The iron sand palm, which was in the second place of hard resistance, slapped Wang Heng's left shoulder at the same time, and the evil slashing blade also took away one of his left ears. The trembling tender flesh, like a baby's young lips, seemed to be open, and the blood gushed all over the left side of the iron sand palm, making it a real grimace, bloody and gloomy.

As for the panicked attacks of the remaining executioners, they only took away a few strands of flesh and skin on Wang Heng's back. Of course, this kid stabbed the two executioners in the abdomen one after another.

The chaos disappeared in an instant, but Wang Heng's second attack suddenly arrived. But seeing that his flipped body was touching the ground in a flash, his left palm slapped the ground, his left toe poked lightly, his body was strangely parallel to the ground, and with the power of one hand and one foot, his figure rolled up.

During the tumbling, the Evil Slashing Blade rotated again and again with the body as the axis. With the turn, the Demon Slashing Blade swirled and slashed out intensively, like a rotating barrel of light, moving unsteadily among the many Ghost Head Gang masters, with strings of blood floating in the air.

The ghost shadow, the iron sand palm, and the few remaining executors were ordered to resist the series of swirling slashes of the light barrel, but although the resistance was fierce, the swivelling slashes were even wilder, forcing everyone to retreat continuously.

At the moment when he forced back the ghost head gang, Wang Heng's figure shot out in a long way, slightly twisted in the air, and his body turned to the direction of the ghost head Zhang Qiang. The right foot and left foot stepped on the air three times in a row like lightning, just like stepping on the steps three times in a row, and the body shot forward two meters again, instantly rushing into front of the Ghost Head Gang.

But seeing Wang Heng's slashing blade suddenly shake, his left hand slammed, his palm turned into an iron fist, and his legs trembled slightly, shaking like waves. In an instant, a blade, a fist, and a pair of iron legs contracted each other in the air, the blades and fists were staggered, and the legs intersected, and the evil blades, legs, and fists staggered outwards with eight blades, eleven punches, and nine legs, instantly weaving a starlight wild net of blades, fists, and legs, which was as fierce as a flamethrow, and brave as an angry wave rolled over, forming a huge and fierce attack wave. Yes, the "flying dragon in the sky" in the hands of Tianlong San.

In the face of the sudden attack wave, the Ghost Head Gang advocated a strong explosion, and the Qimen weapon in his hand Ghost Head Command went up to eighteen orders. In the surging of strength, the ghost head made the ghost head at the tip bared its teeth and cracked its eyes, with a terrible scream, rolling up a thick black fog, surging up.

The Ghost Head Order, this Qimen weapon, is two feet long and six inches wide, and is in the shape of an arrow. At the top of it is a ghost head fused with gold and steel to create a ghost head with angry eyes sticking out its tongue, and six small steel rings are inlaid around the ghost head, which shakes slightly, producing a penetrating clanging sound. The Ghost Head Order weighs twenty-eight kilograms, and when it is wielded, it is extremely fast. And the wind whistle carried by speed is often intimidating and confusing.

Zhang Qiang's eighteen ghost head orders instantly became a river in a small space, shining into a piece, expanding the sky and the earth like the stars of the Tianhe River.

The two figures, with a rolling murderous aura, collided strongly from the top and bottom. A strange scene appeared, and when the energy reverberate, the weapons of the two sides did not collide, they all passed by suddenly, only the sound of rustling and rapid clothes horns proved that the moment was staggered.

The consequences of passing by and not hitting each other were quickly revealed, that is, the weapons of Wang Heng and the ghost head Zhang Qiang both rushed directly towards each other's bodies.

In the flash of life and death, Wang Heng's feet kicked each other left and right in a space half a meter square, and his body was strange, and he moved left and right four times in the air like lightning.

And the ghost head Zhang Qiang does not have such superb light body skills, he completely adopts the momentum of a bull-like strong collision and fierce attack. I saw Zhang Qiang roaring, and the ghost head in his right hand made the torrential rain hit like a wild blow, swaying a piece of starlight. The left hand clenched his fist and slammed into it, frantically slamming twelve punches, all crashing into the side of the slashing blade between the cold blades.

The sound of "puff puff" sounded one after another, and the brilliant sword light and the black hazy body continued to hit each other's bodies, and the blood swirled out like a windmill.

When the Evil Slashing Blade cut through the back of the ghost head four times, the heavy ghost head order also hit Wang Heng's left shoulder and right rib twice in a row.

The ghost head Zhang Qiang floated blood flowers and spun and fell out of the field, while Wang Heng was also hit sideways by the huge force on the ghost head order and flew away.

At the moment when Wang Heng flew out, the ghost shadow suddenly came, and thirteen palms slammed into his chest. The huge, pale black palm of the iron sand palm also struck the kid's back fiercely. The two palm shadows, like a river mussel that closes and closes, suddenly open the two mussel shells, and close like lightning in an instant. It's so cold, and it's so vicious.

The three executioners of the Ghost Head Gang who were within eight steps of Wang Heng saw Zhan Hao's body flying sideways, and their defenses were wide open. The two knives and one sword in his hand also came out colorfully, dancing out of a series of cold and shining lights, swinging out rounds of brilliant flashes, mixed with strange screams, and roaring towards Wang Heng's body in the air.

In the face of the ensuing storm, Wang Heng exhaled violently, and Tianlong's internal strength suddenly reversed, driving the body that was originally tumbling backwards to suddenly rotate in the air. The rapidly rotating body is like a high-speed rotating fan blade, whirring fiercely. The evil blade in his hand followed the rotating figure, and the strange side slash obliquely slashed, and every time it rotated at an angle, it quickly slashed out.

Oblique, sideways, crooked, twisted, no knife is a normal chop, no blade is a regular chop. However, the sword light and human figures brought out implicitly contain a profound and refined martial arts principle. Every time you see it, the sword light is already there, and every time the human eye catches it, the blade is there.

The light of the training, the flickering electricity, in an instant, gathered around the high-speed rotating fan blades, a huge flat disc, with blades and blades, roaring and slashing at the surrounding ghost gangs. Yes, the seventh type of the Thirteen Swords of the Heavenly Sword, the "Three Turns of the Heavenly Disk", the most powerful move in the group battle, is ruthless and mighty

The giant disc was accompanied by a terrible roar, one turn, two turns, and spun wildly, and before the third turn, the surrounding figures were already violently and wildly thrown out. Of course, the moment it flew out, the minced meat was scattered and the stumps were scattered.

Under the violent power of the "Three Turns of the Heavenly Disk", the five ghost gangs besieged Wang Heng, and three were injured and two died.

One of the right palms of the Iron Sand Palm and the left leg of one of the executioners were missing, and all that remained was drenched blood and white tender flesh.

At the same time, the other two executioners were cut in two by Wang Heng's high-speed rotating evil blade. The belly full of sausages rushed to flow to the ground, the green intestines were the intestines, the red ones were the lungs, and the highlights were so tragic.

The luckiest is the ghost shadow Liu Zhao, who is worthy of being the best master of light body kung fu in the ghost head gang, in the fierce display of "Tianpan Three Turns", the ghost shadow tends to avoid evil, and escapes with the wind, but it also stays in the field of nearly half a catty of leg meat.