The swordsman really didn't dare to fight Zhuang Wudao with his life, and cursed loudly: "Wang Ba, you bastard, I'm going to be your ancestor!"

When he spoke, he closed his sword at the same time and blocked it. However, Zhuang Wudao had already changed into a boxing position and a big stele to slam the monument!

The sound of huge force suddenly echoed through the streets. Under the slap of the big monument, the long sword, which already possessed the second-level magic ban, was slapped by Zhuang Wudao's palm! More than a hundred pieces were scattered, scattered everywhere.

The swordsman also staggered and retreated for several steps, spitting out a mouthful of dark red blood mixed with minced meat, which seemed to have been damaged by the internal organs.

The eyes were filled with fear and horror, and the fighting spirit disappeared, with a little more flashing.

"I can let me do this! Please help me with three more!"

The sound rang without warning, about two feet beside Zhuang Wudao. It was low and harsh, making it impossible for people to tell where it really came from.

The Qi training swordsman immediately looked happy, abandoned the broken blade in his hand, and kicked up an abandoned steel sword on the ground with one foot, and rubbed his body up again.

Zhuang Wudao also raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't know when the person who said the words had arrived by his side. He quietly sneaked to two feet beside him, but he didn't notice it at all!

I turned my head and looked, but there was no one there. Instead, a sharp wind penetrated his left ear. It should be a dagger, so sharp.

The horizontal practice is not omnipotent. It is always extremely difficult to exert force in the ears, noses, eyes and crotch, and naturally it is impossible to truly practice the sword without injury. Even the Niu Moyuan Ba ​​Body, which is listed in the top external skills, is no exception.

If this dagger is stabbed, it can directly penetrate Zhuang Wudao's brain!

Zhuang Wudao subconsciously blocked one hand outside his ear, but the strong wind disappeared. Then he penetrated from the back of his neck. This was not the flaw of the bull demon body. However, once the huge force of the true energy hit the key cervical cord, it would cause him to lose the ability to control his body and limbs in a short period of time and fall into paralysis.

But when Zhuang Wudao dodged and avoided it, the dagger was cut toward his heel.

A number of consecutive hits were directed at his key points and he must be rescued. However, when several breaths passed, Zhuang Wudao didn't even know what this person looked like.

This person's strength is at most six cows, and he is even worse than many cultivators in the Marrow Training Realm. However, his speed is incredibly fast, three or four times larger than ordinary cultivators in the Qi Training Realm.

At this time, the swordsman in Qi training realm and Wang Ba also got entangled again, and refused to give Zhuang Wudao a chance to fight for strength, but just fought endlessly. In addition, the magic that was launched from time to time made Zhuang Wudao like a trapped beast, as if he was trapped in a cage, and was extremely uncomfortable. After a hundred breaths, he could not move forward, even a step! Not only could he not move, but the situation was even more dangerous. He stabbed the dagger from behind.

"Zhuang Wudao, you idiot, pig brain! Their people are already dead, and they are still not leaving at this time, so they are showing off their power and waiting for death? If you want to kill Feng San, at worst I can help you afterwards. You can ask for his head in one sentence! If you bastard, if you die today, who will you want to accompany my Blood Yuan Dan?"

A sweet voice with a slight anxiety came into Zhuang Wudao's ears. Without looking, Zhuang Wudao knew that this must be the Wan'er of Beitang. It came from above, at least thirty feet above the sky.

Zhuang Wudao was not moved at all, and he didn't even look up. At this time, he was besieged by the four Qi training realms, but his heart was surprisingly unconscious and his mood was calm and calm. However, the fighting spirit was still high and unblocked!

The bone marrow of my body was itchy and the surging blood seemed to be raising something, which could break out of the cocoon at any time. Under my left rib, it gradually became empty, as if there was a bottomless abyss that was eroding everything.

Zhuang Wudao was aware of this, but ignored it and was completely selfless.

What is the significance of Feng San's death today when he was killed by himself?

He has regarded this battle as his whetstone, and his feelings in his heart have become clearer. As long as he kills Feng San, he may take an extremely critical step in his cultivation and martial arts!

At this time, the joint efforts of these four Qi training realms made him deeply trapped and unable to escape. However, he became more and more profound in understanding the three sets of boxing techniques he mastered. Not only the application of those boxing postures, but also the essence of martial arts that is inherent.

Many "Yun'er" have already told him, but have never experienced it personally. Although Zhuang Wudao kept it in mind, he himself had only a few understandings and was not very clear. He knew the general idea, but could not obtain the samadhi.

At this moment, when he kept trying to solve the dilemma, these memories gradually became vivid and continued to be integrated into his boxing skills. Zhuang Wudao could gain something in almost every time he fought with these three people.

Especially the set of Liuhe Xingyi, this set of straight-forward strikes and imitates the shape of the eight beasts, fierce and fierce, like the thunderous and thunderous boxing techniques, and Zhuang Wudao's insights are particularly profound.

