Han Yi instantly grew stronger, his aura was magnificent, and his breath was heroic.

His arm moved, like a knife swinging, cutting through the void of the night, killing intent Ling Ran, enveloping Zhao Zhanlong and Zhang Haiyang under a single knife.

Under the knife, the ghost cried wolf, and the trajectory arc of the arm sliding was like heaven and earth, not as if Han Yi could use it.

In fact, Han Yi used swordsmanship, the swordsmanship of splitting incense with twenty-four sword momentum, it was just a downward splitting action, but Han Yi practiced this action thousands of times, and he could split a little incense head in half in a quiet dark room without extinguishing it, it seemed to be a knife, just because now Han Yi stimulates heroic emotions, and under the wide opening and closing of the moves, it feels like wielding a knife.

Swords are connected.

Han Yi instantly rushed to Zhao Zhanlong's body, his arm was a sword, brushing and brushing!! slashing and stabbing more than a dozen times in a row, colliding with Zhao Zhanlong's fist.

The storm spread between the two of them in an instant, like fireworks exploding, and the energy swept away.

Hurry! Hurry!

Han Yi's hand speed now has reached the level of making people phantom, fast, fierce, pervasive, like splashing water, each sword is the ultimate display of his extreme physical strength.

Zhao Zhanlong's face remained unchanged, but his expression was more dignified, Han Yi's arm was like a sword, sharper than his hand cut, and his internal strength was stimulated, as if he had really become a peerless sword, he had no doubt that if he slowed down, he would be poked by Han Yi's sword and pierce a big hole.

It was Zhao Zhanlong who also inhaled and slammed into the fight, and a pair of fists were like a pile driver to hit a force speed that was even more violent and ferocious than the random arrow target, competing with Han Yi's fast sword.

But Han Yi's swordsmanship seems to have come from a secret tradition, and his comprehension of swordsmanship is much more profound and complete.

Although Zhao Zhanlong knew that Han Yi must be a tactic to attack the east and west, and his goal must be to kill Zhang Haiyang, but under such swordsmanship, Zhao Zhanlong did not dare to be distracted in the slightest, so he could only go all out to deal with it.

"It's not a way to go on like this, I asked him to use dark energy to shock himself at the beginning, and now I can't see anything for a while, if it lasts and can't be resolved quickly, it must be me who falls!"

After a few hard encounters, Zhao Zhanlong already knew that Han Yi's physical strength was long, and his physical fitness was so perverted that it was comparable to him, you must know that he is now in his thirties, which is the age when his physical fitness is at its peak, and if he does not maintain his physical fitness in a few years, his physical fitness will gradually decline, which is why he made plans in advance and left the underground black fist to become a bodyguard in the Zhang family.

And now Han Yi's physical fitness is even better than he imagined, the two have bombarded each other a few times, he was cold at the beginning, he was shocked and injured inside, and now he has started to fight hard again, Zhao Zhanlong is really shaken.

The two of them fought hard, relying on a breath, whoever has a long physical fitness and abundant breath, who can fight fast and hard, like two swords that are not pleasing to the eye and slash each other, skeletal and muscular internal bombardment, who shows a weak state, will immediately be broken defense, and the fast sword will be stabbed to death in place.

Therefore, although Zhao Zhanlong knew that he would die after a long battle, he did not dare to make other changes, and now he could only pin his hopes on Zhang Haiyang, after all, Zhang Haiyang's Luohan Boxing had also reached the realm of supernatural perfection.

The two of them shot a series of phantoms, and Zhang Haiyang's fist over there also followed, although his speed had reached the limit, it was still slower than Han Yi and Zhao Zhanlong, the two dark power masters.

By the time Zhang Haiyang arrived at the center of Han Yi and Zhao Zhanlong's battle, the two of them had already slashed dozens of hands with their swords, and their muscles and bones were in unison, and the two of them seemed to be constantly refining a piece of steel, and Duan burned off the impurities in the iron, leaving only a hundred refined steel.

