A remnant cloud covered the sun, and everything was suddenly shrouded in gray darkness, and the sky was as bright red as stained with rouge!

Fu Yaxuan's slender hands and ten crystal-clear nails clawed at Ryu Mitian, "Chi!" The ten crystal-clear nails touched the sides of Ryu Mitian's clothes as soon as Fang Yi touched them, even though he felt a sudden

There was a strange pain that pierced the skin and cut into the muscles. Two cuts were made on both sides of the long clothes, as if they were facing the edge of a sword. Blood suddenly burst out, dyeing the yellow clothes red.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but exclaimed!

Fu Yaxuan's move is exactly one of the most exquisite eight claws of the strange dragon in the "Kende Magic Skill", and its power is astonishing.

"What a martial arts! I never thought Princess Yi was a real person without showing her face." Long Jian saw the man exerting force on his lower body, and his energy flowed through his dantian. Although the strong pressure made his knees tremble, he endured it firmly.

"Everyone, each other!" Fu Yaxuan clasped his fists.

But at this moment, the ferocious face of Long Jiantian suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. A pair of thin hands, like bird's claws, grabbed Fu Yaxuan's shoulders.

As she entered, Fu Yaxuan immediately felt Ling Ren's two sharp forces attacking her body. Her own protective power was overwhelming at first, as if she was being stabbed hard by a pair of steel drills.

It is about to break through!

Fu Yaxuan couldn't help but be surprised when the thought touched her.

It should be noted that the more masters fight each other, the shorter the time. At this moment, Long Mitian probably already knows Fu Yaxuan's numbers and methods, and is about to launch a fierce attack.

"careful!"

Everyone can see that Long Jiantian's next move must be extremely sharp. How dare he be careless in the slightest!

"Okay!" Fu Yaxuan snorted angrily, raised his arms suddenly, and broke away from Long Mitian's grasp, feeling a headache and heartache.

Long Mitian quickly extended his palms, and at this moment, Cui Moyao flew forward, and coincidentally met Long Mitian's palms.

"Don't fight with him!" Long Shengnan shouted in panic.

But it was too late. Cui Moyao's lower body was unstable, and his feet slid backwards as if they were greased. The ground was filled with smoke and dust like quicksand, leaving two deep skid marks.

Han Gao rushed forward quickly and pressed his palms on Cui Moyao's back. The strength and momentum of these two masters can be imagined.

Unexpectedly, after the two of them gathered their strength, Long Jiantian not only did not fall, he did not even retreat.

"Add me!" Lu Qiuhong also rushed forward and put her hand on Han Gao's back.

"Count me in." Fu Yaxuan also joined the team fighting against Long Mitian.

"Count us two!" Long Shengnan also rushed over and hit Fu Yaxuan in the back with both palms. Xia Zhilin rushed over and hit Long Shengnan in the back with both palms.

They gathered the strength of six masters, and their strength became stronger and stronger. Beads of sweat rolled down their heads, and they exhausted all their strength.

Long Jiantian's body was trembling, but his feet were as steady as a mountain, as if they were nailed to the ground, and there was sweat on his forehead.

"He won't last long." A smile appeared on Lu Qiuhong's face.

Fu Yaxuan didn't think so. Long Jiantian's internal strength was beyond their imagination. She wanted to see how high his internal strength could be.

"I didn't expect you to secretly practice evil skills like the 'Magic Palm'!" Long Shengnan finally saw Long Mitian's martial arts methods, and he was even more horrified.

"Magic Divine Palm" is a long-lost evil martial arts in the martial arts world. It was created by the great devil Dongfang Iron Fist. Although the yin and yang of this martial arts are harmonious, it can only be practiced by using the blood of seven or seventy-nine virgins. It also uses the essence of heaven and earth.

Divine power, this kind of palm is infinitely powerful, capable of splitting mountains and rocks, and is invincible.

Anyone who has heard of the "Magic Palm" has been surprised and shocked.

"A robber actually talked to me about good and evil? Skill is good, incompetence is evil. From ancient times, success is always the winner and loser!"

Long Jiantian suddenly groaned and concentrated all his strength into his palms. Cui Moyao, Fu Yaxuan and others felt a powerful force rushing over. They were all rushed out by this force and fell to the ground one by one.

, completely exhausted and unable to stand up again.

Long Mitian looked at them condescendingly like a winner, and smiled coldly: "Now, you should know who is the king, right?"

Cui Moyao groaned, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, spreading all over the floor. He had already suffered internal injuries, and the intense fire attacking his heart caused him to rapidly suffer from heart failure.

"Mo, how are you?" Fu Yaxuan hugged him tightly.

Long Mitian walked toward them step by step. Fu Yaxuan and the others huddled together. Long Shengnan gritted his teeth and said, "Long Mitian, what do you want?"

"You all want me dead, so of course I can't let you go. As a king, you must not have the kindness of a woman. To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself."

Fu Yaxuan snorted in his heart. Now he can say whatever he wants, because everyone's life hangs in his hands.

After several lives and deaths, this time, it seems that there is really no escape.

"Death in my hands, you are finally not unjust..."

When Long saw that Tian was feeling proud, Long Shengnan suddenly threw a red smoke bomb, and a burst of thick red mist dispersed. Everyone took advantage of the chaos and fled.

"Let's go quickly." In the thick fog, Fu Yaxuan held Cui Moyao's hand.

"Let me go." Cui Moyao tried his best to break away from her hand and push her out.

In this battle, everyone exhausted their energy, and Cui Moyao suffered serious internal injuries. He had no strength to escape at all, but he hoped that Fu Yaxuan could escape.

But Fu Yaxuan stubbornly wanted to advance and retreat with him. Whether she pulled him, carried him, or hugged him, she must walk with him. She would never abandon him and walk away.

The thick fog gradually dispersed, and Fu Yaxuan could be vaguely seen holding Cui Moyao with difficulty. Both of them were exhausted.

"Go away, leave me alone." Cui Moyao looked sad, but he couldn't use his full strength.

The sun shone down, and a sword light reflected on their faces. Long Jiantian's cold voice slowly sounded: "You are truly a husband and wife. In this case, no one can leave."

Well, at this moment, Fu Yaxuan really accepted her fate. She held her head high and said loudly: "Long Jiantian, don't talk so much. If you want to kill me, come on!"

Ryumitian smiled sinisterly, looking down slightly at the sharp sword in his hand, and tested the sharpness on the blade with his thumb. This sharp sword can cut off a person's head with just one blow.
Chapter completed!