"Wow~~"

The golden dragon surged, and the two were originally more than ten zhang away from each other, but Xiao Feng's body moved with his palm, and when the palm power fell, the distance was only five zhang, and his left hand quietly drew an arc, and the golden claw shadow rose into the air.

Twelve dragon snatchers!

Zhao Wuliang's eyes flashed with a ghostly light, wanting to control Xiao Feng with incense picking techniques, but not wanting Xiao Feng to roar angrily, the giant dragon came straight to his mind, and instantly broke through countless incense flames.

Heavenly Dragon Dharma Body!

The Tiantai Sect has the strongest body protection supernatural power, which can not only form a body protection qi, but also defend against spiritual shocks.

Listening to Liu Wumei's analysis of Zhao Wuliang before, Xiao Feng had already thought of the tactics of defending against the enemy, and in an instant, the two had changed from fighting each other in the air to close combat.

The Tianli Sect came from the White Lotus Sect in the past, worshipping the childless mother, the good place of the White Lotus Sect, did not inherit the slightest, but all those evil arts were handed down.

In particular, some blood sacrifice techniques require the sacrifice of full moon babies, which is an extremely cruel sect.

Their slogan is:

The Aries came into the world, the cycle of heavenly principles, the vacuum hometown, the lifeless old mother, gave me supernatural powers, and surpassed all sentient beings.

This kind of evil sect crooked technique, practicing to the highest realm, may not be able to enter the right path, but Zhao Wuliang has already fallen into it, and there is no cure for it.

In the past, in the face of ordinary martial arts people, it was natural to be able to catch them, and in the face of Xiao Feng's authentic true qi of Buddhism, and the palm power of the most yang and strong, the more he fought, the more aggrieved he became.

Xiao Feng had dealt with the Tianli Sect and knew the cruelty of the Tianli Sect, so he did not show the slightest mercy to his subordinates.

The eighteen palms of the dragon descended for a moment, and the dragon claws grabbed the vital points around his body, and the fierce battle with Beitang Mo before, and the wonderful tricks that he comprehended in the battle burst out in one go.

Zhao Wuliang has experienced a hundred battles, and his experience is naturally extremely rich, but between recruiting and recruiting, he always feels a little sluggish, and all his palm power is led away by Xiao Feng.

Many tricks that can play miraculous effects in the past will always reveal flaws unconsciously, Xiao Feng's iron palm is swayed casually, and all kinds of tricks are dismantled.

Zhao Wuliang felt very surprised, but if he was given time to think about it carefully, he would find that there was a flaw there, and the loss could be described as convincing.

"Whoosh!"

Zhao Wuliang dodged with a shapeshifter, Xiao Feng strode towards Zhao Wuliang, he was tall and long-legged, one step was equivalent to three steps for ordinary people, and the palm power was waved out, Zhao Wuliang had not stabilized his body, and the palm power of the dragon had already hit.

Xiao Feng not only attacked fiercely, but his defense was extremely tight, not giving Zhao Wuliang the slightest chance to counterattack.

The right hand is like a storm, a turbulent waterfall, and the palm power is like mercury draining the ground, everywhere and everywhere.

The left hand is like the holy hand plucking the pipa, turning the move invisible, and the Buddha's light is like a continuous distant mountain, which is as big as the rigid, and the brilliance is immeasurable.

Zhao Wuliang only felt that he had seen a ghost.

He was born noble, inherited the mysteries, although he is used to hurting people with evil arts, but he is also proficient in the authenticity of the Xuanmen, otherwise he would have already entered the body with evil spirits, and the meridians would have been broken and died.

But the two of them fought thirty or fifty moves, no matter whether they were positive or bad, they would be cracked inadvertently.

Xiao Feng did not rush the palm power, and the shot was not as fast as lightning, but he could always find Zhao Wuliang's flaws at the last moment, and then blasted out a strong move that was masculine to strong, strong and strong, and majestic in response to the flaws.

Zhao Wuliang was blocked by Xiao Feng, and the two assassins behind him were facing Li Yuhan and Tang Zhuquan.

