Like rain hitting plantains, showers hitting umbrellas, the slashing blade and the high-speed spinning walker shovel made a piercing loud sound, and the fire and starlight suddenly bloomed like fireworks in the first month.

At this moment of rapid and heavy blade and shovel contact, the "soul snatching" style of the Fat Shaker Shovel was shattered by Wang Yonghuan's evil slashing blade, and the tiny gap like the horns of an antelope bloomed in an instant. The dagger stabbed a flash in the soul, and the "finishing touch" quickly entered, and a pair of two points of essence light as bright as the eyes of a dragon flashed in front of the fat man. This kind of fast, this rush, as fast as the lightning in the extreme west, has now crossed thousands of miles, and in the face of the life-threatening light, it is too late for the fat demon to perform any more moves, so he can only desperately retreat.

It is worthy of being an intermediate master of the lot, while it retreats, its thick right leg suddenly trembles and trembles, and the giant's iron pestle kicks a dozen legs wildly, like a round windmill and a whirling wheel, whirring and forming half a fan and sweeping over.

At this time, Li Qian, who was standing not far away, never imagined that the fierce attack that had the upper hand would suddenly change and turn sharply into danger in a blink of an eye, wanting to collapse with one blow and be defeated and killed.

The frightened thin man didn't care about the identity of the master, and his heart swooped forward like a fire, like a meteor trailing its tail, and it was about to leap away. Hand in hand, he summoned "Mount Tai to the top", and in an instant, he squandered like electricity, and a huge palm shadow suddenly shot down from the top of Wang Yonghuan's head.

Like dark clouds covering the sky, like black soil spraying wildly, the strong wind is mighty, the whistling is ruthless, and the whirring wind brought out by the palms actually contains a faint fishy smell, yes, it is the black and bloody palm of the thin Li Qian's peerless ---.

At this time, Wang Yonghuan was waiting for Li Qian's attack, and he had been desperately slashing at the fat and thin Liu Chao, the purpose of which was to lure the thin man to make a move.

In the face of the long-famous Shuangsha of Heishuimen, it is impossible to kill anyone in an instant. And once it is alerted to its own thoughts, whether it is a grappling battle or a breakthrough, it will increase its own danger factor. The current situation is that one more second, there is one second of crisis; Add one point, there is one point of danger.

The only choice is to lead them to make a move, and to solve the fight in a very short time.

The spirit beast had already understood the master's intentions at three o'clock, and when he saw that the thin Li Qian had already attacked, the little guy roared again and again, his limbs were tense, and he exerted his strength wildly, and his vigorous body rose against the wind, and swept sharply on the ground, and suddenly shot directly at the next three roads of the thin Li Qian.

The claws as sharp as the sickle of death reversed the nine claws from the bottom to the top, the claws and claws carried the wind, the speed was like a meteor catching the moon, several bright flashes, fiercely grasping the vital parts such as the lower yin of the thin Li Qian.

The thin Li Qian's palms were slamming Wang Yonghuan's Heavenly Spirit Gai with a sky-crushing momentum, but the lower part of the spirit beast attacked at three points, so that he had to retract his palm and change his moves. The tip of the left foot is a little on the surface of the right foot, and the internal strength is running "sky", and the body in the thin air suddenly accelerates forward to avoid the nine claws of the spirit beast.

But a spirit beast is a spirit beast, even if the thin Li Qian performs a peerless "imagination" at a critical moment, the spirit beast's three-point reaction is absolutely fast. The white dog body curled up and stretched out, and in the trace that the human eyes could not catch, the beast shadow suddenly disappeared and reappeared, and the nine claws that were expected to fall short in the thin Li submersion attacked his lower three ways strangely.

The thin Li Qian's "whimsical" move has been used up, and his internal strength is in the old force has gone, and the new force has not yet been born. In desperation, he tightened his legs and knees, and his body quickly contracted into a round ball, and the black water followed his body rapidly, driving the round body to rotate rapidly, like a high-speed football and accelerating forward again.

