Nadav pounced on Wang Ruhuang, the chain hammer and two fists, which is equivalent to Wang Ruhuang having to deal with three attacks at the same time, and Wang Ruhuang, who can't breathe fire without the metal torch, is like a tiger that has lost its fangs.

Xing Zhaonan wanted to rescue, but it was too late.

After only two moves, Nadav carried Wang Ruhuang's palms stiffly, and the clothes on his chest were directly burned out of two holes by the fiery red palm, and two scorched palm prints appeared on Nadav's chest, but Nadav didn't realize it and punched Wang Ruhuang's head directly.

Wang Ruhuang suddenly felt that his consciousness was blank, and his thinking was like falling into mud, a blank.

The next moment a sense of crisis came, but he couldn't react.

Burst!

The chain hammer smashed Wang Ruhuang's head, and in an instant, red and white things were sprinkled all over the audience!

Wang Ruhuang's body was paralyzed, and he fell to the ground, no longer moving.

"Big brother!"

There was an exclamation from the second floor of an inn, and from these exclamations, it could be heard that the shock was accompanied by a heavy lament.

Then the next moment, the window on the second floor of the inn exploded directly, and a white-haired old man rushed out with a roar, and after landing on the ground, he slammed on the ground, and the whole person hit Nadav like a cannonball.

Nadav looked at the old man inexplicably, and didn't understand why he suddenly attacked him, but the other party's aura cultivation was also a Dacheng realm, and Nadav was never afraid of challenges.

He doesn't take the initiative to deal with the weak, but if the weak want to challenge him, he fights.

It was another dramatic scene, and the onlookers exclaimed, today's scene is getting bigger and bigger, and all the people who end up are Dacheng Realm martial artists, and now there are six people who have left the scene, I don't know if there will be a new Dacheng Realm in the future.

Xiong Er was also surprised by the appearance of the white-haired old man, he silently took a few steps back, although he was brave and reckless, but he was definitely not stupid, now the situation is unknown, let's take a look.

Xing Zhaonan looked at Nadav with a grim face, Wang Ruhuang's death was very troublesome, he and Wang Ruhuang were partners, his partner died, if he didn't make the right response, he would definitely be punished by the three overlords, he didn't want to feel that kind of taste, but if he ran away, he would only die faster.

Xing Zhaonan watched the white-haired old man rush towards Nadav, and faintly expected in his heart that if the white-haired old man could kill Nadav, or if he couldn't seriously injure Nadav, he could go up and mend the knife.

But what about Xiong Er?

Forget it, among the martial marquis, the importance of the partner is much higher than the success of the mission.

Wuhou is different from other intelligence organizations, and its lack of people is its biggest flaw.

Therefore, for people, several upper echelons of the Wuhou organization attach great importance to them.

The white-haired old man had not yet approached, and with one hand in his mouth, a fireball suddenly erupted.

"Fire escape, Hao Fireball Technique!"

A large fireball sprayed directly above Nadaf's head, and Nadav learned the way of Xiong Er and used the chain to blow a gust of wind, and the chain and the chain hammer continued to whirl in the air.

The wind blowing from the iron chain infused with internal force did not directly blow the fireball away, but it also reduced the momentum of the fireball a lot, and when the fireball attacked the iron chain, it was directly stirred into a cloud of sparks by the iron chain.

The white-haired old man's fire attack technique is obviously much stronger than Wang Ruhuang's, and he has played more tricks.

"Fire escape, rocket art!"

I saw more than a dozen rockets shot out of the sleeves of the white-haired old man's wide clothes, and the speed of the rockets was very fast, and the tail shot towards Nadav with black smoke.

Nadav shook the chains, and the chains accurately knocked down all the dozen rockets.

But the middle of these rockets is not solid, but hollow, and as the rockets are slapped to the ground, black oil flows from the inside of the broken rockets.

"Fire escape, the art of the earth fire dragon!"

Hearing the white-haired old man's low roar, a fiery dragon struck Nadav along the ground.

The fire dragon was constantly jumping and jumping on the ground.

Regardless of his destructive power.

This song alone is more brilliant than all the previous Dacheng Realm shots.

This is how it feels to be the way that the wild people of the far island in the east are good at using.

