While everyone was chasing and fighting on the Hanging City, there was also a large group of people watching the excitement on the top of the cliff. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A man in a cloak sat on the edge of a cliff with six wooden plaques in front of him, each with this pile of silver in front of it. A large group of iron-masked men stood around, watching the fierce battle below, scratching their ears and cheeks one by one, pondering and meditating.

At this time, the three wooden plaques with the names of Shen Tiangang, Gu Zilong, and Tang Qing had already been put on the ground, and the silver had also been allocated to the other three piles.

The man knocked around with a small stick, and a sly smile floated on his lips, "Wang Chen pays twenty-five for one, Yan Hou pays twenty-five, and Situ Jing pays one for one." Hurry up and place your bets!"

Situ Jing was thrown alone to the southernmost part of the city, and when he woke up, he searched everywhere for his opponent.

But everyone else was in the north city, and by the time he came from the south of the city, several battles in the north of the city had already ended. finally met Yan Hou, who had beaten Tang Qing, and after a few moves, he began to run away and ran back to the south of the city. The kid slid like a loach, jumping up and down in various rooms, and after a while, he disappeared under the pursuit of the killing god. This made Situ Jing very depressed.

The aggrieved fighting spirit in his heart made him even more furious, and with two punches, he smashed a wooden house to pieces.

"Is there no one again?" he said to himself. Suddenly, his body was stunned, his ears stood up like rabbits, and a smile immediately appeared on his brow, "No, here it is." As he spoke, two teenagers turned over the wooden wall on the corner and appeared in front of him in high spirits.

The man at the head of the group wore an iron sword at his waist, with a domineering look on his face, and his eyes flashed with a resolute flame, while the man beside him was full of excitement, carrying a bundle of iron rods like a small mountain on his back, and holding one in his hand, and his eyes were full of victory. These two people are Wang Chen and Yan Hou.

Situ Jing licked his lips, and his eyes were filled with a thick battle intent.

Wang Chen and Yan Hou didn't say much, and they pulled out their weapons and rushed over. There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the three of them each jumped towards each other. For a while, the shadow of the fist, the shadow of the stick, and the shadow of the sword were staggered in the air, which was dazzling.

Yan Hou flew in the air, and with a stick on the head, he was grabbed by Situ Jing with one hand, and threw it to the right, while his body spun like a spinning top, and his left leg was like an iron whip, kicking on the iron sword that Wang Chen ran towards his right rib.

Wang Chen's wrist flicked, and the blade of the sword fell, like a dexterous little snake, going straight to his lower abdomen along Situ's legs. At the same time, Yan Hou lightly touched the eaves, and shot at Situ's eyes with a stick in both hands like a sharp arrow.

"Ho!" Situ was not ambiguous at all, his left leg led his right leg to kick up, just changing Wang Chen's long sword from his side to his body, and at the same time, his heel pressed against Wang Chen's head like a meteor hammer. His whole body became parallel to the ground, and the thick iron rod grazed right past the door in front of him. He struck Yan Yan in the chest with both fists, and a bloody arrow shot out of the boy's mouth, staining half of his shoulders red.

Wang Chen on the ground twisted his waist and leg vigorously, and Situ's right leg smashed the plank road, only to hear a loud "boom", and the plank road was smashed in half.

"Hou! Let's run. It's a loss to defend him like this!"

As soon as Wang Chen looked up, Yan Hou was getting up from the roof opposite. Wang Chen shouted as he followed the wooden beams beside him, and one by one he went up to the roof.

"Want to run?" Situ Jing pulled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, "Ho!" he shouted, and the red fist qi rushed towards the two like a meteor shower. Wherever the fist qi went, it was devastating, and the four-finger-thick wooden wall was like tissue paper, and in the blink of an eye, the places where the three of them passed were all in ruins.

Yan Hou used the iron rod as a javelin as he ran, and threw it at Situ one after another. This should be done in normal times, with strict brute force, one is enough to wear two or three people in pairs. At this time, he was as weak as a matchstick in front of Situ. If you don't get close, you will be smashed by the fist, and occasionally you can't resist Situ's fierce fist, and when you hit it with a punch, the iron rod flew back upside down and plunged straight into the stone wall behind the city.

Situ Jing was like a huge beast from the wilderness, with a terrifying roar coming out of his mouth, and he chased after it. The plank road groaned in pain beneath his feet, and the entire Hanging City seemed to tremble as he stepped on it.

Wang Chen ran to dodge, his mind spinning rapidly. Their current situation is too passive, and they have to think of some strategy. Thinking about it, he shouted loudly and shouted at Yan Hou, "Ah Hou, get rid of him and go to the open space in the south of the city!"

"Oh. Yan Hou replied, exerting force under his feet, and sped up his speed again.

Situ Jing was half a step slower than them, and when he arrived, he only saw Wang Chen standing in the middle of the clearing with a smile.

