Although Lu Bei's strength is good, but it is a big gap from Ao Deng, Ao Deng can completely suppress him with only sixty percent of his strength, as for Song Ying'er, in fact, the silver needle cannot hurt Ao Deng's copper skin and iron bones, only to deal with his joints, but Ao Deng has instinctive protection for the joints, and it is not easy to accurately stab him.

The two of them are so uselessly contained, so how can they get close to Ao Deng?

Thousands of thoughts converge in the brain, separate, fuse, one by one the strategy in the mind, annihilated, just when thinking, Ao Deng has a knife to repel Lubei's attack, ghost-like continue to pounce, Lubei was forced to retreat again and again, the knife momentum is also chaotic.

Fang Ling's secret path was not good, he roared loudly, and forcibly raised the qi of heaven and earth to the realm of ten percent, such an ascension, although he could perform ten percent cultivation in a short period of time, but the damage to the body was extremely great, and the internal injuries would quickly aggravate.

It's just that at this critical juncture in front of him, Fang Ling no longer has the heart to think about the consequences, once his cultivation is improved, his body is suddenly as light as a wild goose, he flicked his body, fell behind Ao Deng in a few steps, and slashed away with a knife.

Ao Deng spun like a spinning top, kicked Lu Bei out with one kick, and at the same time slashed back with a knife.

Fang Ling knew the power of his sword, and didn't dare to fight with him, a short body, the sword went straight up and up, Ao Deng's reaction was surprisingly fast, the knife momentum changed quickly, and he accurately stopped the sword, and the powerful shock force crushed the floor under Fang Ling's feet.

There was a thousand catties of force from the knife, Fang Ling was difficult to get out, and was pressed to kneel on one knee, and at the same time, he flicked his fingers with his other hand, "Huh-hea-" Five finger arrows followed one after another, forcing back Lubei who wanted to come to the rescue.

"A silver lining!"

Song Ying'er shouted, a rise and fall was only three or four zhang away from Ao Deng, the flying sleeves were lightly raised, the jade fingers flicked, and one silver needle came out of the sleeve, like a puff of silver rain, shooting directly at Ao Deng's left arm.

With a wave of his hand, Ao Deng's thick palm shook the silver needles that shot away, however, this thread of heaven technique was not so easy to crack.

A line of heaven is another killer move of Song Ying'er's silver needle technique, after countless silver needles are shot, on the surface, it seems to be a purposeless journey, but halfway through the needle, it will suddenly change its trajectory and stab at the same target.

Although Ao Deng has strong combat power and combat instinct, he can't completely correct the judgment of such a complex and exquisite secret weapon technique, although he shattered the silver needle aimed at his left arm, but in fact, the target of all the silver needles is the inner elbow of his right arm holding the knife!

At the moment when he shook the silver needle, the remaining silver needle suddenly changed direction, and its speed suddenly doubled, and it was densely pierced into Ao Deng's right arm.

Ao Deng was not surprised, but he obviously felt the crisis brought by the silver needle, and had to withdraw his hand, and the horizontal knife stopped countless silver needles, and at the same time, his left palm with a strong palm force towards Fang Ling, who was half-kneeling on the ground.

As soon as the pressure on the knife was retracted, Fang Ling hurriedly retreated, avoiding the palm force, and at the same time glanced at Song Ying'er gratefully, if it weren't for her help, it would be difficult to retreat with her whole body.