Nie Feng also heard Huaikong's words, but his face was calm, he served as a hero in his early years, and the courage in his heart was no less than his father, and he wanted to compete with the heroes and heroes of the world to see who was more powerful, but over the years of family life, let the power of a man in his heart defeat the happiness of others!

Liu Yifan understands, because she also looks down on the world, wants to see the heroes and heroes of the world, and defeat them in the united front. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The snow drinking knife in the hand of King Nie Ren was as fast as lightning, piercing the night sky!

"Ah, hey!" Nie Renwang roared angrily, venting his loneliness and depression in the Houling for many years, he wanted to prove himself like the world, and even more like Yan Ying, the former first beauty in martial arts to prove that he was still majestic and washed away the humiliation on his body.

The snow drinking knife is like a meteor, and everyone has no time to appreciate the beauty of this knife and the sharpness of this blade!

Because knives, only those who kill are the best knives.

The body of the Angry Buddha did not move, and the king of Nie walked quickly to sweep in front of him, and he moved.

The Angry Buddha kicked the demon pestle with his right foot, his face was hideous and terrifying, the iron pestle carried a huge force, the stone slab on the ground, rubbed out a deep mark, one end of the demon pestle was kicked up, his right hand held the end of the iron pestle, and smashed the fierce snow drinking knife.

"Bang dang!"

The iron pestle was unbelievably accurate, and the top, which was less than the size of the cup, resisted the cold snow and cold front.

"Die!"

The night wind blew Nie Renwang's long hair, his eyes were only killing, and his hands were clenched in the snow drinking knife, the blade was pressed against this demon pestle, and suddenly burst out with an astonishing knife aura.

Everyone only felt that this Nie Ren King was really famous, and this sword qi was a deep internal force, and they were also surprised by the skill of this angry Buddha, and they even substituted themselves for whether they could take a move from Nie Ren Wang.

"Phew!"

The Angry Buddha also roared angrily, and the fire shone on his round bald head, and it was like a full moon in the night sky.

I saw that he also grabbed the demon pestle with his left hand, stared back with his right leg, and stretched out his body, he was not afraid, and he didn't change his moves, and compared with Nie Renwang's strength!

However, King Nie Ren doesn't just have this strength.

"Zizizi!"

Nie Renwang clenched the snow drink with both hands, the knife was already sharp, the blade was off, and the top of the demon pestle was also vigorously ahead, and this knife was a little bit of strength.

The Buddha of Anger will not miss this good opportunity, seeing that the king of Nie Ren took the initiative to change his moves, the right leg stretched out was with the waist and stepped forward, and the demon pestle in his hand was also like a steel spear stabbed forward, straight to the heart of the king of Nie Ren, this stab is huge, if it is hit, the iron plate can also be pierced, extremely fierce.

Everyone was worried about King Nie, but there seemed to be another person in the scene, and he didn't care.

"Huh"

Sai Yan sneered, and he didn't know what he was laughing at, it was really as strange as his identity.

The demon pestle attacked, and the king of Nie Ren seemed to have a countermeasure in his heart, only to see that as soon as his steps changed, his body was on the fast side, and the demon pestle rubbed his cyan robe.

Nie Renwang skillfully held the snow drinking knife is a knife to the waist and abdomen of the angry Buddha, although the demon pestle is coming, but it is also wide open, and he will definitely not stop and miss the opportunity.

"When"

Seeing the long knife coming, the angry Buddha was not in a hurry, his face was calm, and the demon pestle was pulled violently in his hand, and his hands were released.

Seeing that he had not taken down this person in two moves, King Nie Ren's face became even more violent, and he swept across the abdomen and chest of the Angry Buddha.

Liu Yifan shook his head, disappreciating in his heart, this ordinary killing move seems to be fierce, it is okay to deal with ordinary people, this Nie Ren King is a little overbearing, he must bear the stormy offensive of this monk after this fierce offensive, and the opportunity has been lost.

Sure enough, the two exchanged dozens of moves in an instant, and King Nie Ren relied on his sword to suppress the angry Buddha, but he didn't cause any damage, and he didn't even show a few flaws.

The Buddha of Anger held the Demon Pestle tightly to hold the offensive of the Nie Ren King, and the two widened their distance and looked at each other coldly.

"You can't do it, you can't do it before, you can't do it now, I can defeat you," said the angry Buddha.

Nie Ren Wang looked at this monk coldly, his hands were a little weak, he was old, his natural qi and blood were decaying, and he secretly said in his heart, if he didn't make a move, he would definitely lose to this person, it seemed that he was down, but this person was really strong!

"Why do you have to provoke me" Nie Renwang said in a deep voice, his body was accumulating strength, and the snow-white snow drinking knife with his whole body actually flashed a cyan sword.

"Oh my God, it's actually a sword!" someone in the crowd exclaimed, as if this sword was rare in the world.

"Yes, I didn't expect King Nie Ren's sword path cultivation to be so high and powerful, it really deserves its reputation..."

When the Buddha of Anger heard this, he ignored it, and the demon pestle suddenly burst out with red light, as if it was a big red-hot iron rod.

"It's ...... , I can feel this scorching heat from a few feet away!"

The momentum of the Nie Ren King soared, and a thick layer of bronze sword was already attached to the whole body of the Snow Drinking Knife, which was so charming in the night.

The night wind in early autumn was very strong, and the Tianshan Mountains were even more windy, and the wind on the mountainside of the Heroes' Pavilion was particularly strong, and the wind blew so that the flames on the watchtower were almost twisted and extinguished, and everyone in the field seemed to have passed a long time, in fact, there were only a few breaths.

