Chapter 72 What about killing him?

The stone burst, and the dust permeated several feet. Qiao Yun's face wiped a sass with a grin, and the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, passing through the rolling sand and dust like a laser. At the same time, a hand knife formed on the side of the left palm, and the soaring flame surrounded the hand knife fire. Qiao Yun shouted in a low; "Fighting broken palm."

Because Qiao Yun's speed was too fast, the sixth-order man had not yet reacted. His hand knife in flameslashed his neck, and his head flew out on the spot, and blood splashed.

"Zhu Tao..." Looking at the man who was killed by Qiao Yun, Hu Chengzhu, Qi Sheng and another man named Wang Wei all exclaimed.

"Sid, how dare you kill him." Looking at Qiao Yun, who was killed decisively, Hu Chengzhu shouted harshly.

The fierce eyes glanced at the angry three people, and Qiao Yun shouted sarcastically; "What about killing him? I, Qiao Yun, once said that anyone who came to kill me would never show mercy.

"Will you never show mercy? In terms of your words, you have to die today. The deep pupils shot out two terrible killings, and Lord Hu shouted for forgiveness.

With the sound of angry shouting, the water-lighted long gun in his hand viblowed, and the dragon-like fighting spirit surrounded the long gun. The robe on his body blew the hunting sound. The long gun in his hand danced lightly twice, and the shadow of the gun was piled up. Hu Chengzhu shouted for forgiveness; "Cut down the waves."

With a shout, the long gun in his hand waved violently, and four substantial water dragons came out of the gun, roaring, and the water mist filled the surroundings.

The clothes on the body are faintly warm. The water mist on his long hair condensed into beads of water and dripped down his long hair. His slightly mature face was like sweating heavily. Qiao Yun only felt that the fighting spirit in his body seemed to be uncontrollable, and the four attacking water dragons restrained the fire fighting spirit.

The fighting spirit in the body is uncontrollable, and Qiao Yun can't operate the fighting spirit. Immediately, Qiao Yun dragged Xuantian's broken knife out of the space ring and made a muffled sound. Xuantian's broken knife stood on the ground, blocking the whole body behind.

"Ding, Ding, Ding..." The water splashed everywhere. At this time, Qiao Yun's whole body was wet, and there were rusty Xuantian broken knives on both sides, but everything in front of him was washed clean by four water dragons, and he faintly saw the colorful luster.

Before Qiao Yun came to his senses, a blade pierced the air, rang, collided with sparks at the blade of Xuantian's broken knife, directly cutting the sleeve robe of his left arm, a ferocious wound, and blood flowed out.

"Damn, damn..." Looking at Qi Sheng, who had just sent out a blade, Qiao Yun cursed rudely.

Facing the siege of the third-level and sixth-level strongman, Qiao Yun is also very clear that it is impossible to kill these three people. After all, the sixth-level fighters can break away from close combat and can also fly in the air. Compared with the fifth-level fighting spirit, it is simply far from the five-level fighting spirit.

Just now, Qiao Yun killed Zhu Tao and just took the opportunity to kill him when he was careless, but now these three people must not be so careless. After all, it's about their own lives, and no one wants to joke about their lives.

" boss, are you all right?" Seeing the injured Qiao Yun, the black mandarin hurriedly asked with concern.

"I'm fine, black man, you help me stop the man who has a long gun and practices water skills. I'll clean up this guy first." Because Hu Cheng's master practiced skills vaguely restrained the collapse of the flames, Qiao Yun had to leave him at the end to clean up and quickly ordered the blackloach.

"Okay, that guy will give it to me." The black mandarin sworely patted his chest with his small claws, and then turned into a streamer and shot into the sky.

He held the handle of the knife tightly, and the blue veins on his arm seemed to burst. Qiao Yun roared and lifted Xuantian's broken knife, and the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, and immediately collapsed several feet.

Xuantian's broken knife drew an arc in the air and cut through the air. The whining sound came into his ears and hit Qi Sheng's head. At the same time, Qiao Yun shouted; "Go to hell, rubbish."

When he saw the dilapidated broken knife, Qi Sheng didn't pay attention to it at all, but he saw Qiao Yun collapse several feet when he stepped on the ground. Can you imagine how heavy this broken knife is? It also made him completely change the view of the broken knife.

His left foot stepped in the air, and his body quickly retreated a few feet to avoid the Xuantian broken knife that almost hit.

"Rumble." The smashed Xuantian broken knife fell on the ground. Immediately, five or six wide ravines appeared around Xuantian's broken knife, which were extended, filled with sand and dust, and the deafening explosion made the ears buzz.

"It's so dangerous. Fortunately, I didn't block that knife, otherwise I would be smashed into meat foam by this broken knife." Qi Sheng, who withdrew a few feet, was also a little happy when he saw Xuantian's broken knife on the ground.

He gasped and wiped the sweat on his face with his hand. Qiao Yun cursed with a wry smile: "Damn, I didn't succeed. I was dodged by this guy."

Martial arts; only after unloading the force reached the realm of three heavens, Qiao Yun can also pick up Xuantian's broken knife for up to 10 seconds, but for him, 10 seconds, with the assistance of quenching seven steps, can unexpectedly make his opponent into meat foam.

Now the enemy knows the power of Xuantian's broken knife, and Qiao Yun has no strength to lift Xuantian's broken knife, and he can only fight with him.

Before Qiao Yun stabilized his mind, Wang Wei, who was beside him, also attacked Qiao Yun. His palms condensed golden fighting spirit, his feet stepped twice in the void, and his palms were imprinted on Qiao Yun's back.

"Puff." Blood spurted, Qiao Yun seemed to be attacked by a thousand pounds of heavy stones, and his face was as pale as a dead face. Qiao Yun suddenly turned around and cut Wang Wei's shoulder with a flaming hand knife.

The hand knife was like an indestructible blade, cutting down the arm stiffly, and the blood splashed everywhere.

"Ah~~~." With a sad scream, Wang Wei, who lost an arm, grinned in pain and his long hair danced wildly.

"Wang Wei..." Qi Sheng exclaimed loudly, and the terrible killing fell on the seriously injured Qiao Yun. He shouted for forgiveness; "Child, go to hell..."

With the fall of forgiveness and shouting, the fighting spirit condensed into a blade and attacked Qiao Yun.

Qiao Yun, who was seriously injured, had no time to react. The blade hit the abdomen, the ferocious wound, and the blood flowed out.

And the black wonton can only reluctantly hold back the owner of Hu.

"Big..." Looking at Qiao Yun, who was seriously injured, the black mandarin exclaimed.