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Bang!

Shen Tiezhu's stick smashed down, the air whistled, and before it fell, there was a rush in the room, and the paper on the window had been shaken to the ground, which was amazing and terrifying.

Look at this power, not to mention a human head, even a stone lion can be smashed with a stick.

Originally, in a small room, it was not easy to deploy long weapons, but this strong man like an iron tower opened and closed widely, dancing with a long iron rod, without the slightest restraining of his hands and feet.

This kind of martial art, obviously the familiarity with the stick and the mastery of space, have reached a very subtle level.

Shen Tianyang's old man's iron pipe was also unambiguous, hitting the temples directly, silently, showing the ruthlessness and weirdness of the old rivers and lakes.

The father and son joined forces, a small hole, a strong smash on the head, and the cooperation was just right, showing a wealth of practical skills.

At this moment, Hong Yi sat upright with his sword, his soul was shocked, and he was subduing the Rakshasa King's backlash.

Just now he was slapping the table, and at the moment of anger, he visualized the soul of the Rakshasa King attacking Zhao Han, a Diao slave, but he didn't expect that the other party's kung fu was surprisingly perverted, with strong qi and blood, blood and masculinity, and forced to force the Rakshasa King to be such a powerful demon, and he couldn't get close at all.

Since Hong Yi's soul was dispersed by thunder that day and repaired completely, the cultivation of the divine soul has advanced again, although it has still not reached the level of exorcism, but it is stronger and more flexible, and it has been able to slightly envoy the Rakshasa King to attack.

Although he didn't hurt Zhao Han's soul just now, he successfully restrained the other party.

Hong Yi silently guarded the vipassana, and also suppressed the Rakshasa King who was fighting back in a breathing time, and his mind was extremely sober.

When the interruption continues, it will be chaotic!

Hong Yi is familiar with the history of the scriptures and knows this truth deeply, the ancient emperors killed the inner jiān and gave death to the ministers, and they were all vigorous and resolute, so that the opponent could not react with lightning speed, and he had already taken the kill, and the opportunity was exhausted.

This Zhao Han is unfathomable, and he is Mrs. Zhao's person, the longer he stays by his side, the more danger he will be, maybe there will be someone behind him, if he has time to form a network of relationships to control himself, then his life and death are under control!

And if he doesn't take it off today, Zhao Han has a jǐng feeling, and with his clever skills, I'm afraid he won't be able to take it off.

"I hope I can succeed in one fell swoop!" After Hong Yi calmed down, his mind also collapsed quite nervously.

"You're looking for death!"

At this moment, Zhao Han burst out with a cold wild laugh, twisted his body, and dodged the iron rod to hit his head, and at the same time slammed out a palm, slapping Shen Tianyang's old man's cigarette stick, and suddenly turned into a claw again, pinched hard, and grabbed it alive.

Shen Tianyang's face changed, he pulled back violently, and kicked out a "lion rolling ball" below.

Collapse!

Zhao Han seemed to have eyes under his legs, and he got up with great accuracy, intercepted Shen Tianyang's legs, and sneered again, his arms were forced, and the pure iron smoking gun was actually broken into two at once!

This lightning scrapped Shen Tianyang's weapon, Zhao Han's body flickered strangely, and suddenly approached, his hands and claws came out together, and he attacked more than ten hands in a row between breaths, forcing Shen Tianyang to dodge again and again.

Instantly gaining the upper hand, Zhao Han came back to his senses, looked at Hong Yi with fierce eyes, and laughed wildly: "Little bastard!"

As he spoke, his body was like the wind, and he instantly grabbed Hong Yi's face!

Hong Yi only felt that the other party grabbed it, the cold light of his nails flickered, the strong wind hit his face, and he couldn't dodge it, and the hilt of the shark slashing sword in his hand didn't have time to pull it out!

Fortunately, at this moment! Shen Tiezhu roared wildly, and the big iron rod in his hand hit straight ahead, and the thick head of the teacup hit the back of Zhao Han's head accurately.

