Yang Dongqing thought very well, Song Xiacheng was a fifth-level master, with the lancet in hand, his strength had skyrocketed several times, and no one present could stop him. Pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info and you don't have a knife, and no one will pay attention to it, you can get out calmly, which can be described as the best of both worlds.

However, before he could hand the knife to Song Xiacheng, a figure suddenly shot out and pounced.

Yang Dongqing and Song Xiacheng have always been on guard, but what they didn't expect was that this person's target was not Yang Dongqing with a knife in his hand, but Song Xiacheng.

"Huh~" This person was extremely fast, his figure brought out an afterimage, and at the same time as the sound of breaking through the air entered his ears, a cold cold light had already arrived in front of Song Xiacheng.

Song Xiacheng snorted, stepped forward, and blasted over with a punch at the cold light that stabbed him, and he used his strength to shoot.

"Bang" The two collided, and their bodies shook at the same time, and Yang Dongqing saw clearly that it was a horn clansman who pounced.

The horned man paused, then put his hands behind his shoulders and continued to thrust forward with the spikes of his elbows, making a soft snort.

Song Xiacheng was secretly shocked in his heart, and the other party also used his strength as soon as he came up, obviously to force himself back. But he knew the other party's purpose, but he had to retreat, this is the innate advantage of the horn people, the energy spurts out from the sharp corners, and after the collision, he can also follow up the attack. So even though he guessed the other party's purpose, he had to retreat.

"Boy, be careful!" Song Xiacheng shouted, and stepped back.

At this time, another Horn Clan rushed over, and the target was Yang Dongqing.

Everyone who was leaving stopped and turned their heads, their eyes blazing, all secretly lucky, ready to strike at any time.

Turran, Lao Zhou, and Della took a step forward and observed their surroundings left and right.

"Lao Zhou, don't do it when you are fighting for a while, wait in the distance. Turland whispered.

"Understood!" Old Monday knew what Turran meant.

At the top floor of the staircase, Duck and the two lizardmen, who had already left, turned back.

"Bastard!" Duck cursed, scolding the Horned people. Originally, they thought that no one would do anything here, after all, there were too many people, so they left one step ahead and prepared to hide below. I didn't expect the horn people to be so breathless.

Everyone had different thoughts, and the iron fence was already in a mess. Although Song Xiacheng lost the first move, he was very steady and did not retreat much.

Yang Dongqing did not panic in the face of the fifth-level master, the lancet in his hand trembled slightly, did not retreat but advanced, and a poisonous snake spit out a letter, and the tip of the knife turned into a dozen, continuously pointing on the spikes of the hands and feet of the horn tribesmen.

"Good knife, really good knife!" the horned man laughed, his eyes lit up, and the tips of his hands and feet erupted vigorously, striking the blade thirty centimeters apart, making a series of crisp sounds.

"This is a real star weapon. Everyone shouted wildly in their hearts when they saw this scene, they could block their strength without damage, and the weapon could also resist their own internal strength.

The sound of "dangdangdang dang ......" collision was endless, Yang Dongqing's wrist was numb from the shock, and his feet retreated again and again. However, the smile on his opponent's face gradually faded, and his excited eyes turned solemn.

Their original plan was that one would force Song Xiacheng back, and the other would snatch the lancet with all his might. Because they knew that Yang Dongqing was not level five, it would be easier to deal with him. But he didn't expect Yang Dongqing to be so difficult, a knife even blocked the strength, and there was no sign of defeat.

"Boy, don't force me to be ruthless, give me the lancet. I can't keep it in your hands. The horned man said with a cold face.

Yang Dongqing didn't say a word and continued to wave his knife to resist.

"You found it yourself. When the horn clan saw that Yang Dongqing was stubborn, they snorted coldly, and the speed of their attack suddenly accelerated, and their hands and feet brought out afterimages.

