waving his hand one by one.

Zhou Weifeng frowned, and was about to use other means, Liu Fuling, who was lifting the "sword", was already a stone's throw away, and a sword stabbed out, and the sharp edge of the tip of the Futu was exposed.

Zhou Mock Feng did not move under his feet, but his body floated and then retreated, floating out a few zhang away in the blink of an eye, and the young man also followed forward a few feet, the "tip of the sword" always locked on his eyebrows, Zhou Mock Feng only felt that the chill was invincible and full of murderous opportunities.

Retreating and retreating, forcing again and again, the embarrassed and angry man in red reached into his arms, shook his hand and spilled a string of dark things, which exploded in the air one by one, with bright red sauce, hissing, like a bone-eating venom, but finally gave way to Liu Fuling, who was pressing step by step, to stop his figure.

Zhou Yanfeng's face was pale and a little depressed, he reached into his arms again, but the other person immediately pounced after the boy stopped, opened and closed his arms, and struck Zhou's good head, which was about to be smashed.

A crimson line of fire crossed in front of Zhou Mocking Wind out of thin air, and then another one, crossing hundreds of verticals and horizons in an instant, like a densely woven spider web, slightly twisting and turning to accommodate Zhou Mocking Wind, not to mention a tight fit, but it also made the old man daunted, and he also forcibly stopped the impact, and returned in vain.

Zhou Mock Feng gasped for breath, stretched out the hand that had been in his arms, and sprinkled a series of gray seeds, Liu Fuling saw this and dived, and the thorns under the floating slaughter were lifted, splashing a handful of broken soil, and the ash seeds that had not yet had time to land collided together, but the seemingly loose dust knocked those seeds back to Zhou Mock Feng, without exception.

Although the man in red who was smashed by his own things was unharmed, he felt a monstrous shame, and shouted, those seeds that were about to fall to the ground suddenly took off, and with a bang, they ignited like a fire, and turned into a fist-sized fireball in the blink of an eye, and dozens of them smashed towards Liu Fuling!

The young man's face was solemn, still the posture of holding the Futu as if holding a sharp sword, his feet were slightly twisted to the ground, and his body was as steady as a rock.

The sonorous sound resounded for a while, such as the broken strings of the guqin, and the sound of ding ding dong mixed in the meantime, like hanging wind chimes, it was very pleasant to the ear, this moment of the afterimage of the differentiation of the floating slaughter, without exception, or stabbed, or knocked, or brutally chopped, completely followed the trend, the clouds and flowing water swept through, without any omission, the fireballs were all intercepted and fell, falling to the ground and extinguished.

Liu Fuling's fingers lightly swept across the floating tu, wiping off the plaster stained on it, his whole body couldn't stop trembling slightly, his breathing was slight, his face was pale, but his eyes were shining.

The killer old man Wang was praised, and at the same time did not miss any opportunity, at the moment when Zhou Mock Feng was shocked by the dazzling eyes of the young man, he suddenly stepped on the treacherous footwork, and quietly came to Zhou Mock Feng's body like a ghost, and his fingertips were not much better than the sharp weapons of the soldiers, and finally pierced Zhou Mock Feng's neck.

Seeing that the next moment would be the separation of the head and body, and the blood was spattered on the spot, but the old guy was like being struck by lightning, and his face suddenly changed!

Like meeting a ghost, he retracted his hand like lightning, and roared, only to see that the flesh and skin of the two fingers that had been pierced into it were gone, revealing two white bones, and what was even more frightening was that the flesh and blood were still eroding upward, the old man's eyes were cracked, and the cold flashed between his teeth, and the two white bones fell to the ground with a little flesh and skin, Wang Shu quickly stroked his palm to stop the bleeding, and then his eyes were fierce, looking at the young man who was also frowning and said: "This person's blood has a problem, it is more powerful than poisonous corrosion, I just will pierce it, and I haven't done anything yet, it will be like this." ”

At this time, there was a slight blood hole in Zhou Mocker's neck, but the strange thing was that there was no drop of blood flowing out, and only a faint coagulated dark red could be seen blocking the wound, Zhou Mocking Feng looked at the two of them, there was a trace of happiness in his eyes, and he said gloomily: "When I am who or what?" A dusty mortal person dares to touch Zhou with his dirty hands! It's disgusting! What is it to break two fingers! Let you die without a place to bury at once! ”

Wang Shu took a sip and stroked his crippled palm, full of fierce and ruthless tyrannical murderous intent.

Liu Fuling stopped and stood tall, the result of this fight will soon be clear, and the key lies in...... The boy looked back at Ah Ye, what did you get?

The girl in the distance suddenly smiled in admiration.

She looked at the three people in front of her and said softly, "I see. ”

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