Chapter 107 Shot

Xing Lin was shocked back by Yi Xifeng's Youlong Sixiang, flying out of a distance of seven or eight zhang, the burly man barely stabilized his body, but in the palm of the white young man, there was his own Yin attribute internal strength, and the dark energy hit the heart along his arm. He still couldn't hold back the strong surging backlash.

"Poof!" Compared with the embarrassment of the second sentence, Yi Xifeng was much more miserable at this time, with blood flowing in his mouth, his face was like gold paper, and his hands were full of blood. The boy was blasted away for more than a dozen feet, and he didn't stop until he hit a huge stone thorn.

"Cherish the wind!" Li Xintian couldn't help but exclaim, and his figure flashed to the side of the white young man. The second convict glanced at the girl and did not step forward to stop him.

The girl came to Yi Xifeng's side and looked at the stone thorns she had made, which had turned into gravel at this time, and the white boy was lying in the rubble pile covered in blood.

Li Xintian didn't make a move, because the girl understood that with this level of battle, it was already difficult for her to intervene. You can only wait until the two sides are temporarily separated, and use the treated stone thorns to help Yi Xifeng minimize the damage.

This stone thorn does not look obvious from the previous one, in fact, it was guided by Li Xintian with internal strength, and the stone thorns are all honeycomb-like structures, and it is easy to regret that the wind hits it, and it immediately collapses and crumbles into a puddle of rubble, which invisibly helps him unload a lot of strength.

Li Xintian held the flesh-and-blood hand of the white young man, the young man raised his head slightly, and said vaguely: "Silly girl, don't you run yet?"

Before the boy could finish speaking, the girl's tears were already bursting out of her eyes, and drops of crystal tears flowed down the edge of the mask and fell into the rubble.

"It's really impressive, so which of you will go first?" Xing Lin sighed as he looked at the two people not far away.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved, and a transparent ripple like a ripple spread out, which was the internal energy vibration that a martial artist in the chivalrous realm could use.

Looking at the rapidly approaching layers of ripples, the girl did not get up to dodge, but stretched out her slender little hand, and the palm of her hand was aimed at the internal shock of the invasion, and then shook it heavily!

"Yellow Sandstone Mountain Thorn!"

With the girl's pink fist clenched, I saw that with her as the center, sand thorns suddenly drilled out of the land within a radius of ten zhang, these sand thorns were under the control of Li Xintian's internal strength, forming cone-shaped spikes, and their hardness was already comparable to that of rock.

It turned out that when Yi Xifeng and the second sentence were fighting, the girl silently transmitted her internal strength into the earth, and used the control of the soil by the thick earth qi technique, and gradually converted the soil within a radius of dozens of zhang in this empty place into sand and gravel. At this time, I used this trick, only to see sand thorns sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, instantly emerging from the soil, and stabbing straight away in the face of internal vibration.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The continuous roar, layers of ripples, finally disappeared three feet away from the girl.

Looking at the dozens of sand thorns remaining in the field, the second sentence muttered, "It's kind of interesting!" said with a smile at the corner of his mouth, and the fists in his hands converged, no longer leaving his hands.

Xing Lin gathered his fists to his waist, the fists were stacked layer by layer, and his feet kicked the ground, and the originally sandy land immediately burst out with a cloud of sand and gravel, and the burly man's figure disappeared in place, and he quickly swept towards Li Xintian. It was the "four-armed Hades Fist" that defeated Zhou Di before!

Li Xintian knew the power of this move, and when he dealt with the third sentence before, it was the girl who gathered ninety percent of the internal strength of her whole body, and performed a stunt - Xuanyan Breaking the Earth, so that she could block this move. At this time, Xing Lin's strength was obviously not comparable to that of Xing Lin at that time, and his own internal strength level was not enough to show it again.

The girl looked at the burly man who was rushing into the air, and a trace of reluctance and fear flashed in her eyes. Feeling her own empty internal strength, the girl felt so close to death for the first time, her thin shoulders couldn't help but tremble, but he always kept Yi Xifeng firmly behind him.

Li Xintian stubbornly stared at the approaching second sentence, trying to open her hands to block the young man lying behind her, she didn't look back at the white young man, even if she really wanted to look at the other party at this time, but she was afraid that she would cry, she didn't want him to see her tears again,

Yi Xifeng's eyes were red, and he roared: "Silly girl, leave me alone, he is injured and can't chase you!

The girl didn't pay attention to the other party, and muttered in a voice that only she could hear: "Say it's okay to be together!"

The fist of the torture forest stepped over the sand thorns like a stone forest in the field like a meteor, and went straight to the two of them. Just when the strong man thought he was going to succeed, a cold voice broke the expectations of the second sentence.

"Water dragon groan!

I saw two blue wind pillars shooting out from behind the torture forest, compared to Yi Xifeng's sword shadow long river, these two wind pillars were much thicker. If it is said that the thousands of miles of rivers that cherish the wind are better than flexibility and sharpness, then Zhao Long's two clear winds are better than swiftness and majesty.

At this time, these two wind pillars, each of which was seven or eight zhang thick, and the torture forest swept in the air, with nowhere to borrow strength, so he had no choice but to withdraw his fist and return to defense.

The two wind pillars were like dragons crossing the ground, "rubbing" by both sides of Li Xintian's body, leaving two plow marks on the ground that were one foot wide and half a foot deep.

Li Xintian turned his head sideways and looked at the young man with a hat standing on his left, under the faint moonlight, the young man was still dressed in a hat and a hat. At this time, the girl sitting on the ground tilted her head, and by the moonlight she could clearly see the other person's face. The young man's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, slightly thin lips, give people a sense of perseverance.

"Brother Zhao!" Li Xintian muttered, and with this shout, the girl's tears couldn't stop flowing.

Hearing the shouts of the girls beside him, Zhao Long's determined eyes shook slightly, but they regained their calm in an instant. He whispered, "Don't move, look at me!"

The second criminal looked at the young man who appeared behind Li Xintian with a solemn gaze, from so many years of murder experience, he could see that this young man was not very old, not more than fourteen years old.

Looking at the other party's outfit, and thinking of the previous blow, Xing Lin said to himself with some annoyance: "This is fucking, and he is also a strong man?"

He could feel Zhao Long's internal strength fluctuations, which was the level of internal strength at the peak of the Mangzhi Realm, and even the level of refinement was even stronger than before. Xing Lin looked at the young man in front of him with some jealousy and asked, "Boy, leave your name! I won't kill the nameless!"

Zhao Long raised his eyes and glanced at the other party, but there was a blue glow in his eyes, but he did not answer the other party.

With a dodge, Zhao Long's figure disappeared into the field, and in the next moment, it appeared two zhang away! The cyan sword in the sky was like the stars falling at night, overwhelmingly attacking the second sentence.

Xing Lin smiled slightly, quickly bullied forward, the red mangs in his hands were swallowed, and when he approached Zhao Long, he didn't care about the cyan sword that was wrapped up, he swung out a punch, and shouted in a low voice: "Nether Phantom Demon Fist!"