Ling Tian'er and Ling Yunzhi said hello, and the three of them waved their palms and attacked Dong Weixiong.
With the addition of Ying Changqing, the situation immediately changed, and the suppressed party became Dong Weixiong.
Ying Changqing's internal energy is deep and his palm power is like waves, which is extremely lethal in itself. At the same time, Ying Changqing's extremely fast and fierce offensive captured most of Dong Weixiong's attention, and the sharp long swords of Ling Tian'er and his brother were able to exert their supposed strength.
The power of his palm rumbled and the sword flashed. Dong Weixiong gritted his teeth and resisted with all his strength, not daring to be distracted for a moment. Even so, Dong Weixiong also knew that he could not resist for long. [
Seeing that his plan was about to succeed, but he didn't expect that it would fall short in the end, Dong Weixiong was secretly worried. In the midst of his busy schedule, he took the time to look over at Han Tong, and saw that Han Tong was entangled with seventeen innate masters by himself, and the fight was lively. It would be impossible for his seventeen men to defeat Han Tong in a short period of time, and it would even be very difficult to escape and come back to help him.
It can be said that the reversal of the entire situation is entirely due to Han Tong alone. This young man with only the elementary level of Xiantian cultivation was like Xiaoqiang. Under the siege of seventeen Xiantian masters, he could not be beaten to death. Dong Weixiong really wanted to throw Han Tong on the operating table and cut him open to see. What kind of material is it made of? It's so abnormal.
When he was on Wulong Island, Han Tong stayed with strong monks like Qin Dong and Liuli Fairy every day, and he could only feel his weakness. However, today's battle made him realize that he was not weak. , and also very powerful. The more they played, the more confident they became, and the more they played, the more excited they became, and the situation of the seventeen masters became more and more difficult.
"Dong Weixiong, today is the day you die!" Ying Changqing hated Dong Weixiong so much that he roared and released 100% of his internal energy to attack Dong Weixiong wildly.
Dong Weixiong did not dare to neglect and hurriedly stepped back to block. Ling Tian'er and Ling Yunzhi were not idlers. When Ying Changqing moved, the two of them also gathered their momentum. From the left and right sides, they transformed into mountain-like sword lights and stabbed directly at Dong Weixiong.
Dong Weixiong cursed wildly in his heart, not daring to stop at all, and retreated backwards.
Dong Weixiong's reaction could not be said to be unpleasant, but no matter how quick it was, it was no match for the tacit cooperation and deliberate calculations of Ying Changqing and the other three. There was a sharp pain in the left waist and eye, and a stream of blood suddenly spattered everywhere.
Ling Tian'er, who succeeded with one move, showed no mercy and took advantage of the situation to pursue him. Three swords in succession rolled up three fast and fierce swords that were connected to each other and relied on each other, and rolled towards Dong Weixiong.
At the critical moment of life and death, Dong Weixiong shouted loudly and stamped his feet on the ground like a heavy hammer. In an instant, the marble floor shattered. Countless marble fragments were violently rolled up by Dong Weixiong's strength, and smashed towards Ling Tian'er's sword. At the same time, a wave of palm energy was gathered, and the front He greeted Ying Changqing.
Ling Tian'er's sword was blocked by marble fragments, while Ying Changqing's palm collided with Dong Weixiong's. Dong Weixiong, who had hurriedly gathered his strength to meet the enemy, still had a close fight with Ying Changqing. The two stumbled back almost simultaneously.
But before Dong Weixiong could stand still, he heard a clear whistle from Ling Yunzhi, and the long-awaited sword energy rolled in, approaching him in an instant.
Just as he and Ying Changqing exchanged blows, the aura in Dong Weixiong's body was in chaos. The sword wound inflicted on the left waist was not shallow, and severe pain was felt from time to time. Faced with Ling Tianer's precise sword strike, Dong Weixiong felt somewhat powerless to deal with it. In desperation, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and retreat.
He avoided Ling Yunzhi's sword energy, but did not avoid Ling Tian'er's second blow. With a few swishing sounds like flesh crunching, Dong Weixiong had three more wounds on his body.
Ignoring the pain, Dong Weixiong hurriedly flew to the wall, stood with his back to the wall, and got rid of the dilemma of being surrounded by three people.
The blood has dyed Dong Weixiong's robe red, making Dong Weixiong's face look very ugly. He realized in his heart that not only would his plan not succeed today, he might even lose his life here.
"Holy Lord!" Just when Dong Weixiong was anxious, he exclaimed, making him overjoyed.
Looking back, I saw that reinforcements had arrived. Eight innate masters flew over.
Dong Weixiong let out a long breath, feeling glad that his life was saved. He looked at Ying Changqing with a gloomy sneer and said, "Ying Changqing, it seems that my death is not coming, but that you cannot escape this fate!"
Ying Changqing's face suddenly turned serious. I sighed in my heart that I was just a little bit close to killing Dong Weixiong at the palm of my hand, but now... [
"I'll take as much as you come! Tian'er, you just kill that old guy, I'll take care of the rest!" Han Tong's roar came with the wind.
Everyone looked back and saw Han Tong stepping on the air waves, flying through the void, and rushing towards this side. The seventeen masters who were entangled by Han Tong were tortured so much that they wished Han Tong would leave, but no one pursued them. Judging from their expressions, they probably no longer want to fight Han Tong.
There is no way, the torture Han Tong inflicts on people is not physical, but mental. He clearly knew that the other party's cultivation level was not as good as his own, but even though he tried his best, he couldn't do anything to them. It was like being forced to raise his bow and shoot into the sky, and it was endless. Anyone would go crazy.
Dong Weixiong knew Han Tong's perversion. When he saw Han Tong coming, he was afraid that Han Tong would circle away all his helpers again. In panic, he yelled with a trembling voice, "Quick! Kick him back!"
The eight innate masters who came later didn't know what happened, but when they saw Dong Weixiong's face so ugly, they knew that Han Tong was difficult to deal with, so the eight people hurriedly gathered their palm power and struck out in unison. A huge tsunami-like air wave formed by true energy rolled straight towards Han Tong.
Although this air wave cannot hurt Han Tong, it can knock Han Tong away. Han Tong tried several times in succession, but was hacked back by eight people.
Seeing that his goal was achieved, Dong Weixiong breathed a sigh of relief. If he was really attacked by Han Tong, he would be in big trouble. Although Dong Weixiong didn't want to admit it, in his heart, he was indeed a little afraid of Han Tong.
Dong Weixiong was relieved, but the next eight innate masters were shocked from ear to ear. The eight people's combined attack was enough to break the monument into pieces, but it didn't even hurt Han Tong's hair. How could such an astonishing cultivation not surprise them
Ying Changqing frowned when he saw that Han Tong had tried several times but failed. He knew that it was no longer a wise move to stay. Dong Weixiong has fifty or sixty innate masters under his command, and Dong Weixiong's helping hands will only increase in number. Before the demons gathered together, they still had a chance to escape. Otherwise, even Han Tong would not be able to do anything.