Bang bang bang

Crack Crack

Boom boom boom

When Wang Le and Nan Huaiyuan were fighting fiercely, they couldn't help but suffer all the luxury cars around them during the movement. The window glass broke one after another, and the body of the car was even shattered by the two of them, and they were even penetrated into holes, baskets, books, and bass,

At this time, Zhao Quanhui and Zhao Mike and his son also rushed over after hearing the news. Seeing that Wang Le and Nan Huaiyuan had fought for life and death here, they immediately looked at me, and I looked at you, speechless

"Following this situation, the young man has completely gained the upper hand, but logically speaking, Nan Huaiyuan shouldn't have been beaten so miserably. What is the situation? This is?" Zhao Mike asked Zhao Quanhui with surprise and shock.

Seeing that Zhao Quanhui was not much better, he shook his head and asked, "Ask me, who will I ask?"

After pausing, Zhao Quanhui said with a serious expression with a speculation: "There was such a stir not far from Sijiu City this afternoon, and I believe that it is unrelated to Nan Huaiyuan and Wang Le."

Zhao Mike's face changed and he couldn't help but show fear. He watched with his own eyes the movement of this afternoon first with fighter planes flying by in the sky, and then a strange cloud appeared, spreading along Sijiu City to the place where the noise was coming, spreading like a covert place.

Of course, he also heard a deafening scolding that echoed into his heart, making people feel boundless fear.

All these things made Zhao Mike think about it now, but he was still shuddering. Facing the unknown existence, he felt his insignificance, like a thunder in the ocean, and deeply understood a word, that was fear.

When Zhao Mike was a little lost, Zhao Quanhui suddenly shouted to the onlookers nearby: "If you don't want to die, go back quickly."

After saying that, Zhao Quanhui was lazy to take care of everyone and turned around and walked into Tianxiang Pavilion.

Seeing this, Zhao Mike looked at Wang Le and Nan Huaiyuan who were still in the battle. His scalp became numb. Then he glanced at the people watching and said with a sneer: "My father has already reminded you that if you suffer, you will be killed. Don't blame Tianxiang Pavilion."

After pausing, Zhao Mike continued in a deep voice: "You have also seen that the battle in front of you is not the ring match of Tianxiang Pavilion. In the end, the two of them will definitely fight for life and death. Don't just watch the fun, because if you are not affected, you will be taken to the burial of the underworld together."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Mike ran faster than a rabbit, running into Tianxiang Pavilion like a plague-avoiding god.

It is said that the richer one is, the more he cherishes his life. Those present are either rich or noble, and of course the same is true for their own life. There was no reminder from Zhao Quanhui and his son before, so everyone also watched it in front of the fun.

Now the warnings of Zhao Quanhui and Zhao Mike made everyone's faces change drastically, and they ran into Tianxiang Pavilion, fearing that they would avoid it.

Zhao Quanhui and his son, who had already returned to Tianxiang Pavilion, came to the highest level leisurely, and stood in front of the window with their telescopes and looked outside at the life and death battle between Wang Le and Nan Huaiyuan outside.

At the same time, Wang Le and Nan Huaiyuan, who had already reached the point of red-eyed battle, took their own trump card and used them without reservation.

Wang Le once again opened his eyes on breaking the delusion, searching for the flaws in Nan Huaiyuan's moves, and thus finding a good opportunity.

As for what will happen to the body that has been overloaded, Wang Le has no time to take care of it.

Nan Huaiyuan finally found a gap in the continuous attacks and killing of the two, and took out his natal magic weapon Taoist sword, and held it tightly in his hand.

However, it was a delusion to use the sword light at will like when fighting with the four masters of the Hong family during the day, because the innate power in his dantian was almost exhausted and he could not activate the sword style.

In addition, after a fierce battle during the day, Nan Huaiyuan was injured and injured, and his entire body was almost broken. If it weren't for the strong martial arts cultivation, he would have fallen down and never stood up again.

Although Wang Le's long-term opening of the Breaking Demonic Eye made his body exhausted, the innate power of his dantian was still extremely full.

Therefore, as time passed slowly, under Wang Le's fierce and powerful attack, Nan Huaiyuan gradually became at a disadvantage.

Even if he holds the Taoist sword in his hand that made him show his power during the fierce battle during the day, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is about to become a decoration at this moment.

Bang

Taking advantage of Nan Huaiyuan's movements slowing down, Wang Le, who was behind the opponent, smashed his fist with force to the tailbone below him.

Nan Huaiyuan was beaten so hard that he staggered forward and almost fell to the ground.

"Little evil beast, don't force people too much, it will not be good for you."

Nan Huaiyuan calmed down and turned his head to Wang Le who was about to rush up, and said in a deep voice.

Wang Le snorted coldly and replied: "Raising a tiger is a disaster. I never do such a fool with a funny head."

The words had not yet fallen, and Wang Le shot out like a sharp arrow and rushed towards Nan Huaiyuan, without giving the other party the opportunity to try to delay time with words.

Seeing this, Nan Huaiyuan's eyes flashed with disappointment. At the same time, he clasped the Dao Sword in his hand and then faced Wang Le, who was stabbing with one hand and fisting a fierce attack with the other.

"Dangdangdangdangdang"

"Bang bang bang"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The sound of the collision between the Taoist sword and the special military spear, the sound of flesh and bones colliding with the fists and palms, and the sharp sounds of the luxury cars that suffered from the struggle between the two sides all resounded under the night sky and spread far away.

The guests who hid in Tianxiang Pavilion all rushed to the high place to watch the wonderful show of the young man fighting the bull's nose.

But they were soon disappointed because Nan Huaiyuan was resisting Wang Le's overwhelming attack. Finally, at the cost of Wang Le's heavy hand on his chest, he flew back with the help of Wang Le's power and turned around and fled quickly to the darkness in the distance.

Seeing this, Wang Le chased after the rabbits and falcons all the way, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the attic at the highest point of Tianxiang Pavilion, Zhao Quanhui and Zhao Mike and his son put down their telescopes one after another.

The reason for this is that Wang Le and Nan Huaiyuan quickly deviated from the direction, causing the father and son to have their sight blocked by obstacles.

"Dad, do you think that old Taoist Nan Huaiyuan can escape the pursuit of the young man?" Zhao Mike looked at Zhao Quanhui and asked.

Seeing Zhao Quanhui sitting down by the sofa, he sniffed a few times, then he slowly asked: "You know this son-in-law of the Mu family better than me. Have you ever seen or heard of him as a precedent for failure?"

"Uh" Zhao Mike's body stiffened and he was speechless, and he could only shake his head silently to indicate that there was no.
Chapter completed!