Zhao Han couldn't force in, so he suddenly returned his hand and grabbed it violently! He even grabbed the head of the iron rod with his hand! Forcefully resisted Shen Tiezhu's attack.

"Let go!"

After grabbing it, Zhao Han shook violently, Shen Tiezhu's whole body suddenly trembled, he roared, and held the iron rod with both hands, and a trace of blood flowed out of the tiger's mouth.

"Huh?" Zhao Han didn't expect that in his trembling moment, the other party could still hold the iron rod, his eyes were cold, and a punch beside him hit him silently, and it was Shen Tianyang who forced in again.

The slight miscalculation of this round made Zhao Han's steps seem to be chaotic.

At this moment, Hong Yi aimed at the opportunity, and the Qiang Shark Sword came out of its sheath, without any tricks, and stabbed at Zhao Han's back with a simple and uncontrollable direct attack.

The shark slashing sword weapon is sharp, and the slashing is sharp, and the masters can feel it, Zhao Han also seems to have eyes behind him, twisting violently, like a snake, and dodging Hong Yi's sword.

"Benefactor, give me the sword!"

On the side, Xiao Mu suddenly made a move and took Hong Yi's hand.

"Okay!" As soon as Hong Yi let go of his hand, the shark sword fell into Xiao Mu's hand.

Xiao Mu took the sword in his hand, and the whole person seemed to have changed, Hong Yi felt that all the jīng qi of this little girl seemed to be focused on the sword, and the natural cold light in her hand flashed, brushing and brushing! The three swords flashed like streamers, and the accuracy and technique were several times better than Hong Yi.

"Butterfly Dance Sword Momentum?Xuantian Pavilion?" At this time, Zhao Han had just dodged, caught the attacks of Shen Tianyang, Shen Tiezhu's father and son, and was about to fight back, when the sword wind behind him came again, he hurriedly dodged, his eyes saw Xiao Mu's sword momentum, screamed, and looked around, as if he was afraid of some ambush, and at the same time, his body violently rushed out, and he was about to run out.

"King Rakshasa King!"

Where would Hong Yi let Zhao Han out, his eyes moved, and he sent out the illusion of a Rakshasa demon to attack. In the fierce battle, Zhao Han's consciousness was a little depleted, and when he saw Xiao Mu's sword momentum just now, his consciousness was slightly shocked, it was actually not good, and his qi and blood were scattered, so that the Rakshasa Demon approached his body.

This time he lost his mind, causing him to lose his last opportunity.

Brush!

Xiao Mu slashed through with a sword, sank, and broke his hamstring.

At the same time, Shen Tianyang also seized this opportunity, grabbed it with both hands, twisted Zhao Han's hands back, and saw that between Zhao Han's violent struggles, Shen Tiezhu slammed down and hit him on the shoulder, clicking, and the bones inside were shattered.

This time, Zhao Han was finally pressed to the ground by Shen Tianyang and Shen Tiezhu.

Xiao Mu seemed to brush two more swords and broke his tendons, and now Zhao Han, an unfathomable master, finally had no strength to struggle.

Seeing Zhao Han being pressed to the ground, Hong Yi closed his eyes, subdued the Rakshasa King again, took a long breath, sat on the chair, and seemed to be in prostration.

The four of them besieged, the weapons were all out, and Hong Yi also cast the illusion of the Rakshasa demon, so that he successfully contained Zhao Han, if there was a slight mistake, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Hong Yi also had a deep fear of Zhao Han's martial arts.

"Benefactor, your sword!" Xiao Mu walked over and handed over the sword.

Hong Yi put the "shark slashing" back into the sheath, held down the hilt of the sword, adjusted his breathing, sat upright, looked at Zhao Han who was held down underground, and felt that he had some pleasure in grasping power.

"What kind of strength is he? Tianyang, can you see it. Hong Yi pressed the sword and asked the first sentence.