Thundered!

This kind of momentum was so terrifying that the ordinary guard's Adam's apple cooed, and he swallowed it with a big spit, and the hand holding the knife trembled.

For the innate masters, their group of people is like a mustard, how can they not feel fear?

"Menglan, since the fish have been hooked, there is no need to keep your hands and destroy them!" Wang Feng said coldly.

"Got it!

Jiang Menglan was talking, but the reaction on her body was extremely fast, and with a slapped other scabbard with her left hand, an identical gray long sword bounced out and was held by her left hand.

Holding dual swords, Jiang Menglan stared at Yan Ruoxi, who was also a woman, with an expression of desire to try.

"It's still too late to surrender now, but there won't be a chance to wait a minute! hehe!" Jiang Menglan said with a smile.

"I want the old lady to surrender and dream of your spring and autumn!"

Yan Ruoxi shook a pitch-black soft whip in his hand, turning into a heavy whip shadow, enveloping ten meters in front of him, the air he pumped exploded, the sonic boom was like thunder, and the gold medal was fast, and he couldn't break it for a while.

"Sure enough, he is a man in the Demon Dao, who is thirsty for killing and stubborn! Then I can only pick your tendons and let you taste the torture of the six doors to atone for your past sins!"

Before the words fell, Jiang Menglan's double swords flew over, and her figure burst into the whip shadow, the sword gang stirred, turning into an infinite sword shadow, and the long whip was stirred into three pieces in an instant.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Unforgiving, Jiang Menglan still wanted to continue to advance, and when she attacked Yan Ruoxi, Wei Wuji flicked the iron folding fan in his hand, and several poisonous needles with a faint blue luster shot over.

Bang Bang!

Jiang Menglan's body twisted, brandished her twin swords, turned into a gray sword curtain, and knocked all the poisonous needles away.

"Dare to be distracted when you fight with me!

The gold medal that was originally entangled with Wei Wuji was furious, and the two butterfly short knives in his hand that were one zhang long suddenly flew out of his hands, forming a staggered knife shadow, as if controlled by two invisible big hands, slashing towards Wei Wuji's sideways.

Although this gold medal catcher is a master of innate mastery, it is impossible to use the qi sword, and after the short knife flies out, the reason why it can reverse the flying slash is because there is a transparent silver wire on the handle of the knife.

This is inside the six doors, a unique sword technique, mysterious and extraordinary, always able to surprise, attack unprepared, and achieve miraculous results.

Wei Wuji is known as the "Three Poisons Xiucai", in addition to heart poison, hand poison, and mouth poison, his name is not called in vain.

When the gold medal catcher flew out of the double blade, he thought of the sword mastery.

The dark iron folding fan in his hand, like a peacock opening the screen, instantly turned into an iron curtain. The vigor was vigorous, revealing the sword of Sensen, wrapped in the wind, and fanned over.

Bang Bang!

The twin knives slashed at the iron fan, making a sound of gold and iron resonating, although Wei Wuji reacted in time and used clever moves, but his true qi was exhausted, and he was seriously injured, although he swung the double knives, he still suffered a knife wound.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, Wei Wuji's face was like gold paper, without a trace of blood, but the clothes on his body were red and full of tragedy.

"That's it!

Jiang Menglan smiled disdainfully, unfolded lightly, and the gray long swords in both hands turned into sword shadows that shrouded the four poles.

Wei Wuji and Yan Ruoxi's faces were resolute, gathering the last of their strength.

On the other side, Jin Fushan, who had cultivated the Demon Dao Superior Horizontal Exercise "Yanluo Golden Body", was also fighting to the death.

"I heard that you like to slap people's heads in your stomach, and Uncle will let you taste what it tastes like today!

An ape-armed bee waist, with a mouth bigger than half of the gold medal catcher of others, sneered and mocked in his mouth, and smashed towards Jin Fushan.

His hands were glowing with black blue, like two iron plates, and the air under his palms exploded, and the cyan arc of light spread to both sides, shaking his robe.

"Iron Sand Palm!"

