In general, the techniques of the Lingxi dart method are divided into six kinds, namely the hidden word formula of Xiaoxiang Phantom, the spinning word formula of 'Allure City Begonia', the folding word formula of 'the sea without phase', the through-word formula of 'Hundred Steps through Yang', the speed word formula of 'Kunpeng Flapping Wings' and the prose word formula of 'Hundred Flowers Blooming'

The six techniques complement each other, according to the different strengths, can be used alone or combined, the deeper the practice, the more power can be blended into a flying knife.

Han Xu can only reach the realm of 'juxtaposition and double opening' now, that is, he can only load two kinds of force on a flying knife, such as the flying knife that is now shooting at the old man, which is a combination of 'hidden word formula' and 'speed word formula'.

Suddenly, it was like a thousand years. When the knife was three feet in front of him, the old man was suddenly awakened by the palpitation warning in his heart, and his years of combat experience made him erect an ice wall in front of him without thinking.

Laugh at!

The flying knife with a pool of scarlet blood disappeared into the rolling yellow sand of the Gobi Desert in an instant, and the old man wanted to retreat sharply, and his palms slapped out more than a dozen ice leaves with a diameter of five meters to block the road around him, and then he stopped with a gloomy face. The ice wall in front of him clicked with a crunch, and a narrow gap suddenly appeared in the upper left, and then slowly slid to the ground along the gap.

There was a scar on the left side of the old man's face, which stretched from the cheek to the base of the ear, and the bone was visible. Bloody. His left ear is gone!

"A friendly and sharp weapon." The frost on the old man's face flickered, and the blood from the wound stopped in an instant.

"My husband has won the prize. The younger generation is not good at learning, if not. That knife just now not only took away your left ear, but also your life. Han Xu put the piano bag in front of him and said regretfully.

"Less ink, old man! Watch and hit! "Xiao Wu, they are veritable battle freaks, and once they start fighting, they are so excited that they can't help themselves. The five of them have the same mind, and the cooperation is seamless, but the steps under their feet are small but secretly conform to a certain law, which is only dazzling.

How could the old man make these five people who are strong and strong, big and round, and at first glance are close to the people who are close to the masters of short fighting, and he is stepping on a piece of blue frost under his feet. Everywhere you go, you freeze a layer of ice. The pace is leisurely and elegant, like playing free skating on the vast Gobi.

Han Xu squinted his eyes, secretly holding a flying knife in his hand, everything has a law. The same is true for people. Even if you deliberately change your behavior. Sometimes, however, instinctive reactions follow the same path as before. Throwing knives are no better than others. What he needs is to grasp that fleeting opportunity, and the realization of this opportunity needs to rely on Xiao Wu and Shi them!

The old man has lived to be one hundred and eighty years old. There were probably more battles than all of them combined, and he seemed to be trying his best to parry, but in fact, he was using his movements to draw a magic circle! When Han Xu and the others noticed that something was wrong, it was already too late!

The Great Array has been formed!

An ice sword suddenly appeared in the old man's palm, he stood up, the tip of the sword was pointed downwards and thrust it under his feet, the majestic mana rushed into the ground along the ice sword, and the mana surged to form an ice hurricane of about ten meters to wrap him inside, the old man's clothes agitated, looking at the seven people with a cold light.

There was a series of ice sounds, the gravel rocks on the ground were all covered by solid ice in an instant, the wind in the air was also mixed with snowflakes here, and even the sunlight seemed to lose its temperature and became cold to the bone, and in an instant, the temperature in this ice array dropped by hundreds of degrees! It's as if this realm has become his domain!

Freezing point!

Han Xu and the others shivered, and the little five and a few people were covered with a layer of frost. The five of them were originally transformed by the grass and tree elves, and they were extremely sensitive to the cold and heat, and the sudden temperature difference made the five of them receive a lot of impact in an instant, and even walking became unreliable.

The tide was reversed!

The old man stood in the eye of the hurricane with his arms outstretched, as if to embrace the heavens. In February, a dark cloud was raised in the sky, and the ice blades hanging from it could be faintly seen as they flipped around. The wind blew more violently around him, mixed with the ice blades in the air, and landed on the ground into a small sand pit, which hit the body as a hole.

Ice Storm Blade!

If there is no solution, it won't be long before everyone will be stabbed and killed here!

Coincidentally, a piece of ice blade swirled and fell from the air, impartially slashing across Qian Lin's throat on the ground, and without a sound, Qian Lin's head was directly cut off, and the break was frozen by the extremely low temperature of the ice blade in an instant, but not even a drop of blood spurted out. He died so quietly that no one else even noticed. Well, of course, even if they do, no one will care.

Just when Han Xu and the others were in a dilemma, the ground under everyone's feet suddenly trembled, and there was a rumbling sound, and a large pit with a diameter of about ten meters had been sunken around the stone, and he was just floating in the fine sand, holding the ice blades in the sky, and staring at the old man angrily.

Click......

There was a series of explosions under his feet, and the surface of the earth snaked and cracked one huge and ugly crack after another, as if the continental plate had been fractured, as if some peerless beast had awakened from its dormancy!

Rumble!

