The powerful impact between the two fists of the goshawk and the black dove not only shook the two of them apart, but also affected Zhao Qinhe and the others who were fighting not far from them.

The invisible impact swept across, although it was only the aftermath, but under the defenselessness, Zhao Qinhe and Gu Fangzhou were still caught off guard, and were hit in the chest by that wave of qi, and the true qi in their bodies couldn't help but be disordered for a while, but fortunately they were hit, but the black-clothed people of their opponents couldn't avoid it, so they didn't show any flaws, but they secretly raised their precautions against the goshawk and the black dove.

"Such a domineering fist, such a powerful palm, the martial arts of these two people should not be underestimated. Zhao Qinhe still had the energy to observe the fight between the two while he was fighting with the man in black, and when he saw the battle between the two of them just now, he couldn't help but be speechless, after all, if he faced one of the two of them, it would not be easy to win.

Let's not talk about what Zhao Qinhe thinks now, the black dove and the goshawk have gradually burst into real fire in their hearts after the all-out confrontation just now.

"It seems that if there is no one between you and me today, this battle will not be good. Goshawk changed his previous attitude, licked/licked his dry lower lip, and said in a muffled voice.

"From the very beginning, you have only one result, and that is - death!"

As soon as the dead word spat out, the black dove rushed forward again, and the iron palm gathered momentum.

Seeing this, the goshawk did not show weakness, took a lunge, and also punched to meet it.

Instant fist palm clash again, although the goshawk seems to be a hanger, but the boxing method it makes is awe-inspiring, between the opening and closing of the fist, revealing a great sun and brilliance, and as the opponent of the black dove used the palm is strange and uncertain, a moment of rapid and incomparable, a moment of erratic, each palm hit, all imply several changes, so that people are unable to guard, difficult to parry.

Huanghuang fist power against the mysterious palm technique, one side went straight, one side was erratic, and the two parties were entangled again.

Seeing that their own leader and the opponent were deadlocked with each other, the two black-clothed men on the other side who were originally besieging the dozen or so dart masters glanced at each other, and one of them instantly left the opponent, and after making a false move, he broke away from the battle and sneaked towards the back of the goshawk.

The goshawk who was fighting with the black dove noticed that someone was sneaking behind him, and he was shocked, but his rich experience made him still able not to panic, and the movements in his hands were not a trace of panic, he first fought hard to punch the black dove in an instant, and then took this opportunity to force his feet behind him, and suddenly fell backwards and hit him backwards, and his elbows continued to hit behind him, and the man in black behind him was when he swung a knife and slashed, but he was knocked into his arms by the goshawk, and his elbows hit him between his chest and abdomen。

In a downfall and a blow, the goshawk killed the sneak attacker instantly, but before he could recover his breath, the black dove raised his palm again and attacked again, and he didn't know if the goshawk killed his men in front of him, so vaguely the goshawk only felt that the black dove's palm was a little stronger than before.

In the face of the black dove's sudden attack, the goshawk barely raised his strength to deal with it, but in a hurry, he was found by the black dove without blocking a few moves, and hit him with a heavy palm in the heart of the chest.

With a slam of iron palm, the goshawk flew behind him, spurting blood in midair.

Bang!

With a heavy sound, the goshawk landed directly on the ground with its back and lay motionless on the ground.

"You..."

The goshawk's eyes widened, his face was full of unwillingness, he spit out a word, then spit out a mouthful of blood again, and then he completely lost his breath.

Seeing that the goshawk was suddenly knocked away, before Zhao Qinhe and Gu Fangzhou could react, they suddenly felt that the black-clothed man who was still paddling was instantly much more ferocious.

Desperate?!

Zhao Qinhe's heart sank, and the sword move changed from the previous illusory powerlessness to become murderous, but although the sword momentum was like this, he still didn't have the intention of killing, he just wanted them to suffer something. It's not that he doesn't recognize it or has compassion, it's just that he feels that it's not time for life and death to fight.

The battle between Gu Fangzhou and Zhao Qinhe became fierce, the black dove glanced at them, did not make a move, but slowly walked towards the body of the goshawk, but he did not completely get close to the past, but after getting a little closer, he kicked out, and a stone was kicked away by him at once, as if it was a hidden weapon, and hit the goshawk's big / leg in an instant, the stone instantly pierced through the goshawk's big / leg, a thumb-sized hole was opened, and the blood flowed.

He watched the goshawk remain motionless after being hit by the stone, so he relieved himself, walked to the goshawk's corpse, and bent down to search for the goshawk's body.

He fumbled for a moment, as if he had touched something, raised his eyebrows, reached for the thing, and just as he was about to take it out, a palm grabbed / his forearm.

What the!

The black dove was suddenly startled, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the goshawk, who had already died, was looking at him with a sneer, and one hand was still grabbing his forearm.

Seeing this, his heart jumped suddenly, and he wanted to quickly retreat to open the distance, but one of his hands was clasped by the goshawk and he couldn't leave at all.

Before he could break free from the goshawk's lock, he suddenly felt a flash of white light in front of him, and he lost his mind instantly, and then before he could come back to his senses, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if his heart had been pierced by something.

The black dove looked down and saw that the goshawk was holding a lotus-like object in his other hand against his chest, and he then looked into his chest, and found that his heart was already pierced with dense thin needles like cow hairs, each of which penetrated deep into the skin, leaving only a short section.

"Hundred Needles Lotus Blossom!

The black dove broke free from the goshawk's clasp and staggered backwards, blood slowly flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Hahaha! Despicable? How many times have I told you, in our business, don't think of yourself as a hero, unscrupulous means are our style. When the goshawk heard this, he laughed and said with a disdainful face.

"You..."

"Don't you, yours, become a king or lose, don't say you don't understand this sentence. Throwing away the machine bracket in his hand, the goshawk stood up covering the wound on his big / leg, did not give the black dove a chance to speak, and directly lucked, and punched the black dove with one move, the fist was indomitable, full of murderous intent, obviously until now he still did not take it lightly, and this last move still did not have the slightest strength.

The fist hit the black dove's throat directly, and in an instant his throat was completely shattered, and the black dove completely lost its vitality in the unwilling gaze.