"It's almost a fire that can kill you!"

Chu Bei's figure moved again, and almost at the same time, the liquid gold in his right hand also squirmed, turning into a spear.

Yuen Long glanced at the liquid gold in Chu Bei's hand, his brows tightened, he almost suffered a loss in the previous duels.

This strange weapon could easily pierce his aura armor, but fortunately, from the beginning, he did not completely rely on the defense of the aura armor, and only then did he narrowly avoid the fatal blow several times.

"Storm Claw!"

Looking at Chu Bei, who was galloping, Yuen Long no longer hesitated, a cold drink fell, his fists spread out violently, and then turned his palms into claws.

Surging aura erupted from the heart of its claws, and the raging wind surrounded it, and the terrifying force directly brought scratches on the ground below.

After accumulating momentum, without the slightest hesitation, the soles of his feet slammed on the ground, and his body rushed straight towards the oncoming Chu Bei.

"Boy, you know, I want your life too!"

When he was less than half a meter away from Chu Bei, Yuen Long's figure suddenly stopped, and then his claws poked out at the same time, his sharp nails glowed with a little coldness, and he drew a tricky arc from different directions, straight to Chu Bei's throat.

Chu Bei's face was calm, and the spear in his right hand stabbed out, aiming at Yuen Long's right claw, and his left hand turned into a fist and met Yuen Long's left claw.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

Two voices rang out almost simultaneously.

The spear pierced the aura armor attached to Yuen Long's right claw, and with a swing, it directly cut off the opponent's sharp nails;

"How does my paw feel?"

Yuen Long raised his left paw, and there were still drops of blood left on his nails.

Although there was a smug look between his eyebrows, he still had lingering palpitations in his heart about the fight just now, but fortunately he dodged in time, otherwise it would not have been his nails that would have been cut off by the spear, but all his fingers.

"Brother Chu is injured..."

Niu Linlin bit the corner of her lip, and the worry in her eyes was even worse.

"Big brother will win. ”

Rao Qianqian shrugged the tip of her nose, and her two little hands nervously kneaded the corners of her clothes.

"Brother Sikong, the door master has the upper hand!"

Looking at the bright red blood marks on the back of Chu Bei's left hand, the people of Zifengmen smiled.

As for Chu Bei, he glanced at Yuen Long, who had a smug face, and completely ignored the other party. Instead, he took a step back, and at the same time the liquid gold changed again, from a spear to a sharp knife.

The next moment, Chu Bei clenched the handle of the knife with both hands and waved it in an orderly manner.

The long knife with liquid gold evolution began to dance in Chu Bei's hand, and the speed became faster and faster, and the sound of breaking the sky had already sounded in the void.

With each wave, the originally calm air seemed to be compressed by an external force, and a large number of cyclones began to appear, and the raging wind whistled up.

After a while, a wind ball formed by a whirlwind appeared at the tip of the knife, and the violent wind blade could be faintly seen in the wind ball.

"Sweep through a thousand armies!"

Chu Bei shouted, then raised his long knife and slashed down towards Yuen Long, and the violent wind blade in the wind signal suddenly exploded.

Feeling the oncoming sharp wind blade, Yuen Long's pupils shrank, and he quickly raised his palm, and his palm, which was originally slightly curved, stretched open violently.

"Wind Palm!"

As Yuen Long's shouts fell, a large amount of spiritual energy suddenly gathered in his palm, and then a strong thrust rushed out from his palm.

Under the violent thrust, the originally violent wind blade in the air suddenly shot out in all directions as if it had lost its trajectory as if it had been hit hard.

Snort!

The piercing sound was endless, and the wind blades struck the walls of the main hall, bringing deep stabbing marks one after another.

After the violent thrust hit the wind blade, it did not dissipate, but continued to move forward, heading towards Chu Bei.

"Bang!"

There was a low roar of collision, Chu Bei's body shook, and his legs retreated two steps back again.

"As a famous boss, don't you even have some martial arts skills?" Yuen Long laughed out loud, his words sarcastic.

Chu Bei touched his chest that was a little tight, his brows furrowed, he really didn't have any martial arts that he could use now, and he relied entirely on spiritual power to support him in fighting with others; he had a self-magic martial art [Phantom Without a Trace], but he had just begun to learn it; as for sweeping thousands of armies, when he reached the Spirit General Realm, the amplification effect was not large.

The collision just now is the best illustration; the furious wind blade was deflected by Yuen Long's return wind palm in an instant.

"It seems that the door master has mastered the essence of the Huifeng Palm! the power that erupted from the palm just now is far superior to ours dozens of times!" Sikong Men smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"I just don't know how the master of the door will deal with this kid in the future, whether to kill him directly or torture him first?"

Yan Shan licked his tongue, his words were full of murderous intent, and there was a hint of viciousness in his ruthless eyes.

Not long ago, when he was in the cold mansion, he was tortured by Chu Bei's poisonous needle, and he almost died because of it, which can be said to hate the other party very much. Right now, seeing Chubei retreating, my heart can be described as extremely refreshing.

"Big brother, are you alright?"

Rao Qianqian spread her legs and ran to Chu Bei's side, holding her head slightly high, tears in her eyes, and her little face was full of worry.

"I'm fine. Chu Bei reached out and wiped Rao Qianqian's tears.

The flat voice fell, and Chu Bei looked at Yuen Long on the opposite side again, the corners of his mouth outlined a touch of arc, and there was a chill in his smile.

Due to the lack of martial arts, it is impossible for him to solve Yuen Long with his own strength.

At the moment, we can only rely on foreign objects.

Seeing the sudden human smile on the corner of Chu Bei's mouth, Yuen Long's heart sank, and a feeling of uneasiness suddenly rose.

With intuition, Yuen Long stomped his body violently with his right foot, preparing to open up the distance from Chubei.

However, just as his feet left the ground and soared to about half a meter, a ray of golden light pierced the sky and instantly slammed into his body.

"It's the rope!"

Sensing the abnormality of his body, Yuen Long seemed to think of something, and his pupils shrank and he exclaimed.

Before the screams from his mouth could be heard, his body had fallen uncontrollably.

"Bang!"

With a low crashing sound, Yuen Long's feet fell back to the ground.

At this moment, his expression was extremely distorted, and his eyes were full of fear.

He was also present on the day of the Pingzhou Sword Meeting. He had seen the power of this rope with his own eyes, and even the powerhouses of the Spirit King Realm could bind it!

Looking closely, the defensive armor formed by the aura gathered on the surface of Yuen Long's body had disappeared, and he looked like an ordinary person at this moment.