"Oh no, this thing is holding back a big move. ”

Zhao Yan was stunned, although he didn't know what kind of magical power this was. But what is certain is that if he is allowed to complete his spell casting, I am afraid that all the members of the Yanlong Gang will be buried here today.

Zhao Yan's eyes were anxious, and with one punch, he smashed an ink man who was blocking in front of him, and desperately swept forward.

The two ink men rushed towards them, and suddenly waved their pitch-black arms together, grabbing Zhao Yan like lightning.

Zhao Yan didn't choose to kill this time, his mind moved, his true qi suddenly fell, and the speed of his divine movement suddenly increased again.

At the moment when the claws of the two ink men were closed, they drilled under the claws in a thrilling way.

Zhao Yan had a heavy afterimage behind him, and when he only dodged and did not fight back, these ink people could not pose the slightest threat to him at all, and he drilled east and west among many ink people, as if entering a no-man's land, and began to quickly approach the Li Jian army, which was under the protection of many ink people.

"Vulgar martial artist, you deserve to interrupt my pen to summon the wind and thunder?"

Li Jianjun's face was full of sarcasm, and in the interval between casting spells, he wrote a dog character with a pen.

The thick black dog character floated in the air, and suddenly disintegrated by itself, and as soon as the four strokes landed, they had already transformed into four faceless black mastiffs, suddenly opening their teeth and claws to bite Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan suddenly whipped out with a leg of the afterimage, and kicked the two mastiffs that were rushing towards him with one kick.

The right hand pointed out, with the sword with his fingers, and saw the sun with a move, and the head of a mastiff bitten from an oblique thorn in the middle of the middle.

The mastiff exploded suddenly, shattering into countless black ink, and as soon as it landed, it quickly converged together.

The last mastiff was the smallest, it was transformed by the dot on the dog word, but the speed was extremely fast, and it suddenly flew up from behind, opening its mouth and biting the back of Zhao Yan's neck.

Zhao Yan didn't look back, his back was like having eyes, and his backhand slapped lightly on the little mastiff's forehead.

The mastiff suddenly went limp, fell to the ground with a thud, and turned into a large cloud of ink flowing around.

At the same time that the four mastiffs were entangled with Zhao Yan, Li Jianjun's eyes flashed with coldness, and he brushed a few times to write a huge killing word, which was about to be pointed out towards Zhao Yan.

Suddenly, a male duck shouted, "Brother-in-law, I'm here to help you." ”

Yang Fei had already stepped on the Divine Walk and swept violently, and he didn't bother to avoid the two ink men who were chasing after him like maggots attached to the bones, and suddenly raised his hand and stabbed towards Li Jianjun with a sword.

Zhao Yan has not yet passed on his swordsmanship, this sword is completely instinctively stabbed, with the strength of his Wudang Jiuyang Gong third layer, the momentum is also amazing.

"Don't fly off!"

Zhao Yan was shocked, with his own swordsmanship level, he couldn't stop Li Jianjun's stroke, and with Yang Fei's strength, he was afraid that he would be hit hard with one move.

"Get out!"

Li Jianjun snorted coldly with disdain on his face, didn't care about pointing the killing word at Zhao Yan, and casually pointed out Yang Fei's long sword.

The long sword suddenly exploded, and Yang Fei spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face became extremely pale in an instant.

But there was a sinister smile on his face that the conspiracy had succeeded: "Silly than a reader, eat!"

Suddenly, a cloud of white mist flew out of his palm, and in an instant, it had already enveloped the upper half of Li Jianjun's body.

At the same time, I only heard Li Jianjun's angry screams coming from the white mist: "Ahhh

Li Jianjun's face was full of pain and resentment, he desperately wiped his eyes with his sleeves, scolded endlessly, and suddenly rushed towards Yang Fei on his side.

He struck a furious blow under his injury, and the power was naturally extraordinary, and before he got close, the powerful spiritual power had already enveloped Yang Fei's body.

Yang Fei suddenly fell into a quagmire, allowing him to use his internal force to urge the divine movement to the extreme, but he could no longer take a step.

At the moment when Li Jianjun's big pen was about to fall, suddenly the figure on his side flashed, and the pen in his hand was gone.

Li Jianjun, who had lost his pen, suddenly looked like a phoenix with lost hair, and his unrivaled momentum began to decline at an extremely fast speed.

The ink men and ink dogs in the hall turned into pools of ink, and the dark clouds of thunder and lightning in the air began to slowly dissipate.

"Who snatched my pen?"

Li Jianjun was furious, slapped Yang Fei with one palm, sprayed blood, broke the string and flew straight out of the kite five or six zhang away.

Although he has lost the magic weapon he relies on the most, his cultivation is still extraordinary, and this palm is definitely far beyond the full force of an ordinary peerless master.

"Dumbo!"

Zhao Yan, who had just snatched away Li Jianjun's jade pen in an instant, suddenly burst into tears, Yang Fei was brought out by him, if he really died miserably here, how could he explain to his sweetheart and father-in-law?

"Grass, your paralyzed dog offal, Lao Tzu will break you into thousands of pieces. ”

Zhao Yan, who was furious, had already deceived himself in front of Li Jianjun in an instant, frantically picked up his hammer-like fists, and smashed down with a rain of punches.

Although Li Jianjun, who had lost his magic weapon, was still cultivating, once the Confucian and Taoist literati were close to a warrior like Zhao Yan, they couldn't even block a move, and they were knocked to the ground.

"Hero, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please let me go, I am willing to follow your horse in the future. ”

Li Jianjun, who was screaming again and again, finally put away his extremely arrogant posture and pleaded bitterly.

"Forgive you for the Hades, and my mission is to send you to Hades. ”

Zhao Yan's face did not waver at all, and his face was indifferent, and he kept slamming down with a fist.

Obviously, he can use the Seven Wounds Fist to kill with one blow, but he still chooses ordinary boxing methods to smash down wildly.

How can this man be allowed to die a happy death when he has done so much evil?

"Boy, if you want to have a kind, give Lao Tzu a good time, Lao Tzu is from one of the three major families in Bianjing, kill Lao Tzu and wait for the crazy revenge of my Li family, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you don't want to live." ”

Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, Li Jianjun immediately put on a vicious face and threatened viciously.

Zhao Yan didn't eat until all the bones on Li Jianjun's body were shattered, and then he stopped, so that the dying Li Jianjun could slowly enjoy the taste of waiting for death.

"Xiaofei, what do you think?"

Zhao Yan came to Yang Fei, who was angry, with a face full of regret.

The old beggar was squatting there checking his pulse, and judging by the look on his face, the situation was not optimistic.

"Brother Xiaofei, are you alright?"

Li Susu rushed over from outside the hall with tears in her eyes, squatting beside Yang Fei, tears dripping down like beads with broken threads.

"Susu, I'm afraid I can't do it. Yang Fei's eyes were scattered, his speech was intermittent, and he looked like he was dying.

"Through the past few days of getting along, I think you should have understood my mind, can you kiss me before you die, so that I can leave without regrets. ”

Li Susu cried breathlessly, and when she heard this, she didn't hesitate to kiss Yang Fei's face.

"Wait. ”

Zhao Yan suddenly looked strange, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Yang Fei's chest