"Brother, run, run......" Huang Yuwei continued despite her pain.

Chen Feng raised his hand, ready to continue beating Huang Yuwei.

Suddenly, an air sword, like a substantial white 'wave', rushed towards Chen Feng from Zhang Xiaoqiang's palm.

Poof!

Chen Feng's wrist was cut off by the qi sword, the fracture was neat, and Chen Feng's palm was separated from his body and fell down.

"Ah......" was stunned for two seconds before Chen Feng realized that his palm had been cut off, and blood flew out from the broken wrist.

"You hit her with this hand, give you a little punishment first......" Zhang Xiaoqiang said lightly.

"I'll kill you......" Chen Feng, who was angry, ignored the pain of his broken wrist, his short and fat body rushed towards Zhang Xiaoqiang, and his remaining left hand held a strange knife with a dark body.

"Piercing the clouds, breaking through the fog ......"

Chen Feng's body sank, the ground trembled, and he stabbed out five times in a row.

Five sword lights, combined into a knife technique that pierces through the clouds and fog, kills Zhang Xiaoqiang's 'chest'.

Chen Feng's five knives exhausted his life's strength, and he had infinite lethality, with the intention of killing Zhang Xiaoqiang's head with one blow.

"Look at the sword ......" Zhang Xiaoqiang clenched the short sword, and a sword 'swing' and 'shot' came out.

The sword light converged into one point, like a slender silk thread, and rushed towards Chen Feng's forehead.

Chen Feng couldn't avoid it, and this cloud of sword light directly broke through his forehead, passed through his head, and rushed out from the back of his head.

With a bang, Chen Feng fell to the ground.

Chen Feng was killed, and He Tong was furious.

"Boy, look for ...... death"

He Tong's body swelled suddenly, his muscles and flesh bulged step by step, and he pounced towards Zhang Xiaoqiang like a little leopard.

The master of the black knife 'gate' is basically famous for his knife skills, but there are exceptions, such as the He Tong in front of him, he is based on a horizontal practice of kung fu, and sits in the position of the second elder in the black knife 'gate'.

The distance between He Tong and Zhang Xiaoqiang was twenty meters, but he only took two steps to reach Zhang Xiaoqiang, and he swelled like a big bowl of fists, like a raptor crossing a river, and flicked towards Zhang Xiaoqiang's chest.

He Tong's punch is full of great strength, and one punch can kill a 500-pound buffalo.

Ordinary innate masters, in the face of such a strong force as He Tong, did not dare to take it hard.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is not afraid, he is a master of qi induction, even if it is a hard kung fu, he will not be worse than a master of horizontal training.

I saw Zhang Xiaoqiang spread out his palm and put it on the 'chest' position.

He Tong was ecstatic, he had enough confidence in his own strength, boy, you want to block my punch with the palm of your hand, you are really looking for death.

"Bang ......"

He Tong's fist hit Zhang Xiaoqiang's palm right on.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's true qi condensed in his palm, and with a skillful force, he dissolved the huge force of He Tong's punch, and took the punch without changing his face.

"No...... It can't be ......"

He Tong's heart was surging, his such a domineering punch was actually followed by this kid, which is unscientific.

At the moment when He Tong was puzzled, Zhang Xiaoqiang closed his five fingers and squeezed He Tong's fist tightly.

Click......

He Tong's fist was crushed by Zhang Xiaoqiang's claw.

Before He Tong could scream, Zhang Xiaoqiang clenched his fists and rushed towards He Tong's face with a punch.

He Tong only saw a fist enlarge in front of his eyes, and before he could dodge, this punch directly hit his left eye, and with a bang, it exploded his eyeball.

Zhang Xiaoqiang withdrew his fist like lightning, and the second punch slammed into He Tong's chest.

This punch, He Tong still couldn't dodge.

"Bang ......"

He Tong's body flew straight out.

Being in the air, He Tong forcibly held his breath, his body rolled in the air, and barely fell to the ground.

He Tong's whole body trembled, and it was obvious that he was embarrassed by Zhang Xiaoqiang's punch.

He Tong forcibly used his true qi and wanted to exert his strength again, but with a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Elder He...... "The bewitching 'woman' in her twenties shouted when she saw He Tong's defeat.

"Moon Ballad, it's up to you......" He Tong smiled bitterly, his whole body of horizontal kung fu can't pass two moves under this kid's hands, and now he can only rely on the water moon ballad who has cultivated different arts.

Shui Yue's appearance looks like she is only in her twenties, but in fact she is in her fifties. She only cultivated evil skills and magic skills, so she looked extremely young.

"......"

Shui Yueyu clicked lightly, and with a twist of his wrist, the red mang short knife rolled up with a ball of red 'color' knife light and attacked Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Inside the red 'colored' sword light, tens of thousands of resentful souls were condensed.

The evil skill of Shui Yueyu's cultivation is to devour people's souls to make her body appear to be young and 'spring' forever, and also refine these souls into her red mang's short knife.

Her red-manged short knife itself is a magic weapon that has been consecrated by a living Buddha in Tibet, and after she got it by chance, she refined this magic weapon into an evil weapon alive.

The red mang short knife that has become an evil weapon is weird and unpredictable, and the water moon ballad keeps killing people and refining new resentful souls, and the lethality is several times stronger than the original magic weapon short knife.

"Whew......"

The resentful ghost condensed into a ghost head, separated from the red 'color' knife light, and wanted to eat Zhang Xiaoqiang in one bite.

The soul of an immortal cultivator like Zhang Xiaoqiang is particularly pure, if he eats this kind of soul, the lethality of the evil weapon of Shui Yue Song will be doubled on the existing basis.

Whether it is the Shui Yue Ballad or the Red Mang Short Knife itself, there is an infinite 'desire' to devour Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Shui Yue's eyes 'revealed' the evil light, and she was confident that her evil spirit divine sword could destroy Zhang Xiaoqiang in one fell swoop.

"Night Imp ......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked disdainful, and the power of his soul was released.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's powerful divine soul power condensed into a powerful divine thought.

The divine thought turned into a white light and rushed towards the red mangdao light.

"How......" The ghost head condensed by countless resentful ghosts, when it encountered Zhang Xiaoqiang's powerful divine thoughts, it shrank in fright, and just wanted to immediately return to the red mang short knife to hide.

But Zhang Xiaoqiang's divine thoughts came and went like the wind without a trace, and it hit this ghost head in the blink of an eye.

"Bang ......"

The red mang's short knife exploded.

Shui Yueyu's wrist was in severe pain, and the red mang short knife flew out of his hand.

When the red mang short knife landed, the original red 'color' blade turned into pitch black.

"Poof......" The evil spirit and resentful ghost of the red mang short knife was killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang with a divine thought, and the water moon rumor was angry, and a mouthful of blood mist sprayed out.

In an instant, the original 20-year-old and charming Water Moon Ballad turned into a wrinkled, white-haired elderly 'woman' and 'woman'.

"What an old witch......" Zhang Xiaoqiang sneered, this bewitching 'girl' turned out to be an old woman, which was also very unexpected to him.

Shui Yueyu bit the tip of her tongue and devoured the 'essence' blood on the tip of her tongue, she forcibly ran the exercises, and her body instantly returned to the bewitching 'girl' appearance in her early twenties.

"Boy, I'll fight with you......" Shui Yueyu rushed towards Zhang Xiaoqiang with an arrow step.