The iron rod in his hand had already been cut out of the deep ditch under the opponent's long knife, and could no longer be used.

So he threw his hand and threw the iron rod aside.

He glanced at his opponent.

And from the eyes that came back, he saw the meaning of the decisive battle.

He didn't hesitate, nor did he respond too much, but directly transported his true qi.

The hands are constantly changing and flipping in front of the chest.

Until one after another dark palm prints appeared beside him.

And every time this palm print appears, his momentum will rise by a point.

It wasn't until all the twenty-four palm prints appeared beside him that his momentum at the moment could already be described as incomparable.

The samurai standing in the air also felt this powerful strength.

At this point, he didn't want to believe the facts in front of him.

You must know that Shi Wuwei's strength at such an age is almost equal to that of his master.

But when he thought of this, he had no regrets in his heart.

To be able to be an enemy of the strong, to be able to die at the hands of the strong, is the glory of his samurai.

What's more, today he has also exerted his strongest strength.

So, he put aside all the distractions in his heart and gathered all his thoughts on the long knife at his waist.

Shi Wuwei had already produced twenty-four palm prints, and this was already the limit of what he could do at present.

He remembered that the last time he had pulled out of his strength had been a long, long time ago.

And at that time, he only condensed sixteen palm prints, and he seriously injured the one-eyed dragon at the peak of the second grade.

He had already raised his momentum to the peak, but he was not in a hurry to make a move, but was waiting for the other party to concentrate.

A moment later.

The samurai's eyes snapped open, and he knew that the other party was giving himself a chance at a fair fight.

So, the moment he opened his eyes, he was already domineering and slashed out a huge sword light.

Seeing this, Shi Wuwei frowned slightly, not thinking that the other party's final blow would be so weak.

But he still slap it on the face.

The twenty-four palm prints fused together the moment they were shot, turning into palm prints that were more than one person high.

And the moment that sword light touched the palm print, it directly turned into a cloud of smoke and dust, dissipating into the night sky.

However, while Shi Wuwei was still puzzled, the warrior in the distance took a deep breath.

Then, a violent fluctuation of vitality came from his side.

He took a deep breath, puffed out his mouth, and blew a ball of flame, ten times larger than before, into the huge palm.

The red flames instantly struck the black palm print.

As soon as the breath in his mouth came out, the long knife at his waist was already in his hand.

Immediately afterward, he drew his long knife again.

But this time, he didn't immediately withdraw the long knife.

Instead, he brandished his long knife on the spot.

He swung the knife very quickly, and it could be said that he only heard the sound of whistling, and did not see the shadow of the knife falling.

With each swing of his sword, a sword light with the power of the divine wind poured into the flames he had blown earlier.

The sound of "poof", "poof" and "poof" breaking the sky is endless.

At first, Shi Wuwei didn't notice anything unusual, but it wasn't until a moment later, when countless sword lights merged into the flames, the flames were still in his huge palm prints, churning up, as if they were spinning like a raptor's tornado.

"It's... This is...fire will spread when it encounters the wind!! ”。 Shi Wuwei was shocked in his heart.

He finally realized why the other party would spit out the flames first, and then slash the light.

The opponent's sword carried the power of the wind, and the flames that were blown out earlier were so powerful under the help of the wind blade.

The black palm was already blocked by the fire dragon, and it was difficult to move forward.

And at the moment when these two powerful true qi converged, several disciples who were fighting not far away were also overturned by this huge wave.

It's just that this fast-wielding technique, the strength of the samurai's second-grade peak, how can it be used for a long time.

So, just moments later, he sheathed his knife again, and his chest was panting violently.

He's already playing to his best.

If he still can't stop this move, then he has no regrets.

Above the street, the black palm prints had indeed become a little faint under the impact of the Wind and Fire Dragon.

If the samurai can hold on for a while, maybe he can crack it.

But at this moment, he has already exhausted his strength, and it is difficult to have the strength to fight again.

Therefore, he could only watch this huge palm print and bury his body.

………

A "boom" sounded.

The palm prints had already blasted the building opposite into debris.

Shi Wuwei didn't go to see if the warrior survived.

He just remembered one thing, something from the past.

"At the time of Great Qin, Xu Fu crossed to the east and passed the spell to Dongying. Hundreds of years later, the knife-making skills of the Tang Dynasty were passed on to Dongying by the senior monk Jianzhen. I didn't expect that today's Japanese people would actually integrate the essence of magic into Tang Dao combat skills! ”。

………..

In Nanyang Town at night, the battle between the two sides continues.

Shi Wuwei, who was standing on the eaves, calmed his wheezing chest and looked at the battle in the square below.

He saw Senior Brother Wang first push to the side with his hand, and pushed a fierce blow from the red-headed bull demon to the side.

Immediately after, after separating the feet of the Mamian Ming King with both hands, he saw a palm-sized Yin and Yang Bagua Array appearing in front of his palm.