Seeing the abnormality of his opponent's palms, Jin Fushan's eyes widened angrily, and three words popped out from between his teeth.

The iron sand palm is widely spread in the rivers and lakes, and the name is also very cheesy, but no one in the martial arts dares to underestimate it.

In addition to the most common and widespread iron sand palms, all sects and factions have iron sand palms that have been improved on the basis of the original.

There are many kinds, and the power is also strong and weak, and the more well-known ones are, the five poisonous iron sand palms, the Golden Gate iron sand palms, and the mixed yuan iron sand palms!

Being able to be displayed by a gold medal catcher shows that this set of iron sand palms is extraordinary.

Jin Fushan, who was seriously injured, bit out blood from his gums, and his meridians were like knives scraping, forcibly running Yan Luo Qiang, and his whole body was covered with a strong golden red color, like burning magma iron juice, and the intense heat made the surrounding air boil.

With his hands clenched, Jin Fushan's waist sank, his fist was like a cannonball, and he slammed into the opponent's iron sand palm with a domineering momentum.

Bang bang!

The collision of fists and palms made the sound of stubborn stones colliding with steel, and the intersection burst out with gold and black light, spreading out to the surrounding devastation.

An internal martial artist who broke into it in a panic was directly shocked by the flesh and blood, and he couldn't die.

After all, the black light prevailed and suppressed the golden red energy emitted by Jin Fushan.

Phew!

Jin Fushan flew out upside down, his breath plummeted, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the air.

The gold medal catcher sneered, unforgiving, his palm exploded in the air, his true anger exploded, and he chased after him.

All three of them are in danger, but Song Zhi'an is even more dangerous.

Song Zhi'an, who was seriously injured, was suppressed by the powerful Wang Feng and was in danger.

"With such strength, you dare to call yourself the Dragon King! Take me a trick of wind, frost, rain and snow!"

In the scorching summer, Wang Feng, who was holding the Cold Moon Treasure Knife, was surrounded by a cold wind, like a wax moon in the middle of winter. The wind and snow blew in between the knives, and the countertop in a radius of several feet was covered with layers of ice and snow, and spread to the surroundings at a rapid pace.

Qi Danqing, who once fought with Song Yifei, is also a master of cultivating Yin Han Kung Fu, but compared with Wang Feng, it is more than several times worse.

Wang Feng's sword technique is not only as cold as ice, but his cultivation technique is also extremely cold true qi, and the two cooperate, and the power is superimposed on each other, which can be called terrifying.

Whew!

The wind and snow formed by the true qi were entangled in the Cold Moon Knife, like two long ice dragons, enveloping Wang Feng and slashing towards Song Zhi'an.

"You want to kill me! You're still a little tender!"

Song Zhi'an, whose breath was turbulent and soaked in blood, roared, and the sharp Xuantie war knife blasted over with a momentum that covered the sky and the sun.

An illusory black dragon-shaped true qi broke free from his body, wrapped around his body, and attached to the Xuantie War Knife, fighting against the Wind and Snow Dragon.

Reinforcements were about to arrive, and he had to hold on no matter what.

Cracking sound!

The sword light exploded, the mud and rocks flew, and the soil around the two of them was violently shaken into rolling waves.

Song Zhi'an's body was full of qi and blood, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was as white as a dead man, and the wounds all over his body were cracked.

Feeling that Song Zhi'an's strength was exhausted, Wang Feng sneered, and a cold aura erupted from his body again, jumping into Song Zhi'an's body.

Burst!

Volleying out a mouthful of blood, Song Zhi'an's body was sluggish, and he fell to the ground, unable to even stand steadily.

"Qingyan, it looks like I can't accompany you anymore!"

Song Zhian was desperate, but with a hint of happiness.

If she dies now, maybe she won't affect Lu Qingyan, so that she can escape smoothly.

Maybe you shouldn't have asked her for help in the first place!

Bang!

In an instant, six people and six riders crossed a distance of hundreds of meters like demon gods, quickly approaching!

The battle at the gate of the city, they have already remembered.

"Stop!"

"Look for death!"