They were two old men.

One was dressed in Suzhou embroidered lake silk and was gorgeously dressed.

A man with a bruised beard and patched robes, and tattered shoes, one of which had a toe exposed.

Rich and Poor Double Killer!

The strongest killer combination in the Hell Dart game.

The rich killer is named Ding Zhaogui, carries thirty-two flying knives with him, and is good at seventy-two devil palms.

The poor killer is named Xiahou Yibang, who has very low requirements for living conditions, and has been a killer for so many years, he has earned millions of taels of silver, but he has saved all of them.

Hell Dart is the craziest killer organization in the world.

After receiving the assignment from the employer, they will send a name post to the target, agreeing on the time of the assassination, so that people can prepare in advance and gather all the forces under their command.

Only in this way can it be convenient to extinguish the door.

The identity of the head of the Hell Dart Bureau is mysterious, and the martial arts are even more mysterious, and the people in the rivers and lakes only know that he is good at swords, and he destroys people at every turn, and almost nothing else is known.

Tang Zhuquan looked at Ding Zhaogui with a big grin.

"I heard that you are good at punches and feet, coincidentally, I am also good at punches and feet, let's compare and see if my fingering is strong, or your palm is stronger."

Ding Zhaogui snorted coldly: "Tang Zhuquan, even if your father sees me, he won't dare to talk like this!" ”

Tang Zhuquan sneered coldly: "My father won't talk nonsense at all when he sees you, he will just take your life neatly, it's easier than killing chickens." ”

The two looked at each other and hated each other, and fought together.

Ding Zhaogui's devil's palm technique is ruthless and vicious, and Tang Zhuquan's five unique soul chasing fingers are profound and subtle, all of which are close to the close combat kung fu, and the palm is unpredictable.

On the other end, Xiahou Yibang held a spear and faced Li Yuhan's sword.

Xiahou Yibang is good at knives, axes, and guns, and he can use anything originally, but Shen Lian is here, even if his opponent is not Shen Lian, he will definitely choose to use a gun.

He is not greedy for money, not lustful, does not like to gamble, has very low requirements for living conditions, and only likes fame.

Xiahou Yibang wants fame.

He wanted to gain an even more ferocious reputation.

His dream is to become the number one killer in the world, and to suppress all the famous gold medal killers such as the Red Sun Dharma King, Sima Blood, and Central Plains Little Red.

Although he knew it was almost impossible, and although his potential had long since been exhausted, he never gave up.

He smiled coldly, and the tip of the gun stabbed Li Yuhan sharply!

One shot, eight styles!

Four shots on the left, four shots on the right!

Although it was not as violent as Shen Lian, it was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole and biting Li Yuhan's throat.

Li Yuhan's family history is stable, and with a slight wave of the sword, he silently broke Xiahou Yibang's eight-style strong moves, and at the same time, the sword swirled and stabbed into his heart.

Li Yuhan's father, Li Guanyu, is the top group of swordsmen of the older generation, and is as famous as Dugu Yihe, Gu Daoren, Xue Yiren and other masters.

If it weren't for Li Guanyu's serious illness in recent years and his body couldn't sustain a long-term battle, Li Yuhan would have taken his father to find Shi Guanyin's lair, and then fought to the death.

Li Guanyu is a famous knight in the world, there are countless swordsman friends in the rivers and lakes, and he has also studied a perfect sword formation, these people rush up, Shi Guanyin has three heads and six arms, and he will definitely die.

With Li Guanyu's serious illness, the burden of Yongcui Villa was on Li Yuhan, who had a lot of experience in the rivers and lakes over the years, and his family swordsmanship had long been perfected.

Xiahou Yibang's marksmanship is certainly good, but after seeing Shen Lian's marksmanship, how could Li Yuhan be afraid of him?

Shen Lian faced off against Shi Guanyin.

Xiao Feng faced off against Zhao Wuliang.

Tang Zhujun faced off against Ding Zhaogui.

Li Yuhan faced off against Xiahou Yibang.

