Chen Yiyao and Lu Ling first made a false move, pretending to step forward and stab, and after the mourning stick reacted, the two stopped almost at the same time, and the mourning stick thought that it contained a sneak attack of the killing machine, so it was cracked by the two of them lightly. The tiger tail three-section stick in the hand of the mourning stick is strong and heavy, as long as it is swung, the inertia is very large, and it is impossible to pull the stick back.

Chen Yiyao and Lu Ling calculated that the move of the mourning stick had become old, and the two of them suddenly struck, and the two fast swords stabbed straight into the back of the heart and ribs of the mourning stick, and the mourning stick knew that the situation was not good, but it was too late to use the three-section stick to block it. It was too late to say that it was too late, and the two swords of Chen Yiyao and Lu Ling had already reached the vital part of the mourning stick.

Only two muffled sounds were heard, Chen Yiyao and Lu Ling were both shocked, this is not the sound that metal should have when it pierces the human body, the two of them suddenly looked up and watched, and then they were taken aback, who would have thought that this mourning stick would actually be an iron cloth shirt, a hard kung fu with a golden bell cover, although the sword of the two is not a famous sword in the world, but it is also extremely sharp, with the internal force of the two, it is impossible to hurt the body of the mourning stick.

Everyone present was shocked, the mourning stick had a sneer on his face, and then he gave up the stick, and suddenly raised his hands to grab the swords of Chen Yiyao and Lu Ling, and grabbed the white blade with his empty hands, what a strong kung fu this must be. Chen Yiyao and Lu Ling wanted to withdraw the sword, but they couldn't pull it, and the mourning stick held the sword and formed a hold with the two.

At this time, the soul chasing sword and the soul snatching gun behind them had already arrived, they saw that the mourning stick had the upper hand, and they couldn't help showing a smug smile on their faces, these two people each had actual combat weapons, and launched an attack on everyone, Lin Chunxi hurriedly raised his sword to meet the soul chasing sword, and the two fought together. He Ling and the others stopped the snatching gun, and the scene fell into chaos again.

The people of Cloud Picking Dao had the heart to come to help, but the sword qi of physical strength could not be suppressed for a long time, and the true qi in his body was stirred and walked around, it was very dangerous at this time, if he was not well controlled, he would die on the spot, although he was defeated by the Desperate Knife, but he himself also paid a certain price, not to mention fighting with others in a short period of time, it was very dangerous to move.

At present, it can only be dealt with by everyone, Lin Chunxi Shi launched the sword technique of chasing the wind and killing life, and fought together with the soul chasing sword, for a while, the sword qi collided from time to time, and the scene was full of dangers, and the two cold sword qi continued to collide fiercely, and the people next to them did not dare to approach easily, for fear of being impacted by the two sword qi. Lin Chunxi unleashed all his swordsmanship skills, and he was barely able to resist this soul-chasing sword. The Soul Chasing Sword also used all his strength, he didn't expect that after the Cloud Picking Dao people couldn't do it, there was actually a swordsmanship master in the opponent's array who could match him, and this person was so young, he couldn't help but nod slightly, it was really terrifying.

Chen Yiyao and Lu Ling saw that the mourning stick was extremely powerful, and the two of them could not take back their swords for a while, and they were afraid that if they continued to wrestle, they would cause damage to the sword, so after the two glanced at each other, they abandoned the sword at the same time. The mourning stick didn't expect that the two of them would abandon their swords, and they were still going all out, but the whole person leaned back violently under the effect of inertia.

The mourning stick is tall and strong, this fall is not light, the strength of the whole body falls on the back, just by Chen Yiyao and Lu Ling's sword point in the back and weakness, although it was not punctured, but the sword qi of the two still caused a certain degree of internal injury, and as a result, it was shocked again, after the internal injury, the mourning stick hurt and almost did not stand up. 187

Chen Yiyao and Lu Ling took out the fangs of the iron-scaled snake from their arms, the fangs had been transformed into daggers by them, and the two stabbed at the mourning stick, and the mourning stick realized that the situation was not good, so he hurriedly lifted it with a breath of true anger and sat up from the ground, only to collide head-on with the daggers of the two, one dagger stabbed at his choked throat, and the other stabbed at his temple.

A foreign master like Xiang Funeral Stick has very few weaknesses on his body, but there are still a few key points that are still weak links, such as this choked throat and temples, although he can use qigong to protect his body, but after all, he is afraid of being directly stabbed by a sharp blade. Lu Ling's dagger pierced his temple, once he was hit, not only his skills would be broken, but even his life would be lost, and the mourning stick sat on the ground, his body could not exert his strength, so he hurriedly shook his head and used the top of his head to touch the dagger.

After a loud bang, Lu Ling's dagger did not pierce the head of the mourning stick, but the sharp fangs still cut a big hole on the top of the head of the mourning stick, and the wound was blood-red, and the blood could fall.

At this time, Chen Yiyao's dagger came closer, and stabbed the choked throat of the mourning stick, and it was too late for the mourning stick to dodge at this time, he lowered his head fiercely, wanting to clamp the dagger, but the action was still half a beat slower, and Chen Yiyao was stabbed in the jaw. The mourning stick was hit by a huge force, and in the blink of an eye, it was full of blood spurting out.

The mourning stick fell to the ground on his back again, because the body was stabbed and bleeding, although it was not fatal, but the iron cloth shirt of the mourning stick was half broken, although it could still avoid the attack of the knife and gun, but the power was not as good as before. The mourning stick knew that the situation was not good, and he was about to withdraw from the battle, where was everyone willing to let him go, Chen Yiyao jumped and hugged the legs of the mourning stick from behind, and the mourning stick stood unsteadily and fell to the ground.

The mourning stick kicked his legs wildly and wanted to kick Chen Yiyao out, but Chen Yiyao hugged his two legs tightly, even if he had brute force, he couldn't use it at all. Lu Ling had already arrived at this time, raised the dagger in his hand, and struck another blow at Geng Sang of the mourning stick, and the mourning stick hurriedly waved his hands to resist, but because his body was trapped, he couldn't use his strength after all.

Lu Ling's dagger was fast and fast, and it pierced straight into the neck of the mourning stick, the power of the mourning stick had weakened at this time, and there might be a way to deal with ordinary swords, but in the face of such a sharp weapon as a dagger, it seemed that the method was insufficient. Lu Ling pierced the artery of the mourning stick again, and this blow pierced straight into his neck, and the blood immediately rushed out.

The mourning stick knew that he was going to die, and wanted to do a dying struggle, but his legs were held by Chen Yiyao, and he couldn't exert his strength at all, and he received another fatal blow to his neck, and soon lost his life.