"boom!"

As a wave of air exploded, the right hand suddenly shook and ache. Xiaonan unconsciously took two steps back, and his clothes made a sound of "hunting!" and suddenly danced backwards.

"Haha...it's just that!" Feeling that he had the upper hand with one punch, Teng Yunzi sneered proudly: "Okay, come on... take me another punch!"

Teng Yunzi beat his feet, his punch with a strange rhythm and a gradual and powerful force, and he smashed towards Xiaonan like lightning: "Balong Fist!"

Seeing the punch hit, it felt like a dragon soaring into the sky and then leaning over to rush in. Xiaonan's face finally changed slightly. He closed his hands with his weak hands, then put his wrists on, turned his hands and turned into a rotating lotus before the punch.

This time, there was no sound of air waves bursting, but there were bursts of "whistling" sounds; there seemed to be a whirlpool in the palm of Xiaonan's palm, blocking Teng Yunzi's punch tightly.

Although it blocked it, under this punch, Xiaonan couldn't stop slid backwards, retreating about a ft. He was quite embarrassed, and blocked this "Balong Fist".

Seeing his move of the Balong Fist that was invincible, it was blocked by Fun Xiaonan, a flash of surprise flashed in Teng Yunzi's eyes.

But the shock only flashed by, and even a mocking voice sneered: "It's true that it's just such a guy!"

The other person who was watching the movement here nervously, listening to the words coming from the speakers, all of them were full of anger; the older ones next to him sighed and whispered: "Imitation Xiaonan is just a Vajra Realm, and it is already quite powerful to be blocked."

After hearing this, everyone in the car was silent.

Xiaonan quietly looked at Teng Yunzi with a proud and sarcastic look in front of him, and without saying much, he suddenly swept towards Teng Yunzi's head.

"Ha!" Seeing this kick coming, Teng Yunzi snorted disdainfully, raised his right elbow, and blocked Fun Xiaonan's kick with a "bang". At the same time, he tightened his left hand and wanted to punch Fun Xiaonan.

But before he could swing his fist, he felt a fierce wind coming from his chin; Teng Yunzi's face changed, and he leaned back to avoid Xiaonan's lightning-fast knee hit; at the same time, a giant dragon turned over and was about to dodge to the side.

But at this moment, it was too late. He had just failed to make the knee hit, but he forgot that Xiaonan had not moved his hands.

Poor Teng Yunzi, just turned half of his body, and his punch hit him directly on his right cheek like lightning.

Teng Yunzi then snorted in pain, and two teeth in his mouth were spurted out; he was punched again on his left face.

The left and right punched each other, and my brain was shaking for a moment. I fainted in an instant. Before I could react, I was thrown over my shoulder by Fun Xiaonan and slapped it directly on the ground with a "splash".

"This...this..." The three people next to him were stunned. Teng Yunzi was at least the top two or three among the four. Why was he fucked by Fu Xiaonan in an instant?

"Haha... Such a person dares to come to my world to cultivate!"

The refreshing imitation Xiaonan, who used a secret technique "Lianyundao" just now, reached out and lifted it up, lifted Teng Yunzi's neck, which was still dizzy, and said with a cold smile, and then fell over his shoulder again.

Seeing Teng Yunzi being slapped on the ground like a dead fish again, Hong Xunyin, who was about ten meters away, finally reacted and shouted angrily: "Rareless!"

She had a good relationship with Teng Yunzi, and Fengxing Sect and Gu Kunlun were in the same spirit. At this time, Teng Yunzi was beaten like this, and she didn't care that the boy opposite was good-looking. She saw her right hand slightly bent into claws, and a light of inspiration flashed between her palms and fingers, and the void slashed down at Xiaonan with one claw.

Xiaonan's scalp tightened slightly, and he felt that several Li Feng had reached his back behind him, and found that he could not avoid the attack; he snorted coldly and flipped his hand, and Teng Yunzi was hung on his back in his hand.

"ah..."

Only Teng Yunzi screamed, and a strong smell of blood came out.

"You!" Hong Xunyin over there looked at the bloody holes that were caught by her void claw on Teng Yunzi's back, and her face suddenly turned blue, and she shouted angrily: "Looking for death!"

I saw her rising up, and a short sword more than two feet long in her hand suddenly appeared and stabbed towards Xiaonan.

At this time, Fun Xiaonan also saw several blood holes on Teng Yunzi's back. If he hadn't reacted quickly, this would have fallen on his back. His eyes were cold and his hands shook, and a black steel thorn more than a ruler long appeared in his hand. It was the top-grade magic weapon "Poison Dragon Thorn".

"clang!"

The poisonous dragon sting directly hit Hong Xunyin's short sword, and after hitting Hong Xunyin's sword a little, he directly followed the sword body and stabbed Hong Xunyin's wrist.

"Hmph!" Hong Xunyin snorted softly, and his eyes were cold. He gently pinched the sword technique with his left hand, and turned slightly. The short sword in his hand sounded lightly, suddenly with a cold light, and a foot-long cold light burst out and pierced directly towards Fun Xiaonan's cheek.

Fon Xiaonan is now half a step in psychics and is quite sensitive to various qi. This cold light hits, and before he sees it, he already clearly senses it. He is slightly shocked and reacts very quickly. His head tilts without hesitation, and only feels a chill on his face, and something is shot by him. Finally, he has avoided the nearly broken attack.

Feeling a scorching pain on my right cheek, I knew that although I escaped the death disaster, I was still injured in the end, and I was afraid it was not bad.

Fun Xiaonan was completely angry. Although he was only half a step to psychics, he was indeed somewhat unable to match such psychics. But he was the heir of the King of Changsheng, with countless practical experiences. Although he could not perform various magics smoothly, he was proficient in countless secret techniques.

What he was worse than the few people was the perception of heaven and earth. If it were close combat, these people could not catch up with him.

The wrist also turned, and the poisonous dragon sting in his hand instantly turned into a black light, turning like a ghost, sliding downwards against Hong Xunyin's sword body.

Hong Xunyin was still regretting that he had lost his attack just now, and suddenly felt alert in his heart. He let go without hesitation, and even wanted the sword and then retreated violently.

As soon as he let go, he felt a pain in his hand. On the jade-like wrist, a wound about two or three inches long suddenly appeared, and a stream of blood instantly surged out.

"Ah..." Seeing this, Hong Xunyin screamed in pain; although the abandoned sword finally saved her arm just now, when did she suffer such injuries, and was still injured by a half-step spiritual psychic in the lower world?

The eyes were instantly red, and the sword technique in the left hand was pinched, and a slash of blood suddenly shot up from the wound of his right hand...

He shouted sharply: "Cheng Blood Kill!"
Chapter completed!