"Ding..."

In the sound of Jin Ge clanging, the two figures collided back and forth, and between the claws of the blood gang and the long swords all over the golden gang, sparks flew in all directions, and the golden and blood red energy flew wantonly in the field.

Staggered again, Dusk's body turned in the air, turned over suddenly, and with the help of the speed advantage, he attacked with a sword, wanting to take advantage of his castration to preemptively attack and break the opponent, but was easily blocked by Xuantong's backhand claw.

The three fingers of the blood claw together, pinched Jin Gang's overflowing sword body, imprisoned him to death, Xuantong's left arm was round, and with an unforgiving punch, he smashed down towards Dusk's head.

The fist broke through the air, in an instant, the arm jerked, but the long sword in his hand for a while, but he couldn't break free from the confinement of the blood claw, his eyes flashed with madness at dusk, he didn't want to abandon the sword to dodge, his left hand became a palm, Jin Gang turned crazy, and he met it with a palm without fear.

"Boom..."

The fists collided, the momentum rose mightily, the left arm rippled slightly like a water wave, a move "dark sea and air waves", unloaded most of the fist strength that fell homeopathically, gritted his teeth at dusk, took advantage of the situation to counterattack, his left hand became a finger, and the golden mangs appeared, and between the four wrist and palm joints of Xuantong's left fist that he paused for a moment, he quickly clicked three fingers.

Taking advantage of the pain of Xuantong to retreat temporarily, he pulled his wrist at dusk, the cold light shone, the sword flower was in full bloom, and the long sword broke free from the confinement of the blood claw.

"Good boy!" With a light sigh, he took a few steps back, facing the sharp sword moves that covered him, and felt the pain in his left hand, a trace of approval flashed in his blood-red eyes. Although the young man's swordsmanship has only learned a little bit of swordsmanship, but now he can rely on his indomitable sword momentum, see the stitches, take the time to counterattack, and forcibly open up with himself in the situation, which is not easy!

When Xuantong admired the dusk, the dusk was secretly bitter in his heart.

When he first entered the city, Dusk was able to easily kill Xuanhua, that was because Xuanhua's use of Gang Qi was very rough, and he exerted the full power of Gang without bleeding, and Dusk, who was crushed by speed, was easily killed with the advantage of his body.

However, unlike Xuanhua, who was born and raised here, Xuantong was originally a native of the Han Empire, and was exiled here by the Han Empire because of his great sins. Although so many years have passed, his internal strength has been cultivated to a profound Xuantong, and his own internal strength has been exhausted by time, but his proficiency in the use of Gang Qi does not know how many streets Xuanhua has been thrown.

In front of Xuantong, who has the power of blood, the speed that Dusk is proud of is no longer the decisive factor in determining the outcome of this battle, even if Xuantong's speed is still not as fast as Dusk, but it is not difficult to block the boy's surprise attack. And, as the battle progressed, Xuantong, who was more familiar with the use of the power of blood gang, made more and more powerful moves, and gradually suppressed the boy in the claw flying vigorously dance.

"Tsk, Old Man Xuan is very strong!" Looking at the fierce battle in the field, Tai He licked his lips, turned his head to look at Tsing Yi Jiangshan who was standing quietly on the side, his face was slightly cold, and the battle intent rose in his eyes.

"Bang..." With a wave of the giant axe on his shoulder, pieces of gravel flew and fell to the ground, attracting the attention of Tsing Yi Jiangshan, Tai He raised his head and said with a smile: "It's okay to be idle, let's do it too!" ”

"I'm happy to accompany you!" I don't believe that this strong man will really ask for his opinion, Tsing Yi Jiangshan frowned, and the long sword was in his hand, and the fire-like qi quickly spread all over the sword body.

"That's good!" Twisting his neck a few times, Tai He looked back coldly, as if receiving an order, a full three hundred black-clothed people took a step forward, blood flowing, without the slightest resistance, and gave their young lives.

