"Bang..."

The sound of breaking through the air, sharp and piercing, resounded throughout the venue. The corners of the eyes slipped and the momentum was fierce and high, attacking step by step, like a tiger and a leopard, punch by punch, like a heavy hammer, such as a whip, like a heavy artillery, accompanied by wisps of red flowing gang on the fist, with pieces of afterimage, like a storm, hitting Tsing Yi into the city.

In the face of the tide of offensive, the people of Tsing Yi are like green bamboos swaying in the wind, seemingly sketching at will, but every time they turn around, they always easily flash the attack that slips from the corner of their eyes, their hands are flying, and the light cyan Liugang is a piece of water, and Tsing Yi is attacking or defending, without falling behind.

The battle between the two was fierce and full of energy, but the eyes of all the players were not on the two.

And listen to the wind chanting, Tsing Yi Shengxue, Buyun Lao Dao, the three strong men of the Chenggang Realm, plus Tsing Yi crossing the river, not knowing sorrow, cup Mo Stop, and Cold Moon Jiu, these four leaders at the peak of the sea building realm, at this moment, actually united together, against a masked young man who was previously penniless in the rivers and lakes, this scene, the shock to everyone, can be imagined.

"Huh..." The cold light is like a crescent moon, the road is cold, the sword body is cold and awe-inspiring, Buyun Lao Dao has a long sword in his hand, it seems to have changed a person, the original wind is light and cloudy, and the temperament of strategizing has long disappeared, replaced by endless coldness and coldness, the light cyan Liugang shines wantonly, the sword flowers are blooming, and the long sword in the hand of Buyun Lao Dao is like a bone appendage, and has never left the big hole around the body at dusk.

And listening to Feng Yin and Dusk, they had already fought once last time, so they naturally knew that the young man's strength was bottomless, so he used all his strength as soon as he came up. The dark and shiny iron sword seemed to have turned into a heavy axe and hammer in his hands, and in his moves, he was full of strength and strength, all open and closed, regardless of defense, and attacked with all his might, which could really be described as vertical and horizontal, unmatched.

Tsing Yi Shengxue and Listening to the Wind Yin are in the middle of the strength of the two of them, at this time the hands are in the palms, the fiery red flow is like fire, and the palms are also fierce. One palm after another with the strength of the broken stones, breaking gold and jade, kept slapping towards the handsome face hidden under the mask at dusk, as if he didn't stop slapping the young man's head to pieces.

Buyun Lao Dao was the main attacker, Tsing Yi Du Jiang and others were the main defenders, trying their best, and the four figures barely kept up with the rhythm of this battle. The four people with mixed tastes in their hearts, always protecting their bodies when waving their blades in their hands, blocking the attacks that the young man took the opportunity to throw out from time to time.

Stick films, dissipated in the palm shadow, sword shadow, long stick like a dragon out of the sea, vertical and horizontal, and like a turning over monster python, up and down, bursts of big waves with the stick undulating, blocking the offensive of the seven people.

"Drink..." A move was blocked by the young man, only to hear a coquettish shout, Tsing Yi Shengxue's slender waist was like a weeping willow, twisted slightly, the body suddenly flipped, the long hair was flying, one palm was closed, one palm was out, the red fire was shining, and it was still smashed towards the young man's face.

"I'll go, why are you so interested in my handsome face!" Holding a stick in one hand, he pressed it downward, pressed the heavy sword that listened to the wind, and after pressing and listening to the wind, his wrist was forced, and he turned suddenly, and the shadow of the stick was scattered, just hitting the sword body of Buyun Lao Dao, breaking the cooperation of the two of them attacking up and down, and then raised his left hand at dusk, and slashed a palm in the face of Tsing Yi Shengxue, and held up the wave with one hand, and Tsing Yi Shengxue slapped hard.

