Liu Huagang saw that Li Zifeng was so strong, and immediately used a strong blow, and after killing several enemies around him, he was about to rush over.

At this time, Chen Erpao waved his hand at him, the powerhouse of the middle level of the grandmaster happened to be the whetstone of jianzhen, so let the thirteen-style jianzhen of the Hundred Thousands of Illusions Cloud and Mist come to face the powerhouse of this level, try it.

Immediately, another set of jianzhen people rushed out behind him, all dressed in white, which was still conspicuous and eye-catching in the dark night.

Li Zifeng also saw not long ago that the eldest and second in the Yin Evil Three Musketeers failed to survive the three moves in Jianzhen, but it is conceivable that the power is extraordinary, and he immediately put away his contempt, and rarely showed a trace of solemnity.

After Jianzhen surrounded it, without saying a word, he instantly launched a fierce attack, and the Cloud Piercing Sword was unleashed, and the dense sword light was endless, roaring.

Not long ago, the second of the three musketeers died under this move, but at this time, he was facing Li Zifeng, who was much stronger than the second one.

I saw that his hands were constantly shooting out, like two sharp swords, he was not afraid of the edge of the sword blade at all, and constantly collided with the slightest spark, resisting quite easily and calmly.

Not far away, the scope of the battle between the two sides is getting bigger and bigger, the masters and strong people beside Lu Hai are all thrown into the battle, and Chen Erpao also sent the rest of the Jianzhen people behind him one after another.

At this time, there were thirty first-class masters behind him, and Chen Erpao led them towards Lu Hai.

The other party immediately felt that something was wrong, but there were few masters left beside him, but there were still three hundred ordinary junior brothers who did not join the fight. Looking at these three hundred people, I relaxed a little, three hundred against thirty-one people, I don't know who will kill the deer, the dragon fights, who wins or loses, God knows.

Chen Erpao gave an order, and thirty first-class masters rushed out quickly, like vicious wolves in the night, fiercely pounced on the enemy, the sword light flickered, and in an instant, blood splashed everywhere, screaming again and again.

Hundreds of Heavenly Alliance thugs, there were many people but they were not angry, facing the thirty people who were besieged in the middle, but they showed some fear, and just a moment after the confrontation, more than twenty people fell, making them gasp involuntarily.

Lu Hai was also quite surprised, he didn't expect that these people beside Chen Erpao were all masters, so many people.

However, he also left a hand, the mercenaries from various countries recruited by the Heavenly Alliance have not yet been sent out, although most of them are scattered to fight with other gangs, but there are still fifty people here, although those fifty people are not as powerful as the thirty people in front of them, with a first-class level, but all of them are second-rate masters who are not afraid of death and have incomparably rich combat experience.

In a short time, the three hundred people who were killed continued to retreat, blood flowed all over the ground, and the corpses were strewn across the streets, and the horrors were unbearable. There are only more than 100 people left, and the loss of the other party is very small, this sight makes Lu Hai a little untenable, and immediately called out the mercenary powerhouse, I wanted to use Zuihou as a hole card to play, who knows that the opponent's combat power is too amazing, the situation in front of him is too thrilling, if you wait until Zuihou, the defeat is like a mountain, what is the use, there is no way to recover the situation.

With the addition of mercenaries, the situation suddenly improved a lot, and the first-class masters encountered strong obstacles and fell into a bitter battle, coupled with the continuous attacks of some Heavenly Alliance thugs around them, many people were in danger.

Chen Erpao watched all this coldly, the stubborn resistance of the other party and the outpouring of a large number of masters, coupled with the fact that the number of people was fully doubled, made this battle quite difficult, and now it was only a few streets advanced.

A man stood alone in the crowd of battles in all directions, and a man stood like this, like a king looking down on the mountains and rivers of the world, lighting a cigarette at random, and looking at all the battles around him.

At this time, Li Zifeng has been trapped in Jianzhen for a while, although he has not been injured, but his strength is obviously consumed, and because of his old age, his face is much paler, and in the face of many fierce attacks, he is not as calm as at the beginning.

"Cloud killing." The thirteen people of Jianzhen spoke in unison, as if penetrating the clouds, this move was more powerful than the sword in the clouds, and it was a powerful move.

Li Zifeng didn't dare to be careless, he mentioned the spirit of the twelve, and suddenly brushed it, and a sword really seemed to go straight down from the clouds, extremely fast, as fast as lightning, and instantly forced in front of him.

"Hmph." Li Zifeng turned on his face, snorted coldly, and swept out with a punch, about to hit the Quartet, the momentum was terrifying, and the sound of "bell" collided with the long sword.

But in the next second, more sword light was dense, in different directions, and shrouded in all directions at the same time, each sword was so powerful and amazing.

"Kamikaze."

"The wind and the sand."

A loud shout sounded, Li Zifeng mobilized the strength of his whole body, the momentum was like a macro, and the fierce attack was like falling from the sky, and the body left an afterimage in Jianzhen, vertical and horizontal in all directions, constantly resisting the cloud sword.

It's a pity that there are too many cloud swords, one after another, in an endless stream, one after another, and they are unexpected, and the attack angle is tricky.

"Ahh When the cloud sword was nearing the end, Li Zi's strength was insufficient, and his attack was a step slower, and he was suddenly slashed by a cloud sword from his arm, bringing out a blood flower.

But just after a wave, another wave rose, followed by the Fog Sword, which was a little stronger than the Zhiyun Sword, and Li Zifeng's face couldn't help but change again and again.

Chen Erpao didn't look at this side anymore, and turned his head lightly, it was only a matter of time before Li Zifeng was defeated in Jianzhen, it was just a matter of time, his gaze swept to the other war zones again, and slowly walked forward.

I saw that not far away, Liu Huagang had killed several masters in a row, and at this time he was fighting with the bald monk in an alley.

Liu Huagang's body was splashed with blood, none of which were his own, and the bald monk was also covered in blood, some of his own and enemies, and there was a shocking five-finger claw mark on his shoulder, which was drenched in blood, and he didn't have to think about it to know that it was left by the strong eagle claw hand.

The bald monk is worthy of being out of the Shaolin Temple, the world's martial arts out of Shaolin, broad and profound, after the Arhat boxing is finished, the Fuhu fist comes out one after another, but the strong eagle claw hand, there are some deficiencies.

"The eagle strikes the sky." Liu Huagang shouted, jumped up, and his claws were really like the claws of an eagle at this moment, breaking through the air.

The bald monk and Shang Shuo's big fist covered each other fiercely, and the power of the tiger was fully displayed, and the eagle claw made instant contact, and suddenly Liu Huagang's gesture changed, and suddenly he clasped the opponent's wrist with his claws, and rose up in the air, and actually took it straight out.

The bald monk was thrown to the ground heavily, although he was not injured, but he was also extremely embarrassed, angry, and with a roar, Qiankun whistled through the air with one finger, and rushed straight to him.

Liu Huagang resisted this blow, not as easy as Chen Erpao, and quickly greeted him with eagle claws, but it was in vain, Qiankun pierced through the space with one finger, brushed it close to his chest, and was about to touch a big death hole.

In the abrupt situation, the bald monk also reacted quickly, immediately raised a foot, and collided with the other party in mid-air, "Bang, bang." "It's endless.

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