There was a sound of flesh contacting the folding fan. If Nangong Haotian's body had not become extremely powerful, I am afraid that just these dozen moves would have seriously injured him. However, with the protection of the power of chaos, Nangong Haotian could not
Don't worry, his body is absolutely powerful!
After dozens of moves, the two people's bodies turned and leaped, turning faster and faster, rising higher and higher, and the fight became more intense, from the ground to the sky, and from the sky to the ground.
Nangong Haotian has used seven levels of power, and his whole body is wrapped in the power of chaos. Every blow will compress the surrounding air and make bursts of sound, but the achievements he has made are still not great.
Nangong Haotian - Seeing this situation, he gradually began to feel anxious. He became more and more confused about the origin of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and he was able to persist in his own hands for such a long time, but he still remained calm.
"Hahaha, cool!"
Nangong Haotian hit the middle-aged Confucian scholar in the back with his elbow, but it was blocked by his folding fan. This move made Nangong Haotian useless, but he still let out a loud laugh.
"Hahaha, senior, this kid is about to use a special move, be careful!" Nangong Haotian reminded, now he can no longer hide his clumsiness and has decided to use the Cloud Turning Hand that the Demon Dragon Slayer King recently left in the secret book.
Otherwise, it would be detrimental to Nangong Haotian to continue the fight for a long time. They still have four flowerheads, and it is possible that the martial arts of the four of them are far superior to the middle-aged Confucian scholars.
If that is the case, Nangong Haotian is likely to spill blood tonight. Although the wheel tactic is not a glorious tactic, it is indeed an effective fighting technique.
"Based on your words, little one, the old man then said, hahaha..." the middle-aged Confucian scholar laughed.
"Then you have to be careful!" Nangong Haotian shouted suddenly, and his movements and palm movements suddenly changed.
I saw the shadow of Nangong Haotian's palms flying, and the figures were continuous. The two sides suddenly stopped. His hand had already grasped the middle-aged Confucian scholar's fan handle and his right hand.
Nangong Haotian, a middle-aged Confucian scholar who smiled lightly, couldn't help but be shocked. He couldn't help but exclaimed, and pushed out Nangong Haotian's chest with his left palm.
The old beggars who were watching the battle were shocked when they saw this situation. They did not expect that Nangong Haotian was so violent that even this great god could not restrain him.
"Stop!" shouted loudly, and the old beggar also waved his palm and struck Nangong Haotian in the back.
Just when the middle-aged Confucian scholar took action and the old beggar pounced, Nangong Haotian had already shouted angrily: "Get out!"
At the same time, Nangong Haotian flipped his hand and snatched the folding fan off. With a twist of his right wrist, the folding fan struck the middle-aged Confucian scholar's left shoulder with a "bang" sound.
"Crack...hum..."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar grunted, rushed forward, and stumbled forward a few steps.
Nangong Haotian didn't even look at the attacking old beggar. He moved and landed not far away.
While thinking about it, the old beggar took advantage of the momentum and shouted loudly, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to support the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
However, what made the man who previously belittled Nangong Haotian look ugly was that although the middle-aged Confucian scholar stood up with a frown and gritted teeth, his left arm could no longer be raised, and it looked like it was probably disabled.
The atmosphere in the whole place was very gloomy. No one cheered or cheered, and no one made any comments. The man before wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
Just now he boasted in Haikou that Nangong Haotian was no match for the middle-aged Confucian scholar, but after only a few dozen moves, the middle-aged Confucian scholar lost. This made him very embarrassed, especially with the disdainful eyes of the girl next to him.
, which made him look at Nangong Haotian with a somewhat unkind look.
The two middle-aged Hanazi who had already carried the strong man with the purple face over looked shocked and said anxiously: "Senior Wu..."
"The left shoulder bone is completely broken!" the old beggar said in horror.
Nangong Haotian frowned when he heard this. He himself did not believe that he had broken the left shoulder of the middle-aged Confucian scholar with such a gentle knock just now. Nangong Haotian already had a deep understanding of power.
Basic skills.
In the moment when he was secretly surprised, the middle-aged Hanako who was protecting the dark-faced man suddenly spoke up, raised his eyebrows, and shouted angrily: "I'll fight with you!"
With a loud shout, he flew towards Nangong Haotian and rushed towards him. The dog-beating stick in his right hand had already struck, and at the same time, he charged forward with his left palm, accusing strength.
Now three of the opponent's seven people have gone, and the most troublesome middle-aged Confucian scholar has his left shoulder bone broken into pieces by Nangong Haotian with a folding fan.
Now, Nangong Haotian doesn't care much about the middle-aged Hua Zi who is running at the front and rushes towards him. His strength will definitely not exceed that of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
But this does not mean that Nangong Haotian will be careless. This middle-aged flower boy was the one who left first in the restaurant. Thinking of this vicious fight, he can be said to be the culprit.
As soon as Nangong Haotian saw the opponent flying towards him, he held the dog-beating stick in his hand and hit him on the head with all his strength. He was furious and said indifferently: "You are the cause of the disaster, and you are the only one who deserves to die."
As he shouted, Nangong Haotian turned around and used the folding fan that he had snatched from the middle-aged Confucian scholar's hand as a weapon, turning stone into gold with one move, and pointed it directly at the middle-aged Hua Zi's temple.
"Little brother, you can't do it!" Just when Nangong Haotian made his move, the middle-aged Confucian scholar had already exclaimed.
However, just when Nangong Haotian changed positions, the middle-aged Huazi's dog-beating stick had been changed into a sweep.
When Nangong Haotian heard the middle-aged Confucian scholar's exclamation, he could no longer hit the opponent's temple, and the middle-aged opponent Huazi's dog-beating stick was also used in a different way.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Nangong Haotian didn't have time to think too much. He knocked on the folding fan. The power of chaos circulated through the veins in his body and surged out from his hand, turning the folding fan into a powerful weapon.
"Ding!"
- There was a crisp sound, and the middle-aged Hanako's dog-beating stick broke in response.
The surprise of the middle-aged Hanako was no small matter. She let out a strange howl and rolled like a lazy donkey. She leaned forward and rolled several feet away.
Nangong Haotian did not pursue him, but turned to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar's face was so painful that he was sweating profusely, but he still panted slightly and said: "Little brother, I believe what you said, you did not kill Du Mengsan."