The huge Qisha Village, the blood is strong, the bloody breath is so thick that it can't be dissolved, and there is a little blood in the air. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The burning bonfire was knocked to the ground by the fleeing bandits, and the fallen corpses were lit, blood flowing, bones burning, and a mixed stench wafting in the wind.

Xing Yingming's face was extremely gloomy, looking at Zhao Hang, who was wantonly killing, and there was a faint trace of fear in his heart. At the same time, he regretted what he had just done, and should have killed Zhao Hang directly in the lobby, instead of letting him kill the bandits here.

Seeing the corpses covering the earth, a famous thief fled away, and the seven evil villages in his heart were finished, and he was destroyed by the young man in front of him.

Zhao Hang walked in front of Xing Yingming, the big boss of the Seven Evil Villages, and the blood-stained long knife slashed down fiercely, and the boundless evil qi and blood qi pierced the mouth and nose.

Xing Yingming's sword was raised, facing Zhao Hang's attack.

The two knives converge and make a sonorous sound.

Clang.

The blood-stained long knife in Zhao Hang's hand broke and flew away, and this time Zhao Hang did not pause. The knife broke, and his left hand slammed out with a punch, even the air burst open, and a punch slammed into Xing Yingming.

Xing Yingming's expression changed slightly, the soles of his feet slipped, and he quickly retreated backwards.

Zhao Hang stepped a little, deceived himself, and punched out again, the fist wind was like thunder, roaring. A palm was slapped out, as fast as electricity, suppressing Xing Yingming.

"What's the matter with this kid?"

Xing Yingming dodged Zhao Hang's attack, and shock surfaced in his heart.

"After doing it for so long, my strength and reaction have not decreased by half a point, but have become faster and faster. ”

Even if he is a top-notch martial artist, after killing hundreds of people, it is normal for his strength to be depleted and his spirit to be exhausted. However, instead of half a point of consumption, Zhao Hang became more and more energetic, and his strength was amazing. The invisible momentum on the body, like a fierce beast, like a mountain, is fierce and monstrous, and oppressive.

Xing Yingming's wrist turned, the war knife crossed an arc, and he shook his hand. With a backhand knife, he picked it up at a tricky angle and slashed it towards Zhao Hang's armpit.

Zhao Hang glanced at the sharp war knife and quickly retreated.

The war knife slashed in front of Zhao Hang, tearing his clothes instantly, and there was a shallow scar on his shoulder. If it weren't for Zhao Hang's quick reaction, this war knife would have seen blood.

Before Zhao Hang could stand firm, Xing Yingming attacked and killed. Iron fierce knife, knife like a knife, fierce attack, domineering. One attack and one sword, like a chain of death, will be chased to the death.

Zhao Hang stepped back, his body dodging quickly. The Spirit Ape Vertical and Horizontal Technique gave him a flexible and robust physique, and his reaction speed was amazing, and he could always avoid it when Xing Ying's battle knife came.

He doesn't have any clever skills, he relies entirely on his own reflexes and speed.

Xing Yingming's sword was placed horizontally, sweeping thousands of troops with one blow and breaking thousands of enemies. Seeing this, Zhao Hang quickly squatted down, and the war knife slashed over his head, cutting off a strand of hair, moving with the wind.

Seeing Zhao Hang squatting down and dodging his own knife, Xing Yingming was not the slightest surprised, and the light in his eyes flashed, as if he knew Zhao Hang's actions in advance. A kick that kicks out so hard that even a stone can be kicked to pieces.

When the wind hit, Zhao Hang fell to the ground, rolled out again and again, and dodged the astonishing force.

Xing Yingming walked quickly, jumped forward, held the knife in both hands, his eyes were sharp, and he interlude towards Zhao Hang's chest on the ground.

Zhao Hang's eyes froze, and he slapped the ground so hard that even the ground trembled. With this force, he quickly dodged the murderous knife and rolled into the chair.

The bright knife man cut the floor like cutting tofu, and there was no half of the sword.

Xing Yingming looked up at Zhao Hang in the distance, pulled out his war knife like lightning, stepped on it, rushed out, and slashed with a knife, like a silver light, flashing by.

Zhao Hang grabbed the chair on the side and threw it towards Xing Yingming, but the ordinary chair was like a heavy soldier in Zhao Hang's hands.

Xing Yingming's blade turned, splitting the chair in half and flying out, even hitting a hole in the wall.

At the same time as the chair battle flew away, Zhao Hang moved, his body arched, like a cheetah, and catapulted out. A punch was raised, slammed out, and the air burst open.

Xing Ying's eyes flashed, and the war knife quickly drew an arc, slashing out horizontally, as if to cut Zhao Hang off at the waist.

Zhao Hang's posture of rushing forward did not change at all, his left foot slammed on it heavily, and his body moved out horizontally to the right. The sword moved close to the body, touching the clothing, cutting the blood-stained white cloth.

Narrowly avoiding the sword, Zhao Hang turned his body, stepped on the ground again, and slaughtered out. The two fists are like the wind and thunder, one move and one style, and the speed is incomparable.

Xing Yingming's battle knife was raised, the knife was like a whirlwind, his feet were like rapids, one knife and one slash, fierce and monstrous, extremely domineering.

One is fierce and domineering, the moves are exquisite, and the knife kills; the other is fierce, the style is huge, and the fist is majestic.

The fight is difficult to solve, regardless of victory or defeat.

The lobby was in shambles as these two first-class martial artists fought. Tables and chairs flew sideways, the floor was shattered, and the dark brown ironwood that supported the stockade left deep marks and broken lines.

"This kid is really weird. ”

Xing Yingming waved his sword and said secretly in his heart.

"After fighting for so long, my movements have not slowed down in the slightest, and my strength has not decreased in the slightest, but it has become more and more powerful and terrifying. Moreover, both the reaction and the level of engagement are even more amazing than before. ”

"What kind of monster is this kid?"

Xing Yingming's eyes were filled with light, and he was surprised. From the earliest fight, to now, it has only been a matter of how long it has been, and Zhao Hang has made such progress. Martial arts genius, that's it.

"Flawed?!"

Xing Yingming's pupils opened, and he stepped out suddenly, approaching Zhao Hang in an instant. With a turn of the blade, the war knife stabbed out, stabbing from Zhao Hang's left hand into the shoulder, and submerged into the flesh.

Before the smile on his face could unfold, Xing Yingming's face changed. Because, he found that Zhao Hangshou grabbed his battle knife, which was a trap.

Zhao Hang stared at Xing Ying, and his blood-stained face showed a smile: "I caught you." ”

Xing Yingming's heart sank, but he couldn't shake it with force in his hand. The wheat-colored palm grasped the sword like an iron pincer.

Unable to break free of Zhao Hang's big hand, Xing Yingming kicked out heavily. Zhao Hang did the same, and kicked out.

Click.

Yes......

The bones broke, followed by Xing Yingming's screams. In terms of strength and physical fitness, how can he compare with Zhao Hang.

The smile on Zhao Hang's face did not decrease, but became more and more arrogant and wanton. Raising his right hand, he slammed out with a punch and hit Xing Yingming's face, Xing Yingming's entire face was distorted and flew out like a cannonball.

With a bang, it slammed into the wall.

Zhao Hang took advantage of the situation and pulled out the war knife on his shoulder, threw it out hard, and the cold light broke through the air and inserted it into Xing Yingming's heart.

Xing Yingming opened his mouth, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and died. A generation of seven evil village bosses died in the hands of Zhao Hang, who did not have much reputation in the rivers and lakes.