The figure in the air turned and turned, and Wang Heng spun and dived down, like an eagle in the nine heavens, and swooped straight at the two ghost head gang hardmen who were fighting with the rotary knife Zhang Shigang.

Wang Heng's fierce voice shouted: "Shigang went to help the silver fork, and I will deal with these two dog heads." ”

The syllables of "Li" are still floating in the air, and the evil blade is like a flying dragon in the nine heavens, splitting out twenty-three blades in an instant, and the light of the knife like electricity is like a heavenly river pouring down, and the two ghost heads are covered with hard hands.

The two-foot short knife in Zhang Shigang's hand floated out leisurely, slashing the slightly chubby character on the left with a spinner, like a ribbon of light winding up.

The two opponents originally wanted to separate one person to meet Wang Heng's attack, but as soon as the evil blade was shot, both of them knew that even if the two of them fought together, they would not be able to accept this slash.

But seeing the two of them jumping out of both sides like chickens and flying dogs, and at the moment of jumping, Zhang Shigang's spinning knife swooped straight into the silver fork's battle group in a stream of blood with the opponent's calf.

Seeing that the two hard-handed hands of the Ghost Head Gang broke through so easily, they just wanted to pursue, but Wang Heng's second wave of attacks had already erupted rapidly.

As a last resort, the two of them had two ghost-headed knives that fluttered and sprinkled, like pieces of snowflakes around Wang Heng, between their shots, telescopic and contraction-like electricity, and between rotations, they slashed and stabbed fiercely, and joined forces to resist the offensive of Zhan Hao like a storm.

But seeing that Wang Heng's moves were instantaneous, the tip of the blade flickered, and the evil blade was like an ethereal whirling ghost, erratic and unpredictable entanglement of the two opponents, up and down, spinning and slashing.

For a while, the original situation of equal division between the two masters in the fight was broken by the battle hero Wang Heng in an instant.

The young old man who attacked with the golden knife saw that the form was not good, and if it continued to develop in this form, the defeat of the Ghost Head Gang was only a matter of time. It's better to fight in advance, and it is possible to reverse the situation.

Thinking of this, the thin old man shouted angrily: "The Ghost Head Gang, fight to kill the enemy, even if you die, you must hold up the prestige of the Ghost Head Gang." ”

As soon as the words fell, the double-edged sword hard hand of the Ghost Head Gang who was fighting with the silver fork was the first to respond, and his body suddenly moved, completely ignoring the tide of attack of the silver fork, and the double-edged sword stabbed the eighteen swords like a storm, and the swords and swords were in front of each other, and they rushed to the rotary knife Zhang Shigang not far away.

And Zhang Shigang's opponent of the rotary knife "split Huashan" with a big iron axe, from top to bottom, slashing with all his strength, and at the same time swinging his legs together, suddenly kicking eleven feet, forming a rainstorm like a fierce cover of the lower three roads of the rotary knife.

At this time, Zhang Shigang's figure was nailed like a pile, without retreating at all, his forehead was exposed, and his eyes were wide open.

In a resolute gaze, Zhang Shigang's body was slightly deflected at a speed invisible to the naked eye, instantly avoiding the iron axe of the violent split, and the two-foot short knife in his hand was projected out between squandering, like a meteor flashing to the throat of the big man with the axe.

But the opponent's rainstorm-like legs also kicked the double @ crotch of the spinning knife at the same time, and the "kick and kick" retreated four or five steps in a row, just in time to meet the double-edged sword attack of the other hard hand of the Ghost Head Gang.

At this time, the rotor was in severe pain in his crotch, unable to dodge, roaring, his hands turned from palms to fists, and he reversed his elbows and slammed twelve punches back, which was a double-edged sword that wanted to use his fists to carry the opponent.

But he also knew that this was just a helpless move, even if he could catch the attack of the double-edged sword, but a pair of arms had to be scrapped. If you can't catch it, then there is only a dead end in the end.

The silver fork was anxious, roaring again and again, and the steel fork in his hand waved sixteen forks wildly, slipping and lightning, and formed a net of double-edged swords behind him, trying to force it to return to defense, in order to save the spinning knife Zhang Shigang in the emergency crisis.

But the double-edged sword did not dodge the desperate attack of the silver fork, and a puff of blood continued to spill on the tip of the silver fork. Stimulated by the sharp pain in his back, the posture of the double-edged sword in his hand remained unchanged, the offensive did not change, and he stepped on it violently, roaring and rushing wildly, without leaving the deadly attack behind him, that is, he wanted to fight for his life with his life, splash blood with blood, and kill the rotary knife on the spot at the cost of death.

The wind and clouds are intertwined, and the wind is raging, just in the moment of life and death when Zhang Shigang has no way to hide and no way to escape.

A dagger, a dagger with a cold light, suddenly appeared from the void behind the double-edged sword, so abrupt and so weird. Like the teeth of a demon, the cry of a terrible ghost, the dagger is like lightning, and it pierces the vest of a double-edged sword with viciousness and ferocity.

Yes, this is the most bizarre and mysterious twelfth type of "Heavenly Needle Illusion" in the thirteen slashes of Wang Hengtian's knife. There are no violent swings, no violent slashes, just a flash from nothingness to nothingness, from mysterious to eerie.

The snowy dagger with a cold wind and a gloomy dead air, like an embroidery needle in the hands of the fairy weaver girl, beautiful is beautiful, but it is full of evil and viciousness.

With a "snort", a small and silent sound, it was like cutting through a pair of silk, piercing people's hearts and piercing the air, making the eighteen swords that were originally attacking like a tide of double-edged swords come to an abrupt end.

Like a balloon filled with air, at the moment it was punctured, all the gas and all the vitality were taken away by the sudden dagger. And, of course, the blood gushes with it.

In the moment of this attack, the fists of the spinning knife finally knocked away the demonic life-chasing double-edged sword as he wished, although the blood flowed into the hands instantly, but the arm stopped and his life was saved.

Zhang Shigang shook the blood in his palms and shouted, "Thank you for saving your life!"

Wang Heng laughed in the air and said: "Rotary knife, don't forget to get my dagger back for me, remember, scrub this son." ”

As soon as Zhan Hao Wang Heng's words fell, the evil slashing blade in his hand flashed wildly, and in an instant, twenty-eight sword lights merged into a belt of light that was practiced, like a nine-day waterfall gushing out, vigorously submerging the two hard hands of the Ghost Head Gang on the opposite side.

In the face of the stormy attack, the two ghost-headed knives were slashing and slashing, desperately, but between the strong wind, the two jumped up and down, although they were unwilling, but they had to retreat again and again.

In the moment when the two opponents were staggering, Wang Heng's left hand turned into a fist, and the thin character was constantly regressed like a hammer sweeping through the air, making the two of them immediately collapse in a hard resistance.

In the moment of disintegration, Wang Heng's right hand slashed the evil blade and stretched and breathed in a sudden tremble, and a cold light was like lightning in the extreme north, spinning back from the neck of the slightly chubby character, and rising into the air with a fat head and full of blood.

At the moment when his head flew for a blood test, Wang Heng's figure did not hesitate, his feet lightly clicked, he flew up in the air, turned left and right, and pounced on the thin old man who was fighting hard with the golden knife, and drank in his mouth, "Silver fork, take the life of this dog next to me." ”

At this time, the thin old man had already discovered that his subordinates' hard hands were instantly beheaded by the battle hero Wang Heng, and all the attacks and balances of the Ghost Head Gang were wiped out when the cold and cold slashing blade was raised.

The old man's double-edged shovel in his hand was like lightning, stabbing again and again, and a word with a hint of panic came out: "You are a war hero!"