But hearing the crisp sound of "ding", Zhao Changfeng firmly grasped the blade of the thick-backed knife with his right palm. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chuantian said that the material of the thick-backed knife does not belong to this world, and should belong to the extraterrestrial meteorite. Regarding Chuantian's words, Zhang Yan has never doubted it. So although I don't know which world it comes from, the texture is hard and fine, which Zhang Zhan has never seen.

Zhao Changfeng dared to use his flesh palm to connect the blade of the thick-backed knife, and Zhang Yan had actually guessed that he must be wearing some kind of gloves like stainless steel. Of course, his gloves are certainly not thick, and they should be soft and transparent, so his hands look the same as those of ordinary people. Such a pair of gloves as thin as cicada wings, I don't know where he got them, their value is immeasurable.

Then again, even so, offense is the best defense. Under the swing of the thick-backed knife with full force, Rao is copper wall can also be split, not to mention a pair of gauntlets without any thickness?

However, the facts that made Zhang Yan unbelievable and unbelievable were placed in front of him, and even Zhao Changfeng's mockery was so vivid.

Since Zhao Changfeng did not choose to back down, to Zhang Zhan's surprise, the follow-up moves that Zhang Zhan had secretly planned were stillborn.

The two fought hard, and Zhang Yan suddenly felt that the qi and blood in his chest were surging, and his internal organs were almost upside down. At this moment, Zhang Chuan was not shaken back, because Zhao Changfeng's right palm actually gave birth to a pulling force, pulling Zhang Remnant and rushing towards his chest. At the same time, Zhao Changfeng faintly stirred wind on his toes, and unceremoniously kicked towards Zhang Yan's lower abdomen.

If he was hit by this kick, it would be difficult for Da Luo Jinxian to save Zhang Xuan's life. But at this moment, Zhang Zhi's blood was surging, his strength was exhausted, and he had no strength to fight back.

When Zhang Remnant secretly told me to put my life to rest, suddenly a ghostly shadow seemed to emerge from the ground, and a faintly glowing white jade hand reached Zhao Changfeng's waist.

Zhang Zhan thought that he had come to the rescue, but he didn't know that the owner of this hand had no intention of rescuing Zhang Zhan at all, but the afterimage flashed, and he didn't know what he got from Zhao Changfeng's waist, and he disappeared again in a flash.

Even so, Zhao Changfeng was still cold all over his body, because if the owner of this hand was trying to take his life, he would have already taken a step forward at this moment. Just see that the owner of this hand can sneak to his side without being noticed by him, at least the skill is not below him. After all, his mind at the moment is all on Zhang Yan, and if he focuses too much on what is in front of him, he will inevitably miss the others around him.

However, when Zhao Changfeng was in a trance, when his strength was discharged, Zhang Zhan had already used the strength of a thousand catties to stop castration. I wanted to snatch the thick-backed knife out easily, but Zhao Changfeng's right palm was still like an iron hoop, holding the thick-backed knife tightly and not letting go.

With this alone, Zhang Yan knew that Zhao Changfeng's internal strength was several grades higher than his own.

The two of them were like tug-of-war, each holding the end of a thick-backed knife, standing against each other under the moon.

It was too late, and the jade hand had just retracted into the ground, but he heard a familiar shout: "Do you still want to escape?"

A blue-gray figure fell from the sky, passed between Zhang Yan and Zhao Changfeng, and slapped his palm on the vast and boundless earth.

At the moment, there is flat ground all around, so I really don't know where this figure borrowed the power from the sky to fall from the sky, could it be that he has been floating above everyone's heads? Of course, this is obviously impossible, because this is beyond the scope of martial arts, even Mo Yu will never be able to do it.

In an instant, the huge and incomparably large impact force radiated like an explosion, and the qi and blood that Zhang Remnant had just calmed down churned again, and the muscles and veins were affected by the aftermath, Zhang Remnant snorted, and a mouthful of blood spurted out at once.

Zhao Changfeng was affected by this sudden shock, and naturally he was not comfortable. However, at this juncture, he still did not let go of the thick back knife, and was ready to suddenly exert his strength to collect it in his pocket. However, as Zhang Yan's mouthful of blood was poured on the thick back knife, suddenly the thick back knife buzzed, and the black light was flourishing, and an irresistible cold actually penetrated his invulnerable heavenly silk gauntlet, and in an instant, even his consciousness was frozen.

Shocked, taking advantage of the last trace of emptiness in his heart, he retreated. A look of surprise spread all over Zhao Changfeng's face, but in this time when he couldn't breathe, the ups and downs of the rabbit and eagle were dazzling, and he didn't know where to go for a while.

Zhang Yan looked at Zhao Changfeng's stunned and stupid expression, and couldn't help but laugh secretly. But then thinking about it, it seems that he was also stunned for a long time before he barely came back to his senses, which is definitely not much better than Zhao Changfeng.

Looking at Zhao Changfeng, who was also looking at his face with a slight mockery, it was obvious that the two of them not only looked at each other at this moment, but should even be extremely close in thought. For some reason, the two looked at each other at the same time and smiled bitterly, and the tense atmosphere of saber rattling dispersed with a smile.

The person who came was Nangong Zhan.

And the people in the world who have faintly glowing holy skin, at least except for Gong Zhaoyu, Zhang Yan has not seen a second person.

Nangong Zhan poured the earth with a single palm, and nearly a hundred years of skill penetrated the soft soil, making the entire land as hard and thick as a city wall.

After a while, Gong Zhaoyu, who was difficult to perform in the Escape Technique, slowly emerged from the ground like a sprout breaking through the ground, and said happily: "Nangong senior's move has made Zhaoyu have nowhere to hide. ”

Nangong Zhan slowly stood up, his eyes shining deeply, adding a little more brilliance than the black light of his thick back knife.

Zhang Yan couldn't help but look left and right, and sure enough, Tang Ao and Tang Huan paced in a hurry. There is a familiar slender figure behind the two, and at a glance, it is that Lingxuan.

Qu Forget was not rude, and bowed slightly and said, "Nangong senior." ”

Although Qu Forget bowed his head, he did not reduce the fierce posture on his body, which made people feel that maybe one day even if Qu Forget knelt, he should also give people an indomitable image of standing up to the sky.

Nangong Zhan had forced Gong Zhaoyu to appear, and he did not step up his care for her too much under his own identity. Maybe he was confident that he would win, so he didn't even look at Gong Zhaoyu, let alone pay attention to her words, and turned his head to Qu Wang: "The people of the Goryeo Kingdom came to my Central Plains to capture people, and Qu Shi's nephew let it go, let it go, and then let it go." Is there a lack of consideration in this kind of practice? The spirit of not being afraid of heaven and earth in you has been defeated by the flashiness of power and power?"

Qu Forget was asked by Nangong Zhan so head-on, there was no sign of life, of course, it was also possible that he was hidden so deeply that people couldn't see it. And in the face of Nangong Zhan, who was several generations older than him, Qu Wang smiled faintly: "If Qu is still alone, how can he tolerate a foreign race to show off his martial arts to me? But with a responsibility, I had to do a lot of things that I was unwilling to do and had to do. Because a sentence from the younger generation may involve the survival of people who are too unrelated. ”

When he said this, a trace of sadness flashed on Qu Wang's ugly and resolute face, and he said lightly: "I am disgusted with myself all the time, but I can only choose to accept myself that I would never accept before. ”

Zhang Yan didn't look directly at Lingxuan, who was angry with him, but suddenly felt that Qu Forget didn't seem to be so ugly.