Could this white-haired old man be a widow from the east?

This judgment appeared in the hearts of many onlookers, both openly and secretly.

Liu Xin has read thousands of books since he was a child. He also has a taste for the history of the island to the east of Jeongyang Kingdom.

The martial arts that are good at over there are a kind of thing called "ninjutsu".

But it's more of a trick like charlatanism, and it's not on the table.

But the white-haired old man in front of him had obviously developed this technique to the limit.

At least in terms of ornamentality, it has been developed to the extreme.

The fire dragon that was constantly jumping and expanding on the ground looked extremely powerful.

Nadav frowned at this scene, he reached out and pulled the chain hammer back, and then violently injected internal force and smashed it downward.

The Northern Barbarians' moves are basically nameless, and they rely on strong internal strength, strong bodies, and straight attacks.

This time it was like a big knife more than ten meters long and slashed the ground.

The bluestone bricks on the ground were cut in two.

Fragments of rubble flew into the sky at once.

The fire dragon smashed on its back and exploded in place because it lost its path forward.

The moment the fire dragon exploded, a cloud of fire sand rushed into its face.

"Fire escape, the art of spark!"

These volcanoes are actually iron eggs, and the hollow cores are filled with fire oil.

Nadav had already guessed that there might be a mystery hidden in the firesand, just like the previous rockets.

Although he is honest, he is not stupid.

The figure retreated sharply backwards, and at the same time flicked the iron chain, blocking all the fluffy fire sand.

All the oil inside the fire sand was spilled out under the attack of the iron chains.

This time, however, the oil was significantly thicker, and much of it was stuck to the chains.

Nadav sensed something in his heart, and suddenly felt bad.

"Fire escape, fire leads to catastrophe!"

With the loud shout of the white-haired old man, a line of fire quickly spread towards Nadav along the chain of the hammer.

Nadav's internal force was infused, and the chains trembled violently.

But the oil was so viscous that it stuck to the chains, and it just couldn't be shaken off.

With just one breath, tongues of fire burned down the chains in front of Nadav.

Nadav had no choice but to discard the chains, which were obviously specially made and extremely hot!

All the steps of the white-haired old man were to snatch the hammer from Nadav's hands.

With the hammer in hand, Nadaf's threat is no different from his bare hands.

"Fire Escape!"

Nadav only felt a fiery aura in front of him, his eyes were full of firelight, and he only heard the roar of the white-haired old five, but in this life, because of his extreme anger, the tone of his voice has changed a little, and Nadav is not from the Central Plains, so he can't hear it very clearly at once, otherwise he may be able to take precautions.

I saw a violent explosion of fire, and not one, but several at the same time.

It was not only the fire, the sound, and the air that exploded, but also some dirt, rubble and bricks.

The mixture of these things made the whole scene chaotic, at least around Nadaf, what he saw and heard was too complicated.

And after a certain fire, the white-haired old man was burning with flames, and he walked briskly and quickly behind Nadav, holding a long-handled knife in his hand.

The knife stabbed Nadav in the heart.

Just when the knife was less than five inches away from Nadav's body, Nadav suddenly turned around.

The casserole-like fist slammed down.

The white-haired old man instantly changed his move, from stabbing to slashing!

This move also changed very quickly, and the white-haired old man had excellent eyesight, and he slashed towards Nadav's wrist accurately.

This sword is so sharp that if he really succeeds in one move, then Nadav's wrist is estimated to be cut off.

However, when the knife slashed up, what he heard was a clash of gold and iron.

Bite!

The white-haired old man fixed his eyes, and at the same time, it did not affect his figure to quickly dodge and retreat!

I saw that the robe at Nadaf's wrist had been cut by the knife, revealing the wrist inside, which was a pair of steel bracers.

The white-haired old man frowned at the steel bracers.

This kind of thing is also used by the warriors of the Central Plains, but it is used relatively rarely.

But at this time, the white-haired old man didn't think too much, but his figure retreated again and again, and he continued to jump on the road.

It's amazingly fast.

Nadav looked up at the bracers, and the next moment he pulled a slender chain from his belt.

At the end of the chain are several knives.

It was his second weapon on spare.

And that's what he's really best at.

Whipping!

