Ling Tian'er and Ling Yunzhi said hello, and the three of them waved their palms and attacked Dong Weixiong.

With the addition of Ying Changqing, the situation immediately changed, and the suppressed party was replaced by Dong Weixiong.

Ying Changqing's internal strength is deep, and his palm power is like waves, which is extremely lethal in itself. At the same time, Ying Changqing's extremely fast and fierce offensive has restrained most of Dong Weixiong's attention.

The sword can also exert its inherent strength.

The power of his palms was rumbling, and the sword was shining brightly. Dong Weixiong gritted his teeth and resisted with all his strength, not daring to be distracted for a moment. Even so, Dong Weixiong knew in his heart that he would not be able to resist for too long.[

Seeing that his plan was about to succeed, but he didn't expect that it would fall short in the end, Dong Weixiong was secretly worried. In his busy schedule, he took the time to look over at Han Tong and saw that Han Tong was entangled with seventeen innate masters by himself.

, the fight was loud and colorful. It was impossible for his seventeen men to knock Han Tong down in a short time, and it was even very difficult to escape and come back to help him.

It can be said that the reversal of the entire situation is entirely due to Han Tong. This young man with only the elementary level of innate cultivation turned out to be like Xiaoqiang. Under the siege of seventeen innate masters, he could not be beaten to death. Dong Weixiong really wanted to kill him.

Han Tong was thrown on the operating table and cut open to see what kind of material he was made of, so abnormal.

When he was on Wulong Island, Han Tong stayed with strong monks like Qin Dong and Liuli Fairy every day, and he could only feel his weakness. However, today's battle made him realize that he was not weak.

, and it is also very powerful. The more you fight, the more confident you become, and the more you fight, the more excited you become, and the situation of the seventeen masters becomes more and more difficult.

"Dong Weixiong, today is the day you die!" Ying Changqing hated Dong Weixiong so much that he roared and released 100% of his internal energy to attack Dong Weixiong wildly.

Dong Weixiong did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly stepped back to block. Ling Tianer and Ling Yunzhi were not idlers. When Ying Changqing moved, the two of them also gathered their momentum, splitting from the left and right sides, and transformed into a mountain-like sword light.

, stabbed straight towards Dong Weixiong.

Dong Weixiong cursed wildly in his heart, not daring to stop at all, and retreated backwards.

Dong Weixiong's reaction couldn't be said to be unpleasant, but no matter how quick it was, it couldn't match the tacit cooperation and deliberate calculations of Ying Changqing and the other three. There was a sharp pain in the left waist and eye, and a blood splash suddenly spattered everywhere.

Ling Tian'er, who succeeded in one move, showed no mercy and took advantage of the situation to pursue him. With three sword strikes in succession, he rolled up three swift and fierce sword gangs that were linked to each other and relied on each other, and rolled towards Dong Weixiong.

At the critical moment of life and death, Dong Weixiong shouted loudly, and stamped his feet on the ground like a heavy hammer. In an instant, the marble floor shattered, and countless marble fragments were swept up by Dong Weixiong's strength.

, smashed towards Ling Tian'er's sword, and at the same time gathered a force of palm power to face Ying Changqing head-on.

Ling Tian'er's sword was blocked by marble fragments, while Ying Changqing's palm force collided with Dong Weixiong. Dong Weixiong, who had gathered his strength to meet the enemy in a hurry, still fought equally with Ying Changqing. The two of them were evenly matched.

Almost simultaneously, they stumbled back.

But before Dong Weixiong could stand still, he heard a clear whistle from Ling Yunzhi, and the sword energy that had been building up for a long time rolled in and was approaching him in an instant.

He had just exchanged a blow with Ying Changqing, and at this moment, the aura in Dong Weixiong's body was in chaos. The sword wound on the left waist was not shallow, and severe pain came from time to time. Faced with Ling Tian'er's precise sword,

Dong Weixiong felt a little unable to cope. In desperation, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and retreat.

He avoided Ling Yunzhi's sword energy, but did not avoid Ling Tian'er's second blow. With a few swishing sounds like flesh crunching, Dong Weixiong had three more wounds on his body.

Ignoring the pain, Dong Weixiong hurriedly flew to the wall, stood with his back to the wall, and got rid of the dilemma of being surrounded by three people.

The blood has dyed Dong Weixiong's robe red, making Dong Weixiong's face look very ugly. He realized in his heart that not only would his plan not succeed today, he might even lose his life here.

"Holy Lord!" Just when Dong Weixiong was anxious, he exclaimed, making him overjoyed.

Looking back, I saw that reinforcements had indeed arrived. Eight innate masters flew over.

Dong Weixiong let out a long breath, feeling glad that his life was saved. He looked at Ying Changqing with a gloomy sneer and said, "Ying Changqing, it seems that it's not that my death has come, but that you can't escape this fate!"

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Ying Changqing's face suddenly turned solemn. He sighed in his heart that he was just a little short of killing Dong Weixiong, but now...[

"I'll take as much as you come! Tian'er, just kill that old guy, I'll take care of the rest!" Han Tong's roar came with the wind.

Everyone looked back, only to see Han Tong riding on the air waves, flying straight towards this side. The seventeen masters entangled by Han Tong were tortured so much that they wished Han Tong could leave, but no one was there.

Then they gave chase. Judging from their expressions, they probably didn't want to fight Han Tong anymore.

There is no way, Han Tong's torture is not physical, but mental. He clearly knows that the other person's cultivation level is not as good as his own, but he has tried his best and can't do anything to him.

It's like being "forced" to raise a bow and "shoot" into the sky, and it's endless, and anyone will go crazy.

Dong Weixiong knew Han Tong's perversion. When he saw Han Tong coming, he was afraid that Han Tong would circle away all his helpers again. In panic, he shouted with a trembling voice, "Quick! Kick him back!"

The eight innate masters who came later didn't know what happened, but when they saw Dong Weixiong's face so ugly, they knew that Han Tong was difficult to deal with. The eight people hurriedly gathered their palm power and struck out in unison.

The huge tsunami-like air wave formed rolled straight towards Han Tong.

Although this air wave could not hurt Han Tong, it could knock Han Tong away. Han Tong tried several times in succession, but was knocked back by eight people working together.

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Dong Weixiong breathed a sigh of relief. If he was really attacked by Han Tong, he would be in big trouble. Although Dong Weixiong was unwilling to admit it, in his heart, he was indeed a little afraid of Han Tong.

Dong Weixiong was relieved, but the eight innate masters who came later were shocked from ear to ear. The eight of them joined forces to attack, which was enough to break the monument into pieces, but it didn't even hurt Han Tong's hair.

How could such an astonishing cultivation not surprise them?

Ying Changqing frowned when he saw that Han Tong had tried several times without success, knowing that it was no longer a wise move to stay. Dong Weixiong has fifty or sixty innate masters under his command, and Dong Weixiong's help will only become more and more important.
Chapter completed!