Chapter 125 Wang Qi treated Chu Xiong invincible

Xiao Di's soul, who was fighting here, was scattered, and he had no time to figure out how the "cold-blooded" Fei Yu changed his moves. The long iron knife was attached to the soft sword and hanged him to death, hoping to stop the retreat of the soft sword a little. At the same time, Fei Yu pulled back to the long iron knife and waved it back... The nearby tiger gang around him fell down in a miserable hum.

Cangling!

Xiao Di flew back and took more than ten steps away.

At this time, the "horse riding and slashing" trembled at the feet of the fan, and the horse roared away, staring at Xiao Di, who retreating backwards for a moment.

Xiao Di retreated ten more steps, and several tiger gangs held iron bars halfway to stop the fan.

The canopy!

Several people from the Tiger Gang fell down to the sky.

The redness of the eyebrows quickly expanded, and the blood gushed out like a spring. His eyes widened, but there was no more life. The hand holding the iron bar was released, and the iron knife rolled aside, making a faint collision sound with the ground.

"Hmm!"

A cold hum came from the front.

At the end of the long road, Zhuo Li alone.

It's Wang Qi!

For a moment, Xiangfan knew that Diquan was caught and killed by condensation.

The killing is at this moment.

He roared towards the fan horse, and the huge axe in his hand shook hands tightly, and the bandaged arm showed bloody blue veins.

He sneered at the fan and hit him step by step. Suddenly, he roared like a wolf. He rushed forward, and the huge axe drew an arc and hooked under Wang Qi's side. Wang Qi's long sword came out of its sheath and stabbed him in the chest. The sword came first. It was fierce and accurate. Wang Qi roared again and fell to the ground. He saw a big crack in the cotton-padded jacket on his chest, revealing a clump of black hair on his chest. Wang Qi's sword only needs to be handed over two inches, and Mu Yu's fan is a disaster of breaking his chest.

No one is good for the flexibility of horses!

When the Tiger Gang saw Wang Qi's ingenious move, they broke the fan and hit everyone with a "oh" sound, and they were all stunned.

However, Wang Qi's move of discharging the horse was also to escape from death, but this man was extremely agile and had no fear at all. He roared repeatedly and pounced on Wang Qi with people and axes.

Wang Qi stabbed the enemy with two swords and two pieces, blocking the huge axe. I sneered and made my moves faster and faster. I saw the fan swinging the axe, and the two axes made it like a steel cover composed of sword light, covering the body in it. Wang Qi's long sword pierced and touched his huge axe, and his arm was sore. Even if the other party's internal strength was not much stronger than himself, if he was a little careless, the sword would shock him. In this way, he didn't dare to make a big move, and saw that his gap would attack with a fast sword. Yu Zhenfei just exercised his sword, and the two huge axes operated impenetrably without any gaps.

Although Wang Qi's swordsmanship is high, he can't do anything for a while. But in this way, even if Wang Qi is determined to be invincible, even if he can't hurt the other party, Yu Zhenfei has no room to fight back. All the masters saw it. As soon as he had the intention of fighting back to the fan, the sword net would reveal the gap. Under the attack of Wang Qi's fast sword, he had no resistance. This sword is flying, which consumes the most internal force. Each move is to use all its strength, so that the latter move and the previous move can continue to flow, and the front force is continuous with the back force. But no matter how deep the internal force is, it will never be exhausted.

In the net of knives intertwined by the two giant axes, the roar to the fan was endless, high and low, and the roar and strength of the knife cooperated with each other, and the divine power was majestic. Wang Qi tried to break the net several times and go straight in, but he was always blocked by the sharp axe.

Suddenly, the circle of knife strength shrank by half a foot, and it was obvious that the internal force of the fan gradually continued. He roared, raised his axe, brushed and made three quick moves, all of which pointed to the key points of Wang Qi's vest. Wang Qi returned to the sword to block the frame. The wild axe waved out and quickly cut Wang Qi's lower plate.

For a moment, the angry knife helped the disciples squeeze on the back of the king.

With the help of the fans, the road changes rapidly, and there are attacks and defenses. Wang Qikan took off more than 20 moves. He circled his left hand, reversed the hilt of the sword, and stabbed it out. An inch-and-half-long pointed needle protruded from the hilt of the sword and pricked the calf on the right leg of the fan, and blood flowed for a moment. Xiang Fan was shocked, bent his hand and waved his axe, only feeling that his right leg was numb again. He dared not move again. He danced with a huge axe to protect himself. His legs gradually became weak and he couldn't help kneeling down.

It's the same way

Wang Qi snorted coldly, and for a moment, several people fell to the ground and moaned.

Kneeling on one leg, the two axes in his hand were not slow at all, and he cut the sharp thorn. He knew that he had lost, and every move was a desperate way to die with the enemy. In the first battle, he only defended but did not attack, but now he risked his life and became only attacking but not defending.

Wang Qi knew that the opportunity had come, and a sword made it like a storm. Suddenly, I only heard a shout to the fan: "Help me!"

But it was too late. The newly bandaged arm was cut to expose the white bones, and the blood suddenly soared to the sky.

Chu Xiang attacked quickly and stopped halfway. Tow the fan to the disciples on the boat.

Chu Xiang shouted loudly, and the sharp thorn in his hand shot at the rushing Wang Qi like a powerful arrow, breaking through the air. The speed was indeed amazing.

Wang Qi's left hand moved, and a black light rose all over the sky, turning into a wisp of black light and shooting at Chu Xiang.

Chu Xiang retreated quickly, and the sound of Wang Qi's sword was sounding in front of him. At this time, he knew that he was powerful. The heart-piercing thorn came out from different angles, and in an in an insult of an hour, the sword was hit more than ten times.

Wang Qi's spirit appeared and stood in the field, forcing Chu Xiang to turn around in the field and run away all over the field. If he went on like this, he would be tired to death.

The angry knife helped the thieves to be speechless.

On the contrary, this time it's the turn of the Tiger Gang.

The cicada sword lives up to its reputation.

A burst of eagles roared. These two eagles were as big as wild boars, which was a symbol of Chu Xiong's arrival!

The whole audience was silent, waiting for the arrival of the king of the underworld.