Yang Luo sneered when he saw the village chief's fighting spirit, and the next moment his figure was like an arrow off the string, and he swept away

The soil under his feet was directly shaken and fled, and a red-tasseled spear roared like thunder, piercing the air, making a tearing sound, and stabbed the village chief in the chest, making a decisive and vicious shot.

The village chief's expression froze, and he quickly hooked the spirit element in his body and put the black sickle on his chest at the same time.

"Bang Dang!" was followed by the sound of metal intertwining accompanied by sparks.

Immediately after the collision of Lingyuan, the generated air waves directly attacked the surroundings, the streets were full of yellow dust, and many stalls were directly overturned, and the scene was shocking.

The village chief blocked it, but the force from the tip of the spear made his palms numb for a while, and his legs were even deeper into the yellow mud, and his wrinkled face was red like a piece of red-hot iron at this time.

"Die!" Yang Luo drank with murderous intent, swung his spear, and smashed it towards the village chief from top to bottom, and the air where the spear passed was a roar.

The village chief looked horrified, but the movement of his hand did not stop, and he held the black sickle to block the blow.

"Qiang!" the wave of qi spread out from the intersection of the weapons again, but this time with greater force, completely pressing down the two arms of the village chief.

The village chief clenched his teeth, and his chest was full of blood and blood.

Before he could calm down, the shadow of the Dao Dao's spear like a thunder snake bite came with the sound of air exploding.

The village chief's pupils shrank, and he immediately greeted him without thinking about it.

The sparks emitted by the interweaving and collision of the metal of the "Qiang ........." were like bewitching and brilliant red flowers blooming in the air, and the sound of Lingyuan surging and exploding was endless, and the air waves formed by the collision stirred the entire street, all of which were yellow dust flying everywhere.

Yang Luo's movements with the gun were not muddy at all, and his marksmanship was unpredictable, but at this time, he attacked like crazy, and Lingyuan disappeared like flowing water.

The village chief didn't even have a chance to fight back, and the ground was full of potholes caused by the fighting, and the whole street was full of devastation

"Old thing, attack, are you deaf?" Yang Luo said arrogantly as he carried out a frantic attack.

Yang Luo's attacks became more and more powerful and fierce each time, and they became more and more crazy, no one dared to disobey him since he was a child, but the village chief slapped him hard, or twice! Thinking of this anger, the anger continued to rise, and Ling Yuan also passed quickly at the same time.

And although the village chief has been defending, the consumption of Lingyuan is very small.

Even though both of them are in the second turn of the spiritual energy realm, Yang Luo's strength is obviously stronger, but in terms of experience, the village chief is also obviously stronger.

You must know that spiritual cultivation is in battle, once the spirit yuan is consumed too quickly, it will definitely be you who will lose in the end, and you will be tired, and Yang Luo was obviously carried away by anger, even forgetting the most basic things, and only thinking about defeating the other party, the previous fear was like a bubble phantom.

In the face of this heavy gun shadow like a thunder snake, the village chief could only defend vigorously to find an opportunity.

"Qiang!" Yang Luo took the next blow, but when he was about to take the next blow, he paused for a moment before he fell.

"Get out!" the village chief shouted, his eyes flashing with golden light, and he waved his black scythe to attack first.

The "Qiang block" hit the spear, directly shaking Yang Luo's figure open, and the battle situation was reversed in an instant.

"Collapse Fist" with the village chief shouted, the huge spirit yuan in the body suddenly churned, and then all gathered at the point of the fist, a white strange light appeared on the fist in an instant, the fist wind whistled, stirring the yellow dust on the street, the village chief's whole body breath power continued to increase, as if in the air, this punch seemed to be able to blow up the air.

Collapse Fist is the only human-level mid-grade spiritual skill in Shuangniu Village, the spirit element turns into qi to gather in the heart of the fist, and a punch is like Collapse Fist, this short few sentences are enough to explain the power of Collapse Fist.

Yang Luo was shocked and staggered, but after feeling the terrifying aura around the village chief and the punch full of violent energy, his eyes were suddenly full of horror, and he just stabilized his body, but it was too late to defend.

The fist was already making a roar of tearing air, heading straight for his face, and at this moment, Yang Luo's pupils suddenly dilated, and his skull would be completely shattered by this punch.

In the duel of the strong, one mistake often leads to victory or defeat.

