These eighteen black pipes, just like eighteen arms smashing at the same time, smashing and poking at the same time, fast as the cold electricity on the horizon, when people's eyes just pay attention, it has already overwhelming.

The pipes and pipes gather together, the sticks and sticks are connected, shining like a black dragon, flying, swirling, sweeping, and scattering, just like a boiling sea of anger, the vicious waves are surging, and like the flames of explosion, the source of fire.

In the face of the earth-destroying attack, Bantam Tiger's face turned iron-blue, and he was shocked to find that this was no longer the attack of a Xuanduan Intermediate Martial Artist, it was simply comparable to the Xuanduan Advanced Cultivator.

As for why there was such a gruesome attack, it was no longer in the Bantam's consideration. In the muffled sound, the withered yellow teeth bit the tip of the tongue, the internal strength ran wildly, and the most powerful mastery of the bantam tiger, "Willow Leaves in the Sky", came out with all his might.

The lancet pierced and turned, slashing as fast as stone fire, and hard from the bottom to the top. The blood poured into the pupils, the essence was shining, and the feet of the bantam tiger kicked the ground with all the strength of the lancet, and the body slammed into the ground. Kicking out with both feet in turn, twelve bursting kicks out, completely ignoring the dense black shadows in the air.

There was a thunderous shout, and the mountain-like figure rushed into the fierce battle regardless of it. The nunchucks in his hand were split into two at the moment when the figure stood out, turning into two stainless steel short sticks. The stout hands are one in each hand, and they hit like fire, and they hit critterly. Yes, it was Zhen Sanshan, who was injured just now, who rushed into the field.

Wu Chong, who was standing at the door, saw such a burst and resolute fight, and his left foot touched the ground slightly, and he wanted to go down to support.

At this moment, a long roar like a dragon's groan sounded leisurely. Wang Yonghuan used his internal strength with all his might, and in an instant, a dazzling bright electric light flashed from the internal force of the dantian, which made the internal strength of the master's peerless Tianlong be upgraded to the advanced level of the Xuan Section, and the instantly improved internal strength drove the power of the action in the air to double.

The attack was as wild as a mountain, as fierce as the collision of the waves of the sea, and a series of figures flashed and leaped in the attack circle. The three people in the field were attacking each other, as if three cars were slamming into each other.

Blood was spraying, howling was beating, and in the collision of the three people, their respective weapons were shuttling back and forth on the flesh. While Wang Heng was kicked in the chest by the bantam's right foot, the black pipe picked up a large piece of minced meat from the bantam's cheek, which was the effect of hitting and rubbing under the high-speed operation of the black pipe.

If it weren't for Zhen Sanshan's desperate rescue, the bantam tiger's head would likely turn into a pile of broken bones and rotten flesh under this round of fierce attacks.

But the price of the rescue was heavy, and Zhen Sanshan's huge body rose like a rolling log being hit again and again in the eleven sticks that attacked the bantam tiger. Blood spurted wildly, and smashed into the table next to it with a whirlpool. Judging from the position in which he landed, he was seriously injured even if he did not die.

Seeing that his brother was uncertain about his life and death to save him, Bantam's mind simply exploded. In his bloodshot eyes, there was only one thought in his heart, that is, he would rather die than avenge his brother.

As soon as the tongue was spit out, the upper and lower rows of yellow teeth bit down fiercely on the tip of the tongue. A burst of blood was mixed with a small wriggling piece of flesh, the tongue that had been bitten off by the bantam tiger itself.

With the fracture of the tongue, a violent energy surged in the Bantam Tiger's meridians, and the cultivation in the body was actually raised to the consummation of the Xuan Duan in an instant. This is a secret technique "Explosion" that Bantam Tiger obtained by chance once in the previous two years, and it can instantly increase the cultivator's skill beyond the level.

Of course, the cost of skipping the ladder is extremely heavy. Once the "Explosion" secret technique is used, the meridians in the body will not be able to withstand the internal strength of the sudden explosion and will be shattered in the process of overstepping the operation.

This is a very evil and vicious kung fu, much more violent than other less expensive secret techniques. The general secret technique can be upgraded by one level, although the power is not huge, but the cost is relatively small, that is, it can be restored after a period of cultivation after use.

Bantam has never been in actual combat since he got this secret skill. He himself also knew that once he used "Explosion" at a higher level, he could forcibly raise his cultivation to two levels. But the tragic consequences were not something he could afford at all, that is, in the years to come, his original cultivation would drop by at least one or two levels, and he might even be unable to cultivate for life.

But now the bantam didn't think about any consequences at all, and burned in anger, and only wanted to kill the hateful boy in front of him by the knife.

The cultivation that skyrocketed in an instant, the strong internal strength passed through the meridians, through the flesh and blood, and acted on the whole body of the bantam tiger. Specks of blood appeared strangely on the skin in the bare air, infecting the bantam tiger into a demon crawling out of hell and a mad demon rushing out of the abyss.

In the shouting, the lancet in his hand did not talk about moves at all, and there was no fancy volley. The extremely fast blade drove the air to constantly twist and deform, slashing Wang Heng's head like lightning from top to bottom.

There is no time to dodge, and there is no possibility of dodging. At the moment when the knife fell, Wang Heng felt the despair of death for the first time. The sudden desperate situation and death-defying killing move did not scare Wang Heng back from the attack, but instead aroused the anger of his desperate counterattack.

The black tube was lifted up, and in a trajectory that violated the laws of physics, it struck the blade of the lancet with all its strength.

According to the normal skills of the two, Wang Heng's black pipe with a trace of electric energy can completely knock the bantam tiger's lancet.

But don't forget, at this time, the lancet is full of the internal strength of Xuanduan's perfection. No matter how wonderful and powerful Wang Heng's internal strength is, he can't withstand it under the internal strength that is two levels higher.

A crisp gold-iron collision struck, and the black steel pipe was actually split in two. The sharp tip of the knife was extremely dangerous, and a few drops of blood slashed through Wang Heng's chest.

Thanks to Wang Heng's all-out resistance, the bantam tiger's lancet was shaken off. But the sharp lancet was still only a line away from disemboweling the boy.

At the moment when the cold sweat broke out, Tianlong's internal strength trembled violently in the meridians, and the originally soft and gentle internal strength was unexpectedly stirred by the fright of escaping from death.

The internal energy connected into a line impacted the meridians like a tide, as fast as a touch of cold electricity on the horizon, and the internal energy ran in the meridians for a week under the impetus of the frenzy.

I only heard a soft sound of "bang" in my body, and Tianlong's internal strength actually broke through to the Xuanduan level in the life and death crisis. The unexpected breakthrough led to the doubling of the originally somewhat depleted internal force.

Wang Heng was in a good mood, his internal strength was surging, his feet stomped on the ground hard, and his body took a step forward. The left hand turned into a palm, and the virtual space slapped towards the head of the bantam tiger, and the electric energy was released from the inside and out, and twelve palms were instantly struck from left to right and from top to bottom. Flashing in an instant, quickly interspersed, patches of hazy palm shadows, like psychedelic clouds, endlessly from all directions to the head of the bantam tiger. And in the misty palm shadow, a dragon head faintly flashed. It seems that this is the first half of the most offensive "Kanglong has regrets" in Tianlongsan's hands. Tianlong is scattered, and Wang Heng's master is a master of fighting against the enemy.