In the midst of the giant trees of the forest, a fierce tornado was born for no reason. Flying sand and rocks, the color of the sky and the earth changed, it was still a sunny day, and the clouds were thicker and thicker, almost accumulating on the top of several people's heads.

And this eye of the storm is the skinny Han Laoqi.

This style is the mastery in Bai Yougui's "Commentary on the Maitreya Sutra with a Knife": the technique of holding a knife.

Han Laoqi's originally dark red and withered muscles and veins were now flowing with magma, and his whole person was extremely terrifying scarlet, and his eyes were like balloons that had swelled to the limit, and they could burst at any time.

And as Han Laoqi's vitality condensed and became stronger, Li Wuxiong's knife became faster and faster, and his life's cultivation was vividly and vividly. On the one hand, he has the intention of not being willing to lose the upper hand, and secondly, Han Laoqi is at this critical moment of condensation, and it is difficult to protect Han Laoqi's life by making a slight mistake, since Han Laoqi was born when he was in danger, Li Wuxiong will never let down the righteousness of a chivalrous gentleman!

The strange man has an iron wall, and his life is not in danger for a while. But he is not an ordinary person, and he recognized the origin of Han Laoqi's moves at a glance and couldn't help but be surprised.

The strange man couldn't imagine that this secret technique of the Eastern Realm would be spread in the Central Plains, and he was surprised and knew that it was powerful. But his deity was really difficult to relieve the dilemma of carrying the night knife in a short time, so he secretly sneaked a shadow into the ground. The strange people were so heartfelt that they actually showed Li Wuxiong the clues. Li Wuxiong also knew that this move must be aimed at Han Laoqi, and he slashed his heart into the ground with a change of direction with the night knife. The black lightning wrapped the heavenly fire, and instantly saw the black and yellow earth into a deep ditch nearly a foot deep. But Li Wuxiong's change of tactics opened his chest widely. The weirdo seized the opportunity and smashed a punch into Lee's ribs.

Although Li Wuxiong was attacked a few times before, after all, he was blocked, and he fell a little embarrassed, but there was no major problem on his body. This time, it was he who knew that the pseudo-tiger would definitely punch, and he was unstoppable. This punch almost killed him, and the blame is only that every style of this night knife technique is a killing move, and there is never advance or retreat, there is attack and no defense, and after exerting his full strength, his body is as fragile as a thin silk, and only one empty moment can make himself die without a place to be buried. Just now, he forcibly changed his moves, messed up his position, and solved the invulnerable attack with the night knife on his own, which was already a sure defeat.

Li Wuxiong flew upside down and crashed into a boulder, coughing up blood.

But the slash with the night knife didn't completely cut off the evil shadow of the stranger. The shadow was covered in green smoke, and it hit Han Laoqi directly.

At this time, Ma Qing was scolding him behind Han Laoqi for fighting for his life at every turn, ignoring his eldest brother's plan. But although he has a cheap mouth, he values brotherly righteousness. What's more, Li Wuxiong and Han Laoqi have never had much friendship, but he gave up his life to save Han Laoqi, where does he, the eldest brother, have the reason to stand by and watch.

The shadow showed his figure and grabbed Han Laoqi's face door with one claw, but he slapped the horse with a silver gun and killed it with a good hand. The black shadow was pierced by the silver spear, turning into dozens of turquoise firebirds fleeing in all directions. Ma Qing took a sip of foam and was furious: Nima's Han Lao Qi has done everything to harm me! The bright silver spear in his hand did not stop, and dozens of gun shadows aimed at each firebird, and in a few breaths, the green fireworks were sprinkled all over the air. Ma Qing played a spear flower and rushed towards the strange man again.

The first move is the strongest move, the overlord throws the gun.

No matter how strong the strange man was, he still didn't dare to take it hard, and dodged sideways. Ma Qing changed his fall to a thorn and stabbed the strange man in the eye with one shot.

But weirdos are nothing to mess with. Li Wuxiong, who took the Qiyang Cleansing Pill, also had to rely on the subtlety of his moves to barely get a draw, Ma Qing's cultivation is not low, but the worst thing is that his marksmanship is rough, and the connection between the moves is not tight. The strange man has just learned the unparalleled sword technique in the world, and then looking at this clumsy marksmanship, his intuition is full of flaws. The left hand tried a few times with one hand before grabbing the tip of the bright silver spear.

The strange man's hand was full of force, thinking that the gun must be broken in two, but he didn't want the bright silver gun to move.

He was shocked in his heart, and said secretly: Such a divine weapon is actually ruined by this kind of child.

