A cold cold air swirled around Wang Shuo's palm, and the surrounding space, under the erosion of that cold air, became cold, and even the air seemed to be condensed.

"Boy, don't think that being a soul master is amazing, today I will let you know the gap between you and me. Wang Shuo sneered, he stared at Zhao Xiaoyi playfully, his voice fell, his cold palm swirled, and then he slapped at Zhao Xiaoyi violently.

Staring at the palm print that drew a cold current, Zhao Xiaoyi's face became a little more solemn, Wang Shuo's move was obviously to take out the hole cards, and in this regard, Zhao Xiaoyi naturally did not dare to be careless, the vitality in his body surged out, and under the shroud of the fiery red light, the wide long sword slashed down stiffly.

Bang! The sword blade slashed down, and in the sound of the breaking wind, it slashed Wang Shuo's palm print, but when the sharp sword blade was cut down, it was caught in the air by Wang Shuo's cold palm print.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Xiaoyi frowned slightly, he didn't expect Wang Shuo's palm print to be so powerful, even this fierce sword could be resisted.

The battle between ice and fire unfolded in mid-air, and with the collision of the two, Zhao Xiaoyi's fiery red light instantly spelled together with Wang Shuo's cold air, and at the junction, there was a crackling crackling sound wave.

"Compared with me, you are a little worse. Wang Shuo stared at the flickering fiery red light on Zhao Xiaoyi's sword, he smiled sarcastically, and then the vitality in his body gushed out wildly, and with the gushing out of his vitality, on the palm of his hand, the cold qi suddenly became fierce, and it actually suppressed Zhao Xiaoyi's fiery red light little by little.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Xiaoyi's eyes lit up, although his vitality was domineering, but after all, there was a gap in the realm between him and Wang Shuo, and he was still not Wang Shuo's opponent, and he was no longer deadlocked, his arm rotated, the long sword was retracted, and if he didn't stop it, I was afraid that the cold qi would erode into his hands.

"Die!" And when Zhao Xiaoyi's long sword was withdrawn, Wang Shuo seized the opportunity, and the momentum in his hand continued unabated, and the cold palm print suddenly imprinted towards Zhao Xiaoyi, almost in the blink of an eye, it had already reached Zhao Xiaoyi's chest.

The distance was too close, it was impossible for Zhao Xiaoyi to dodge again, the long sword was slightly horizontal, and Zuihou blocked Wang Shuo's palm.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and Wang Shuo's palm print slammed on Zhao Xiaoyi's sword body, and the strong force directly made Zhao Xiaoyi's footsteps retreat, and the force of the shock also made his blood surge.

Whew! With a deep breath, Zhao Xiaoyi shook off the cold and somewhat numb palm, put the long sword in his left hand, and then raised his right arm.

"Fight with me, then come!" Seeing Zhao Xiaoyi raise his arm, Wang Shuo raised the corners of his mouth, and then turned his palm print and rushed towards Zhao Xiaoyi again.

"Xuanzhong Hammer!" and in the face of Wang Shuo's palm, Zhao Xiaoyi did not retreat in the slightest, and let out a low cry in his mouth, and the rich fiery red light instantly shrouded his fist.

In the field, seeing this scene, Wang Shuo's face changed suddenly, Zhao Xiaoyi had seen this heavy hammer before, and the power was extremely violent, but he also knew that this kind of martial art was extremely expensive, and he could lose his combat effectiveness with one blow, but he didn't expect Zhao Xiaoyi to really dare to use it.

The explosive figure stopped suddenly, Wang Shuo hurriedly sidestepped to the side, trying to avoid Zhao Xiaoyi's punch, as long as he avoided this punch, then Zhao Xiaoyi would definitely die next.

However, when Wang Shuo's figure went to the side, Zhao Xiaoyi's fist did not hit, his eyes swept forward, and Zhao Xiaoyi's figure disappeared strangely before.

"Not good!" Sensing the danger coming, Wang Shuo's pupils shrank, his figure hurriedly turned, and then the palm print slapped back in a panic.

