Immediately after the two, Wen Yongting also sensed the crisis over there, and without saying a word, he handed out one of the dark iron chains and headed towards Wang Longhuan.

But before the chain was handed out half a zhang away, it was cleverly slapped away by Liu Fengyuan with his sword.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Wang Longhuan, who was a nine-foot sword gang, and there was no panic on his face, as if he had expected Liu Hao to make a move to obstruct him before he made a move.

He held a silver spear that was longer than his own height in one hand, and the tip of the spear pointed slightly towards the ground with a fierce cold air. Probably because it had been stained with too much blood, the tip of the spear had changed from the original silver-white to dark red.

Maintaining an indomitable stance, he jerked his arm up, and the silver spear sparked dazzlingly on the hard stone slab, and then slashed in an almost semicircular arc towards the left side of his head.

The white sword gang was slashed instantly, but it was slashed by Wang Longhuan impartially.

There was a loud bang, and the fierce white sword failed to slash at the latter's body, but landed on the hard stone slab half a step behind Wang Longhuan.

"Boom" was another deafening loud noise, and the white sword gang cut off the position, and the stiff stone slab was cut out of an extremely deep hole by the extremely sharp sword gang in an instant, and finally the sword qi in the sword gang exploded, directly blasting the original narrow mouth into a deep pit half a zhang square.

Seeing that the sword gang he cut out failed to stop the other party, the old viewer felt a tremble in his heart at that time.

However, Liu Hao then found that there was a red streamer as fast as lightning rushing towards the young man, obviously, besides him, there were people who did not want this young man from the soul mound to approach the side door.

Wang Longhuan, who had just resolved the Jian Gang crisis from Liu Hao, suddenly changed his expression drastically, and vaguely felt that there was a deadly thing behind him that was rapidly approaching him.

Wang Longhuan glanced at the side door that was close at hand, gritted his teeth, and decided to bet against the thief God again.

Born in a poor market, he can get to this point today, it can be said that almost all of them are won by gambling with his life with thieves, no matter what desperate situation he encounters, as long as he Wang Longhuan doesn't want to die, those little ghosts in the underworld will not dare to come to collect his soul, he has always thought that his gambling luck is good, this time, it is no exception, he will definitely be able to win.

At this time, it must be too late to block or something, not to mention, he has never looked back, and he can't accurately judge where that thing will target him.

"Since ancient times, people have not respected the right, and Lao Tzu has hid on the right. Wang Longhuan sneered fiercely, and at the same time moved his body to the right with all his might.

"Poof. ”

With a soft thud, a long, excessively long red spear passed through his armpit.

"Zheng. ”

The red spear sank directly into the slate, because the speed and power were so terrifying that the scarlet spear, which was nearly a foot long, almost sank into the slate, leaving only the last section exposed, especially with a dull humming sound.

And at this time, Wang Longhuan, who gambled correctly again and escaped, had hot eyes, and at the same time gently raised his wrist, ready to pierce the door panel.

Without any warning, Wang Longhuan's hair on his whole body instantly rose to the roots, and an unprecedented fear surged out of his heart.

So far, Wang Longhuan, who has already confessed to the god of death several times, made a quick decision, and rarely chose to give up continuing to hunt the prey locked in advance, and even, in order to be able to dodge with a lighter weight and thus at a faster speed, he even decisively discarded the spear that never left his hand, Shen Jiao.

Compared to his life, a weapon is nothing, not to mention a weapon, it is the life of the king of heaven, Lao Tzu, and it is not as valuable as the life of his king Longhuan.

But no matter how he Wang Longhuan responded, the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his left rib position.

Wang Longhuan almost went dark at that time, and fainted on the spot.

Wang Longhuan, who is almost covered with new injuries and old scars all over his body, has never been a delicate girl who is afraid of pain, but this is the second time in his years that he has been in pain.

The first time was when he was young, because his family was poor and there was nothing to eat, in order to satisfy his hunger, he had to risk being beaten by the rich man at the moment, and secretly ran to the rich man's mountain to steal some peaches to eat, but just after picking and was about to come down from the tree, he was found by the person in charge of guarding the orchard for the rich man's family.

At that time, the whole stone was almost completely embedded in his thigh, and he passed out.

Speaking of which, it was also his Wang Longhuan's fate, originally his mother thought that he was dead, but he survived.

Of course, since then, his left leg has also been disabled, although he has recovered a lot with his extraordinary recovery ability, but after all, it is not as good as his right leg.

When he was young, he wanted to learn from his teacher several times, but as soon as he heard that he had a problem with his left leg, he would be immediately blown away, leaving only cold ridicule.

Later, Wang Longhuan overheard someone say that the acquired weight may make his left leg recover some, so he began an almost perverted and masochistic weight-bearing recuperation, the method is simple and rude, directly tied to the left leg heavy things, first sand, then stones, and then changed to iron sand, ten catties is not enough for twenty catties and thirty catties

Now, even if his left leg weighs fifty pounds, he can still move as freely as his right leg, which also makes him sing all the way on the road to martial arts.

However, the pain that he felt today was almost at the limit of what he could normally bear.

Almost instinctively driven, Wang Longhuan jumped away from the original place in an instant, and this action also directly involved the wound on the left rib, which directly made Wang Longhuan's originally handsome face instantly distorted to the extreme.

In the next moment, three figures flashed in three positions.

One was Wang Longhuan jumped two feet away from the side door, and the other was a burly man in black armor, who instantly settled four feet away from the side.

And the last one, as if appearing out of thin air, appeared at the side door, and it turned out that the place where Wang Longhuan was standing was a scholar in Tsing Yi.

Behind the crack in the door, I saw everything in front of me with my own eyes, and I was stunned, and my whole little face was pale without the slightest blood.

At this moment, as if she had lost her soul, she looked at the scholar standing at the door through the wide crack in the door in a daze.

In the center of the clearing, the two sides who were originally fighting also noticed the changes over there, Liu Fengyuan's face changed suddenly, and with a light sigh, he withdrew his hand almost at the same time as the other two soul mound ground-level masters, and then flashed to Wang Longhuan's side as quickly as possible.

The ink stain that had just gotten up from the pit didn't care about the pain all over his body like falling apart, and he didn't even care about snatching his two black chains of black iron, so he leaned over.

The five people of the Soul Tomb formed a magic circle on the spot.

It was only at this moment that Wang Longhuan had time to check the wound on his left rib to see what it was that made him almost faint in pain.

"Fan fan?!"

Liu Fengyuan and others also noticed Wang Longhuan's injury, and saw that more than half of the fan body of a folding fan pierced through the latter's left rib and submerged into the abdomen.

Including the burly man who suddenly appeared, everyone moved their eyes to the scholar in Tsing Yi.

Behind the crack in the door, Huai Xiaoyu pushed the door open, and his whole body threw himself directly into the arms of the scholar in Tsing Yi, crying silently, like a frightened and wronged child.