Thrown into the sky, a crisp and loud crackling sound spread throughout the street.

The next moment, a whip directly abstracted the white-haired old man.

Because several knives were tied to one end of the whip, the sharp sound of the knives breaking through the wind was like a ghost crying wolf.

The white-haired old man slashed at the end of the iron whip with a knife, and suddenly although he knocked a few knives off during the Mars incident, two of them flew out of the iron whip and flew straight out, drawing an arc and stabbing into the back of the white-haired old man.

The knives tied to the iron edge in Nadav's hand can be controlled by internal force, and with the retraction of internal force, these knives can also fly out freely.

Nadav simply shook his hand and returned to his hand, and then the iron whip was pumped, only to hear a crackling, and the end of the iron edge was thrown towards the white-haired old man, and the speed was amazing!

The white-haired old man put his hands to his mouth, and another fireball erupted.

His figure ran out on the side of the fireball.

The iron whip in Nadav's hand turned, and the end of the iron edge was directly inserted into the fireball, and then with a sharp flick of his wrist, the fireball suddenly exploded from the center.

The explosion swept up the air wave and flew all the rubble on the ground.

Nadaf, who wields an iron whip, has a completely different attack style than the previous hammer, and is more agile and fast.

Although Nadav is more adept at the Iron Whip, he is more ferocious in his hammer attacks, so he usually attacks with a hammer first.

The white-haired old man's movements did not escape Nadav's attention.

The iron whip was whipped towards the white-haired old man.

Although the white-haired old man was a martial artist of the Dacheng Realm, he was already old after all.

Just when the iron whip almost hit the white-haired old man, Xiong Er broke in with a silver spear and knocked the chain away with one shot.

"You're a Northern Barbarian, aren't you?"

Xiong Er's words shocked the audience.

On the other side, Lakshin already showed a look of horror.

If Nadaf's identity is revealed, he may be besieged here.

After all, no matter what happened before, it was also an internal battle between them and the Central Plains, but if a Northern Barbarian intervened, the nature would be different.

Sure enough, at the next moment, Xing Zhaonan's eyes on the other side suddenly lit up.

If this Nadav is a Northern Barbarian, then he can bear less responsibility for Wang Ruhuang's death before.

The battle with the Northern Barbarians is not called a battle, but

War!

How could he blame Xing Zhaonan for the life and death that appeared in the war?

So Xing Zhaonan snorted coldly and roared loudly:

"It turns out that you are a northern barbarian, and you dare to kill me from Zhengyang, I will definitely kill you.

Holy Sect, you and I will join forces to kill him first! ”

Xiong Er didn't pay attention to Xing Zhaonan at all, but just stabbed Nadav fiercely with the silver spear in his hand.

Nadav also sensed that something was wrong, he turned his head and glanced at the chain hammer on the ground, the flame on it had been extinguished, the fire oil was not many after all, and it burned so fiercely, and it must have been consumed quickly.

He couldn't stay any longer, because he had already seen the white-haired old man and Xiong Er attacking him together, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xing Zhaonan also holding a purple gold dagger and staring at him.

This damn bunch of Central Plains people!

Don't talk about martial arts at all!

Nadav was about to retreat, but there was a sound of cracking the air behind him.

With a flick of his wrist, Nadav's whip swept backwards.

The iron whip swept through, and several crossbow arrows were swept in, and even those caught were easily blocked by Nadaf.

When I looked closely, it turned out to be a crossbow arrow shot by Jinyiwei.

But Nadav didn't bother to be angry with them, because Kumaji's silver spear had already stabbed him in the back.

The iron whip slammed out, crackling.

The Iron Whip was less powerful than the Chain Hammer attack, and was easily flapped away by the Silver Spear, the tip of which was still pointed at Nadav's chest.

On the other side, the white-haired old man had already thrown out a number of rockets.

"Young people. Get out of the way! ”

The rockets did not shoot at Nadav, but landed on the ground around Nadav and stuck diagonally there.

The white-haired old man shouted at Xiong Er.

Because the white-haired old man's tone was full of madness and rage, Xiong Er didn't know what he was going to do, so he listened to the old man's words.

Nadav can't let Xiong Er get out easily, but Xiong Er's body method is top-notch, and Nadav can't stop it at all.