King Ma Mian Ming has already been injured, and now that he encounters the Yin and Yang Bagua Palm, he obviously no longer has the strength to resist.

In the end, he saw Senior Brother Wang's palms moving in unison, and on the other party's body, he slapped seven or eight palms in succession.

"Poof~" after the sound of vomiting blood sounded.

This Zoroastrian right protector was shocked into the distance by the tremendous force in his palm, and fell into the pile of flames that were burning high.

"Old horse!!". The bull demon shouted loudly and stepped forward to avenge his brother.

It's just that for the next battle, Shi Wuwei has no intention of watching.

He knew very well that even if the bull head and horse noodles were combined, they were not Senior Brother Wang's opponents. What's more, the horse is dead now, and Niu Tou is the only one left.

He turned away, no longer focusing on the fight.

His eyes were like arrows, scanning all corners of the town.

He saw that on the eaves of one of the West Streets, the Sanyang Daoist clicked with both hands on his chest, and the powerful power of the Seven Absolute Fingers, like a series of brilliant fireworks, shot towards the opponent not far away.

He saw that above a high attic on East Street, the head of the Qingcheng faction in a green robe was fighting with a man who was also wielding a sword.

However, he was the only one who did not see the figure of the impermanence.

He knew that the bull and the horse were here to intercept it, just to delay.

And Zuo Wuchang, as the first southerner, if he does not show up for a long time, then this is the biggest hidden danger.

But just as he was still searching for Zuo Wuchang's figure, a crisp sound of breaking tiles actually arose from under his feet.

After the explosion sounded, Shi Wuwei just lowered his head to check, only to feel that his ankle had been pinched.

Then, a huge force came from below, directly smashing his body from the eaves into the house.

His center of gravity had been lost, and his surroundings had already been plunged into a whirling darkness.

After several crashing sounds of "boom", "boom" and "boom", he felt that the person below had let go of his hand.

But unfortunately, his body was already under the pull of the other party, and he was smashed into a stone wall.

The bluestone falling from above hit the bridge of his nose, which immediately made the corners of his eyes sore, and he almost burst into tears.

He had just left the war and was resting.

Now he was smashed again, and he was already injured.

He reluctantly got up and stood on his feet in the rubble.

Looking around, he found himself in an alley, and in front of him was a huge hole that he had smashed through.

The building in front of him, from the fact that it can be built with bluestone walls, and the fact that he has knocked over several wooden tables before, can be seen that this should be a restaurant or something.

He held his breath and looked inside the wall.

He knew that the man who had pulled him into the building was still within the walls.

And judging from the aura coming from the other party's body, this person's cultivation seems to be even stronger than him!.

He didn't move, and the breath in his chest hadn't calmed down for a long time, so he had to adjust his condition as soon as possible.

But at this moment, in the dark wall hole, a figure suddenly appeared.

The alley where Shi Wuwei was just exposed to the moonlight.

Therefore, under the moonlight, he saw this person's 'face' clearly.

Dressed in a night suit, wearing a black cloak, and the face under the cloak is half a black mask.

The mask obscured all the parts above his mouth, leaving only those piercing eyes.

However, when he saw this person's appearance clearly, the other party's palm was already imprinted on his chest.

A "boom" sound of breaking wood sounded again.

He smashed through a wooden wall from the alley and entered a dark environment.

He crouched down and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He always felt that this person's cultivation was a little weird, as if the other party's palm power did not match his cultivation.

Because, if the other party gave him a slap with all his might, with his current state, I am afraid that he would already be seriously injured. Instead of fighting back like now.

So, instead of getting up, he quietly observed the movement outside the wall.

Sure enough, just a moment later, the man entered the house.

When the other party saw him squatting on the ground, he directly raised his leg and swept it.

Shi Wuwei jumped up at the moment, and turned around with a palm.

Seeing this, the man in the black mask also stretched out his hand and slapped it.

The two palms intersected, and he was immediately blown away again by a huge force.

"What... This is!! ”。

As soon as the shocked thought in his heart arose, the man in black was already facing him head-on.

And this time, after Shi Wuwei received a slap, he directly smashed a wooden cabinet behind him and fell on the street behind him.

He got up again, and the doubt in his eyes increased instead of decreasing.

Because he found that this person's realm was actually in the realm of a third-grade grandmaster.

But the strange thing is that the strength of the other party's gestures is not as powerful as a three-grade person.

"This person's cultivation is very high, but why is this palm power not strong??".

He was puzzled.

There are only two explanations for the current situation.

Either the other party is not good at learning and art, and he just has a strong cultivation.

Either the other party deliberately weakened the palm power and wanted to torture him slowly.

It was too late, it was too fast, and the next moment when he just got up, in the dark room in front of him, the man in black reappeared.

Shi Wuwei hurriedly regathered his palm strength and confronted him head-on.

But after the two palms met, he was once again blasted out of the street into another dark room.

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