"Hmph, aren't you going too far!"

Zhuo Tian's face was slightly cold, these people were simply unreasonable.

The man in the yellow shirt grinned wickedly and said, "I don't think it's too much! ”

"Too much deception!" Ye Shan's straightforward temperament couldn't help it all of a sudden, and he stepped forward quickly, because there was no sharp sword in his hand, he directly hugged his fist and rushed straight into the chest of the man in the yellow shirt.

Ye Shan is now also the strength of the third stage of the sword element, and the vitality is condensed on the two fists, like a wild horse, like a wild horse, the momentum is like a surge, and the fist is like a tiger roaring, bringing up the sound of hunting and breaking through the air.

Bang!

The man in the yellow shirt sneered, didn't move, his body was dyed with a yellow mang, and with a wave of one hand, a yellow sword was blocked horizontally in front of his chest, the gold and stone were staggered, and Ye Shan's pair of flesh fists hit the yellow sword on the body.

A muffled snort.

Syllable!

Before Hayama could react, the man in the yellow shirt raised his foot and kicked it again, and the strong wind overflowed, swept Hayama's chest violently, and kicked him away.

"Poof..."

Ye Shan reluctantly spat out a mouthful of blood, wanting to scream angrily, but heard the man in the yellow shirt laugh and said, "You must be too arrogant, don't you want to knock me down with a pair of fleshy palms?" ”

The man in the yellow shirt flicked his sword, the body of the sword was yellow, and the air rattled. Be the first to update

"Hayama, we can't fight them now, the big husband can bend and stretch, there is no need to mess around with them like this!" Fu Dahai helped Hayama and persuaded.

"But they took the initiative to provoke us, Daddy said, a manly man stands up to the sky, how can he do such a!" Ye Shan argued, and Fu Dahai was a little speechless for a while.

Who doesn't want to stand up to the sky, and who naturally likes to nest, but now the situation is strong!

"This self-defeating guy has been cleaned up, there are still two of you left, who will come first!" The man in the yellow shirt laughed.

Fu Dahai shrank his head and looked at Zhuo Tian, but found that the latter's face was gloomy to the extreme.

"Get out!" Zhuo Tian snorted lightly, his voice was not loud, but he roared out with Yuan Li, and it really reached the ears of the disciples surrounding them.

He was not such a domineering person, but others had already bullied him to the face, and he had bullied Ye Shan so shamelessly, when he had no strength at all, he dared to fight for his life with Wu Ming, and now he had the slightest fear.

There is also this man in a yellow shirt, if he defeats Ye Shan purely with his strength, it will be fine, and he will defeat him with a long sword, and he will be proud and insulted. More and faster chapters are here.

Is it tolerable or unbearable!

"Heh, little third son, what did you just hear him say, get out? Was he talking to me? The man in the yellow shirt plucked out his ears and asked in surprise at the man on his right.

The thief-eyed guy named Xiao Sanzi rolled his eyes, flew forward, stretched out a thin hand and grabbed Zhuo Tian, and shouted gloomily: "Dare to say to our eldest brother Yuan, get out, boy, you are going to die today!" ”

Zhuo Tian smiled coldly, the black shadow in his right hand flashed, and a black sword immediately appeared in his hand, and the horizontal sword was blocked, and the long sword wrapped in black cloth suddenly appeared in front of him, and a pair of dry hands of the little third son grabbed the black sword.

Before he could realize that something was wrong, Zhuo Tian's long sword shook, and the vitality burst out from above, and Xiao Sanzi felt a sharp pain in his hands, as if he had been bitten by ants.

Zhuo Tian kicked in the air again, with the rolling vitality and the sound of hunting wind, and kicked him directly in the chest, knocking him out a few feet away!

The same moves, the same means, it's just the same!

It's just a different person acting out it!

And Zhuo Tian's hand is obviously heavier than the man in the yellow shirt, at least now this guy named Xiaosan can't lift himself a little.

"Yuan San!" The man in the yellow shirt shouted, but Yuan San spurted out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

The man in the yellow shirt burst into green muscles, gritted his teeth at Zhuo Tian and said, "Boy, dare to hurt my brother, you are looking for death!" ”

As soon as he stepped down, the dark clouds on Zhuo Tian's face also dissipated a lot, and he shrugged his shoulders and said: "I don't use much strength, it's the same as the strength of your hands, it's just that this guy's body is too weak!" ”

"Dare to hit my brother Yuanfeng, you are the first!" The yellow-shirted man named Yuan Feng gritted his teeth. More and faster chapters are here.

Zhuo Tian pursed his lips and said lightly: "There will be many in the future!" ”

Yuan Feng laughed angrily, his figure flashed, the yellow sword flickered, stabbed out angrily, and shot towards Zhuo Tianbiao, the speed was extremely fast.

"The yellow sand flies away, as fast as thunder, as fast as a meteor!"

Everyone only felt suffocated and exclaimed.

"Brother Yuan is angry, is that guy dead, no one can stop such a fast sword!"

"This is Brother Yuan's famous stunt, the yellow sand flies away, it's really powerful, if only I could make such a fast sword one day!"

Zhuo Tian stood there calmly, looking at the flying figure, pouting, full of disdain, waiting quietly. More and faster chapters are here.

Seeing that Zhuo Tian was motionless, Ye Shan hurriedly shouted: "Brother Zhuo, go quickly, his sword is too fast!" ”

Fu Dahai was even more cold in his heart, could it be that his efforts have been in vain these days, he even forgot to understand Zhuo Tian's fighting character, how can he live like this.

"This is also called a fast sword, it is purely a body technique, and the sword dance is too slow!"

Zhuo Tian snorted lightly, compared to the first sword of the Pure Yang Three Swords, the Pure Yang Chu Move, this Yuan Feng's sword move was too slow.

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Under the early morning sunset, a black light suddenly flashed, like a touch of black lightning, and suddenly cleaved down.

The air is full of cold, and there is billowing heat, hot and cold, which makes people feel like falling into ice and fire.

Yuan Feng's body slowed down, a little disgusted with this hot and cold environment, and wanted to leave first, but he moved under him, but found that something had been pressed against his neck.

The chill that shot out of it made him shiver.

Yuan Feng has been cultivating since he was a child, and the agility of the martial artist made him react at once, he can't move now, otherwise he will inevitably be beheaded by this thing that shoots out a cold light.

When he raised his eyes, he found that a figure was already standing in front of him, his face was pale.

Wow!

Everyone gasped, Zhuo Tian's sword was even faster than Yuan Feng's!

"You should take back your boring trick!" Zhuo Tian held the black sword against Yuan Feng's throat and asked.

"No way, how can you be faster than me!" Yuan Feng didn't believe that he had lost in the quick sword move!

"It's said that your sword is too slow, where is it a little fast!" Zhuo Tian said impatiently, this guy is completely relying on his own speed, but the sword is a mess.

"Alright, let's go, we're going to eat!" Zhuo Tian hit Yuan Feng's mouth with a sword wrapped in black cloth, then withdrew the sword and urged.

Yuan Feng was stunned for a long time, but he still didn't react that he was defeated, and when Zhuo Tian was about to leave with the happy sea and Ye Shan, he finally reacted.

His face was cold, and he lost all his face today, and ordered angrily: "Surround them, he is the only one who is powerful, I don't believe that so many of us can't stand him!" ”