At this moment, Yang Dongqing immediately felt that the pressure increased greatly, and after blocking a few moves in a row, he stepped on the stars without a shadow, and rushed towards Song Xiacheng in a flash. Only then did the Jiao people discover that the other party had unconsciously retreated to a position parallel to Song Xiacheng. And Yang Dongqing's withdrawal is less than two meters away from Song Xiacheng.

"Where to go. With a loud shout, the horned clan used force under his feet, narrowed the distance between him and Yang Dongqing, and raised his foot and kicked violently.

At this time, Yang Dongqing did not raise his knife to resist, but fell backwards, and the lancet slashed with another horn clan member who was trading with Song Xia with his backhand.

Another horn clan also noticed that Yang Dongqing was approaching, but he didn't expect the other party's move to fall to the ground and slash back. This trick is quite subtle, and it erases the distance that still needs one step to reach.

The Jiao clansman who was entangled with Song Xiacheng was startled, and at this moment he couldn't pull out his hand to resist this knife, so he hurriedly took a step back.

It was this gap that the knife in Yang Dongqing's hand flew out of his hand and fell into Song Xiacheng's hand in the blink of an eye.

This is Yang Dongqing's purpose, from the beginning of the fight, he was calculating, the direction of the collision, the angle of retreat, and the distance from Song Xiacheng, in order to send the knife into Song Xiacheng's hands.

fell to the ground, chopped the knife, threw the knife, and the three actions were done in one go, not only dodging the opponent's kick, but also forcing back another horn clansman, allowing Song Xiacheng to calmly take the knife.

However, although his trick is subtle, it also puts himself in danger. The Jiao clan on the opposite side kicked in the air, followed by another step, stepped down on Yang Dongqing's stomach with one foot, and shouted: "You give me death!"

Yang Dongqing had already calculated the back move, knowing that this was the situation, he kicked the ground with both feet at the moment, rubbed the ground and jumped backwards again. The horned people stomped heavily on the ground, trampling a big hole in the ground, and the steel bars inside were exposed.

Although this kick missed, he also had a back move, and his whole body fell forward, and the spikes of his elbows were aimed at Yang Dongqing's chest, which was surprisingly fast.

At this moment, Yang Dongqing's old power has been exhausted, and the new power has not been born, and he is no longer able to dodge. However, his expression was surprisingly calm, because as soon as he retreated just now, he was already within the range of Song Xiacheng's attack.

Sure enough, with a flash of the knife, the lancet sneered and came close to the horn people.

"Huh~" The Jiao tribesman exclaimed loudly, the change just now was too fast, and he didn't have time to calculate the consequences of Song Xiacheng having a knife in his hand.

However, he was a fifth-level master after all, and at the critical moment, he struggled to raise his arms, and the energy erupted from the spikes of his elbows and crashed into the blade.

"When~" After the energy collided, the lancet hit the sharp corners, and with a click, the sharp corners of the elbows of the horned people were cut off. The knife continued to slash, bringing a wound in his chest.

That is, his double horns resisted part of the knife momentum, otherwise this move would have killed him.

With the force of the lancet, the Horned Clan's body flew sideways. Now, although he was injured and lost the sharp corner of his elbow, he managed to save his life.

But at this moment, Yang Dongqing jumped up from the ground and chased after the horn tribesmen and pounced. He can't let go of this opponent, otherwise the other party will continue to entangle, and Song Xia will not be able to leave.

As soon as the horn people got together, Yang Dongqing arrived, his hands were on his body, and a series of dense blows sounded like firecrackers.

The Horn Clan was seriously injured, unable to exert force at all, and could not use their strength, and was beaten backwards again and again, and reached the edge of the roof in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Yang Dongqing's figure squatted down, and his shoulder slammed into the other party. With a scream, the Horned people were knocked out of the building and thrown to the ground from a height of several hundred meters.

And at this moment, Turlan and Dark's eyes burst with cold light, and a name flashed in their minds: Lord!