Liu Wumei and Shi Camel took the opportunity to kill Shi Guanyin's lair and slaughtered Shi Guanyin's subordinates frantically.

Many disciples of Shi Guanyin, with Qu Wurong and Liu Wumei have the most beautiful appearance, the highest martial arts, Qu Wurong is better than Liu Wumei, how can some time ago, Shi Guanyin sensed Qu Wurong's threat and abolished her martial arts.

Qu Wurong was powerless to make a move, how could those ordinary disciples under Shi Guanyin's sect be able to stop Liu Wumei?

Not to mention that Liu Wumei also has a strong helper.

Stone camels.

In the past, the stone camel would suppress hatred, but now that he has arrived at Shi Guanyin's lair, the new hatred and old hatred are counted together, even if the king of heaven Lao Tzu comes, it can't stop him from taking revenge.

The tiger roared and the dragon roared, and the nest that Shi Guanyin had operated for more than 20 years was instantly filled with blood.

Shen Lian had a spear in his hand, and he attacked wildly, and the spears rained down, mixed with the desolation of the yellow sand desert, and the loneliness of the bloody sun, which evolved into infinite killing intent.

One person and one gun, but it is like a thousand troops.

The qi of the sword soldier condensed at the head of the spear, the snow-bright silver spear blade was dyed blood-colored, and the white tiger roared, condensing into a god with ribbed wings, and fiercely rushed towards Shi Guanyin.

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Every shot contained a terrifying killing intent, and every move made Shi Guanyin feel frightened.

Shi Guanyin was by no means a cowardly person, but Shen Lian's attack was too fast, too strong, and too fierce, just like the White Tiger Killing God descended to eliminate the demons in the world.

The gun came, and the white tiger roared.

The murderous spirit is in the sky, and the ghost is crying and howling.

The gun is wide open and closed, ten swings and ten decisions, the gun is as fast as a long dragon, as sensitive as a civet cat, and as guarded as a turtle.

The guns bloom, the pear blossoms sprout, suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom, the desert rolls up a monstrous snowstorm, sweeping the lonely city of Ma Ming Xiaoxiao.

Shi Guanyin charmed the world in the past, lured many famous disciples, learned many strange tricks, and suddenly made a move like a sharp arrow breaking through the air, suddenly like stepping on snow and cold plums, suddenly exuding a rich blood aura, and suddenly became a ghost.

Wudang Taiji Mianzhang, Shaolin Duoluo Ye Finger, Emei Willow Sword, Kunlun Light Splitting Sword Technique, Bashan Huifeng Dancing Willow Sword, Hainan Sword School Tiancripple Thirteen Styles......

The trick is like a river surging, like a raging fire, advancing like a thousand arrows, and retreating like a dragon entering the sea.

Shi Guanyin's tricks looked like a peerless dancing girl, dancing to the beautiful music when she was in the happiest mood.

No matter who you are, when you see such a beautiful dance, even if you are not confused, your heart will be shaken.

Shi Guanyin's slender jade fingers would pull out the enemy's internal organs when he was in the happiest mood.

The beauty, wonderfulness, and perfection of Shi Guanyin's moves, even if they were enemies, Shen Lian couldn't help but praise them loudly.

The two frenzied waves bombarded and swept wildly, raising the sand and dust in the sky, and condensed dozens of salons, Shen Lian was engrossed, Shi Guanyin was like crazy, and he swept more than ten zhang at will, and opened the monument and gravel with his hand.

……

Tang Zhuquan was injured in the right shoulder.

A throwing knife stuck in his right shoulder.

Of course, Tang Zhuquan did not suffer a loss, and pointed at Ding Zhaogui's left leg knee and abolished his left leg.

It seems to be a move for a move, but when it comes to a life-and-death duel, being lame on one leg is definitely a disadvantage.

Tang Zhuquan has a strong body, and his movement speed is inevitably affected, but his moves are not slow.

In the Sun Temple before, Tang Zhuquan got the most benefits, and now with the pressure of Ding Zhaogui, all the epiphany in the temple has been turned into a sharp finger.

