"It's them!" Looking at the few people gathered around Zhou Xiaopang, Xu Han flashed a cold light in his eyes, and shouted sharply!
The warriors who surrounded Zhou Xiaopang's killing, Xu Han and the others were seen from behind Yiquan, but Qi An was not seen!
The sudden appearance of the martial artist shocked Zhou Xiaopang's heart, but when he saw the person coming, his eyes turned into ecstasy, and he couldn't help but say loudly: "Boss! Come on, these grandsons rely on a lot of people, and they even paid back. Sneak attack, I'm so angry with Fat Master!"
"It's Xu Han!" The martial artist who surrounded Zhou Xiaopang looked at the Xu Han people who rushed towards him, his eyes were startled, and he said in ecstasy!
This Xu Han was so arrogant that everyone wanted to solve it. They didn't expect to encounter that tyrannical fish at sea. He didn't die, and his life was really hard!
"Go! Kill him!" The warrior in the distance yelled, leaving one person to deal with Zhou Xiaopang, and the rest rushed towards Xu Han, all eyes filled with excitement.
Although I saw the three people who followed Xu Han, the warrior who rushed didn't care about it at all, and the martial arts in his hand burst out, instantly covering Xu Han and all of them!
Seeing the martial arts rushing toward their faces, Xu Han looked at each other and drank in unison. The martial arts in their hands blasted out at the same time, and they blasted toward the enchantment.
boom!
With a huge sound, everyone's attacks dissipated in the air, and the warriors who rushed looked at the energies that were blown away, with surprise in their eyes, but they didn't take it to heart. After all, everyone was a tentative blow.
"Haha--big fat man, you are very embarrassed!" The prodigal son who flew by, looked at the figure dodged among the many warriors ahead, and laughed!
Zhou Xiaopang looked at the prodigal son behind Xu Han with a look of anger in his eyes, and he couldn't help snarling: "Your uncle, don't come and help me."
"Hey! Be careful!" The prodigal who rushed over looked weird, waiting to see Zhou Xiaopang's sword gas cut to his right, and shouted anxiously.
Taking advantage of Zhou Xiaopang's astonishment, the warrior next to him seized the opportunity to slash his back with the fierce sword energy in his hand, trying to kill the nasty fat man on the spot.
"Huh!" Zhou Xiaopang seemed to have expected the attack around him a long time ago. He hummed softly and threw a huge stone in his hand, smashing the sword energy from the air.
With a leap, he swept toward the giant tree on one side, looking at the disappointed look in the martial artist's eyes, furious in his heart, holding the huge stone, and blasting toward the martial artist.
Hao Kong glanced at the martial artist rushing forward, his face cautious, facing Xu Han on one side, and shouted in a low voice: "The martial artist in front of you, is the strength extraordinary?"
Yin Zhihui, who was next to him, also had a cold face, unconsciously tightening the short sword in his hand.
Looking at the four martial artists in front of him, Xu Han's face was solemn, and he said softly: "En! Be careful, they should all be disciples of the Supreme Temple of the Qiangzong Sect in Tianzhou."
"Supreme Temple!" Hao Kong's face was startled, and then there was no trace of fear on his face, but an expression full of eagerness.
Seeing that Zhou Xiaopang was not in crisis, the prodigal son was delighted. He looked at the people rushing forward, his face was cold, and he shouted: "Your uncle, dare to move my prodigal brother, see your grandpa take you. Little life."
"Looking for death!" Among the warriors who rushed, one of them looked at the arrogant prodigal son, shouted in a low voice, and shot straight with a long sword in his hand.
Seeing that warrior came straight towards him, the prodigal son's eyes were full of excitement, and there was a roaring sound above the sword, and the trees within one meter of the sword's energy were all crushed.
There were four martial artists in front of him. Except for one martial artist from Zhou Xiaopang's side, three of them came straight to a few people. Xu Han glanced at Zhou Xiaopang in the distance, facing Yin Zhihui beside him, and whispered: "You go Help Zhou Xiaopang, I'll do this."
"En! Then you be careful!" Yin Zhiyao's eyes flashed a little hesitation, but when he saw the firmness in Xu Han's eyes, he responded softly and jumped directly towards Zhou Xiaopang in the distance.
Although Zhou Xiaopang has the strength of the God Transformation Realm, I am afraid that he will fight head-on, let alone the disciples of the Supreme Temple, even some ordinary warriors, and it is difficult to defeat. The big array has something to do with it.
When he rushed, Xu Han noticed that there was a faint wave on the surrounding ground, which should have been a large array laid out in advance, but now it is probably destroyed by the many crabs pouring from the ground.
boom!
The prodigal son and Hao Kong on one side had already blasted with the warrior, and the huge sound was accompanied by the squeaking of crabs.
"Xu Han! Today I will hold your head to meet the son." Seeing the martial artist who greeted alone, the white-clothed youth in front of him, there was a touch of excitement in his eyes, and he said sharply, and then he touched the long sword in his hand. The cyan brilliance flashed.
At such an age, he dared to offend Young Master Yiquan and killed many disciples of the Supreme Temple. Xu Han was really bold, but it was a pity that he was going to be buried here.