Zhao Xiaoyi was behind Wang Shuo, and when Wang Shuo's palm print came, his long sword was horizontally in front of him, and at the same time, a spiritual force also swept towards Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo obviously didn't expect Zhao Xiaoyi to exert his spiritual power at this time, and the palm print was shot, but under that defenselessness, Zhao Xiaoyi's spiritual power also made him instantly stiffen.

How could Zhao Xiaoyi let go of such an opportunity, he didn't care about the qi and blood that was shocked by Wang Shuo again, kicked the ground violently, and the raised long sword slashed at Wang Shuo.

The sharp blade of the sword slashed through the air, bringing a slight sound of breaking wind, and Zuihou slashed at Wang Shuo's neck without hindrance.

The pillar of blood shot out, and without even screaming, Wang Shuo's head was cut off, and Zuihou rolled into the crowd and was trampled into a puddle of mud.

Bang! The remaining body stiffened and fell to the ground, and Wang Shuo, a fourth-order martial artist who had just been invincible, now seemed to have turned into a corpse.

"Shuo'er!" In the crowd, seeing Wang Shuo's head being cut off, Wang Yong screamed like crazy, shook the second master in front of him with a fierce palm, and his body suddenly rushed towards Zhao Xiaoyi.

"You want to go, you haven't asked me yet!" Seeing that Wang Yong was about to kill Zhao Xiaoyi, the second master's face turned cold, and he hurriedly flashed over, blocking Wang Yong's figure, "Boy, good job, just leave this old man to me." ”

"The boy surnamed Zhao, I, Wang Yong, swear to destroy your entire clan. Wang Yong's face was hideous, his face twitched, his eyes instantly turned blood-red, and he was negligent enough to let Zhao Xiaoyi kill Wang Shuo, Wang Shuo died, and his Wang family was also broken.

Zhao Xiaoyi ignored Wang Yong's roar, there was a second-order martial artist in charge of the second master, Wang Yong wanted to rush for a while and couldn't do it, his eyes moved away from Wang Yong, and then Zhao Xiaoyi's body moved, merged into the flow of people, and killed the others again.

The Wang family compound, the original harmonious scene is now stained with red blood, and a series of tragic howls sounded one after another, and the strong smell of blood spread, making the Wang family compound like purgatory on earth.

In the field, the strength of the second master is equal to that of Wang Yong, and it is difficult to distinguish between the top and bottom until now, and it will take some time if one side wants to lose, Zitong's side, she is a second-order martial maniac, but she suppressed that elder to death, and when she waved her hand, the elder of the first-order martial arts madness did not have the slightest power to fight back.

Compared with the two of them, Liang Shi is more nervous, although Liang Shi is not weaker than the martial arts powerhouse under all his strength, but after all, he is still only a great martial artist, and after a long stalemate, he will begin to appear unsupported, such a stalemate, if no one has free up his hand to help him, I am afraid that it will be a matter of time before he falls.

In the crowd, the long sword in Zhao Xiaoyi's hand frantically slashed, and in a moment, two members of the Wang family died under his sword, and under the stimulation of the smell of blood, Zhao Xiaoyi's fighting spirit became more and more intense.

And at this moment, in the midst of a muffled sound, suddenly a figure flew upside down, Zuihou smashed into the crowd, and landed in front of Zhao Xiaoyi.

"Master Liang?" Looking at the face with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth on the ground, Zhao Xiaoyi was suddenly startled, swept away the person in front of him with a sword, and then hurriedly helped Liang Shi up, looking at it like this, it was obvious that Liang Shi couldn't resist it.

"You used to be a martial king, but now, die in my hands!" The first-order martial madness that had just blasted away Liang Shi swept over with a low voice, and as soon as his body arrived, the fierce palm print slammed towards Liang Shi again.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaoyi hurriedly took a step forward, and a spiritual power swept out, and then, his right fist was clenched, and the Xuanzhong hammer rushed out without hesitation.

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