The three hall masters of Flying Tiger Village!

The powerhouse of the Seven Grades and Eight Heavens - 'Smiling Tiger' Luo Biao!

There are two people on the left and right on each side.

The four of them are all big leaders of the Eight Grades of Cultivation.

The last position on the right is Niu Er.

Hundreds of Flying Tiger Village bandits have surrounded more than 100 remnants of the Kiba.

Look at the crowd in the field like trapped beasts.

Luo Biao waved his hand disdainfully.

Except for a big boss in the late stage of Bapin, he didn't leave.

The other three were killed with knives.

Especially Niu Er is the hardest-working.

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On the platform of the walled gate.

Luo Biao suddenly sighed.

"Which one in the crowd is Li Jiaerlang?"

"That's right, it's him!"

"It is rumored that Li Erlang is not proficient in martial arts, it seems that the rumors are really not credible!" Luo Biao frowned when he heard this, and looked at Li Yisong's eyes, with some doubts in his complexity.

Under the roof.

Niu Er is an eight-rank martial artist.

Carrying a wide-backed machete, he rushed from far and near, and indeed looked like a brute bull pushing everything!

The Kiba guard gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Five or six guards were knocked away one after another, lying on the ground wailing in pain.

Niu Er still has some conscience.

There was no killing of these ordinary guards.

Look at the beastly Niu Er.

Yao Xingan clenched the lancet in his hand, and stepped forward with a gloomy face to meet Niu Er, Niu Er's strength was no worse than him!

If Niu Er rushes into the formation.

The consequences are unimaginable!

Yao Xing'an didn't have time to think about it, his feet hurriedly touched the ground, and rushed towards the attacking Niu Er at full speed.

Seeing that the two are about to meet each other!

Yao Xing'an's body jumped up suddenly, deftly swept over Niu Er's head, and slashed at Niu Er's back when he turned over.

A thin lancet brings up a string of blood beads!

Niu Er glared at Yao Xing'an angrily, "Old Yao, are you crazy?" You have to fight to the death with me! Isn't it good to follow me to fly to Tiger Village? ”

"your grandmother, labor and management are not traitors!" Yao Xing'an killed again.

The two fought but two together.

The other two big leaders under Luo Biao raised their knives and pressed up.

In an instant, a three-by-one situation was formed.

No one noticed.

Li Yisong's momentum is rising.

Li Yi let go of the Tianshui Knife, turned his head to look at Fan Laosi, and said, "Niu Er stabbed you in the back, and I will give you its head to relieve your hatred!" ”

Fan Laosi was puzzled.

Li Yisong snorted coldly in a low voice: "Yao Xing'an, flash--open!" ”

Yao Xing, who was in the fierce battle, made a big alarm bell, and subconsciously listened to Li Yisong's order to roll on the spot.

Get out of the three-man siege!

Almost at the same time!

A strange red mang swept out of Li Yisong's hand.

Knife gas!

Accompanied by a terrible scream.

Stump and severed arm

Great head

Brush brush fly!

Wait for Yao Xing'an to get up and look back.

Li Yisong didn't know when he was already standing among the three.

As for the three big leaders of Flying Tiger Village.

It's no longer humanoid!

Li Yi let go and still pressed on the Tianshui knife.

It was as if it had never been pulled out.

[Realm Ascension: Seven Grades and One Heavy Heaven]

Li Yisong pressed the knife, his eyes were like electricity, and he looked at Luo Biao on the balcony from afar.

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On the platform of the walled gate.

looked at the three subordinates who were in different places in an instant.

Luo Biao's face changed.

"Hall Master, this guy turned out to be the seventh grade?" The big boss next to him was dumbfounded.

"Hmph, it's just a little guy who has just entered the seventh grade." Luo Biao's eyes became more and more vicious, and he bent his knees fiercely on the ground, pulled out his big knife and rose into the sky.

The sword is as good as a match.

In the rainstorm, it is like a green dragon coming out of the water.

Add a bit of power!

Li Yisong sneered with a knife.

Feihu Village is famous in Lanzhou for its Liuhe knife method.

The knife technique is fierce and domineering.

After the knife is released, it is unstoppable.

Luo Biao's talent is very good, and his cultivation is indeed not low.

But for Li Yisong, who has a system.

Luo Biao's knife skills are too heavy.

There is more than type, but not enough.

The Liuhe knife method can only be counted as a knife technique in his hands at most.

It's still far from the realm of sword art.

Pity!

Even if he is not good at swordsmanship.

After more than ten years of penance, he never showed any fatal flaws in the battle.

With seven grades and eight heavenly cultivators, he is Luo Biao.

Even if he slowly consumes with Li Yisong, Li Yisong will not get a good end.

As for another charged slash?

Facing Luo Biao, who had already been on guard in his heart, Li Yisong's knife was difficult to work.

Li Yisong's mind flowed.

looked at Luo Biao who came with the momentum of thunder.

I have a plan in mind!

It's just to break the game, and he doesn't have to kill him, although he can't kill Luo Biao for the time being.