After absorbing the vitality of the three hundred black-clothed people, the Tai River condensed a layer of transparent blood-colored energy on the giant axe, and the entire giant axe seemed to be watered with blood, and wisps of clear blood-colored fluid flowed back and forth on the giant axe, and even with the swing of the Tai River, a few drops of blood-colored droplets flew from the giant axe, turned into a little blood mist, and dissipated in the wind.

"Let's go!" Whispering a reminder to the opponent, it seems to turn into a high-speed heavy chariot, the Tai River is fierce, straight to the Tsing Yi country, the dragon-like tense muscles rise vertically and horizontally, both arms are raised high, in the endless blood, an axe falls, opening the world.

The giant axe that fell sideways flashed, and the Tsing Yi Jiangshan did not stupidly face the edge of the Tai River, but chose guerrilla warfare.

The gravity of the giant axe, in the hands of the Tai River, is even more vertical and horizontal, the momentum is immense, it seems that no one dares to beat, and the "Huifeng Dancing Willow Sword Technique" practiced by Tsing Yi Jiangshan is heavy and skillful, like a weeping willow with the wind, free and light.

The momentum looks like the Tai River is naturally stronger, but the Tsing Yi Jiangshan who does not collide with the Tai River, with the dexterity of the long sword, as well as the advantage of the body, wanders around the Tai River, although it is suppressed by the Tai River, but with the swordsmanship that is not known how many realms are higher than the boy, the Tsing Yi Jiangshan sees the right time to attack, but it also causes a lot of trouble to the Tai River.

"Young man, stop struggling!" The figure flickered, tearing the surrounding air with one claw, forcing the young man to dodge by his body, Xuantong kept persuading in his mouth: "Anyway, it's always death, early death and late death are death, why waste so much energy!" ”

"Hehe..." didn't say a word about Xuan Tong's words, and Dusk, who was aggrieved in his heart, took the risk of revealing his identity, and also wanted to teach this rampant old man a lesson, but with the mentality of fighting a protracted war, Dusk finally chose to continue to deal with Xuan Tong.

Although the power of Xuegang is strong, it is not real internal strength after all, even if it is internal strength, there are times when it is exhausted, not to mention the power absorbed from the outside world through the formation, and the dusk who is extremely confident in the strength of his internal strength, the power of Xuantong Xuegang is not longer lasting than his own internal strength.

Tsing Yi Jiangshan, who is floating on the side of the Tai River, has the same idea as Dusk, and the winning rate of facing the edge of the hand is not high, but as long as he can consume the opponent's blood, then he will naturally be invincible.

Dusk and Tsing Yi's small abacus, they did not hide from Xuantong and Taihe, who were old oilers, and they knew the weakness of the power of Xuegang, and they also knew that they couldn't really keep stalemate with the two. In the eyes of Xuantong and the others, after playing a game of cat and mouse for a while, it is time to really do it.

There were more than 100 moves in the battle, and I felt that the timing was about the same, and after teasing the young man, the blood in Xuan Tong's eyes was vertical and horizontal, and a cold light appeared.

The figures collided, and the corners of his mouth opened in an arc, and when the young man wanted to make a mistake, the bloody claws that had been torn apart suddenly folded back, and the claws covered with scales were like streams, and they grabbed the young man's waist fiercely.

Twisting under his feet, his figure was staggered, and in the face of Xuantong's change of moves, he was not in a hurry at dusk, his body twisted, and he slid through the bloody claws dangerously.

The blood claw fell into the air, and when it slid through Dusk's waist, Xuantong's right arm was stunned, his shoulder shook, and the blood-colored claw was shining, and the originally curved claws on his palm suddenly straightened, and the blood-colored swallowing was directly inserted into Dusk's waist.

"Old!" With a scolding voice, Dusk's waist twisted, his body formed an arc, and at the same time as flashing the blood claws that pierced the sky, the long sword flipped and fell straight to his waist, blocking the blood claws that didn't work and swept again...