This is a set of combined attack methods that Li Cangxing and Qian Guanglai had developed during the past six months of daily competition. He named it Yipao and Two San, which means that Qian Guanglai's rotating stick technique suppressed the front, while Li Cangxing's left hand swept the sky in the sky, and the purple lightning sword technique in his right hand, and the eight swords in a chain were stabbed out from the internal strength of the wall. Both of them are first-class masters at present, so they use all their strength to almost no one can stop them. If they meet an expert, they can also alternately cover and spread out quickly.

The red-armored womb saw a huge flesh wall in front of him. A pair of spinning sticks made the wind roar. When he was about to deal with it, he suddenly found another sharp purple light appeared in the sky, mixed with a wall-like palm wind rushing towards him. He was shocked. He had never met such a master in the Central Plains before, so he quickly attacked Qian Guanglai with a long sword, and quickly pulled out the short sword in his left hand and rotated rapidly in his hand.

Only the sound of jingling was heard endlessly. Li Cangxing's eight-pointed stabs were blocked by his short sword. The palm wind swayed slightly and hit his helmet. The mask with the red-armored wool head fell to the ground together with his helmet. In his scattered hair, two fierce eyes stared at Qian Guanglai and Li Cangxing in front of him.

It was a terrifying face, a beard full of steel needles, and a fierce face. In the firelight, a deep scar on his left cheek twisted and twisted. There was blood on the corner of his mouth. Obviously, although the palm just now only knocked off his helmet mask, the wind swept over him, which also caused him to be injured.

Li Cangxing and Qian Guanglai looked at each other, and without saying a word, they moved their bodies and continued to attack, one left and one right, one up and one up.

Qian Guanglai's round body rolled around the ground like a ball, which seemed clumsy, but in fact it was the best martial arts of the Beggars' Gang who had fallen into the clothes and specialized in the lower lane. Li Cangxing had his left palm and his right sword, and his ten slaps of the dragon slap, with the sound of tiger roar and dragon roars endlessly. The little purple light that penetrated in the palm wind was summoned by the god of death, attacking the enemy's upper lane again and again.

The sword technique of the red-armored Japanese head is full of energy. The reason why he can kill more than ten good players in a row is that his killer moves are coherent. He was done in one go, and his aura was taken away by others. His attack and defense were easy. His sword technique and defense ability were not too strong, and he was far from the invincible aura of invincibility when attacking. He was in a hurry and retreated continuously. Within thirty moves, he hit Qian Guanglai's stick on his leg, and his body suddenly slowed down.

He fought for more than twenty moves. He heard a scream. It turned out that it was the scarred Japanese pirate who fought against Tan Lun and Shen Rong. Finally, he could not support the two of them in cooperation with tacit attack. He was first cut on the calf by Tan Lun. His hands were slowed down and he was quickly bullied by Shen Rong. The fast knife was like the wind, and the Wanli Yellow Sand Sword Technique instantly cut dozens of holes on his body, and blood sprayed out from each knife like a fountain.

The scarred face was covered in blood and looked like a disgusting ghost. It was particularly scary in the dark fire. He threw the long sword in his right hand, and the short sword in his left hand spun out an arc and headed straight for Shen Rong's heart. He was no longer ready to live. He used a fierce fighting method of dying together. Shen Rong was too close to him, and the knife was inserted into him and couldn't pull it out. He saw that the short sword with a cold light was about to stab him.

With a puff, Tan Lun swung his big sword, and the scarred pirate's left arm was broken with the elbow. The broken arm flew out several feet away, and the short knife in his hand was nailed into a tree.

Scarface let out a howl like a wolf howls and a ghost crying, and bit Shenlian's shoulder fiercely. Even through the armor that protected her body, Shenlian felt a bone-like pain. He almost fell to the ground with his right knife, gritted his teeth, punched Scarface's soft ribs with his left fist, and stabbed his right knife into his lower abdomen until he had no handle.

Tan Lun rushed over and kicked the scarred side of the scarred face, kicking him up, rolling on the ground twice and finally stopped moving. Li Cangxing happened to look at it in the sound. Under the flames, an ugly face full of scars still had a hideous face and could not die with his eyes closed.

