Chapter 1002 Pure Rigidity and Softness

Qiu Beili smoked one cigarette after another, the pungent smell of tobacco rose, this time Leng Ying did not show any dissatisfaction, but took a deep breath, as if enjoying the taste.

Ding Dong - The wall clock on the wall rang the hour, and the conference room became extremely quiet, and Xiao and Lu sat opposite Xu Qing, and the two looked at each other, unusually calm.

"No one is coming, Long Fengyang, don't think I don't know that you are playing the trick of inviting you into the urn? The General Staff Department is the strongest place in the Martial Spirit Base, and the soundproofing conditions of this conference room are the best, even if we close the door here and fight to the death, no one outside will know, am I right? Xiao Jilu looked at Xu Qing without blinking, and said something unhurriedly.

Long Feng glanced at Xiao Jixuan, and said in a deep voice: "What's the matter, I received an order to capture you alive, even if you use evil magic to control Tong Qianzhan, it's just a situation of catching and killing, don't talk nonsense, do ...... do it."

Before the words fell, a cigarette gun roared with the sound of breaking the sky, the brass cigarette gun was like a poisonous snake spitting letters, pointing at the two acupuncture points of the dragon wind and the sea of qi, and it was no one else who did the sneak attack, it was actually Qiu Parting, who was still smoking a second ago, the old man showed a hideous expression on his face, and two bloodshot eyes stared at the trajectory of the cigarette gun.

Qiu Bie's departure seemed to have become a signal, Leng Ying and Tong Qianzhan, who were sitting on the side, left their seats with a shout, each swooped out their weapons and swooped towards He Shang, and the two realm martial artists attacked at the same time.

He Shang pulled out a scimitar from his waist with his backhand, and as soon as his arm was raised, a white rainbow flashed against Leng Ying's Adam's apple, and the sharp edge of the Damascus knife carried a terrifying chill.

Tong Qianzhan quickly buckled his palms to his waist, and dragged out two short knives, and the two knives were crossed in his hands and handed forward, choking! The intersection of the two knives can stand the Damascus knife, taking advantage of this opportunity, Leng Ying's right palm is bent into a hook and slammed into He Shang's waist, he is most proud of the eagle claw skill, after entering the ranks of the realm martial artists, the inner strength of the dantian has increased more than ten times, and the power of the same moves in the past is incomparable.

He Shang was not afraid of one enemy and two enemies, and his left palm probed to block Leng Ying's claws, only to see that his palm was spread, and two emerald green vines shot out from the palm of his palm like a spirit snake, instantly entangled Leng Ying's palm that he had not had time to retract.

As the boss of the Divine Blade, He Shang has spent several times more time on exercising his abilities than practicing ancient martial arts, and now he has used his talent abilities very skillfully, and his strength has also increased exponentially, and he has become a well-deserved number one master in the blade base, and his combat power is far better than that of the two respects.

Leng Ying only thought that the other party was an ancient martial artist, but he didn't expect that a hand suddenly came, and his palm was tightly entangled by two green vines in a hurry, and when he came back to his senses and was about to retreat, a bit of blazing white light quickly amplified in his pupils.

The tip of the scimitar was like a silver star shooting directly between the eyebrows of the cold eagle, which scared him into fear, it was too late to hide now, there was no other way but to close his eyes and wait for death, he was also a realm martial artist, how could he never have imagined that he would lose so completely, and he obediently put his head up to try the knife with just one face.

Seeing that a knife could kill Leng Ying on the spot, the corners of He Shang's mouth raised a cold arc, the real life-and-death struggle cannot tolerate the slightest hesitation, if you don't kill, you have to be killed, choose one of the two, there is no if.

Laugh at! The tip of the knife pierced the carpel of Leng Yingmei, and a heart-piercing pain was instantly transmitted from the nerve to the brain, and there was a buzz in his mind, and all thoughts were lost.

"Useless bastard, are you still waiting to die?" A cold voice pierced his eardrums, pulling Leng Ying's distant consciousness back in an instant, only to see a palm clasped tightly around the scimitar in front of his forehead, pulling him back from the brink of death.

Xiao Jilu made a timely move to save Leng Ying's life, and he couldn't help it, because the small drum that controlled the soul talisman was still hanging on the waist of this goods, but at the moment when he made a move, Xu Qing moved, stretched out his palms, and two scorching Zhengyang Qi surged like a tide bursting the embankment, and the shot was the seventh type of Zhengyang Palm Zhengyang World.

The fighter plane is fleeting, Xu Qing naturally will not have the slightest bit of women's benevolence, only by trying his best to capture the two of them who have fallen into madness can he recover his senses, and now all he has to do is to go all out to win.

Xiao Jilu's palm holding the scimitar slammed off, and the huge inertia threw He Shang's whole person out, he is a top existence among the realm martial artists, but he is vulnerable under the hands of the heavenly realm martial artists, who do you pinch if you don't pinch the soft persimmon?

Flying He Shang, Xiao Jilu rose up by inertia, and his legs flew in a series of kicks against the surging positive yang qi, and the two groups of cold qi broke out, only to hear two crisp sounds, like the tip of a needle piercing two balloons, one cold and one hot, two diametrically opposed qi collided fiercely in the air.

Boom - The exploding air waves scattered in all directions, and the huge bar conference table was completely swept away, and the two Heavenly Realm martial artists engaged in a dragon battle in a relatively small space.

Xu Qing stepped into the heavenly realm for a much longer time than Xiao Jilu, but what was surprising was that the strength shown by the other party was by no means below him, and the strength used by the two of them was mutually reinforcing, like a pair of natural rivals, and no one took advantage of them after fighting for more than a hundred or so faces.

Chess opponent will meet Liangcai, two great pleasures in life, Xu Qing has not tried to play so heartily for a long time, he is more and more courageous, the seven-style Zhengyang palm plus a trick to cross the doom and rebirth to use it over and over again I don't know how many times, he has never used the heart to return to Bodhi and the two palms of emptiness, because he knows that once these two palms are used, the situation will change subtly, it is rare to meet an opponent of equal strength, and it is also a pleasure to fight happily.

Xiao Jilu was originally very conceited about his strength, but after he really faced this martial soul first master, he became more and more frightened, the two of them fought endlessly, and there were only two of them left in the entire conference room, the tables and chairs became piles of messy broken wood, the walls were full of potholes, and the wall bricks and plaster were exposed in many places, and they were actually pieces of bright metal walls, and he now finally understood why this place was called the strongest place in the martial soul base.

Xu Qing now regarded the Heavenly Realm martial artist in front of him as a real opponent, and the fiery fighting spirit in his blood began to burn, and he found that there was an advantage to fighting in this not spacious conference room, and everyone didn't have much room to dodge, so they had to fight hard.

Zhengyang Qi is taking the road of being fierce and domineering, the most suitable for hard encounters, and fighting for a hundred and ten faces, the disadvantages of Xiao and Lu, who use Sen Han's internal strength, are highlighted, cold sweat is dripping on his cheeks, and his chest is agitated like a bellows.