As soon as the body of the crane in the clouds flew by, Li Zhi, the flying knife of the Ghost Head Gang, spread his hands continuously, and the flying knife with thin wings soared out like white lines, with a whistling sound, and flew around strangely, but it was rotating vertically and horizontally, and it was instantly concentrated on the crane in the cloud in the air.

The crane in the clouds turned and jumped in the air, just like a stretched white crane, gliding up and down and swimming left and right in this dark night sky.

The crane handle hoe in his hand danced with the shape of the body, and in the dense sound of "ding ding ding", it accurately hit the strange flying knives flying around him, and the movements contained indescribable elegance and inexplicable chic.

Iron finger Cheng Hao's strong body like an ox rushed upward, and the two middle fingers that had been honed in the iron sand all the year round were set up like cones, with a violent wind, from the bottom up, viciously inserted into the clouds in the air Li Fei.

Wang Heng was flying towards the crane in the clouds like lightning at this time, and he shouted anxiously in his mouth: "Li Fei, be careful below." With a flick of his hand, the petite body of the Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast had already gone straight to the iron rod with the force of a flick.

The crane Li Fei in the clouds was in the air, and the crane handle hoe waved wildly, forming a shield with a slight breaking sound. Under the precise impact of the hoe, the butterfly-like throwing knives were knocked away one after another. But at the moment when the flying knife collapsed, the attack of the iron finger Cheng Hao had already come.

At this time, the old power of the crane in the clouds in the air has gone, the new force has not been born, and the whole body is no longer controllable, and it falls down like a free fall.

When Li Fei, the crane in the clouds, did not have a chance to perform the second move, the iron finger Cheng Hao's two black middle fingers were like an awl in the lower abdomen of the crane in the clouds, the red is blood, and the green is the intestines.

The severe pain was like a thousand guns stabbing at the same time, and ten thousand knives poking together, constantly churning and converging in the belly of Li Fei, a crane in the clouds.

The eyes are like copper bells, the hair is like a needle, and Li Fei, the crane in the clouds, is the last out of the iron finger into the abdomen. The teeth were like steel, the eyes were like copper bells, the body was pressed down violently, and with the middle finger of the iron finger Cheng Hao, with a "poof" sound, the entire abdomen was suddenly and actively inserted between the right hand of the iron finger.

The force of the downward pressure is so great, so fast, under the weight and inertia of the body, the entire abdomen of the crane in the cloud is penetrated by the entire arm of the iron finger Cheng Hao, and the thick, bright red arm passes through the abdomen, so stunned from the back waist of the crane in the cloud.

But at this moment that penetrated, the iron finger Cheng Hao's arm was connected to the body, and it was fixed by the abdomen of the crane in the clouds, just like a big iron tong, fiercely clamping the iron finger Cheng Hao's entire body, unable to move or dodge.

And the crane in the clouds, Li Fei's hoe, in the moment when the iron finger Cheng Hao's body was fixed by his own abdomen, burst and smashed the iron finger Cheng Hao's head one after another, the bones were cracked and blood was splashed, and the white brain pulp sprayed in the air.

Suddenly, the flying knives flashed, forming a zigzag, and three flying knives in a row pierced into the broad back of Li Fei, the crane in the clouds, piercing so ruthlessly and so heavy, with the tip of the knife flashing with a faint white light, revealing from the front chest of the crane in the clouds.

It was Li Zhi's flying knife stunt "Cloud Dragon Three Appearances" that took away the original injured life of the crane in the clouds.

Looking at Li Fei, the crane in the clouds who was stiff and covered in blood, Wang Heng's heart trembled with pain.

The branch of Tianlongtang in J province is said to be a branch of Tianlongtang, and it is better to say that it is Wang Heng's descendant organization.

After he became a closed disciple of the Tianlong Daoist, the head hall master of the Tianlong Hall directly drew a series of good hands such as the golden knife from the headquarters and went to H Province to replace some of the original old men.