Xu Han danced forward with the silver sword in his hand, smashing the sword energy that the warrior had cut, and said with disdain: "Humph! He should be with you soon."
"court death!"
Listening to Xu Han's words, the warrior's eyes were furious, and he shouted violently. The sword in his hand swept forward, a bright light flashed across the air, and the crabs rushing out along the way were all knocked into flight.
Stabbed!
There was a piercing cry, and the sword aura swept across the crab's shell, with sporadic firelight, and went straight to Xu Han's facade.
The sword aura passed by, leaving a deep scratch on the ground. The crabs rushing around were all hit into it. Seeing the terrifying sword aura, Xu Han didn't dare to be careless in his heart, the thunder spirit in his body. Roll out madly.
"Sister-in-law! This fellow is about to be handed over to you." Zhou Xiaopang in the distance looked at the rushing Yin Zhiyu, he was relieved, and said with excitement.
Yin Zhimao is now immune to this title, and he no longer blushes as before, with a soft response in his mouth, and kills with a short sword in his hand.
A few people have been together for some time. For Zhou Xiaopang, although Yin Zhiyu is not as clear as Xu Han, at least he still knows his character.
Knocking on the sap, taking advantage of the fire, these are the favorites to do, and this kind of frontal battle is probably not his strong point.
"Trash!" Looking at Zhou Xiaopang who was leaving directly, the warrior had a look of contempt in his eyes, disdainful of his mouth, and then greeted Yin Zhiyu who was swooping forward.
Zhou Xiaopang who drew away, looking at the disdain in the martial artist's eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he flew down, avoiding the crabs that hit him, and shot out spiritual power in his hand.
Squeak —
With the huge roar of the warrior, more and more crabs gathered around, and the eyes were all crabs. Dense long legs drew across the tree and gathered towards a few people in the air.
As soon as Zhou Xiaopang stepped on his figure, he flew directly into the air, looking at the warrior who was fighting with Yin Zhiyi, and shouted in a low voice: "Your uncle, dare to look down on me, just start with you."
With the play of spiritual power, Zhou Xiaopang took out strange stones from the ring and threw them at the bottom of the warrior. The dropped stone just avoided the dense crabs and was firmly set in the soil.
"Even the warriors of our supreme temple dare to provoke, really do not know what to write?" Looking at the woman in front of him, the warrior's eyes were sullen, and the warrior whispered in a low tone, but there was a strong disdain in her tone.
Seeing the martial artist so arrogant in front of him, Yin Zhiyu was also unhappy, and could not help but whispered: "Supreme Temple? Just your strength?"
With a soft drink in her mouth, on the short sword in Yin Zhiyu's hand, a water-like sword aura cut out and turned into a huge wave of water in the air, heading towards the warrior.
The warrior in the air looked at the sword energy that was fan-shaped in front of him, and a flash of disdain flashed in his eyes, the long sword in his hand danced continuously, a dense rain of swords was drawn out, and the sword energy that came from the sky was chopped off.
Pouch! Pouch!
There were soft sounds, and the sword qi drawn by Yin Zhiyu was directly turned into fragments by the sword qi rushing out of the warrior's hand.
"Hmph! Such an attack is really presumptuous as a warrior of the gods." Seeing the sword energy that was so easily shattered, the warrior's eyes were full of disdain, and he shouted in a low voice.
I originally thought that this rushing warrior was so powerful, I didn't expect it to be even more unreliable than the big fat man.
Yin Zhiyu did not show any abnormality to the martial artist's disdain. In the depths of his eyes, there was a playful look, and Zhou Xiaopang in the sky below, looking at the shattered rain, his eyes were full of expectation. color.
The sword energy cut by the warrior dashed through the air, Yu Jin cut towards the front, Yin Zhiyu did not dare to slack off, his short sword swung out several sword energy in a row, and his figure was also retreating again and again.
Zhou Xiaopang looked at the warrior in the air, throwing the last stone in his hand, his eyes full of expectation.
"En?" Looking at the rain that sprinkled in front of him, there was a glimmer of doubt in the eyes of the warrior. In the broken rain, the warrior's intuition felt that something was wrong.
"you???!"
Yin Zhiyu, who was retreating, saw the martial artist in front of him hesitate, and feared that he was suspicious, he snorted with a soft drink.
A touch of water-like sword energy was drawn, and he went straight to the warrior in front of him, but he was more aggressive than the attack just now, and a pretty face was full of anger.
Looking at the shame and anger in Yin Zhihui's eyes, the warrior laughed, his figure swept, and the long sword in his hand danced to smash the splashes of water.
"Still a little bit of strength? I will look down upon you then." Looking at the sword aura drawn from Yin Zhiyi's hand, the martial artist's eyes flashed with a strange color, and he chuckled, but the expression on his face did not put the woman in front of him. in my heart.
The splashes that were slashed by the sword qi in the air did not completely disappear, but vaguely gathered towards the martial artist's body.
"Arrogant guy! Take it to death." Looking at the confident warrior in front of him, Yin Zhiyu let out a soft drink, only to see that the rainwater from the warrior's smashing suddenly increased towards the warrior.
The martial artist who flew by, looked at the densely gathered attack around him, his eyes were startled, but he underestimated the woman in front of him.