The breathing of the two became stronger and stronger, and between the swallows and breaths, it seemed to form a whirlwind between the two of them, mixed with qi and crackling.

At this time, Zhang Haiyang came, he rubbed his palms, and seemed to give birth to a thunderous blow in the palm of his palm, and when he rubbed and crossed for a moment, he instantly swung in front of him, standing upright, standing sideways, inverted palms, upright palms, backpalms, and horizontal palms overlapped instantly, and finally turned into a palm, and threw it at Han Yi's back spine with a bang.

Under the palm of his hand, the gold cracked iron, directly causing a strong air pressure to blow the air behind Han Yi, like a sports car accelerating and crashing.

Arhat flower arrangement!

Han Yi's face was also extremely dignified, he inhaled violently, as if there was a whirlpool in front of him, and then collided with Zhao Zhanlong's arm and fist, and then changed his move instantly, close to Zhao Zhanlong's side, his left hand and left foot twisted like a tota, his arm was like a sword, and his iron fingers shot Zhao Zhanlong's throat vigorously, his right hand and right foot were steady and still, his arm was like a long bridge, and as he inhaled his body, he lifted his breath from the dantian, held it on the palm of his hand, closed his elbow after reaching his chest, turned his arm, flipped his wrist, and pushed it out horizontally.

Han Yi's move is a bit like the left and right fighting in a certain martial arts master, his body attacking left and right like a whirlwind, looking around, plundering and killing in all directions. In fact, this is the law of the silver python potential in the twenty-four sword potential. For example, a python twists its whole body to kill the enemy, and it is just right to use it at this time.

Boom!

Han Yi took the lead in colliding with Zhang Haiyang's arhat flower arranger, and the two of them shook together.

Under the palm, Zhang Haiyang's complexion changed wildly, and he felt that a huge wave of fist power came from Han Yi's palm, wave after wave, which was the strength of Xingyi's churning waves.

In the midst of the frantic change in his complexion, he took three steps back on the ground under his feet!! and stepped on three floor tiles before he paused, as if the whole person was stunned, and remained motionless in place under one palm.

Han Yi slapped out with a palm, and felt that the strength of his body had leaked a lot at once, his palm was full of sweat, and the iron finger of his left hand was also pinched together with Zhao Zhanlong's scissor-like iron finger at this time.

As soon as the two collided, they were secretly vigorous, and they both felt as if they had hit a hedgehog, and the needle-like strength drilled into their fingers, but as soon as they touched, their hands cracked, and red blood trickled out like a stream.

The first time I saw red!

"The strength is almost up, and the dark energy can be sent about two more times!"

Zhao Zhanlong's face was heavy, and after colliding with Han Yi's dark energy, he also took a step back, exhaled and trimmed, and knew his physical condition with a sweep.

Han Yi is the same, exhale and inhale, and blow up the cold hair, but he is much better than Zhao Zhanlong, after all, the Taishang Jade Axis Six-Character Qi Trick broke through to the state of full qi and ascending a few days ago, and then it showed a difference, he directly walked like a big plow stick, and his body shoveled in front of Zhang Haiyang in two steps like opening a bow and controlling the string, and his body opened violently, like a flag waving in the wind, hunting, and making a powerful explosion.

Zhang Haiyang exhaled lightly, and finally freed himself from Han Yi's dark blow, but ushered in Han Yi's direct attack, and it was the first time he independently faced Han Yi's violent punch, only to feel that all of a sudden the world was dark, and the gods and demons were attacking him, wanting to deprive him of his life.

Zhang Haiyang didn't have time to think about it, he formed palms with both hands, raised his arms high, and inserted his palms upward, like worshipping Buddha, the little Arhat fist is a style of Arhat worshipping Buddha, gods and demons want to take my life, Buddhas, please protect me, Zhang Haiyang wants to carry Han Yi upside down with one palm.

On the side, Zhao Zhanlong saw that Zhang Haiyang didn't know the absolute power of Han Yi's style, and he was shocked, he roared tiger, stomped under his feet, exploded the stone slab, and crossed the mountains and forests like a tiger.