A hint of ridicule rose to his lips, and he didn't pause, and ran out with his fists in flames. Wang Chen dodged back, his fist slamming on the plank, splashing sawdust on the ground. Wang Chen raised his sword to counterattack, and the two fought and retreated, and before they knew it, they retreated to the edge of the clearing. A few inches around is a cliff, if you are beaten down, then you must be more than lucky.

"Lacha", Wang Chen stepped back, and Situ took a step forward. With one foot, he stomped on the plank under his feet, and one leg sank into it out of thin air. His brow furrowed, and his other leg stepped forward to leap forward. Who knew that when the leg stepped forward, it also made a "click" and fell down. At the same time, he heard two loud noises from the other side of the clearing, "boom" and "boom", and the whole clearing tilted up and slid quickly towards the bottom of the cliff.

It turned out that when Wang Chen was fighting him, he secretly calculated his pace while dodging, and then cut off the plank with his sword. When he was caught in it, he couldn't borrow his strength. Yan Hou, who had been observing all this for a long time, broke the three large logs that supported the clearing with his stick.

As early as when Situ's first leg sank, Wang Chen had already started to rush to safety.

In such a situation where the upper and lower levels do not use their strength, no matter how high the martial arts are, it may be difficult to react. Yan Hou held the stick and gave a thumbs up to Wang Chen in mid-air.

However, after all, it is a killing god, and the mutation is only in an instant.

Situ put his palms together and let out a long roar that pierced Changhong, and then his palms parted and slapped down to the sides, and the dazzling red light flashed, and in an instant, there were sawdust all over the sky. The entire open space that could hold two or three hundred people was broken into millions of small pieces of wood by him.

The wind in the valley swept the sawdust into the sky, like golden fallen leaves under the blood-like light of the setting sun. And among the yellow leaves in the sky, Situ seemed to be a god of war from the Nine Heavens. He stopped in the air, raised his head to the sky and roared, and the whole valley trembled with his whistle.

He held his hands in a circle, and the wind spun rapidly around him, driving the sawdust like a tornado. Then with a palm, all the sawdust flew towards Wang Chen and Yan Hou with a strong wind, with a terrible whistling sound. And Situ himself, like a bird with wings spread, stepped on those fine pieces of wood, step by step, step by step, and rushed to the city at great speed.

"Ah Chen!"

Wang Chen was still in the air, and he was powerless to stop the whistling sawdust. He reluctantly reflexively used his sword to pick at most of it, but there were still more than a dozen pieces of wood inserted directly into his body. "Ahh

However, what was even more terrifying was that Situ stepped on the plank like flat ground, raised his fist condescendingly, and slammed a fist into Wang Chen's chest with the strength of Wanjun. I only heard the sound of bones breaking, and several mouthfuls of blood gushed out along the cracks in his mouth, and Wang Chen flew out along the house like a broken sack. It crashed into more than a dozen wooden houses along the way before it stopped.

Situ landed on the plank road and was about to pursue again.

Yan Hou picked up his stick with red eyes and rushed forward.

Hundreds of thousands of stick shadows and fist shadows reflected each other in the air, and the battle qi that burst out cut the surrounding wooden houses into planks one after another, and fell down the cliff, and there were many scratches on the cliff wall.

Finally, the thick stick slowed down, and was punched in the face by Situ. Then the fist struck him like a storm on the head. He only felt that his ears were buzzing, his qi and blood were surging, and his ears, nose, mouth, and every organ on his face were gushing blood outward.

"Ho!" Situ punched out with the last punch, Yan Hou was like a cannonball, flying upside down towards the cliff.

Seeing that he was about to collide, Yan Hou struggled to stretch out his stick and poke it at the top of the cliff. With this force, he made a strong effort on his waist, rolled his feet above his head, and jumped like an ape on the bracket of the upper city on the cliff wall. With his hand on the bracket, the man had already jumped up.

Just as he was about to keep climbing. Two blazing red rays of light "boomed" on the pillar under his feet, and the wooden support the thickness of a small barrel was instantly shattered.

Yan Hou wanted to jump to the side, but before he could start, he heard a loud sound of wind behind him. He turned around, and the stick blocked, only to hear a "click", and the stick broke in two again. You must know that the strength of the thick is all on the stick, even if it is hard to resist the boulder, it is difficult to break the stick. And in front of this person, this is already the third stick that has been scrapped.

Yan Hou slammed into the cliff wall, and the rock was sunken in a large chunk, and many tiny cracks cracked around him. Situ shot in front of him like a meteor, pinched Yan Yan's neck, and pressed him to the rock wall, his right fist picked up Lao Gao, and the blazing light shone on it.

This punch will definitely be able to smash Yan Hou and these stones together.

Yan Hou struggled desperately, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

On the other side, Wang Chen got up from the ground with his strong support, regardless of the pain in his body, held his sword, and rushed towards them anxiously. However, there is still a long way to go.

Is it too late?