Zhang Xiaolin also faintly felt that the top of the Mo still had to rely on, but he didn't know where his confidence was.

The divine sense took a look, and only felt that there were some spiritual energy fluctuations on the waist of the person on the top of the mo, which was estimated to be a magic weapon or something.

Zhang Xiaolin also has a lot of back-hands, the reason why he fights with him is to increase some combat experience, if the master of the top of the Mo knows that Zhang Xiaolin has actually eaten him to death, and he just wants to use him as a whetstone, it is estimated that he will be so angry that he vomits three liters of blood.

I didn't have time to think about it, because the attack of the people on the top of the Mo Ding became more and more fierce, using both hands and feet, and it was like a storm, crushing over.

Zhang Xiaolin has no combat experience, and under so many exquisite martial arts attacks, he can only fight and retreat, and every step back will unload a lot of strength from the top of the mountain, although he looks a little embarrassed, he has not suffered a big loss.

The martial arts arena is a hundred zhang wide, and Zhang Xiaolin actually retreated all the way to the edge of the martial arts arena, and below the martial arts arena, there is a deep stream, which is bottomless.

The man on the top of the Mo was already out of breath, and shouted angrily, "Where are you going?"

"Since there is nowhere to retreat, I will not retreat. Zhang Xiaolin smiled slightly.

"What are you laughing at?" The master felt that Zhang Xiaolin was smiling a little weirdly.

"I've figured out a way to crack your tricks. ”

"Haha, no way, don't dream. ”

"Do you remember that there is a saying that one force will drop ten?"

The head of the Mo Ding was shocked in his heart, yes, he was indeed exhausted, and the true qi in his body was a little unstoppable.

Zhang Xiaolin saw that the master of the top of the motorcycle was already at the end of the crossbow, and his momentum suddenly rose, and his fists used twelve points of strength to collide with the master of the top of the horse. Many of the master's exquisite tricks suddenly lost their effect, and in the face of strong strength, any complicated tricks seemed to have become chicken ribs!

The situation was reversed at once, and it turned into a punch from Zhang Xiaolin, and the master took a step back.

Every time the master took a step back, his blood surged, and after receiving three or four punches in a row, he finally couldn't help it, and a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly!

After spitting out this mouthful of blood, the true qi in the human body on the top of the Mo Ding was smooth, and he immediately burst back a foot or two, took a deep breath, and stomped out two daggers with cold light under his feet, only to see him standing in an independent posture of a golden rooster, stretching out one leg, and specially let Zhang Xiaolin see the dagger on tiptoe and said: "You show your sword! I won't keep my hand anymore." ”

"Haha, did you keep your hand?" Zhang Xiaolin said with a smile.

The old man on the top of the Mo said with a hot face: "You will know later." ”

"If your hole cards are these two fruit knives, it's better not to take them out and show your ugliness, I'll take you a few knives empty-handed. ”

"Boy, you're so rampant. ”

After the Master finished speaking, he didn't talk much, and the gray leg shadow in the sky was mixed with pieces of white light, and rolled towards Zhang Xiaolin.

Zhang Xiaolin didn't dare to hold it up, he avoided the edge lightly, waved his hands together, and made a few handprints, and the wind blade technique suddenly unfolded, and the two wind blades staggered and cut towards the top master.

The man on the top of the moth obviously didn't see the sword, but he felt that the blade reached the body, and he was suddenly shocked and retreated a few feet.

"You! You've condensed your qi into a knife? What level are you? Have you broken through the innate level?"

"If you want to fight, you will fight, what nonsense?"

"Okay, you don't think that's going to kill me, do you?"

The Master stretched his whole body, and slowly untied a soft whip from his waist, which was several feet long, and the cold light flashed on it, and there were many barbs.

It's not the first time Zhang Xiaolin has fought against a soft whip warrior, he wonders if the ancients like to play soft whip so much?

When he was in Shuifu that day, Zhang Xiaolin hid at the bottom of the well, and the scene of the divine sense commanding the flying sword to cut Laifu's soft whip into several sections is still fresh in his memory, and there is a soft whip here, but this soft whip is not comparable to Laifu's, although the material is good, but after all, it is just a weapon, this is a magic weapon!

Moreover, the person who makes the whip is also different, the soft whip is drunk in the hands of a Xuan-level martial artist and in the hands of a half-step innate martial artist, it is simply a heaven and an underground.

At this time, the rest of Zhangjiazhai had already solved the battle, and the Zhang family had annihilated the invading enemy at the cost of sacrificing a second-layer Qi practitioner, more than a dozen second-layer Qi practitioners, and Zhang Zidi and Zhang Zilu were seriously injured.

The battle between the half-step innate is not something they can participate in, even if it is the third layer of Qi training, a little bit of Gangfeng that leaks out may kill them!

Seeing that the fifteen people he brought were all dead, the Master couldn't help but be sad and angry, three of them were his descendants, and the rest were the elites of the three or four generations of disciples of Ganda Temple.

Especially his three disciples, but they are extremely talented, and they are less than forty years old, and they have reached the middle of the prefecture level. How many years has it taken to train a prefecture-level martial artist, how many resources does it have to consume from the sect? Now it's okay, all of them have died here.

There was a monstrous murderous aura in the eyes of the people on the top of the mountain, and everyone seemed to feel that the temperature around them had dropped a lot in an instant, and they couldn't help but shiver.

Zhang Xiaolin suddenly yelled at all the Zhang family members behind him: "Retreat!"

Zhang Zifu came to his senses and immediately led people to retreat.

Suddenly, the soft whip of the man on the top of the Mo was like a long dragon, rolling up the dust in the sky and pounced on Zhang Xiaolin.

It turns out that this is what he relies on!

It seems that there is no way to hone anymore, the other party has already fought to the death, and if you don't pay attention to it, the boat will capsize in the gutter!

The shadow of the whip struck in the sky, Zhang Xiaolin closed his eyes, and sensed the soft whip in the hand of the master with his divine sense.

Seeing that he was blinded in this situation, the master thought that Zhang Xiaolin was underestimating the enemy, and couldn't help but snort coldly: "If you want to die, I will fulfill you." ”

Although the soft whip is airtight and airy, it still has nothing to hide under the divine sense.

Zhang Xiaolin's right hand slashed out with several wind blades, easing the attack, but his left hand accurately grabbed the whip.

"Look for death!"

Seeing that Zhang Xiaolin was so supportive, the people on the top of the motorcycle couldn't help but be angry.

Zhang Xiaolin's left hand grabbed out like lightning, and accurately grasped the position of the whip tip without barbs, and the soft whip was instantly straightened by the two of them.

The man on the top of the motorcycle looked at Zhang Xiaolin incredulously, and was stunned for a moment, the flying sword had already shot, and when he saw that he couldn't dodge, the master of the top of the motorcycle opened his eyes angrily, and smashed the handle of the whip at Zhang Xiaolin with all his true qi.

With a pop, the flying sword pierced into the dantian of the master on the top of the mo, as if piercing a large balloon, and the man on the top of the top suddenly shriveled to the ground.

The handle of the whip was like a heavy hammer, slamming into Zhang Xiaolin's chest!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhang Xiaolin suddenly fainted to the ground!