Its main purpose is, first, to protect the closed disciples of the future Tianlong Daoist, and second, to let Wang Heng understand and master some people and things of Tianlong Hall in advance, so as to accumulate experience for him to take charge of Tianlong Hall in advance.

In the past few years, Wang Heng and these guardians of the Tianlong branch have often drunk and chatted together, and their relationship with each other is quite harmonious and sincere. Although on the surface, everyone respectfully calls Wang Heng his son. But in reality, they are like brothers.

Today, seeing the crane in the clouds Li Fei being killed on the spot, the grief in Wang Heng's heart was like the collapse of the five mountains and the collapse of the huge building, and there was a sharp knife stabbing through his chest and abdomen.

At this time, Wang Heng roared angrily and roared incessantly, like the cry of a peng eagle and the blood of a dragon Jiao. With a sudden tremor in his hand, the Evil Slashing Blade struck out. The figure flew by, the head of the knife shook again and again, and the blade trembled, the strong wind between the knife and the knife swirled, and the blade flashed in the same blade. The body was shaking and stabbing with the blade, and it was lightning like a lightning revolving around the flying knife Li Zhi. In each arc circle, the evil blade in the hand slashes horizontally and obliquely, forming points, connections, pieces, and faces.

In an instant, from forty-nine angles, forty-nine different attacks were unleashed. Forty-nine attacks crisscrossed and crisscrossed into a net, a net of sword light, forming a prison, a prison full of destruction.

Yes, this is the most vicious and explosive eighth type of "Heavenly Prison Trapping Crack" among the Thirteen Swords of the Heavenly Sword.

From top to bottom, from left to right, a death row and a heavenly prison composed of dense knife edges and cold and dazzling blade tips, so vicious and wildly welded encircled the flying knife Li Zhi.

The left and right are full of Sensen's sword shadows, and the top and bottom are covered with cold blood blades, and the front and back are full of cold breath. There was no figure, no air, and even the cold wind that was originally a trace disappeared without a trace at this moment. All that's left is the slashing blade with its mouth wide open and its fangs bared, with a demonic laugh.

Flying knife Li Zhi was spasmodic and trembling at this moment, he knew that this moment was his last moment in this world.

The green muscles burst out and roared like thunder, and Li Zhi instantly blasted out the forty-one stainless steel flying knives on his body like scattered flowers, with no target, no direction, and no object to refer to. It's such an aimless shooting and frequenting, thinking that before he dies, he will also use the flying knife in his hand to break through the cell that trapped him, the heavenly cell full of death.

The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Forty-one stainless steel flying knives were shattered and flew away in the gear-like slashing blades that swirled in the sky. In an instant after the crushing, the grains were broken, and the pieces of steel teeth were shattered, and with the powerful power on the slashing blade, the flying knife Li Zhi was ejected in reverse.

Like a piece of rain, a piece of rain made of stainless steel, in such a very short, extremely short moment, bit by bit, particles squeezed on the whole body of the flying knife Li Zhi.

The body, limbs, and face were covered with dots of crystal white light. It was a white light with a sharp mouth, every white light could take away a fresh life, and the thousands of white lights of the Fantasy, it could simply kill the flying knife Li Zhi a thousand times, a hundred times.

Before Li Zhi could make a sound from the flying knife, the sharp edge of the evil blade had already cut and stabbed dozens of knives on Li Zhi's body, and the fluffy blood was dense like a fog after the rain infected this piece of sky.

Duan Duan's limbs were thrown in all directions, pieces of skin and flesh rotated and rolled, and at this moment, the flying knife Li Zhi was separated by the evil blade, cut into pieces, and cut into pieces, and he was simply cut by a thousand knives.

A drop of cold blood turned into a trace of demonic red pupils full of winter coldness, looking at everyone in the fighting arena so indifferently and so sadly.

In an instant, all the fighting sides were stunned and stunned to look at the sky full of blood rain and floating blood mist. Some are afraid, some are melancholy, some are miserable, and of course, there is also a trace of excitement and excitement after the snow revenge.