Chapter 214 The Little Immortal of Love Ghost Hand
Zhang Heyi almost lost his strength when he heard Chen Zhong's words. [】He used all his strength and used all his strength to make the tiger's mouth hurt so hard that he blocked He Haotian. Who knew that he still had enough strength.
After hearing Chen Zhong's words, He Haotian saw that Zhang He's men surrounded his subordinates. Although there was no defeat at the moment, Zhang He's men had a basis for advancement and retreat. It’s not easy to get along with each other. I guess if you spend a while, it will be a big deal if one rises and the other falls.
So he made up his mind, held the knife in both hands, and said to Zhang He: "Come in the Hell Gate, die. Three Shadow Knife!"
I saw the sword light dispersed. It was clearly a knife, but three sword lights flashed out, and they rushed towards Zhanghe's chest in the shape of a font.
Zhang He was shocked. The three swords could not flash in any direction he flashed in; if he wanted to block it, he really didn't have the confidence, and only the speed of the sword, he understood that this was probably a knife that He Haotian used all his strength.
The only way is to retreat. And you have to retreat faster than He Haotian.
However, He Haotian's sword has already started, how could he be faster than He Haotian?
He could only tense up and hold the servant knife tightly. He shouted loudly, exerting all his strength, and he had to stop this move.
There was only a loud bang.
The heavy servant knife was cut off by He Haotian's sword light, and He Haotian's sword could not withstand Zhang He's attack, and was cut off by Zhang He's servant knife.
Zhang Hehu's mouth was shattered, his hands were bleeding. He thought he had blocked He Haotian's move, but he expected that although He Haotian's sword was broken, his momentum was not reduced at all. With a 'puff' sound, he plunged straight into it. Zhang He's left chest upper side.
With a loud scream, Zhang He hugged the hilt of the knife with both hands, so that He Haotian would have the chance to draw the knife.
He Haotian took advantage of the momentum and Zhang He took seven or eight steps back, then he gave up the broken knife and kicked Zhang He in the belly.
After Zhang He took this kick, his whole body flew out hard, hit the street wall, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, falling softly beside the wall.
When Chen Jun saw He Haotian succeeded, he was overjoyed. A sword thrust left and right, and did not give Deng Qiying and Lu An a chance to escape.
Zhang He's men over there, and when he saw that the master general was injured, he immediately separated the two and rushed to rescue him.
He Haotianli ignored the two of them, shook his numb shoulders, left Zhang He, and hurriedly walked towards Li Daoming beside the wall.
As long as you kill Li Daoming, everything will be fine.
But He Haotian stopped again after only two steps. He saw a young man standing beside Li Daoming with a smile. He was holding a folding fan in his hand and slapped it gently. He looks leisurely and contented.
He Haotian's eyes were almost falling off. When did this man come out? He was silent.
"Doway." He Haotian took a step forward and shouted with great momentum.
But the young master did not dodge, but folded the folding fan "horn" up.
He Haotian was frightened by the sound, his eyes fixed on the young master's face, but he was a little panicked.
There are many strange people in the world. Is this person also a master who protects Li Daoming?
"Who are you?"
Su San laughed and said, "The only one who is known as the 'love ghost hand god' in the world is to be called "the little god of love ghost hand"."
A little god of love ghost hand?
He Haotian was stunned. He seemed to have never heard of such a person in the martial arts world. No matter what his hand is, he will talk about it after he hits it.
I clenched my fist tightly and realized that the knife just now was too exhausting, and my arms were still a little numb at this moment.
I can't care about so much. If I don't kill Li Daoming, then even if I'm in vain, Lord Lin will not be able to hand over the bad things.
"Ho. Seeking death."
With the iron fist swing and his body was bullied, his fist rushed towards the young master's face. This jab was just a futile force, just to explore the young master's skills.
Unexpectedly, the young man smiled lightly and saw no movement. The folding fan ran towards him.
Seeing that the young master was smiling relaxed, He Haotian was afraid that there would be some mechanism in the folding fan, so he pulled his hand and let the folding fan pass.
I saw the folding fan flying over him, and it didn't fly far, but fell to the ground, and it was not very powerful. He Haotian turned his head and couldn't help but feel very annoyed. It turned out that the young man in front of him was just a fancy air. He was actually like this
The man was frightened, and it was really annoying. This kid really didn't know how the word "death" was written. With such hands and feet, he dared to take it to this occasion and make a fool of himself.
"I'll hit." He Haotian turned his head and wanted to hit him with anger. But when the young master bullied him, he came, a huge fist came so fast that there was no sound at all.
He was angry for a moment and thought he had no strength at hand, so there was no sound of wind. So he blocked his left arm, and secretly held his strength with his right hand to give this young master a ruthless move.
I was holding my body and wanted to get a strong blow, but something changed.
The young master's fist was really soft. He swung open as soon as he blocked his left arm. But the swing was too flexible. Almost his arm was next to his hand and his arm
Just bypassed.
He Haotian was about to punch his right fist, but he saw that the young master's arm was like a snake, stumbled tightly on his left wrist.
He was shocked and hurriedly pulled his left hand, but saw that the young man was like a piece of paper, and he pulled it over and directly hit him in the side. He was shocked again, and he couldn't hit his right fist.
When I reached the other end of my left shoulder, I could only give up the idea of a right hand fist and only used my body skills to push the young master out.
But something strange happened again. As soon as his power was released, the young master stopped next to him strangely. He felt a powerful force pulling him upwards, and his feet were actually floating away from the ground.
Losing the lower plate, he already knew in his heart that this kid was a little weird, but it was too late.
Immediately afterwards, he was like a dream. He wanted to kick the young master with his feet, but when the young master shook his wrist, he beat him in the air and got out.
When he was facing up and his body was still floating up, he looked at the young master and hit him in his chest with an elbow. He thought he was not very powerful, but under this blow, he felt his chest stuffy and his mouth was
Li Yitian actually suffered internal injuries.
He pressed the blood in his mouth, trying to wait until it landed, and sweep the young master away with his legs. But he completely miscalculated.
The young master made a move after another. Without waiting for his body to fall to the ground, he was hit on his waist. The power was so great that he felt that his waist was broken.
The blood in his mouth finally didn't press down and squirted out wildly. But the young master stepped on his chest without any luck, half-squatting down. A fist was already full of strength, from top to bottom
, headed straight to his forehead and smashed it down.
"Click."
Everyone was stunned, and the two sides retreated one after another, strideing apart for about ten steps, and all came to Su San's side together.
In fact, the time when Su San and He Haotian fought was only a moment. Both sides were distracted by this side, so when they stopped here, everyone stopped because the result was too unexpected. With the effort, He Haotian actually fell to the ground. Where did such a master come from?
Chen Zhong's eyes were blankly at Su San, and a hint of chill flashed through his eyes.
Deng Qiying retreated to Su San's side, lowered her head with Lu An, and saw that He Haotian's forehead was actually a depression, his face was flattened, and his shape changed, and he was still a little astonished.