The first thousand seven hundred and seventy-ninth chapters are impermanent
Bai Wuchang was hit in the face by the energy, and his tall and thin body was blown away like a broken paper kite. Xu Qing let out a deep shout, turned the hilt of his sword, jumped up and shot at Hei Wuchang, and with a shake of his hand, he swept the sword towards the opponent's jaw.
The other hand quietly reached to the waist and pulled out the Hong Ming Dao. There was no need to talk about morality in dealing with these two extremely vicious guys. It was only reasonable to use the most effective method to eliminate these two scourges.
Hei Wuchang had a cold face, his feet were as straight as stakes, the chain gun in his hand shook slightly, and his palms moved quickly on the barrel, swish, swish - the gun tip bloomed with little silver light, in the darkness
It was extremely dazzling, and the refracted light made his pitch-black face clearly visible. You could see that this guy's face was covered with pits of varying sizes.
"What a black-faced brat, I didn't expect you to be an expert in using guns. Try this dragon and phoenix singing together!" Before he finished speaking, the Longyuan Sword in Xu Qing's hand came out from the gap between the gun heads and held the gun with a click.
He turned his head, turned his left palm forward, and the Hongming Sword turned into a red light and shot towards Hei Wuchang's left rib. The sword was a feint to cover up the fatal blow.
puff!
The Hong Ming Dao filled with internal energy pierced through the black and impermanent protective aura, directly taking away half a kilogram of pork belly from his waist. Blood gushed out along the wound. The short blood-drinking knife suddenly turned in mid-air, as if there was something there.
The knife stabbed him in the back as if it was life-threatening. The knife was as fast as lightning, and the black-faced boy, whose protective aura had been broken, could not avoid it.
At this moment of life and death, a white shadow flew over, and the wind in the palm of the person's hand arrived. Two feminine energy hit the handle of the knife without any bias, and the Hong Ming Knife was knocked out several feet, clanging.
Falling into the dust with a sound, Bai Wuchang was like an unbeatable little beast. He was sent flying by Xu Qing's roar but was not seriously harmed. He rolled over and rushed over, saving Hei Wuchang's life at that moment.
Bai Wuchang pressed his palm on his waist, and the blood flow immediately slowed down. As if he didn't feel the pain, he used both palms to push the barrel of the gun straight to Xu Qing's throat. Bai Wuchang swung his claws and followed him like a shadow.
Then he launched an offensive immediately.
Xu Qing's eyes widened, his cheeks bulged, he opened his mouth and yelled again: "Get out!" A ball of scorching energy burst out of his lips and hit Hei Wuchang's face directly. Bai Wuchang raised his palms in succession, two waves of feminine palm energy
It rolled up quickly, boo! The two qi energies collided in mid-air, and a white mist as big as a millstone rose up, which was particularly eye-catching in the darkness.
"Go, go, go, go, go," Xu Qing opened his mouth and shouted loudly. His energy was like a ping-pong ball catapult, and he rushed towards Hei Wuchang. If anyone wanted to compete head-on with him, that would be great. The inner alchemy was full of energy.
Now I am feeling depressed.
Hei Wuchang arrived with a gun and was hit by a barrage of energy balls. The person had already taken a few steps back before the gun was pierced, but he was soon pushed away by a steady stream of energy balls.
You have to retreat step by step.
Bai Wuchang seemed to be much smarter. He jumped up, and his tall and thin body made an arc in mid-air. The angle was perfect, and he just happened to avoid the oncoming energy ball, with a weird smile on his face.
With a sound, his body turned around and raised his sharp claws to slam into Xu Qingtian's spiritual cap. All the movements were completed in a flash of lightning, so fast that it was dizzying.
Xu Qing's steel teeth clenched, making a crunching sound, and he turned his palms upward to meet the sharp claws falling from the top of his bag. The palms and claws met and made a muffled sound like a beaten leather. Bai Wuchang was hit by an extremely powerful force.
The force of the rebound sent him flying. He turned somersaults in the air to relieve the force. His toes touched the ground and his left paw drew an imaginary half circle in the air. It suddenly dug into Xu Qing's lower abdomen. This move of eagle claws to draw oil was originally very common.
The moves he used were filled with a fierce murderous aura, and he would fight for his life to the death.
Xu Qing lowered his hand with one palm, and shot out the three palms to overcome the calamity. He raised his arms and swung his sword towards Bai Wuchang's shoulder. At this moment, the chain gun in Black Wuchang's hand struck like a poisonous snake spitting a message. In desperation, he only
Being able to block with a sword, there seemed to be a strange tacit understanding between the black and white pair. However, the kung fu with their hands was ridiculously high. After fighting for hundreds of rounds in the blink of an eye, Xu Qing felt an invisible pressure in his heart.
, the air around them seemed to form an air shield, enveloping the three of them, making every move he made feel oppressive.
It is undeniable that Xu Qing has always been very lucky. With the help of the magical clairvoyant eye, he has made rapid progress. Except for that time when he suffered a big loss at the hands of Yang Fan, he has had no accidents along the way.
The feeling of controlling extraordinary power was quite satisfying, but tonight he felt a sense of crisis again, especially after the loss of Hong Ming Dao. This feeling became more and more serious.
The Escape Palm is the best defensive skill in the world, but its attack power is about the same as that of hair removal cream. It has no effect other than making the opponent look smooth. Facing Bai Wuchang's erratic attack, one can only focus on parrying, plus that stick
The elusive chain gun caused Xu Qing to attack less and defend more without realizing it. It wouldn't take long for them all to be on the defensive.
A general named Hannibal once said that the best defense is offense, but for ancient warriors who advocate individual strength, this is naive. Both sides have equal strength. Offense is the easiest to expose its own flaws. It is best to have both offense and defense.
The way to win. Xu Qing has now fallen into a tug-of-war. He has repeated the tricks several times at the beginning. As the saying goes, tricks cannot be played for a long time. Except for the palm of his hand, his other skills have had little effect. The last thing he wants is
What he was helpless about was that the length of the Long Yuan Sword was suppressed by the chain gun at every turn. It was so fucking strong every inch!
In fact, Hei Wuchang was not having an easy time, especially the bone-deep wound on Hei Wuchang's waist. Although the bleeding was temporarily stopped, it was still not suitable for such a high-intensity fight. Over time, the wound on his waist and eye had burst open.
The blood flowed from the wound on the waist into the shoes, and no matter how much you jumped or moved, you would hear the sound of water gurgling in the shoes. This guy was also at the end of his life, it was just a matter of who could endure it.
Bai Wuchang seems to understand the current situation of his companions, but if he retreats at this time, all his previous efforts will be wasted. Only by killing the obstructive ancient warrior in front of him as soon as possible can he be sure of victory, but the opponent's palms can always protect his whole body at the most critical moment.
Like an extremely hard turtle shell.
Xu Qing's left palm wanted to defend Bai Wuchang, and his right palm clenched the Long Yuan Sword to parry the spear point. As time passed, two flaws appeared in his movements. Hei Wuchang took two shots from him. Fortunately, it was the protective weapon.
He was so angry that one of the shots only scratched off a piece of oily skin on his shoulder. In comparison, the injury on the waist and eyes of the black kid holding the gun was much more serious.
puff!
The gun tip came from an incredible angle, hitting Xu Qing's left leg without any bias. The protective gas was penetrated by the gun tip, a hole as big as a jujube stone, and a small group of wet marks quickly spread on the surface of his calf.