The blood stream gathered at the blade of the gun and fell to the ground. The murderous aura filled the dark night, and the rapid heartbeat was clearly heard.

Fu Jingtao shook his wrist and pulled out the bleeding gun blade, turned around and swept it. The spear flew, and the drops of blood beads flew like raindrops, and the ruthless gun intention swept across the opponent. So what if he attacked the crowd with a small number? He insisted on taking the initiative to launch it.

Attack, use fast to control slowness and set the victory in one fell swoop.

With the gun in hand, the blood boiled, the figure of the rock eagle fighting against the sky and the earth appeared in my mind - move forward bravely, fearless, even if the Heavenly King is blocking the way, he will stab the horse!

The spear was bleeding, and it quickly cut through the air, sweeping away with a fierce momentum that was so powerful that it was stolen.

The two men hesitated a little, the cold light was dazzling, and the skin became cold in the vital part of the throat. They knew that they could not retreat at this time, so they bit their tongue and shouted: "Kill!" The sword light in their hands suddenly exploded, one left and one right slashed

When you spear at the enemy, you will have the momentum to cut off mountains and rivers.

Seeing the sword light falling, the spear rolled over in the air like a dragon. The sharp sweep suddenly turned into a thorn. The spear light sucked and spitted, and dingding ding ding stomped the side of the blade.

Boom! The two swords slashed the ground uncontrollably, splashing countless gravels.

The spearhead shook, and the cold light flashed again. The two men's arms each exploded a blood hole deep in the bones. The steel knife fell to the ground with a clang, shouting and retreating.

If you don’t retreat, you will die!

Fu Jingtao's spear was combined with one foot and kept walking. The blade of the gun flew like lightning, stabbing the Taoist priest who used the sword.

There is no greeting, no pass, and the point of the gun is a sure win or defeat!

The fighting spirit of a lion rushed over, and the Taoist pupils shrank slightly, and a hint of timidity appeared in his heart. The devil was so brave that he raised his hand to kill one person and injured two people. His martial arts were so high that he could not reach. If he didn't fight desperately, he would have no chance of winning.

, But if you fight desperately, you may die!

Even if an ant cherishes his life, he doesn't want to die in vain.

Brush! Bright! Bright! Bright flowers bloom in the air, forming many barriers, sealing the route of spear sprinting, with sword energy crisscrossing and rigorous. This is an extremely clever Taoist sword technique, which is in line with the key points of the formation of the Liangyi Bagua

, defend the ranks of the army, not seeking nothing but seeking nothing wrong. The only purpose is to delay time and wait until reinforcements appear.

Fu Jingtao is proficient in the art of yin and yang attack, and is good at the sword technique of spring wind and rain. How could he not see the opponent's weakness? The hidden power is hidden, and the spear continues to accelerate again and again. The gun blade rotates, and the spear light becomes stronger and stronger, just like a bright moon coming from

Born in nothingness.

He had no intention of stalemate with the other party. The huge capital city hides dragons and crouching tigers are the base camp of the Imperial City and the Shadow Dragon Guard. Who knows how many powerful people are hidden? He has not yet become so arrogant that he swept Kaifeng alone, and when it is time to restrain himself,

Need to converge.

When! The gun blade pierced hard, and the sword shadows were broken in one fell swoop.

The energy collided, the sword twisted and jumped, and with a sob, he flew out of his hand and flew into the night sky, not knowing where he fell. The Taoist priest's right hand torn the mouth, staggered and sat down with two steps, his face was full of horror - he had been practicing sword skills for twenty years,

Can't stop the opponent from stabbing with a fury?

Ao Bing jumped onto the roof in a panic, and saw Fu Jingtao defeating his companion like a bamboo shoot. His heart trembled and said in a lost voice: "Is this guy the devil king?"

Before he finished speaking, Fu Jingtao felt a sense of hope. He raised his arm and flew into the sky, and his power was like a thunderbolt. His cold murderous intent made him stand upside down.

Ao Bing leaned back and quickly sealed the long spear of the flying spear with his two forks. With a loud tremor, Mars splattered everywhere. He spurted blood out of his mouth, and a back-planted onion fell into the big hole on the roof again.

It's a long story, but in fact, this battle is extremely short, just a few breaths, like a rabbit rising and falling. This is not the first time Fu Jingtao has dealt with this kind of situation. He attacked him unexpectedly, and the key is to prevent the opponent from forming a joint attack.

Then he fought quickly. During the confrontation, he deliberately suppressed his murderous intent to avoid being too deeply entangled.

The fierce battle sounded spread late at night, and I don’t know how many forces it had alarmed. But when the shouts came, the figures flashed, and countless masters rushed from afar.

Fu Jingtao was secretly shocked. If he was beaten by the masters, he would probably not even have a bit of bones left? He looked at the direction and rushed into an alley.

Suddenly, a strong wind broke out in front of him, and a middle-aged man fell from the sky.

The visitor's eyes were like torches, his figure was well-proportioned, his hair was smooth and flowing, and he was tied with a dark golden belt three fingers wide on his waist, and a diamond-shaped white mutton fat jade. He stood there like a mountain rock, emitting a powerful feeling.

Confidence and majesty. He carried his hands on his back, his cold eyes turned to Fu Jingtao, and his expression moved slightly: "Hey, are you Xiao Nu? Stop!"

The visitor must be an enemy, not a friend, how could Fu Jingtao be bothered to answer? He ran harder as if a man of uncontrollable bull rushed over.

The man frowned and shouted, "Xiao Nu, the capital is not a place where you can go wild!"

Fu Jingtao turned a deaf ear and ran faster and faster.

"Random!" The sound of giorgio made the nearby tiles loose. The man rolled his sleeves, spread his white palms, and his palms whirled in a strong wind, and he took a quick and freehand slapped forward.

His hands were very white, his fingers were slender and slender, and there was almost no trace of hard practice. His movements were not fast, and his moves were not too mysterious and fierce, but his palm shadow moved, and the space several feet in a radius collapsed inward.

The terrifying tide of energy surged in the direction of his palm. The edge of the airflow scraped across the walls and ground on both sides of the alley, like countless sharp steel needles passing by, rolling up countless ripples of sand and stone chips

.In the blink of an eye, a giant dragon gathering dust appeared out of thin air, roaring with its teeth and claws, expanding, eager to tear the ungrateful devil to pieces.

He was really angry.

In this acre of three-point land in the capital, there is still someone who dares not give him face? Not to mention that this man was born in the Demon Sect and was suspected of killing Yun Zhongyan. From any perspective, he would be jealous of death. The capital is now infiltrated.

There are many heroes in the world who need to kill one to warn hundreds of them.

Boom! The violent salon hit Fu Jingtao head-on and swallowed him clean in an instant.

The man's expression relaxed and then tensed immediately. The divine light in his eyes stabbed out like a sharp sword, as if he was about to pierce the surging dust and sand, and see the scene inside clearly.

The next moment, the dust drifted away, and the wild and unruly figure rushed straight ahead.

The bloody eyes are as terrifying as a demon, and the iron fist is strong and powerful, and the armor can be broken!

When the fist comes out, the strong wind is like a cone, and all the spiritual energy within ten feet is sucked in, turning into invisible thick armor covering the fist and the surface of the arm, vaguely emitting yellow light.

Compared to the Salon, which was just now, this punch is thick and solid, with a majestic and grand momentum, and contains an indescribable majesty and mystery, which makes people feel shocked. Every inch of the fist moves forward, the strength increases one point, and the pressure in front of the fist

It keeps soaring, and it seems that there is no limit!
Chapter completed!