Zang Tianlong cuts out his sword with a dull sound of wind and thunder. It seems that the sword will explode the air. The power of the sword is shocking.

Xingchi suddenly opened his eyes, his arms trembled, and the black iron stick bounced up. He grasped the stick with both hands and pointed it out. The head of the stick was like a bullet forming an air barrier in the air, "one stick determines heaven and earth!"

When!

When the head of the stick and the Epee hit each other, the sky sounded like a thunderbolt, and huge sparks were splashed in all directions. A force of air visible to the naked eye shot around.

Xingchi slipped more than ten meters away on the ground, and he made two deep marks on the rubble ground. He suddenly sank his waist and fell into his crotch, and made a horse step to stabilize his body.

At this time, Xingchi's whole body was full of Qi and blood, breathing like wind and thunder, and his face was red. His hands held the stick, but his fingers kept shaking, with shock in his eyes.

Zang Tianlong also flies upside down in the sky. He falls on the ground with his sword in his hands, and his eyes fall on Xingchi, showing a smile of approval: "good! The master is not weak if he can take me a blow without defeat

This is too crazy, but Zang Tianlong has a crazy capital. Xingchi doesn't think that this is someone else's mania at all. He just hit others at will, but he has already done his best, and his stick almost let the other party's sword fly.

Xingchi stabilized his mind, looked at Zang Tianlong and said, "benefactor Zang has a high level of martial arts. Xingchi admires him!"

Zang Tianlong said with a faint smile: "is the master still fighting?"

"I still want to have a try!" he said solemnly

Zang Tianlong's face was really heavy. Just now he just gave the monk a lesson. He had already left his hand. Unexpectedly, the other party didn't appreciate him. He said in a deep voice, "see the real move under your hand!"

Then he suddenly held the sword in both hands, stepped forward, spun himself out of the sword, and yelled: "bully sword, the first style of wolf smoke rises!"

Boom! The sword came out like a strong wind, and countless stones were rolled up by the wind, forming a storm and rushing toward the crazy people.

"A broken mountain and river!"

Xingchi yells, jumps up, and strikes with a stick. The shadow of the stick is like a mountain. It seems that the giant stick will split heaven and earth.

The shadow of the stick and the storm collide with each other with a roar. The storm is separated from each other as if it were a dam diverting water. Seeing that the storm was about to be broken by the shadow, Xingchi's face changed.

When! A cry of surprise, a golden sword shadow in the storm hit on the stick shadow, Xingchi seems to be hit by a train, the whole person shot backward.

"The second form of bajian is to conquer the world!"

At this time, the storm sounded a low drink, the storm seemed to burst from the middle, a sword light like the sword of the expedition, with incomparable iron and blood gas, cut to fly back to the line crazy.

"The overlord raises the tripod!"

Xingchi drank and raised his stick in both hands to block the sword.

When!

Jingming sound again, Xingchi is like a baseball bat hit by a baseball bat, flying 30 or 40 meters in an instant, hitting a boulder, shattering the boulder.

Xingchi a mouthful of blood spurted out, the whole kneeling down on the ground, although he grasped the stick, but at this time his hands were red, even the stick body was dyed red.

"Monk, if you can take me two swords, you will be proud of yourself!"

Zang Tian dragon's body shape falls in front of Xingchi's body more than ten meters. Looking at him, he said: "now do you admit defeat?"

"Little... Monk... Recognize!"

Xingchi was about to get up, but again he spat out a mouthful of blood. He was unwilling in his eyes, but he slowly reached out to get the tag.

"Don't hurt my disciples!"

Just at this time, a burst of drink, a shadow from hundreds of meters away in general ran.

"Uncle!"

Line crazy suddenly raised his head, saw the flying figure, exclaimed in surprise.

Zang Tianlong's eyes narrowed slightly and turned to look at the flying figure. A faint sneer appeared on his face. Suddenly, he said faintly: "it's another monk. It's just served together!"

The man who came here was Dezheng. He saw from a distance that Xingchi was covered with blood, and his eyes flashed with rage. He did not talk nonsense at all. He directly rushed to Zang Tianlong and yelled loudly:

"sword slash!"

"The monk is rude!"

Zang Tian's anger flashed in his longan. He stepped out of the dragon's eye with the same sword, "breaking the moon and chopping with a sword!" A white sword was cut out.

Bang! When the two swords hit each other, a circle of air waves burst out in the sky, and the leaves roared tens of meters away.

Zang Tianlong retreats two steps backward, and two footprints appear on the ground. A trace of attention rises in his eyes and he looks at Dezheng.

Dezheng's figure fell to the ground, and the ground was shaken with rubble. He withdrew for more than ten steps to stand firm.

His whole body was full of Qi and blood, and a big sword in his hand was even more humming and trembling. There was a look of horror in his eyes.

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