At this moment, a "huh!" sound suddenly came through the air.

I saw that the village chief's punch full of terrifying power immediately stopped, and its power suddenly decreased sharply, and then a mouthful of crimson blood suddenly gushed out of the village chief's mouth, and this thin body actually had an extra pale cyan arrow behind it.

The village chief's face turned extremely pale, and he fell to the ground, blood gushing out from his back.

Liu Qingfei stood in place, but there was an extra cyan gorgeous longbow in her hand, and her beautiful face was expressionless at this time.

The village chief glanced at Liu Qingfei resentfully, he actually forgot that there was another Liu Qingfei, but when he felt the strong spiritual yuan fluctuation on Liu Qingfei's body, his expression changed greatly, and her cultivation actually reached the level of four turns of the spiritual energy realm, two more than Yang Luo.

Yang Luo breathed a sigh of relief, but the cold sweat on his forehead continued to flow, and then he set his eyes on Liu Qingfei, but what he gave him was an incomparably thick color of ridicule.

Yang Luo was stunned, the anger in his heart rose exponentially again, his eyes stared at the village sitting on the ground, Ling Yuan boiled with anger in his body: "Old thing, give me death!"

Yang Luo lifted the spear, and Lingyuan burst out with a muffled sound, and the head of the spear hit the village chief's chest firmly, and a clear sound of broken bones followed.

The next moment, with a "whoosh", the figure of the village chief instantly flew out like a kite with a broken line, and the yellow dust rose everywhere and fell heavily on a stall.

A mouthful of scorching blood poured out of the village chief's mouth, and a closer look at the blood was mixed with many white broken bones, and the chest was directly concave, and there was a gunshot wound that was bubbling with fresh blood, which was shocking.

The vitality in his eyes gradually dimmed at this moment, and only one breath was left, and his face was completely no different from that of a dead man.

The village chief gritted his teeth and endured the pain, took out an elixir from his waist, and swallowed it directly.

Seeing that the village chief still had a breath, Yang Luo immediately picked up his gun, smashed the ground and swept towards the village chief, the cold and sharp spear head stirred the air and stabbed the village chief's heart.

Yang Luo's anger had reached the extreme, and he just wanted to kill with one blow.

The village chief's eyes widened, and he wanted to hook Lingyuan to defend himself, but there was a sharp pain, and the red-tasseled spear that exuded a cold glow was about to take his life.

Just at the last moment, the head of the gun was actually bounced off, and then a childish voice came.

"Do you dare to touch him? believe it or not, I slapped you against the wall, and I still can't pull it off, and I don't ask who covered this village."

Liu Qingfei's expression changed slightly, and she shouted towards the source of the voice, "Who!"

The village chief took a deep breath, and then looked at the source of the voice with Yang Luo, and when the yellow dust dissipated, a petite figure suddenly appeared, it was the night technique.

"Me, don't you remember, wife!" said Nocturnal.

Liu Qingfei frowned slightly when she heard this.

Before Liu Qingfei could speak, Yang Luo said angrily: "Where did you come from, little slave, dare to talk nonsense, I cut your tongue!"

Yeshu looked at Yang Luo like a mentally handicapped, and said: "As the saying goes, the machine is the machine, your father is African, your mother is not a living thing, give birth to you a dead mongrel, and if you are black, don't admit that you are not a mongrel, beat and scold the elderly, this is unfilial piety, and treat children with bad words, this is not good, so why are you a dead bastard who is not filial and unkind, standing here!"

When the village chief saw Yeshu, he was shocked, and said anxiously: "Night boy, what are you doing here?"

Yeshu waved his hand, and said lightly: "Of course, I'm here to kill this black shit that endangers the human race, and what can you do when you're old?"

Yang Luo gritted his teeth and stared angrily at Ye Xuanqi, and the anger in his heart rose infinitely: "Little slave, I'm going to cut your tongue!"

Yang Luo shouted angrily, and instantly took ten steps, the cold glow of the sharp spear bloomed, and slashed towards the mouth of the night art, he was originally a very good-looking person, and was insulted in public by a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, which made the anger in his heart erupt again on the original basis.

"No!" the village chief yelled, trying to stop it, but he couldn't lift even the slightest strength in his body.

"Bang!"

When the tip of the spear was still a few millimeters away from the night technique, it was directly bounced off.

And the voice of the night art came: "Remember, this village, I cover!"