Like the mountains and the roaring of the angry sea, it is like pouring a bowl of cold water into the boiling oil, the water splashes and the arrogance is churning.

The chaotic figure suddenly dispersed, and the cracking sound of the explosion died down, only to see Wang Heng spinning and flipped out. During the flight, the black iron gloves of the Berserker swept over his shoulder, and in a moment, the Berserk had already hit the opponent's shoulders with two palms, the palm wind howled, and the flesh flew blood. During the tumbling and falling, Wang Heng's back was covered with blood, and a little drop of blood splashed out.

And the moment the tyrant hit Wang Heng, he was also slashed by the casual slashing blade on the top of his head with a layer of unkempt hair, and blood instantly flowed all over his cheeks.

When the Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast saw that its master was beaten by the tyrant, it rolled over and over again, and blood splattered everywhere. Li Ling's ring eyes immediately filled his pupils with blood, roaring and roaring like a mad tiger.

In the life of Wang Heng and the Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast for so many years, the Spirit Beast Lightning not only regarded Wang Heng as its master, but also had a strong parental affection for him.

At this time, the blood of the Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast poured into the top and exploded in his heart, and the white dog hair stood up, just like an angry Heavenly Dog, so cold and wild. With a flash of cold light, the two front claws of the spirit beast showed two straight claw tips, just like two daggers that were one size smaller, extremely sharp and terrifying. Yes, the most powerful weapon of the Liens spirit beast, the hidden dagger. The hidden dagger suddenly appeared, and the meteor flickered and stabbed into the belly of the tyrant.

The tyrant was frightened by the lightning-like appearance of the hidden dagger of the Tianshi spirit beast, and his bones changed color tremblingly. The two palms could no longer care about chasing and killing Yu Wang Heng, and they pressed down fiercely in the roar, blocking the two hidden daggers of the Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast.

Fast as lightning, sensitive as flint, one person and one beast are desperate and desperate, without any false tricks. It was like the sound of gold and iron intersecting, and the two daggers and two iron hands crossed each other in a muffled and small impact sound, and the hidden dagger hook of the Tianshi Spirit Beast was immediately hung on the black iron gloves of the tyrant, so tightly and stickyly glued together.

The spirit beast lightning is worthy of being a spirit beast with ancient bloodlines, and its reaction is fast and incomparable. At the moment of bonding, the big mouth opened and closed leisurely, and a sharp bite was at the base of Tyrant's left thigh. The teeth were in and out, and the painful bully retreated violently, and let the leg bone of the left leg go in a thrilling way, just letting it bite on the muscles of the leg.

The tyrant suddenly threw his arm and threw his hand, wanting to throw the Tianshi spirit beast out. But the spirit beast's lightning blood ran through the top of his head, and he wanted to bite and take revenge, so he grabbed the leg of the tyrant and resolutely refused to let go.

The severe pain was like the waves of the sea, invading the nerves of the tyrant in waves, and the painful tyrant rolled his lips and roared wildly. The right leg was violently raised and kicked, and the strength of the whole body surged into it, and the Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast was kicked upwards and thrown up with one kick.

The spirit beast lightning was hit by this huge impact, and its body flew out in a parabolic shape, but its big beast mouth was still tightly closed, and in a "hiss" flesh and cracked teeth-like sound, it fiercely dragged down a large piece of human muscle, which was measured to weigh more than a catty, and the flesh was entangled, and blood was dripping.

Looking at the Tyrant Zhang harmless, the root of the originally thick left thigh was taken out alive and could have a fist-sized blood hole, the silk tendons were exposed, the flesh and blood were flipped, and the painful Tyrant sat on the ground with his buttocks.

At the moment when the Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast was kicked away, Wang Heng's distressed liver and gallbladder trembled, it was the full force of the high-level martial artist in the area, and the strength was afraid that it would not exceed a thousand catties, and the lightning would be hit by this thousand blows, and he would have to shed his skin if he didn't die.

Endure the crushing pain in his shoulders and the strangulation-like tearing between his chest and abdomen. Wang Heng's body suddenly flipped over, a series of soaring jumps, spinning like a top, slashing the evil blade like the sickle of death, and the wild whirling sweep was harmless.

The body turned faster and faster, and the strong wind became stronger and stronger, driving the leaves, dead branches, and sand on the top of the Angry Sword Peak to rotate with it, and a black tornado rushed around Wang Heng. The slashing blade held in his right hand instantly stabbed twenty-one blades forward and upward, like meteors and lightning.

The twenty-one blades turned into six-five-four-three-two-one, divided into six levels and continuously lined up, and at the same time, the left hand burst twenty-one palms, which were also six-five-four-three-two-one, cooperating with the attack of the six layers of the evil blade.

Twenty-one palms and twenty-one blades rotate from the bottom to the top like a top, rotate and rise, instantly floating into a six-story pagoda, the blades are connected to the blades, the palms are added to the palms, and the layers of blades and palms are constantly formed, roaring, spraying the brilliant light of death, violently towards the tyrannical cover. Yes, Wang Heng's heavenly mastery "Futu reappeared".

At this time, the mad bully saw a pagoda formed by a knife and a palm, so abruptly condensed around him, and the wild and fierce wind blew his clothes violently, he knew that this was the most powerful heavenly peerless "floating slaughter reappearance" in Tianlong Hall.

Unable to take care of the Lion Spirit Beast and unable to remember the pain, the huge body of the bully Zhang Harmless rolled on the ground like a fox, flickering left and right, backward and backward, and did fifteen rolls on the ground that was only two meters incredible, ethereal, hazy, strange and mysterious.

Every time he rolled, he struck out three palms with great speed, and in the palm wind momentum, the black iron gloves unbelievably showed a faint black-red flame. Fifteen times of churning, interspersed with forty-five palms of vertical and horizontal lines, are like a fierce flame, swaying left and right like a fireball to meet the "reappearance of the floating slaughter".

At the moment when the palms and blades collided, the violently burning fireball "bang" with a loud bang, the black fire snake flew wildly, the red sparks splashed everywhere, and the forty-five palms turned into forty-five crazy burning flames and sparks, and the violent explosion was in Wang Heng's sword palm pagoda.

In the terrifying pagoda, the blade light bursts, the chain of light turns and scatters, the flames pierce wildly in the burning fireball, and the sparks scatter and poke.

In a dazzling, dazzling whirlpool of brilliance, a puff of blood, a drop of blood, and a hair mixed with flesh foam flew and threw at the same time. The two figures separated suddenly, but they met again in a flash of separation.

The bright cold light of the green light was like a thousand flashing snakes that exploded, and projectiles of different thicknesses spewed out. And the flaming giant palm is strange, and the violent sweep smashes violently, and the sparks burst in a string.

As a result, the dense rain hit the plantain in the autumn wind, and a series of gold and iron crashing sounds sounded one after another, "clanging" around the peak of the angry sword.

The two figures ejected and exploded on the left and right, only to see the blood stains on the fat face of the tyrant. The facial features of this high-ranking martial artist with a great reputation in the rivers and lakes were distorted and deformed against the backdrop of his terrifying scarlet spots, like a terrible ghost in hell and a demon in the abyss.

The front chest and back of the tyrant crossed and opened four wounds that were more than half a foot long and visible bones, and the trembling muscles cracked open on both sides like a baby's lips, and the white fat and small blood vessels were faintly visible. At the break in the blood vessels, drops of fresh blood drip like bunches of grapes on the wound.