Taking advantage of the other party's momentary stunnedness, Xu Yang waved the gossip knife and pounced on the martial artist closest to him.

The warrior carried a pair of mandarin ducks across the tiger basket, which was the nemesis of the Bagua Knife, and after a short period of fear, he turned into anger, and the left and right moves met the source, and the Tiger Basket really locked the Bagua Knife.

The warrior was surprised and delighted, he didn't expect it to be so easy.

However, he didn't expect that Xu Yang would abandon the knife at all.

The third time he gave up the knife, the other party still didn't have any defense, if he didn't die, who would die?

A move to break the powder stone in the jade fist, the right fist smashed the head of the cross-tiger basket warrior, the warrior wanted to block it with a blade in a hurry, but he forgot that he locked the gossip knife with the cross-tiger basket, and the gossip knife also locked the cross-tiger basket.

It was too late to block, and the warriors retreated sharply, but they couldn't retreat.

Xu Yang's left hand has been drawn from the flank, and with a move of "flowers and willows", the martial artist's body suddenly stagnated, and Xu Yang's right fist has hit.

With a bang, the broken jade fist hit the opponent's head.

Breaking jade boxing is a secret skill of Huashan, practiced to the depths, can have the power of splitting mountains and splitting stones.

Even if Xu Yang could only cultivate to the first level because he did not have the assistance of the Huashan Sect's Mixed Yuan Gong, it was not something that an ordinary martial artist's flesh and blood could stop.

Straddle the Tiger Basket Warrior, fall.

The third pursuer, dead!

As soon as the warrior died, his hands suddenly lost their strength and fell across the tiger basket.

On tiptoe, the Bagua Knife rose up, Xu Yang grabbed it with his left hand, turned around and threw himself at the other two martial artists.

The only two remaining martial artists knew that something was wrong, and they all took a defensive position, in a vain attempt to block Xu Yang even with a move and a half.

However, under the mixture of panic, the moves used by the two were slightly deformed than usual.

Situ Lang didn't care if he was poisoned at this time, and with a move of "Crane Soaring Nine Days", the tip of the snowy spear slammed straight into Xu Yang's heart.

Xu Yang was like a killing god at this time, ignoring Situ Lang's flame spear behind him.

If you don't kill the two people in front of you, there is only one way to die today.

Opportunism doesn't always work.

Surviving death is the only way to deal with the current situation.

When the flaming spear is about to arrive, he still has a chance.

The mind is one, the moves are more and more pure, and the knife is more and more intense.

At the same time as the gossip knife in his left hand was swung, lime powder was also spilled in his right hand.

The two warriors were only concerned with the subtle moves of defending against the Bagua Knife, but they never thought that the master on the other side was like a killing god...... But there is no master's demeanor at all.

Lime powder......

Is this a god horse thing?

If they still have time to say a word, they just want to say, "I can't see through you." ”

Then, the two of them, whose eyes were fascinated by lime powder, waved the blades in their hands indiscriminately, and then their necks were cold, and they both lost their lives.

This can also be done?!

Situ Lang, who came from behind Xu Yang, was actually stunned for a while.

was stunned by Xu Yang's shamelessness......

Situ Lang found that he was stunned more times today than he had ever experienced in his life......

It's a second-rate master, why do you want to make lime powder that even small thieves look down on the most in the rivers and lakes......

Do little hooligans fight?

If it is used by someone who is higher than his own martial arts, it will be fine.

To use these two third-rate masters whose obvious martial arts are not as good as his?

Is it good to have a blue face?

..................

For Xu Yang, is face important?

Is it more important than life?

After killing all the five pursuers, Xu Yang slowly turned around and looked at Situ Lang who was a zhang away.

It's a safe distance, and it's impossible for the other party to kill them right away.

It's also an unsafe distance, and if the two sides start at the same time, they will be handed over in one move.

Situ Lang's heart has always been calm, and it is up and down.

His hands, which had always been steady, trembled slightly.

I don't know if it's because of anger or fear.

He couldn't figure it out himself.

He only knew that the Yan Ji on the other side, if it was possible to turn back, he would never want to be an enemy of him again in his life.

It's shameless, and it's terrible.

In just a few breaths of his panic, he actually killed five third-rate masters in seconds.

Five, at least it would take a little effort to deal with it by himself, and he actually did it with only a pack of lime powder from beginning to end............

Is he still his opponent now?

Also, the wound he suffered before was actually bloodless.

What the hell is this?

When a person has something that he cannot understand, then he must have the ability to surpass himself.

This is a phrase that has been on the lips of the Lord, but it is inexplicably remembered at this time.

At the same time, I also thought of the Lord's judgment of this person and his care for the four of himself.

"This person, unparalleled in wisdom, decisive, alert, is a good opponent I have not met for many years, and the strength of martial arts can not be accurately judged, but the most optimistic estimate, his martial arts are also above you, if you meet this person, you must not use the strong, can detect the whereabouts of this person, it is a great achievement, never do it......"

It seems that there are some other cares that I can't remember.

Is it because of the smooth sailing over the years that I have made myself and my brothers too underestimated?

Such a terrible opponent, I still want to capture him?

The other party actually has such a terrible method, why is he still injured by himself?

Don't...... Is it just to lure out all the pursuers?

This person is really terrible.

In just a few breaths, Situ Lang's brain kept turning, the cause and effect were linked, and as soon as he analyzed, Situ Lang knew that he was not an opponent, and the other party dealt with him, just like a cat playing with a mouse.

Xu Yang desperately suppressed the heartbeat that was beating so much that he almost jumped out of his chest, his left hand was holding the knife, and his right hand was in a casual posture behind him, but he was actually using his body to block the shaking hand.

He didn't dare to let Situ Lang see half of his weakness.

Just now, the rabbit got up and fell, and with a few killing moves, he instantly cleared out five third-rate masters, which seemed to be easy and freehand, but in fact, he had extremely high requirements for his body, and it could almost be said that he had overdrawn all the limits.

If there was no opponent present, Xu Yang would want to lie directly in this snowy field and sleep beautifully, even if he might freeze to death, he couldn't stop his tired body.

However, not only can he not fall down now, on the contrary, he must also pretend to be a bamboo in his chest, otherwise, if he is a little relieved, Situ Lang will see the flaws, and he is afraid that he will not be able to be good today.

Xu Yang looked like he was holding a wisdom pearl, and said to Situ Lang with a smile: "Mr. Situ, I was just laughing at the next place, Zunjia didn't get poisoned, it was just a joke under him, don't be angry, don't be angry, haha......"

The more he said this, the more suspicious Situ Lang became, he was an extremely cautious person, and his life was more precious than anything else, and it was easier for him to believe in a guy like Yan Ji than to let him believe that the sun rose in the west.

However, at this time, he couldn't tear his face, after all, the poisonous water in himself just now was probably a colorless and tasteless poisonous thing, just like the poison on the iron ling, which had never appeared in the rivers and lakes, and no one had seen it, but it could kill people.

What a terrible person, terrible poison.

Man is a hundred times more terrible than this poison.