The spirit beast saw that the nine claws fell into the air at three o'clock, the sharp roar was like a cry, the big mouth was open, and the four big dog teeth that were shining with cold light came out of the mouth, and they closed up and down, and the tyrannosaurus bit into the rolling ball. In the flash of light, the spirit beast had already forced the skinny Li Qian to escape five meters forward.

And at the moment when Wang Yonghuan attacked with thin Li Qian, the dagger in his left hand burst out of his hand, and in the haze, it was like an electric stab of light, blitzing at the fat Liu Chao. The evil slashing blade in his right hand didn't look at it, and slammed it towards the thin Li Qian who fled behind him, "looking back at the moon" - the evil slashing blade stabbed the eight blades obliquely back and up, and the tip of the eight-point blade was like eight fighters running together and crashed headlong into the thin Li Qian in the air.

The spirit beast has a three-point big mouth in front and an eight-point light tip of the evil slashing blade behind, forcing the thin Li Qian in the air like a meteor catching the moon.

At this time, Li Qian, who was forced to escape in the air, had a blue face, and his heart was full of anger, since he broke through to the lot, he had never been beaten by a low-cultivation martial artist in such a panic.

In anger, anger comes from the heart, and evil is born to the side of the gall. Li Qian, who had retreated backwards in the air, roared angrily, and the sound was monstrous. The legs suddenly flashed and kicked, and the black water mastered the "wind foot", kicking out like a wild roar, like a violent wind, like angry thunder, from top to bottom, from left to right, continuously kicking out twenty-one legs.

At the same time, the palms are hanging upside down, the elbows are upside down, and the palms and elbows are like the heavenly river pouring down, swaying and sprinkling, and instantly attacking eighteen palms and twenty-one elbows. Yes, the black palm trick "Tianhe upside down" and "wind feet" are combined into one. In an instant, the shadow of the foot, the light of the legs, the wind in the palm, the tip of the elbow, kicking, teasing, slapping, and stabbing rushed towards Wang Yonghuan and the spirit beast like a volcano.

As soon as the assaults on both sides were mixed together, Wang Yonghuan clearly realized that this fatal attack of the thin Li Qian was not at all something that he could crack with the move he had just cast.

In the face of the bursting attack, but seeing that Wang Yonghuan did not retreat, his legs were staggered, and he was centered on the emaciated attack point in the same place, swaying back and forth, and in a very small space, he made more than a dozen shakes in an instant, like a willow in the wind and a lily in the water, dodging the emaciated attack at high speed and skillfully.

In the dodge, the slashing blade with cold light spun and exploded like a furious explosion, and the left palm swung fiercely to meet the attack. Wang Yonghuan shouted violently: "Break the sky." Then the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" in Tianlongsan's hand was suddenly cast.

I saw Wang Yonghuan's left foot slammed, his body jumped up in the air, and his right foot and left foot stepped on three times in the air like lightning, just like stepping on three steps in a row, his body suddenly pulled up two meters again, and suddenly burst into the attack circle of the thin Li Qian.

A blade, a palm, a pair of iron legs, shrinking each other in the air, at the same time hard resistance, blades and palms are wrong, legs and legs intersect, slashing evil blades, legs, fists and forks burst out of eight blades, eleven fists, nine legs. In an instant, a net of blades, fists, and legs was weaved, as fierce as flames and angry waves rolling, forming a huge, fierce attack wave, smashing fiercely towards the emaciated Li Qian's attack net.

When Wang Yonghuan's "breaking the sky" sounded in the moment, the spirit beast's hind legs kicked into the air under him like lightning at three o'clock, and in the hissing air burst, the little guy's strange air accelerated, and his sturdy body became an incredible "one" shape.

The two front claws in front of them, there was a soft sound of "buzz", God, the originally sharp middle claw tip of three o'clock skyrocketed by three centimeters, and the originally curved claw tip also became as straight as a sword, and the sharp edge exuded the light of Lan Yinyin.

The "one" word attack pierced like an arrow breaking through the blue sky, and in an instant, a violent wind swept in front of Wang Yonghuan, heading straight for the choked throat of the thin Li Qian.

At this time, Li Qian's "Tianhe upside down" and "Wind Feet" Huo Huo and Wang Yonghuan's "Flying Dragon in the Sky" intersected vertically and horizontally.