In the desperate fight just now, although Wang Heng was swept away by the black wind palm of the tyrant, the injury was not very serious. After spinning and landing, he quickly clicked a few acupuncture points on the wound to stop the bleeding slightly.

Raising his head slightly, Wang Heng resolutely looked at the tyrant fearlessly, and the evil blade in his hand flashed a bright light, and he shouted violently: "Tyrant, you are nothing great, you can't pit the master, don't you still stand here now? Today is either you die or I die, and we will separate life and death from the top of this angry sword peak." ”

"Okay, okay, Wang Heng, you don't need to be stubborn now, let you really taste the fierce harm of the madman's iron palm today. ”

With that, the tyrant reached into his arms and pulled out a pair of gloves from the inner pocket of his jacket. It looks like gold but not gold, like iron and not iron, the black oil color exudes a cold cold light, and the two gloves make a metal wire impact sound in the friction.

That's right, this is the harmless unique weapon of the tyrant Zhang--- black iron gloves. It is said to be woven by fusing the tenacities of a mutated beast in black steel, which is extremely tough and powerful, and is said to be able to crack stones and break gold.

Seeing this black iron glove, Wang Heng's mouth was secretly bitter. The Berserk is so difficult to deal with when he doesn't use a unique weapon, and if he wears black gloves, the hope of victory is even slimmer.

As soon as the black iron gloves were put on, the palms "squeaked" and rubbed twice, like a terrible sound of glass rubbing against each other, the tyrannical figure swayed and took three steps. The right palm struck forward with eighteen palms like a storm, and before the palm shadow disappeared, the left palm turned into a fist, and instantly struck the Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast with twelve punches.

The fist wind and palm shadow of the wild man included Wang Heng and the Tianshi spirit beast in an instant, and it was so fast and natural for the tyrant to attack one person and one beast at the same time, just like wandering in the fields and floating beside the mountains and rivers. The cultivation of the tyrant is profound and strange, and at this moment, it is clear at a glance.

The evil slashing blade in his hand shook suddenly, the five fingers trembled slightly, and the tip of the evil slashing blade moved again and again, and in an instant, the evil slashing blade struck out nineteen points intensively, like the Milky Way dotted and the stars twinkled, just like the demon blinking his eyes and grinning his mouth, and burst up violently.

The Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast roared even more, like a fierce ghost crying, a deep charm whispering, and a continuous sound of sound power stabbing the ears of the tyrant. The slightest sound line, strands of sound and arrows, thousands of arrows were fired together, overwhelming, and suddenly enveloped the entire Fury Sword Peak.

As soon as the sound whistled, the white beast shadow flashed, just like the cold lightning of the extreme north, which came in an instant. The sharp claws of the Heavenly Lien Spirit Beast burst into seventeen claws at the same time, crisscrossing from top to bottom, from left to right. The bright white claw tips cut the sky and the earth, pointing east and west, and in an instant, a claw net was woven and slammed head-on.

The tyrant Zhang laughed harmlessly, like a thunderstorm. The thunder and sound were mixed together and chaotic in an instant. Yes, the peerless sound of the tyrant --- the sound of the thunder, and the sharp roaring arrows of the Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast were all wiped out together in the mutual attack.

And the black wind iron palm of the tyrant hit Wang Heng and the spirit beast's evil slashing blades and claws like dark clouds, like the roar of ten thousand beasts and the raging waves.

In an instant, lightning-like attacks and rock-like defenses complemented each other, flying sand and stones, and sections of dead branches and puffy sand were carried by the fierce wind and force.

Sweat continued to seep out from Wang Heng's forehead, chest, and back, and in an instant, he was already exhaling like mist and panting wildly. The part of the ribs that was swept by the tyrant was even more painful, and when he breathed in, the slightest pain constantly tortured Wang Heng's nerves.

Shooting like electricity and attacking and retreating freely is the true portrayal of the harmless tyrant. Thunderous laughter, wind-like palm shadows, and lightning-like kicks, attacking Wang Heng and the Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast in turn.

At this time, the situation of the Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast was relatively better, with its swift jumping, sharp claws, and sharp mouth, it used each other and skewered and linked, causing its attack on it to be frustrated again and again.

But Wang Heng is much worse, the body that has not fully recovered, in this fight with the tyrant, the physical strength is consumed very quickly. And in the previous period, the part hit by the ghost foot of the master of the Black Water Gate also began to suffer from sharp pain.

Between the gestures, the tearing and stagnation of the wound are almost to the extent of strangulation. And the rib wounds that were originally swept away by the iron palm of the tyrant also began to slowly flow blood, and these injuries were constantly weakening Wang Heng's physical strength.

But there is no way, now this kid can only hold on. His own heart is clear, and he must stand up if he can't stand it. Life and death are only in a moment, and success or failure is hidden in the flash.

From the moment he engaged, Wang Heng clearly realized that a long period of continuous entanglement was the most unfavorable to him. With the ample physical strength and strong internal strength of the tyrant, he faced his own injured body that had not yet healed. In addition to the continuous fighting, he has already overdrawn his body, even with the help of the Heavenly Lien Spirit Beast, it is impossible to be the opponent of the tyrant.

Now the only way is to fight for your life and seek opportunities with danger in order to survive from the dead.

Thinking of this, Wang Heng's teeth clenched together fiercely, Tianlong's internal strength surged wildly in the veins, and a series of fierce roars blurted out, and the evil blade in his hand suddenly pierced, turning back and forth, spinning wildly eighteen times like a turntable, like a fan of electric shocks that unfolded the scorching sun's rays, shooting out ten thousand rays of light, and swinging the fan towards the tyrant.

Yes, the Thirteen Slashes of the Heavenly Sword Ninth Type "Heavenly Fan Scorching Sun", the wild, indomitable black iron glove of the crashing tyrant.

The sharp edge of the Evil Slashing Blade is like a high-speed rotating wheel, constantly hitting and rubbing the black iron gloves of the tyrant, bursting out a spark, as violent as the high-speed friction of the machine tool.

The Lion spirit beast flipped and fell suddenly in the air, its hind legs stood upright, its front paws went up, from bottom to up, from left to right, and it waved twenty-three claws spicily.

The two black iron gloves crossed up and down, suddenly closed and separated, and Han waved forty-eight palms like a sea of smoke. Eighteen palms forward, critting Wang Heng's evil blade, thirty palms behind, like a day of nets, the heavenly lion spirit beast with two claws and a mouth.

The Thirteenth Slash of the Heavenly Sword Tenth Style "Heavenly Wolf Swallowing the Sun" suddenly appeared in a flash of thought that the "Heavenly Fan Scorching Sun" had not yet dissipated.

The blade of the evil blade rotates, the handle of the knife strikes, and the seventeen blades are instantly struck, and the thirteen handles are smashed, and the brilliance between the blades flashes between the blades, and the black wind reverberates with the handles. A wolf's mouth with sharp, dazzling wolf teeth appeared above the big head of the tyrant, the wolf's mouth was wide open, the wolf's teeth were swallowed, and the vicious bite was fierce.

When the change of move was instantaneous, and the change style was in an instant, the iron palm, blade, canine teeth, and claws crashed together.

No one retreats, no one lets go, just like two high-speed trains, slamming into each other head-on. Everyone knows that when they collide together, the sky will fall apart, and the line between life and death will be broken, but even if they know, everyone still collides violently without hesitation.