In the face of the sudden Wang Yang offensive, the fastest reaction was Li Zhao, the master of the outer hall, who was worthy of the nickname Ghost Shadow, and his light body kung fu was very good, and in a ghost scream, his figure flashed like a cloud, poured out @ six steps, and instantly got out of the attack range of the evil blade.

And the two hall masters of the torture hall were resolutely not afraid, first the stout iron gossip stick was a tiger and a tiger, and the windmill came up like a sharp turn. Behind the gossip stick, there is an iron sand eight palms that push the clouds and fog. Yes, the two main and deputy of the torture hall are extremely skilled in cooperating in an instant.

Just in the flash of the iron rod with the thickness of the arm, wildly meeting the fan-shaped attack of the evil blade, Wang Heng's toes protruded a little forward to the ground, his body turned suddenly, the knife changed with his body, and a 180-degree semicircle of light burst out brilliantly, and he swirled violently towards the ghost head gang torture hall executioner on the left.

Yes, Wang Heng is feintifying to attack the front and actually attack the left. This kid knows very well in his heart that once he fights with several hall masters of the Ghost Head Gang, it will not be able to distinguish victory or defeat in a short period of time.

And the Heavenly Liens Spirit Beast is evolving indoors to a critical moment, and no one from the Ghost Head Gang must be allowed to rush into the house. Therefore, his preferred targets were these executioners and the ordinary ghost gang standing next to him.

The dazzling brilliance flashed, and the four executioners on Zhang Qiang's left didn't expect that the evil blade would come so abruptly and quickly, just like a touch of sunset on the horizon, and at the moment when your eyes were not clear, it had already fluttered in.

For a while, the fourth brother executed his swords and guns to cover the parry. There are those who slash forward diagonally, there are those who retreat to parry, there are those who jump left and those who leap right. For a while, chickens flew and dogs jumped, and there was chaos.

At this moment of panic, the second executioner on the left, with a severed neck, flew into the sky with a good head and a spring of blood splattered all around.

Wang Heng's figure exploded, and as soon as he turned to one side, he passed around the circle next to the unfallen corpse that was still standing. Flashing left and right, he instantly rushed through the encirclement formed by the left executioner.

This kid's body flashed upward, and before he reached the highest point, he suddenly descended, stuck to the ground, and swept out with the evil blade, like a flash of light in the sky, and in an instant, a piece of blood light appeared, and the three ghost head gangsters who were slightly in front were cut off by one of their six big feet.

Before the scream of the severed foot could be fully heard, the tip of the slashing blade had already entered and exited the necks of the two big men on the right twice. In an instant, the encirclement on the left side of the Devil Head Gang shattered like hot water and snow.

In the blood splash, the gossip stick Hong Fei was furious, roaring again and again, the iron rod in his hand smashed and swept away, and the seventeen sticks formed a sea of sticks, chasing and blocking to death. The iron sand palm was accompanied by the gossip stick on the left side of the assault and push, and a palm wind rotated. The ghost shadow also poured out @ out and back at this time, his body was ethereal, like a cold wind in and out, and his palms and fists came out together, conjuring up black light and a little starlight.

All the attacks were like earth-shattering thunder, above, behind, left and right sides of Wang Heng, constantly bombarding down and continuously.

At this time, Wang Heng's body was like a puff of smoke, wandering back and forth in this dense raindrop-like attack, changing ever-changing. It was like a lightning bolt in a shower, and although the rain was dense, it did not have a glimmer of lightning. His figure is ethereal and traceless, often passing away a millimeter in front of the tip of the stick, advancing and retreating freely in the air raid of the iron sand palm wind, and it is a centimeter faster than the figure of the ghost shadow.

In just a few cents, the spitting cold slashing blade flew blood. The emaciated figure is ethereal and whirling, and the palm is flying. In just two minutes, more than a dozen of the Ghost Head Gang disciples who were blocking in front of Wang Heng fell, either spitting blood from their palms and mouths, or slashing their limbs and crippling to death.

Several hall masters of the Ghost Head Gang and masters at the level of incense masters frantically chased and shouted behind Wang Heng, but they were just that far behind. And it is this line, the ghost gang is like an iron to sweep the snow, and it collapses for thousands of miles. Hulala's circle of people fled in an instant by Wang Heng's killing, so it was not lively.

The Ghost Head Gang advocated being strong, and within three minutes of seeing each other, the disciples of the Ghost Head Gang who entered the courtyard were killed by Zhan Hao for nearly twenty years. And the remaining dozen gangs were also frightened, and the guys in their hands waved like tigers, but whenever Zhan Hao was ready to attack in which direction, the gangs would scatter in a hurry.

Faced with this scene of ghosts crying and howling, the angry ghost head Zhang Qiang's face was pale, and his sideburns were flying, only to see him burst into a shout: "The disciples withdrew from the courtyard, and the executioners attacked and killed them outside." ”

As soon as the words fell, the remaining ordinary Ghost Head Gang disciples, like a flock of frightened ducks, fled when they heard the sound. One by one, dragging knives and guns, they disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The courtyard square, which was originally a little crowded, was empty all of a sudden, leaving only more than a dozen figures in the huge space, flying and chasing.

In the sky, there were faint snowflakes floating at some point, and the snowflakes were constantly fluttering with the strong wind. In the wide square, only the blood-drenched limbs and severed arms left on the ground are still telling the original liveliness.

At the moment when the Ghost Head Gang broke away, Wang Heng's figure turned violently in the forward rush, and the evil blade turned from front to back, the tip of the blade went backwards and upwards, and eighteen knives rose from the ground, like mushrooms after a rain.

The three hall masters took the remaining seven executioners, and when they were originally chasing with high spirits and enthusiasm, the eighteen blades that suddenly rose from the ground were like a shark's mouth with teeth bared and tongues sticking out, and the cold wind was trembling, and they suddenly encircled these old people.

The ghost shadow reacted the fastest, and in the cold light of the slashing blade, the left and right feet stepped on each other, and the figure suddenly soared into the air.

The gossip stick Hong Fei is as brave as ever, sticking out of the "Golden Dragon of the Sea", smashing and slashing, like a black Jiao flying high, blatantly smashing and slashing the evil blade. And the iron sand palm shouted angrily, completely ignoring it, the cold blade that was lifted from the ground, pushed up and down, and hit eleven palms together.

The remaining seven executioners are also the eight immortals who crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers, jumping, flipping and moving, and the weapons in their hands gathered in the center of the battle hero Wang Heng.

The wide square suddenly seemed crowded and mixed again, with screams of rage and blood oozing from the exchange of weapons. The strong wind and the cold wind are cold, like a festive fireworks, it is not the splendor of gunpowder, nor the splendor of gunpowder, but the sparks of gold and iron, the howling of the strong wind, bright with coldness, loose with coldness.

A executioner, with a hint of reluctance, watched a shiny tip of a knife bulge from his chest, but only a little reluctance, and then there was no after.

The gossip iron rod and the evil blade struck the iron-like "dingding" sound, and the master of the torture hall retreated more than a dozen steps in a row, and each step back brought up gurgling blood. In the breath of this exchange, Wang Heng's eleven blades were hard, but at the same time, his left shoulder and right rib were cut four times, although it was not fatal, but its own cultivation also dropped a few percent.

Thanks to the hard connection of the gossip stick, Wang Heng's sudden crit was extinguished.