It doesn't mean that he can't win!

looked at Luo Biao, who was about to be cut down from mid-air.

Li Yisong's eyes became more and more cold, his legs stepped heavily on both sides, and his hands pressed Tianshui to slowly twist his waist.

Such as a thousand-year-old tree that takes root on the ground.

Hold the knife and turn the waist!

Li Yisong carried the true qi of his whole body.

Draw the knife homeopathically!

The majestic power pushed Li Yisong from the heel to the top and cut out Tianshui!

Zheng!

The unsheathed Tianshui knife let out a burst of groans!

Half a waning moon in the sky!

Knife Kill!

Luo Biao raised his knife and landed on the ground with a calm face.

Boom!

Meet at close quarters!

Whether it is the mountain bandits of Feihu Village or the guards of Xinglong Wood Farm.

They all held their breath in unison.

This level of sword duel is not so easy to see.

Li Yisong's knife technique is as fast as ever!

Lightning-fast!

Li Yisong's movements are also consistently concise!

Out of the knife, put away the knife, in one go, without the slightest drag.

In the hands of Li Yisong, the terrifying killing technique was interpreted into a very visually stunning battlefield art.

Li Yisong still hasn't made a second cut.

Click!

After landing on the ground, Luo Biao's face changed suddenly.

The figure retreated again and again.

The onlookers have not yet seen the reason.

I saw that the wide-backed machete in his hand was broken crisply!

Wow!

The crowd was in an uproar.

Yao Xingan's eyes were full of excitement.

Childe is mighty!

Luo Biao's face was gloomy, "What a treasure knife that sharpens iron like clay!" ”

Li Yisong pressed the knife and hurried.

The Tianshui knife was unsheathed again, and the knife was like a storm.

Luo Biao held the broken knife in his hand and switched from offense to defense.

Laugh at!

Luo Biao's broken knife was half a cut short after all.

Li Yisong slashed off a piece of flesh from Luo Biao's body.

Luo Biao was even angrier in his heart.

The disadvantage of the weapon put him at a disadvantage in an instant!

Luo Biao rolled on the spot.

Throw away the knife and pick up the iron knife scattered next to it.

The next moment-

The Tianshui knife has swept to Luo Biao's waist!

"Made!"

Luo Biao immediately blocked with a horizontal knife.

Click!

The already inferior iron knife was broken in response.

Luo Biao rolled out towards the nearby corpse again with a blue face.

Another blade in his hand!

Li Yisong's body shook, strode forward, and blocked Luo Biao's way at a faster speed.

Heaven and water fall!

Luo Biao blocked in a panic, and the iron blade in his hand broke again.

"!"

Luo Biao abandoned the knife with a gloomy face.

At this moment.

The eyes of everyone in the audience widened.

Especially the people in the Flying Tiger Village, they couldn't believe their eyes, the hall master was the strongest under the old village master, when had they ever been so embarrassed?

The torrential rain continues.

The sky water knife is like a stacked wave, splitting the raindrops that fall like a bead curtain.

The night can't hide the breathtaking sword light, so that everyone in Feihu Village can't help but feel a touch of horror!

Luo Biao's whole body of kung fu is on the knife.

Having lost his weapon, he couldn't stop Li Yisong, who had experienced a hundred battles, at all.

Li Yisong's knife technique in his hand.

The scariest thing is not its speed!

It is like a poisonous snake hidden in the shadows, like an invisible and inaccurate evil ghost, it can appear at any time, in unexpected angles.

Forward, backward, left, or right, Luo Biao was almost cut into a fishing net!

Li Yisong is close to the body, and a knife is faster than a knife!

Everyone saw that Li Yisong was sharp.

No one saw it.

Li Yisong whispered something to Luo Biao when he slashed closely.

Stormy winds.

Silenced the brief conversation between the two.

After an instant.

Li Yisong resolutely withdrew his knife and retreated without looking back.

"Li Jiaerlang is a good method, I admit it with a smile!" Luo Biao stared at Li Yisong's back for a long time with a gloomy face, and finally threw the knife in his hand aside, gritted his teeth and said: "Brothers from Flying Tiger Village, bring the brothers who are killed or wounded, let's withdraw!" ”

The whole battlefield is silent!

Everyone in Flying Tiger Village stared at Luo Biao with wide eyes and incredulity.

The hall master actually admitted defeat?

On the contrary, the Kiba guards became more and more excited, and their eyes were full of enthusiasm when they looked at Li Yisong.

Li Yisong looked around at everyone again, his eyes fell on Fan Laosi, and waved his hand: "Go and invite the best Langzhong, grab the best wound medicine, and ensure the safety of the brothers; The brothers who died in this battle will be given a pension of 100 taels! ”

Wow!

The crowd became more and more excited.

"Childe is benevolent!"

Yao Xing'an took the lead and said loudly.

"Childe is benevolent!"

"Childe is benevolent!"

All the guards knelt on the ground and clenched their fists.

Li Yisong looked at the more than 100 remnants of the Kiba in front of him.

That's what he's doing.

The post-war work was taken care of by Yao Xing'an.