"Hehe..." Jiaoyan smiled, like the sun rising, a palm did not work, but it was like a shot in the air, Tsing Yi Shengxue's eyebrows moved, and at the same time threw a charming eye at dusk, but his subordinates were not idle, Luo skirt was flying, in the middle, the palm was ruthless. I saw that the inner strength was soaring, and it seemed to transform into a blue bird dancing in the fire, and the palms of Tsing Yi Shengxue were scorching into flames, and every move and style would set off waves of fire.

"So fierce!" I didn't expect that the beautiful woman who looked delicate would practice such a fierce and fiery palm, the left hand of the dusk "Pranya Palm", empty to the end, the palm is like water, it looks soft and weak, but all the palm strength of Tsing Yi Shengxue was removed, which made Tsing Yi Shengxue's heart gradually float, and the attack under the palm became more and more fierce.

And listen to the wind chant and Buyun Lao Dao double swords with each other, pinching the dusk, one person with an iron sword to open the mountain, vertical and horizontal, one person with a long sword, floating like a cloud, one heavy and one light, one just and one coincidence, so that the surface of the hippie smiling twilight, but the heart has to be serious.

The three of them attacked fiercely, plus the cup of soy sauce did not stop four people, and under the siege of seven people, the dusk actually fell little by little, and in the battle group, it was overstretched.

However, even if the situation seems to be a little unbeatable, it has also shocked countless players.

You must know that until now, although the boy has seen the moves, he is a little embarrassed under the siege of seven people, but you must know that among these seven people, there are three strong people in the Chenggang Realm, and the other four are also the top players at the level of the Quanzhen Thirteen Shao, and they can not be defeated under the joint efforts of the seven, which is enough to see how terrifying the strength of the young man should be.

What's more, what makes countless players frightened is that since the fight, dozens of moves have passed, and this young man has not used the slightest bit of anger, that is to say, this person completely relied on his own martial arts cultivation to block the attack of seven people, this kind of strength, this pervert, is he really a player!

Obviously, as the battle continued, the seven people also felt more clearly the difference in strength between themselves and this masked young man, and under the premise of not moving, they would not be defeated under the siege, although it was unbelievable, but the seven of them had already realized in their hearts that this person's martial arts cultivation must be a realm higher than everyone else. In other words, after stepping into the rivers and lakes for so long, he finally met a player who had cultivated martial arts to the realm of integration, which made the seven people who had been trapped in the realm of entering the hall secretly shocked by the strength of the teenager while seeing the hope of stepping into the next realm.

"Boom..."

Fighting with all his strength, in the bursts of strength cracking, the corners of his eyes slipped and Tsing Yi Allure was separated by a touch, but then, the corners of his eyes slipped and pounced again, endlessly.

The young man still didn't use his strength, and it seemed that he was already in danger under the siege of seven people, but he still held on to the square inch and never hit half a move.

It is precisely because of the laughter on the young man's face that the momentum of the seven people besieging not only did not slip at all, but became higher and higher, and the gap in strength is well known, but which of these seven people is not the arrogant master, and it is already a matter of putting down their bodies to be able to unite together to besiege one person, but if this has not forced out the real strength of the opponent, then what face do they have to mix in the rivers and lakes.

Therefore, when he knew that he was invincible, the attack of the seven people became more and more violent, and the strength was wantonly surrounded, and the anger was like a tide, and he was rampant, and the young man only felt that the momentum of the seven people changed, and the pressure on himself suddenly increased.

"Rub!" He cursed in his heart, and in the face of the tide, one by one hit the attack, Dusk felt that he was not using his strength, and he was really a little powerless. Indeed, even if his stick and fist techniques have already stepped into the realm of integration, it is difficult to really intercept all the attacks of the seven people just by relying on his martial arts perception and skills.

In desperation, you sighed, the momentum around the body moved, a little light golden streamer has rushed out, swirling around the body at dusk, in an instant, the sea and the sky, the fish leaps and birds fly, the stick shadow is like a flower, all the offensives are turned into smoke and dust, and dissipate in the stick shadow...