"Damn it." Zhao Haiyu cursed angrily in his heart, and had no choice but to turn around again, ran to Zhao Jianping, grabbed him, and flew away into the distance.
However, at this time, the attacking energy dragon had already arrived in front of them, and they could not allow them to retreat any further.
In desperation, Zhao Haiyu pounced forward and pressed Zhao Jianping on him.
"boom……"
The dragon struck hard beside him, the ground trembled, stone chips and soil flew, the ground cracked, and the two of them were directly buried alive by stone chips and soil.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful impact swept across his back like a storm, everything on his body was thrown away, and a burning pain came from his back.
"Ah..." Two shrill screams came from behind. Zhao Haiyu was so anxious and angry that he didn't care about the two people behind him. He stood up, grabbed Zhao Jianping, who was already shaking with fear, and flew out.
"The dragon fights in the wild."
As soon as his figure flashed, Long Feitian flew out and blasted a divine dragon towards Zhao Haiyu and the two who were shooting away from a distance.
"Damn bastard." Zhao Haiyu was so angry that he had never been bullied like this before, let alone a boy like Long Feitian.
"Master, run quickly." Zhao Haiyu threw Zhao Jianping in his hand forward, turned around suddenly, pulled out the sharp sword from his waist, and slashed at the dragon that was shooting towards him.
.
"Fire Cloud Slash."
The majestic fighting spirit surged out, causing the red light on De's sharp sword to surge. A flaming red cloud shot out with a swing of his hand, and met the divine dragon in an instant.
"boom……"
A shocking roar sounded, and a huge sinkhole appeared on the ground. Countless stone chips and dust flew into the sky. The violent energy from the roar was like a storm, destroying everything around it.
The terrifying power produced by the two explosions forced Zhao Haiyu, the Eight-Star Martial King, to fly backwards.
The violent energy dissipated quickly, and Zhao Haiyu saw a figure rushing to the side. Looking in the direction of the figure, he saw that the other two four-star martial arts kings of the Zhao family fell there, seriously injured, vomiting blood and wailing.
Continuously.
"Damn it." His face darkened. Zhao Haiyu still didn't know what Long Feitian had in mind. He fled, dragged out a long afterimage, and chased after Long Feitian.
"Haha, you're chasing me now, it's too late." He turned around and glanced at Zhao Haiyu behind him. Long Feitian laughed, and rushed to a Zhao Jiawu King. Under Zhao Haiyu's murderous eyes, he struck him with a palm.
King Wu.
"I'll fight you." With a sharp shout, King Zhao Wu, knowing that he could not escape, grabbed the sharp sword next to him and stabbed Long Feitian. Unfortunately, his speed was more than a star and a half slower than Long Feitian.
, when the wind from Long Feitian's palm hit his head, he had just raised his sword.
"There is another one, you have to hurry up, otherwise there will be no hope." Long Feitian smiled, and his figure rushed towards the other King of Martial Arts like lightning.
Looking at the flying blood and minced meat, Zhao Haiyu's eyes were about to burst, he shouted sharply, and slashed at Long Feitian with his sharp sword.
"Go to hell."
The shadow of the sword was like a rainbow, and it flew towards Long Feitian's back. Although Long Feitian was very fast, he was not as fast as Jian Mang.
"Break it." Just when Jian Mang was about to hit Long Feitian's back, Long Feitian suddenly turned around, pointed his palms at Jian Mang, and struck out continuously.
The wind from his palm was like a cannonball, hitting Long Feitian's hands several times in a row, all of them bombarding towards the Jianmang.
Cloud-Pailing Palm is the only fighting technique that Long Feitian learned from the Long family. Its level is low and its power is very limited. However, it also has an advantage, that is, it does not require much fighting spirit and can be used very quickly.
"Boom boom boom..."
The roar continued. Although the power of the palm wind was far inferior to that of Jian Mang, every blow would always reduce Jian Mang's power by a few points. After a few rounds, the sharp Jian Mang could not resist it and turned into nothingness.
Return to heaven and earth.
"You're too late." Long Feitian laughed, and his figure had already rushed to the side of the Zhao Family Wu King. He clenched his fists and was about to hit the Zhao Family Wu King.
"Damn bastard, go to hell." Zhao Haiyu's eyes were red and he gathered fighting spirit again.
"Fire Cloud Slash."
With a sharp shout, the sword was like a cloud of fire, carrying terrifying power, and struck at Long Feitian's back.
A sneer flashed across Long Feitian's face, who was about to hit King Zhao Wu with his fist. His fist suddenly retracted, and his figure turned into a phantom, and was three meters away in an instant.
"No……"
As soon as Long Feitian stood firm, King Zhao Wu's shrill scream could be heard from where he had just stood.
"boom……"
The ground trembled, a roar shook the sky, and the voice of King Wu of the Zhao family stopped abruptly.
Long Feitian took a look and saw that the place where King Zhao Wu was located had turned into a sinkhole. Not to mention King Zhao Wu, even his body was not left behind.
"You can't blame me, you killed him." Long Feitian shrugged at Zhao Haiyu with an innocent look on his face.
Being teased repeatedly by Long Feitian, Zhao Haiyu went completely crazy. His eyes instantly turned blood red, and even the black eyes inside disappeared. His hair stood on end, and his whole body was full of rage.
"Little beast, I'm going to kill you." Zhao Haiyu shouted violently, brandishing a sharp sword and rushed towards Long Feitian. Long Feitian was not stupid either. He knew that he was not his opponent yet, so he did not fight with him at all.
The figure flashed and ran away to the side.
In his madness, Zhao Haiyu didn't notice at all that the direction Long Feitian was flying towards was exactly the direction of Zhao Jianping. Instead, he roared and chased Long Feitian.
A moment later, Long Feitian rushed in front of Zhao Jianping, turned to Zhao Haiyu behind him and laughed, saying: "You are a step too slow." As he spoke, he raised his fist and hit Zhao Jianping.
Looking at Zhao Jianping in front of Long Feitian's fist, the crazy Zhao Haiyu felt as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head. His whole body trembled and his face suddenly turned pale.
"don't want."
Unfortunately, Long Feitian didn't pay attention to him at all, and his fist continued to blast downwards with the force of destroying the heaven and the earth.
Feeling the approach of death, Zhao Jianping, who was in a daze, trembled all over. He didn't know if his potential was stimulated at the critical moment, but he pulled out the sharp sword from his waist at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
"Go to hell."
With a low cry, the sharp sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, piercing the space and stabbing Long Feitian's punch.
"Not good." Long Feitian's face changed. He didn't have any gloves at this time. The gloves he got before were corroded by venom during the battle with Red Snake. Long Feitian didn't dare to do it with bare hands.
catch.
His arms retracted and his body jumped. Long Feitian staggered a few steps on the ground, then stopped.