The reflection of the innocent world of the white paper blessed land reflects the heart, for the three of them each have their own gains, but the most disadvantaged is Chu Shi Shanhe, although Chu Shi Shanhe has gained a trace of the evolution of the world, but by the Emperor Yuan Hall and the people of the human race to see part of their true heart, overall it is still a loss.

"It's just us now?" Zhang Fuzhi said and bent down to caress the white snow deer snuggled beside him, and the moment his fingers touched the white snow deer antlers, the snow deer turned into a little white star and disappeared.

"Even if you tear yourself down, you should be fine, right?" Chu Shishanhe said with a smile.

Mr. Storyteller's white jade folding fan folded and tapped his palm to express his approval, and suddenly the white jade folding fan in Mr. Storyteller's hand turned into a snow-white long sword, and his clothes may turn cyan.

The sword is the gentleman in the weapon. Without a sword, how could he, the titular master, not be proficient in that.

Chu Shi Shanhe stepped forward and sheathed a finger, this move was first born from the real dragon clan's third prince's swordsmanship, and now it has been completely changed by Chu Shi's mountain and river demons, but there is still the shadow of the third prince of the dragon's swordsmanship in his bones.

Zhang Fuzhi completely opened the quaint boxing fight, and the sharp and incomparable fist style burst out without any covering, forming a vacuum around Zhang Fuzhi. Zhang Fuzhi in this state, no matter from that angle, he couldn't succeed in sneak attacking, because as long as he touched the Dao, the countless fierce fist winds would be sensed by Zhang Fuzhi in an instant. Of course, the way to crack it is also very simple, that is, the supreme fist that Wufu respects, 'one force to ten meetings'.

Everyone is ready, but no one is the first to make a move, the three of them are dueling, the camps are different, although the first one to shoot can take the lead, but it will also expose weaknesses to others. So right now, all three of them are waiting for an opportunity.

The opportunity to completely pull the three into the battle without anyone to sit back and enjoy it.

Above the blue sky of the unsullied world, the blue sky and tomorrow coexist with dark clouds and lightning. The dark clouds in the northern sky flickered and thunder crackled, but no thunder and lightning fell. Of course, waiting for the thunder and lightning to fall, I don't know if there is Chu Shishanhe alone.

Finally, a moment later, there was a loud roar, and a thunderbolt as thick as a millstone fell and collapsed a mountain.

And at that time, the three figures suddenly rushed forward.

The ultimate in the middle speed of the three is none other than the calm Zhang Fuzhi.

Zhang Fuzhi went straight to the track of Mr. Storyteller, smashed it with a fist, and if there was a force of all kinds, the thunder roared and the thunder that fell to the dark clouds overlapped, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was the sound of fists or the sound of thunder that shook people's lungs.

Mr. Storyteller was originally a straight sword thrust, and when he saw Zhang Fuzhi's foot on the thunder attack, he turned the sword back with his wrist, and at the same time bent and stretched his left arm to support the sword body. took Zhang Fuzhi's punch.

But the power of this punch is too huge, even if Mr. Storyteller is not directly shocked back a few steps to stabilize his body.

Just as Mr. Storyteller stood firm, Chu Shishanhe slashed straight over.

The black knife in the hands of the patriarch Shanhe is called Zhu He, which is made by decapitating the black devil with hundreds of heads and materials exchanged for the Emperor Yuan Palace, although Mr. Storyteller has not really seen it with his own eyes, but the classics of the Emperor Yuan Palace, Mr. Storyteller really saw it. Although the black knife Zhu He was defeated with the decapitation of the black devil 'On the Dao', he became a weapon of reason, and the mystery of the blade was worn out and faded, but it still possessed an incomparable degree of solidity and sharpness. In the hands of the martial artists of the Nine Realms, it is still not a problem to kill a king of the same realm.

The storyteller pinched the trick with his left hand, and countless talismans appeared behind him, rushing towards the mountains and rivers of Chu Shi.

The patriarch Shanhe continued to inject spiritual power into Zhu Heli, bursting out with a stronger sword qi and slashing at Mr. Storyteller. But in the endless talismans, it still slowly shifted its direction. The storyteller also retreated, dodging the blow.

After successfully receiving the two blows that can be called full strength, the storyteller said stupidly: "Fortunately, at that time, I had to help me live or die after the inscription talisman was painted, but I lost so much at once, how to explain it when the time comes." ”

After Chu Shishanhe missed, he looked at Zhang Fuzhi, who was close at hand, and looked crazy, wanting to join forces with him.

However, what was waiting was not a nod, but a volley kick that Zhang Fuzhi turned around and flipped, but fortunately, Chu Shi Shanhe was on guard, and he bent down and dodged over.

Zhang Fuyi missed the air and swept back rapidly, and just after he left, a sword light slashed diagonally.

Seeing this scene, Zhushi Shanhe didn't feel a little cold on his back, and hurriedly rolled out on his side, and at the same time, the ground exploded, and a beam of red red flames rushed straight into the sky, obviously the handwriting of the storyteller.

"Iron Pawn, Crossing the River": Zhang Fu snorted coldly, and in front of the mountains and rivers of the closest teachers to him, he hammered out with a punch, as if he had the power of ten thousand jun, and hit the hearts of the mountains and rivers of the masters.

"Ouch, I'm wondering!" The mountains and rivers of the masters insisted on Zhu He, leaned over and pressed their arms against the back of the knife, and collided with Zhang Fuzhi's fist with the blade.

The moment the sharp Zhu He collided with Zhang Fuzhi's fist, the fist and the sword light were staggered, but in an instant, the ground within a radius of 100 meters under the feet of the two of them instantly turned into powder, and it collapsed for six or seven meters.

The storyteller silently raised his sword again, pinched it with his left hand, several yellow talismans did not stop, and with his right hand holding the sword, he stepped on the wind. There are still more than 30 meters away from the two of them, and Mr. Storyteller brazenly took out his sword, the sword light and the talisman blended, and the power increased sharply.

"Fucking stinking storytellers, come down for me." A huge palm suddenly appeared behind Mr. Storyteller, trying to slap him straight back to the ground.

Mr. Storyteller turned around and swept his long sword, directly pulling his palm to cut off.

"Iron Pawn: Descending from the Sky!"

A whisper came from the top of his head, and as soon as the storyteller looked up, he saw that dozens of 'Zhang Fuzhi' appeared in mid-air, his left foot was slightly bent, and his right foot fell from the sky as a front, and the range was hundreds of meters, and it was destined that Mr. Storyteller had nowhere to escape, so he could only take Zhang Fuzhi's kick.

A puff of smoke and dust dissipated, and Mr. Storyteller had been beaten back to the ground, and not far away, Zhang Fuzhi had already attacked dozens of times with Zhushi Shanhe.

Mr. Storyteller patted the dust on his body, wanting to sweep it out again.

Obviously, Zhang Fuzhi is taking the path of pure martial arts, and what he is best at is personal meat. And even if the mountains and rivers of the divisions have to take the path of pure martial arts, they have to be both physical, and the ability to fight hand-to-hand is not bad, plus now that the mountains and rivers of the divisions have opened their wings, the strength of the winged demon clan will be improved to varying degrees, from the opening of the wings of the mountains and rivers of the divisions to the present, Mr. Storyteller has never received the information that he spreads his wings in battle.

And Mr. Storyteller seems to only practice the Fa himself, and he obviously suffers from hand-to-hand combat with these two guys.

However, Zhang Fuzhi's road, the more Mr. Storyteller looked, the more familiar he became, and finally asked: "The sixteen generals of the Terran Ink Shadow will ride?" Are you an 'Iron Pawn'? ”