Just after Xiong Er withdrew from two or three parts, he heard a white-haired old man roaring there.

"Fire escape, the art of fire kang!"

The rockets around Nadav suddenly erupted into fierce blazing flames.

These fireballs did not even rise towards the sky, but in an extremely oppressive gesture, burning on the ground.

Because the layout of the rocket piercing into the ground is particularly particular, when these flames burned, Nadav was actually encased in it.

The white-haired old man pierced directly into the flames.

Xiong Er couldn't help but feel numb when he saw this scene.

He seemed to have smelled some kind of burnt odor.

The white-haired old man broke into the wall of fire, and although his body was scorched by the flames, there was nothing abnormal about his whole person.

"Fire escape, the art of cremation!"

The white-haired old man broke into the wall of fire, Nadav directly roared and swung a punch, and there was not much space in the wall of fire, and the white-haired old man was categorically unable to block this fist.

And so it turned out.

Bang!

After hearing a very dull sound, the white-haired old man grabbed the hem of Nadav's clothes tightly, and did not look like he wanted to let go at all.

Although his mouth was now full of blood, the Nadav tradition had been lifted again, and then the white-haired old man felt his sternum break with a click.

But the white-haired old man smiled, and he looked at Nadav.

"Die!"

The white-haired old man's voice was no longer so powerful, but those three words still made Nadav deafening.

And a chill rose in my heart.

The next moment, the white-haired old man burst into flames from the inside out.

The white-haired old man's whole body was like a torch, and Nadav, who was caught, was also stained with a lot of flames.

The flames scorched its skin, causing him to feel bone-chilling pain.

Nadav roared angrily, and with a single kick, he kicked the white-haired old man into the flames.

Then he rushed into the flames again, and Xiong Er only saw a fire man penetrate through the wall of fire, and then rolled on the ground several times.

At the same time, a purple-gold sharp cold light flashed, and Xing Zhaonan came to Nadaf's side at some point, and the scorpion dagger in his hand stabbed towards Nadav in the firelight.

Xing Zhaonan's hands were wrapped in a ball of clothes, and it seemed that he had taken off his coat and wrapped it around his hands.

Nadafu was only concerned about how to extinguish the flames on his body at this time, although he also sensed the sharp edge of Xing Zhaonan's stabbing, he could only try his best to dodge, and he couldn't fight back at all.

But at the moment of crisis, he still missed a little, Xing Zhaonan is a disciple of the Five Poisons Sect.

The dagger, though crooked, only hit Nadav in the shoulder.

Such a way is not a serious injury at all for the burly and strong Nadav.

But this dagger was smeared with highly poisonous substances, and as soon as Xing Zhaonan made a move, he immediately retreated, widening the distance between him and Xiong Er.

He looked at Xiong Er vigilantly, and Xiong Er pointed his spear on the ground, his eyes falling on the firelight.

He looked at the last fire prison that the white-haired old man had made.

"The art of cremation, as the name suggests!"

Xiong Er gave such a comment.

On the other side, Nadav was still rolling wildly, constantly extinguishing the flames on his body.

At this time, even if he had the strength and cultivation of the mid-grade Dacheng realm, he didn't have any way to deal with the viscous fire oil.

Nadav roared unwillingly, and as he rolled violently, the flames on his body did show signs of fading.

But suddenly Nadav twitched violently, and a hoarse and unwilling roar came from his throat.

After struggling and convulsing for a few breaths, he gradually stopped moving.

The audience was silent, such a mid-grade Dacheng realm martial artist was burned to death like this.

It is also possible that he was poisoned by Xing Zhaonan's poison.

But it is undeniable that the white-haired old man before relied on the cultivation of a low-grade Dacheng Realm and his strange fire attack technique to successfully seriously injure a mid-grade Dacheng Realm.

This is different from Bear II.

Xiong Er relied on his perverted patriarchal-level martial arts, and at the same time, his martial arts were basically top-level.

With these blessings, he has the strength to cultivate that can rival the mid-grade Dacheng realm.

The white-haired old man, on the other hand, relied entirely on skill.

The emergence of this technique caused some strange thoughts in the hearts of many onlookers.