Then the strange man's wrist flicked, and Ma Qing's hand was as stinging as fire, and he was thrown away.

The strange man raised the head of the silver spear and immediately arrived, just as he wanted to smash Ma Qing's head with one shot to end the trouble. But a red shadow deceived and slammed into him, striking an inch below his sword protrusion, which was exactly what the ribs could not protect, and where the liver of the five organs was located. The strange man's vitality soared, but he still misestimated the ferocity of this punch, and he was shaken away.

This red shadow is the essence of the Maitreya Sutra with the sword. His muscles and bloodlines all burst out suddenly, and there was a faint blood-red light around his body, where did he look like Maitreya, it was clearly a hellish Shura.

With one successful blow, Han Laoqi's dozens of punches hit the joints and acupuncture points everywhere like a storm. The strange man retreated again and again, dragging a stump hand to parry, but was forced back again and again by Han Laoqi.

Ma Qing, who was rolling on the ground, and Li Wuxiong, who was motionless on the ground, both stood up and looked at Han Laoqi, who was usually unknown, and was a hero. The surprise in Li Wuxiong's heart far surpassed that of Ma Qing, and he secretly said that the unknown boy of the Han family actually has such skills, could it be that I underestimated the children of Qingjiang?

Han Laoqi's every move is clear-eyed, and it is obviously a real skill that has endured hardships and practiced, which is far more solid and neat than Ma Qing's three-legged cat kung fu. And after using "Maitreya holding the knife", Han Lao, who was already born with divine power, is bound to open up mountains and seas. The cultivation of strange people is also a fierce and incomparable path, and his lifelong cultivation is all on the muscles, bones, skin and flesh, but he still can't compare to Han Laoqi.

The strange man punched Han Laoqi head-on, but he couldn't resist Han Laoqi's might, and took half a step back. It was this retreat, the courage was lost, and Han Laoqi flew up and kicked on the strange man's lower abdomen.

The strange man had no tricks to solve, no power to borrow, and he was beaten more than ten feet away.

As soon as the strange man bounced away, Han Laoqi smashed the iron chain on Zeng Dawei's body with a hand knife. The chains were broken, and they were draped over the back of Zeng Dawei like a shawl, and they had long been no longer a prison shackle. But I dared to look like I was lost and depressed, and I still didn't dare to move.

Han Laoqi grabbed the collar of Zeng Dawei and shook it vigorously, shouting: Get up and stand up for me!

Zeng dared to look at his eyes and his leg bones were all removed, and he couldn't even stand steadily. Han Laoqi really couldn't, so he threw Zeng Dawei and his dark red coffin to Ma Qing's side with a flank from afar. No matter how simple Han Laoqi was, his face also showed disdain, this loss of strength was really not small, and he dared to roll seven or eight times for Gollum before he settled down.

"Big brother, I'll leave it to you!"

Ma Qing was not seriously injured, and immediately a carp sat up. He rolled over and sat on the chest of the "corpse" he had dared to be, rubbing his hands in his face. Zeng dared to think that even if his facial features were deformed, he still ignored anyone. Ma Qing was really angry, and gave a punch to his cheek.

Ma Qing was angry, this Nima's own subordinates were a Nima's lifeless, a Nima's shameless, who did he complain to when he was the eldest brother. He glanced at Li Wuxiong, who was dying in the distance, and his eyes suddenly froze.

Ma Qing didn't dare to forget the purpose of this trip for a moment, and the second and third uncles repeatedly told Li Wuxiong that he would never live. Now that Zhao Boyan has returned to the West, there is no helper by his side. If Li Wuxiong is sound, Ma Qing asked himself that there is no chance of winning alone. But if you hum now!

Ma Qing took out a few steel nails from his waist, hid them in his sleeves, and slowly leaned over.

Li Wuxiong was seriously injured, and he barely managed to sit up with his hands on the ground. When I tried to stand again, my ribs hurt heartbreakingly, and I could only lie back gasping for breath. In the battle just now, he used the night knife technique with all his might, and the medicinal effect of the Yang Cleansing Pill had faded cleanly, and the vitality on his body was also depleted. And the side effects of this pill are slowly becoming apparent. Li Wuxiong is not only weak in his hands and feet at the moment, but his five senses are also slowly fading, and it is absolutely difficult to move again if he does not take hundreds of breaths well. But the worst thing is that his ribs are broken a lot, and his meridians are also quite damaged, even if he has time to recuperate, he can't meditate and breathe.

Ma Qing could see that Li Wuxiong's meridians were disordered, and said in his heart: It is the time for my generation to succeed.