A huge earth spike, which had to be at least twenty meters long, violently broke through the surface of the ground, and rose less than two hundred meters away from the old man, towering on the ground like a javelin dropped by the gods! Then, a second thorn broke through the earth not far from it, a third, a fourth......

These thorns are of different lengths and shapes, but the only thing is that no matter which one they touch, they are deadly! And now, these deadly earth thorns are spreading rapidly in all directions towards the position occupied by the old man.

Seeing that the ice layer arranged on his ground was easily torn apart like paper paste, the old man who was guiding the magic circle gritted his steel teeth, stomped his foot and retreated sharply. Among the three inverted choice questions of killing the enemy, dying together and signing up, he wisely chose the latter.

As soon as his hand left the ice sword, the ice sword exploded into countless ice crystals with a snap, the ground was full of cracked ice, the dark clouds overhead, the howling wind, and the sharp ice blades were all gone in an instant. The scorching sun overhead once again sprinkled warmth on the world.

Nuclear fission!

The stone attracts a huge amount of energy from within the earth, directing it to burst out. Although the earth is different from the sky, there is not so much wind, frost, rain and snow, and it is calm as if it is a loving mother. But once it gets angry, it will be far beyond the human race, and it will be intimidating enough.

The stone's attacks were closely connected, and the old man didn't get half a chance to breathe at all, so he could only dodge helplessly, and he was called a grievance in his heart. He was a master of the Soul Condensation Realm, but he was actually forced to be so embarrassed by a few juniors who had not yet attained the Soul Cultivation Realm. It's just too deceitful!

Meanwhile. He also wondered how tight he was. How could a psychic in the realm of self-cultivation possess such a huge amount of mana and be able to channel such a huge spell? Could it be that this person has any treasure that can store mana? Or is it a magic weapon that can channel the power of the earth? The more he thought about it, the more he felt that only this explanation made sense. This conjecture was almost taken as the truth. For a while, looking at Han Xu, the eyes of the others became even hotter.

He made up his mind. Whether it's for the revenge of the severed ear or for the treasure. He's going to bury all of these people here!

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Han Xu controlled his body and stood firmly on the ground, no matter how the earth trembled, he was not moved, but locked on the figure of the old man with a cold gaze. Studying his pace and looking for his patterns. It was so steep that when the old man turned around and jumped to the right and kicked the ground with his left palm, his eyes flashed, and the hand holding the flying knife in his right hand tightened.

Here it comes! This is the time! According to his observations, this is the fourth time he has done this kind of movement, and although the connecting routines after this movement are not the same, the three transformations after this movement are exactly the same every time!

Swish!

The Moyu flying knife came out of his hand, followed by the second and third!

Loose words, a hundred flowers bloom!

The flying direction of these three flying knives was a little strange, none of them were aimed at the old man, and the landing points were all stone pillars rising from the ground. How? Did he miss it?

Of course not! The three throwing knives rubbed a few sparks on the earth thorn one after another, and flew in other directions.

Fold the word, the sea has no phase!

The old man reacted quickly this time, although the trajectory of the flying knife was unpredictable, but he specially set up a thickened layer of ice in front of him in the movement. He was sure that this time Han Xu's flying knife would definitely not be able to shoot through this layer of Xuan Ice!

However, who said that Han Xu's flying knife this time was a direct shot?

When he was only a stone's throw away, the two throwing knives behind him suddenly collided in the air, one of which hit the handle of the third throwing knife in front of him, and the three throwing knives changed direction and shot at his body from three sides. The old man's face changed drastically. Such a wonderful secret weapon technique was really beyond his expectations!

Because of the suddenness of the incident and the proximity of the distance, he only shot down two throwing knives with all his might, and the third knife was inserted into his shoulder socket, and the blood immediately pierced his clothes. This is still the result of him turning around, otherwise, this knife will shoot directly through his heart!

When Han Xu saw a knife hit, the corners of his mouth curled, and he waved his hand to signal that the stone could be stopped.

In the stone forest with hundreds of earth thorns, the old man and Han Xu stood opposite each other, looking at each other from a distance. The old man gritted his teeth and pulled it out with his backhand, shook his hand and threw it to the ground, "Dao friendly and exquisite skills, old decay worship." However, the next decay can be ......"

"What's next? I'm afraid there is no next. Han Xu interrupted him with a smile and took out a palm-sized silver drum with his backhand.

The old man was stunned, "What do you mean?!" ”

Han Xu smiled and didn't say anything, just reached out and gently slapped it on the small drum.

The sound of the snare drum is ethereal and crisp, and it is nice to listen to. But the old man's face turned green when he heard the sound, and the whole person fell to the ground with his knees weak, and opened his mouth to vomit a mouthful of blood.

"Despicable! You're poisoned! The old man shouted.

"Poison? It's too low-level, it's restrictive, and I never use it. Han Xu said with a smile, "Does the old man know the curse?" ”

The old man's pupils shrank, and he spat blood again, "Impossible! Even if there is no sacrifice and no spell, we are meeting for the first time, you don't have all the conditions, how can you plant a curse on me! ”

Han Xu touched the small drum and smiled gently, rhythmically clapping on the small drum, "Yes or no, you will know if you try it." Next, welcome to Hell for Half an Hour, and hope you have a great time. (To be continued......)