"Old man's bronze sword qi, I am going to defeat you today, you should feel very honored, because you are the first to be defeated by my bronze sword qi" Nie Ren Wang said sharply, the whole person was like that hungry beast, and his eyes burst out with bloodthirsty essence.

"Amitabha, you won't win, but you will lose, I know, I saw it, everyone present will see it immediately!" The last sentence of the Buddha of Anger suddenly increased, and a burst of dazzling golden light erupted from his body, as if a Buddha was standing there, about to subdue the fierce beast in front of him!

"Knock knock..."

King Nie ran up, carrying the Snow Drinking Knife, running so fast that people with low martial arts skills couldn't see clearly, but they could see a vague figure, but they could see the Snow Drinking Knife that they could see very clearly, as well as the suffocating and terrifying cyan knife.

"Hahaha"

The Angry Buddha also moved after laughing, and his body began to lean forward suddenly, towards the fierce shadow that rushed towards him.

"Whew..."

The golden demon pestle flashed swiftly in the night sky, fiercely meeting the green light.

"Bang bang ..."

The demon pestle and the snow drinking knife intersect, like a pair of fluttering butterflies in love, and they can't wait to be together after leaving half a ring.

The speed of the two people in the field has completely made many people unable to see the fight clearly, just looking at the two dancing lights and shadows, and the light splashed from time to time makes the night sky even brighter.

Nie Ren Wang waved the Snow Drinking Knife, and slowly felt that his strength was not enough, and the Demon Pestle gradually pressed him down.

"I won't lose, let alone lose to an unknown person"

Nie Renwang suddenly stimulated the madness in his heart, as well as the fire qilin mad blood in his body, his weak body slowly began to become energetic, and his hands, which had long been numb from the shock, also had strength, and he felt that he had returned to the time when he was in high spirits, and the knife in his hand was more fierce in vain.

"Die!"

King Nie Ren roared angrily, and the snow drinking knife in his hand was even more vigorous, as if it were substance.

The Buddha of Anger looked at this scene, he was almost exhausted, and the true qi in his body had already bottomed out, but it was the desire to win that supported him.

He didn't dare to show the slightest tiredness, although the man in front of him was no longer in his prime, but not to be underestimated, when it came to combat experience, he was insufficient, when it came to the number of years of martial arts, he was insufficient, when it came to the desire to win, he felt enough!

"Good come," the angry Buddha said proudly.

Nie Renwang held the snow drink in his hand, his body swept up violently, his legs were spread, his waist was one, his hands were holding the snow drink knife, and his angry eyes slashed at the angry Buddha, although the move was nameless, but this move had another name that was so old that even only the old man would know, madness!

The sword of King Nie Ren carried that violent aura, as well as bronze sword aura, as if it was about to tear apart the burly body of the Buddha of Anger.

"Phew!"

The Buddha of Anger clenched the wand of the devil, a move was nothing strange, even an ordinary move, his body was also swept up in the air at great speed, his waist fell back suddenly, and the person swooped away like a soaring goshawk.

"When"

The Qingmang Snow Drinking Knife and the Golden Photovoltaic Demon Pestle collided together, and the raging and sadistic qi they brought with them formed a turbulent current, blowing the clothes of the two into a mess.

"Ahh It's so strong... I can't stand still," a man who was a little closer to the two of them, leaning his whole body to resist the strong wind.

"Victory or defeat is the point" Liu Yifan whispered, and looked at Nie Feng, but he was as still as water.

The people of the rivers and lakes, who disagree with each other, draw their swords to each other, the bloody Nie Feng is no stranger, and he no longer feels fear, and even his father's victory or defeat, he does not know joy or sorrow.

The night breeze blew, and the golden light and cyan sword that raged in the field dispersed, and the true qi of the Nie Ren King and the Angry Buddha had bottomed out, but the two were still glued.

The two of them dissipated with the golden light, and the complete comparison was willpower and experience, Nie Renwang held the snow drinking knife in both hands, picked it up with a knife, and the knife slashed Huashan to attack the door in front of it.

The angry Buddha was sweating profusely, and scolded secretly, what an old and strong monster, he was born with divine power, and his skill was not low, and it was when the qi and blood around his body were the most abundant, he never thought that the angry beast in front of him still had the strength to fight again, watching the cold sword wind sweeping, and hurriedly blocked it with a move.

"You're defeated!"

King Nie Ren roared, and the long knife fell fiercely and smashed into the magic wand in the hand of the Buddha of Anger.

"Bang dang!"

The angry Buddha showed joy on his face, because the strength of this knife was exhausted, although the knife was more than strong, but the strength was obviously a lot less.

"Senior brother, hey..."Saiyan Luo muttered in a low voice, and immediately his face was sad, but now his hateful face gave people a strange feeling.

As soon as Nie Renwang's knife fell, his footsteps shook, and he seemed to be unstable on his feet, but in fact it was a change of move, and his left hand suddenly came out with a palm.

The face of the Angry Buddha changed greatly, because he saw that the Nie Ren King was flawed, and his arm had already raised the demon pestle, and if he wanted to withdraw it again, it seemed too late!

He had a smile on his face, and he understood why the knife just now was exhausted, it was a false move, and the move of victory and defeat was the palm of King Nie Ren!

He was unwilling in his heart and did not want to be defeated, but unfortunately, the palm of King Nie Ren had reached in front of him, and he wanted to stretch out his left hand, but unfortunately he did not listen to the call, because he had no strength!