The red-armored Japanese roared wildly when they saw Scarface, and his sword energy suddenly increased a lot. Li Cangxing and Qian Guanglai were forced to retreat continuously for a while.

Tan Lun and Shen Lian also noticed that the red-armored Japanese general was the leader of the Japanese pirates. After killing Scarface, they rushed towards here. A few feet away, Tan Lun slashed the fierce sword energy in the air. The sharp sword energy collided with the sword energy of the Japanese leader, causing the dead leaves on the ground to fly.

The red-armored womb spitted blood in his first mouth. His attack just now relied on a temporary blood rush. The last sword was at the end of his strength. It seemed to be incredible, but in fact it was already a strong man on the outside and the middle. Now two other masters joined, and they were even more irresistible.

Li Cangxing and Qian Guanglai had long seen that his attack was a dying attack, so he kept avoiding his edge and retreating a little. At this moment, seeing that his power had declined, he had no hesitation. The two of them all fought the regret of the Tyrannosaurus. Two fierce palm winds led the mud and dead leaves on the ground to attack the red-armored womb head. At this time, he was already leaning against the big tree and stationed with his sword, and it seemed that there was no way out to retreat.

A sharp sword light suddenly illuminated the entire dim forest, and even the torches in the hands of the guards were shaken by the sharp sword energy. Li Cangxing suddenly felt a strong sword energy coming to his face, still on the last counterattack of the red-armored Japanese head just now. When he turned his head, he saw a sword energy with white light rolling up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground, and coming with the sound of wind and thunder.

Li Cangxing had never seen such a domineering sword technique. In his impression, only when he and Mu Lanxiang used the last whirlwind laser sword of the Liangyi sword technique, would there be such a momentum that would destroy everything, collapse and crack the earth wherever he passed.

Without having time to resist, and even more unable to take into account the red-armored Japanese head in front of him, Li Cangxing quickly used the Tiyunzong and flew backwards. His speed was already extremely fast, but half of the sleeve of his left hand was still swept by the knife's aura and was cut off in an instant, and the left wrist was also painful.

After Li Cangxing fell to a safe place, he saw the Japanese pirate swordsman who had just held his sword and stood more than twenty steps away from him. The sword had returned to the sheath, while he stared at the purple lightning sword in his hand motionlessly, with a divine light appearing in his eyes.

Li Cangxing looked at the place where he was standing just now. Qian Guanglai and he retreated almost at the same time. The knife just now was mainly for him. Qian Guanglai was far less pressure than he was.

But just now, Qian Guanglai instinctively blocked it. The spiral stick made of stainless steel and wrapped in pure gold was directly cut into two pieces by the sharp sword energy, and it did not block the sword force. Fortunately, he fell down urgently and rolled on the ground. Only then did he escape the disaster. When he stood up, he was already covered in dust and embarrassed, and even his mask fell to the ground.

The red-armored Japanese general took this opportunity to hold the knife tightly and wanted to attack Li Cangxing and Qian Guanglai, but the sword energy passed directly between him and the two of them, blocking his attack route for a while. When the dust settled, Qian Guanglai and Li Cangxing had already set off their defensive poses again.

The red-armored Japanese head could only grit his teeth and retreat to the Japanese pirate swordsman with a knife. He said a few words in his mouth, as if he was complaining that the swordsman had stopped his counterattack, but the swordsman did not say a word. It seemed that he was just staring at the purple lightning sword in Li Cangxing's hand, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

The movement of this knife was too great. The two sides who fought fiercely in the forest also stopped their hands, and each was on guard. They retreated to their own side. Only more than 20 Japanese pirates were left, and they were injured. The masters recruited by Jinyiwei and Tan Lun had more than 200 people, and they surrounded these Japanese pirates in one go.

Tan Lun glanced at Qian Guanglai, whose mask was falling off, and sneered: "It turns out that you are a fat man. You have long suspected that you have the skills to do it."

Qian Guanglai's face turned slightly red, and he immediately smiled again, and his eyes narrowed into two slits: "Mr. Tan, Qian has been weak and sick since childhood. He met an old beggar and taught Qian these sets of self-defense skills to cure diseases and improve health, so..."
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