With a flick of the thick fingers, the raging fire condensed into a slender line of flames, piercing Ding Zhaogui's heart, and his left hand slammed down on his head, and the five fingers were like five blades, grabbing Ding Zhaogui's skull.

Ding Zhaogui hurriedly dodged, but his left leg was abolished by Tang Zhuquan, and it was difficult to move, although he dodged to the side with all his strength, he was still swept in the right shoulder by the finger force.

"Whew!"

A large piece of skin and flesh rose to the sky, but no blood flowed out, just because Tang Zhuquan's finger power was too hot, and directly burned the wound to charcoal.

Without waiting for Ding Zhaogui's flying knife to fight back, Tang Zhuquan once again pointed out his finger power, coming and going suddenly, and the changes were subtle.

Ding Zhaogui wanted to dodge his finger force, he needed to kick the ground with his right leg with all his might, Tang Zhuquan shot out his finger force, but he only needed to flick his fingers between square inches, back and forth, the speed difference was too big, and there was nowhere to hide.

Even if he wanted to use the trick of exchanging injuries for injuries, because his left leg was abolished, he couldn't get close to Tang Zhuquan at all.

When the fight reached a hundred moves, Ding Zhaogui no longer had half a room to dodge, Tang Zhuquan shouted angrily: "You old guy who has done a lot of evil, give me my life!" ”

The middle finger of the right hand pops out of the finger force, to the yang to the rigid, the momentum is majestic, quite a terrifying momentum.

"Poof!"

The finger force pierced Ding Zhaogui's hands, adding a hole to his head, and red and white brains flowed out.

Killing Ding Zhaogui with a snap of his fingers, Tang Zhuquan did not go to help Shen Lian Xiao Feng, but to help Liu Wumei.

……

Cold sweat oozed from Xiahou Yibang's forehead.

Li Yuhan is not a top master, he is not a god of war like Xiao Feng, nor is he a genius like Xie Xiaofeng.

He is the young owner of Yongcui Villa.

A qualified young owner not only needs profound swordsmanship, but also a steady heart, so Li Yuhan's swordsmanship is as steady as a distant mountain.

Xiahou Yibang stabbed hundreds of shots in a row, and the silver spear sprinkled a bright light like mercury, stabbing at the chest and abdomen.

Li Yuhan just waved his sword, and in the most stable way, he broke his marksmanship, and every move was bound to be both offensive and defensive, neither retreating nor adventurous.

The sword qi that was as steady as a mountain was like a huge grinding plate, constantly consuming the spirit of Xiahou Yibang.

It was obviously Xiahou Yibang's strong attack, but his tired body was sore, his skills were seriously depleted, his moves inevitably slowed down, and his momentum became more and more depressed.

Everyone understood that when Xiahou Yibang's momentum was low to the limit, Li Yuhan's sword would lightly slash through his throat and take away his life.

Xiahou Yibang didn't want to die so aggrieved.

A person who wants to become the number one killer in the world, even if his martial arts are not so high and his ability is not so strong, at least his courage and determination are enough to amaze everyone.

"Whew!"

The silver spear broke through the air, exchanged life for life, and there was no return.

This is a decisive move, this is Xiahou Yibang's last decision, as long as Li Yuhan dodges, he can regain the advantage and seize the initiative in the battle.

It stands to reason that Li Yuhan should dodge.

But things in the world often don't take it for granted.

When the silver spear attacked, Li Yuhan not only did not dodge to the side, but instead leaned out his left hand and grabbed the barrel of the gun.

This move can be described as dangerous and dangerous, if Xiahou Yibang is full of strength, Li Yuhan will definitely not take the risk.

"Smack!"

Li Yuhan grabbed the barrel of the gun with his left hand.

"Poof!"

The sword pierced Xiahou Yibang's throat.

The Hell's Rich and Poor Killer died in the desert and was completely buried under the yellow sand.

Hell Dart Game is from "Snow Knife Prodigal Son: Pursuit of Nine Heavens", in this chapter, Tang Zhuquan's father, Tang Lao, behaves very vigorously, covering up the light of the protagonist Dragon City Wall.

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