Although Zhuang Wudao was in danger, he seemed to be in danger and his situation was improving quietly. The three of them did not dare to confront him head-on, but instead made him gradually slow down with the help of the elixir. On the contrary, Wang Ba and the swordsman gradually became anxious.

Half an hour is approaching, and more than three moments have passed. If Zhuang Wudao has not been taken down at that time, it would be a return without success. The battle at this time will be meaningless.

Once they delay for too long, they will be rushed to the Beitang family or chased by Zhuang Wudao. Apart from the person holding daggers and being sensible, most of the people here will have no way to survive.

Zhuang Wudao's lips were a little cold and sneering. He was just waiting, waiting for these three people to be anxious and make mistakes. Just one mistake was enough!

Even Beitang Wan'er, who stood above the white eagle in the air, gradually saw some clues. She stopped making any noise to avoid disturbing Zhuang Wudao's mind.

The four of them fought in close combat, and the strong wind was everywhere. The many soldiers around them were unable to get close to them and did not dare to get close to them.

Everyone knows that Zhuang Wudao's fleshy palms can break mountains and crack stones, but cannot handle them head-on. At this time, the three people who fought with him rely entirely on their body movements to avoid head-on combat. At this time, they will not only not be able to help, but will be an obstacle for the three people.

Feng San at the end of the alley had a pale face, and his eyes were flickering fiercely. He quietly took an eight-foot long bow from the servants beside him and placed a two-meter-long wolf-toothed iron arrow on the bowstring.

Zhuang Wudao only felt a sting of his mind, and then he heard a sharp roar coming. An arrow shadow in front of him was incredibly fast. Zhuang Wudao didn't think about it, but flashed sideways. The arrow almost passed by, tearing a whole piece of iron armor on his shoulder. Even a white scratch was added to the silver silk inner armor. There was even a tricky true energy that penetrated into his body.

Although he was immediately expelled by the vigorous blood and energy in his body, it was not enough to cause trouble. However, the movement of his right arm was stiff and he was almost stabbed by the dagger.

"Shoot the mountain bow!"

Zhuang Wudao's pupils shrank sharply. The so-called "mountain bow" was not the name of the bow, but a bow technique that was passed down in the army. It was also a first-class external skill, and it was extremely impressive.

Those who learn this bow must start from before the age of twelve and draw the bow in a special posture every day. They do not demand precision, but only seek strength, from one stone bow to ten stone bows, from one ox to ten oxes. After getting started, they can kill a giant elephant with one arrow!

The most highly respected in the army is because of the battle formations on the battlefield. If an arrow shot at him, he will most likely not fail.

However, Feng San is not only extremely powerful, but also extremely accurate! His eyesight is even more amazing. Although the arrow just now did not hit him, it caused his long-planned counterattack to be completely put into full swing.

"It turns out that he is a man from the Northern Army!"

Zhuang Wudao thought secretly, after the Feng San's arrow, he stopped firing out the arrow. He only half opened his bow and pointed to this side.

However, this is exactly the case, which makes Zhuang Wudao need to use most of his mind to guard against it. If he is shot by such an arrow, even if he has the body of Niu Moyuan Bald, he will probably not be able to bear it.

The situation is a bit tricky, but is Feng San really a little anxious?

The unknown swordsman in Qi Practice Realm also deliberately stabbed him in his mind with words: "You still dare to be distracted? Today is the time when you, Zhuang Wudao, die! It's a pity that you can master the three most powerful external skills in the marrow training realm. It's such a pity! Haha, be careful of your left ear!"

The sharp wind brought by the dagger came from under the left armpit. The man's body movement was really amazing. He looked ahead and suddenly behind. He floated and unpredictable, like the wind, and was elusive.

However, after nearly half a quarter of a row of fights, Zhuang Wudao's mind gradually became determined. Although this person cooperated with Wang Ba and the swordsman, he gradually understood some of the small and fast boxing techniques in Liuhe Xingyiquan.

The only thing I remember is that I am hiding in the distance and using magic. I don’t know which Qi Practice Cultivation Realm cultivator was. Even in the Thunder Dragon Gang, there were not many people who could perform magic. Could it be that Mr. Mo Da, who once killed a cultivator in the third level of Qi Practice Cultivation Realm in the street?

If it is this person, it will be troublesome.

The ground suddenly cracked again, and dozens of mud claws caught Zhuang Wudao off guard, trapping his feet again.

In the swordsman's eyes, a flash of light flashed, and he shouted: "Wang Ba!"

As soon as he lifted the shadow of the knife, he immediately stepped from bottom to top and slashed towards Zhuang Wudao's waist. Wang Ba also knew immediately, knowing that there was not much time, and he no longer had the idea of ​​holding back. He lowered his body and hit Zhuang Wudao's knees.

Even the man holding the dagger accelerated. The dagger silently stabbed Zhuang Wudao's right eye.

At the same time, Feng San's wolf-toothed iron arrow also attacked head-on. The five people joined forces and cooperated skillfully to the top, and there was no gap in them.

Zhuang Wudao also knew that this was the most critical moment. He let out a muffled groan and took a step back and stretched out his fists.
Chapter completed!