Fluttering clothes.

Kou Wenzhan slowly walked forward, but every step seemed to squash the space.

The arrogance of others is not even as majestic as these slow steps.

Simon Shah had to move, otherwise he would be crushed by the space that was gradually solidifying.

As soon as the silver teeth were bitten, Ximensha rushed again, and Ximensha could only move forward.

This time, it was Kou Wenzhan who took the lead, and his five fingers were stretched out, and each knuckle seemed to have qi.

Simonsha only felt a strong attraction spread around him, not only did he slow down, but even his strength was a little weaker.

Simonsha had to stop again.

But the distance between the two is still shortening.

Because Kou Wenzhan took a crash, he had suddenly appeared in front of Ximensha, no matter whether Ximensha's face was ugly or not, the palm knife had already been cut off.

All this seems to be plain and simple, but in the eyes of Ximensha, it is changeable.

Of course, Ximensha can use the "dreamlike magic hand" to resist, but the ghost in the palm knife makes it impossible to judge, and he is stunned for a while, and it is difficult to react.

The neck was cut by hatred, and it was almost crooked, and the person had already stepped backwards.

Kou Wenzhan's feet were still not slow, and he did not speed up because of a successful move.

Seeing that the five fingers of his right hand swelled again, Ximensha felt that there was a strong wind blowing behind him, and even pushed himself into Kou Wenzhan's chest.

Ximen Sha poured strength on his feet, and made a "thousand catties of Ding" all over his body, wanting to take root in place like an old tree, and leaning back on a large scale, just to compete with the wind.

A slight smile blew on Kou Wenzhan's face, and then he opened his other palm, like a wizard calling for wind and rain, and sure enough, the wind was even stronger, it was a thousand-year-old tree, and it looked like it was about to rise from the ground.

Soon, Simon Sha was like a leaf in the autumn wind, and was finally swept away by the wind.

Kou Wenzhan simply stretched out his fist, but Simon Sha slammed into it, and then fell heavily on the wooden floor of the tavern.

Simon Sha, who was rolling on the ground, had a swollen face and a blue nose, and bitter water quietly spit out of his throat.

But Ximensha is still a hard bone after all, and Ximensha still has to stand in front of Kou Wenzhan.

Kou Wenzhan smiled, a playful smile.

Kouwen occupies the road.

"It's a 'flower hand'. ”

Then he saw his hands standing straight in front of him, and stretched out his ten fingers, and a fierce wind swept the ground, and once again blew the back of Simonsha, which was crumbling.

Simon sapore leaped into the air, exposed to the wind, his hands crossed diagonally while defending and looking for a deadly killing opportunity.

Finally, the two of them were close at hand.

Kou Wenzhan swung a palm knife freely and freely, but Ximensha still couldn't see the reality and falsehood.

Kou Wenzhan said indifferently.

"It's the 'flower hand'. ”

Ximensha didn't resist, he was ruthless in his heart, he wanted to eat this blow hard, and then take advantage of Kou Wenzhan's slack to fight back with all his strength.

The knife was still cut at the neck, not an inch away.

Immediately, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Simonsha's mouth.

Twice in the same place with such a heavy hand, some of the muscles and bones may have gone wrong.

But Simon Shah didn't care.

That's when Simon Sa was desperate.

So even the blood that spurted out was used as a tool to cover Kou Wen's vision. Sure enough, in order to avoid the blood splashing on his face, Kou Wenzhan couldn't help but turn his head.

Simonsha raised his hands.

The purple whirlrods on both hands had already revealed their sharpest fangs, and they were about to explode like two heavy cannons on the twisted front door.

Kou Wenzhan said lightly.

This is the "flower picker". ”

Simonza's ears could not hear much more.

Simonsha only thought about blasting the two whirling sticks heavily on Kou Wenzhan's cheek or forehead.

Ximen Shawu could see his two hands slowly hovering in front of Kou Wenzhan's face, and Ximen Sha smiled cruelly, indicating that he had succeeded. Immediately after that, Kou Wenzhan's face would begin to deform and distort as a result of being hit hard by the spinning stick, and then the blood would begin to flow profusely.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

In the next moment, Ximensha couldn't help but pause.

Kou Wenzhan in front of him was still smiling, his face was still good-looking, and he also looked annoying.

What went wrong, Simmensha didn't understand.

Ximensha hurriedly inspected it, and was suddenly shocked, when did the two purple whirling sticks sticks sticks stick out of the back of their palms disappear? Could it be when Kou Wenzhan was talking about "flower pickers"?

Kou Wenzhan had already continued.

"I have one last resort, which is called 'Flower Destroyer'. ”