One Thousand One Hundred and Forty Eight: Holy Beast Blue Dragon
The man squatted down, pinched Hao Xinghe's joints with his hands, connected the joints, and said softly: "You go first, I will take care of it here."
"Be careful." Hao Xinghe did not refuse. He knew that even if he was forced to stay, it would only be a drag. He nodded slightly and limped out of the palace, covering his arms.
Yan Wan just looked at it and did not chase Hao Xinghe.
"Yan Wan?"
The man turned around and looked at him, patted the box behind his back, and pulled out a sharp blade. There was a hint of excitement in his eyes: "I've heard about the great names for a long time, and today I'm going to tell the difference."
"Send your name." Yan Wang looked at it and his eyes shrank slightly.
"Blue Dragon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp blade was drawn in the air, and it slashed towards him unstoppably.
Dang clang...
Yan Wang took a bow and drew his sword, blocking the prepared blow. Tighten the strength in the waist and abdomen, and then stab down with a single step, as if crossing the sea to slay a dragon, pointing directly at the opponent's lower body.
"Well done." Qinglong laughed, not panicking in the face of danger, and the iron armor on his arms followed his movements, lightly blocking the tip of the sword. Turning the edge, sweeping across and cutting the throat.
Eviscerate!
A flash of light flashed in Yan Huan's eyes, and he swung his sword. The tip of the sword scraped against his arm armor, drawing out sparks from bottom to top, with lightning speed, like an antelope hanging its horns, gracefully bullying its body, intending to cut his heart.
Qinglong bowed slightly, as if making a bow, but the sharp blade in his hand was handed out lightly, and his moves never left Yan Wang's throat and other vital points.
boom!
Yan Duan raised his sword and split the sharp blade in front of him, sweeping it out with all his strength.
However, at this moment, Qinglong suddenly slapped the box behind him, and as bursts of machine sounds rang out, two sharp iron ropes suddenly shot out from the corners of the box.
"Qimen weapons?" Yan Wang had already expected it, so although Qinglong's move was unexpected, it was not difficult for him to deal with it.
He drew back his sword and swung away an iron rope. With his gloved left hand, if Huanglong broke through the barrier, he suddenly took it out and held another iron rope in his hand.
"This soldier is called Qimen Fourteen Styles."
Qinglong responded in a deep voice, threw out the sharp blade in his hand, patted the box with both hands, and instantly pulled out two curved Yuanyang knives of different lengths.
Reach for the stars!
He suddenly took half a step diagonally, jumped up with bent legs, crossed his swords, and twisted them towards Yan Wan's head from top to bottom.
...The two swords are his hands, and his head is a star.
"good."
Yan Wang slid back and flipped the sword over. In a moment, he accurately inserted it in the middle line, and the sword blade got stuck exactly where the two swords intersected.
He put one hand on the ground, bent down and raised his leg, like a poisonous scorpion swinging its tail, and struck Qinglong on the head with one stab.
Although the kick was hasty and not very powerful, it could not hold up the steel armor embedded in the soles of Yan Wan's shoes.
Qinglong's kick made Qinglong dizzy. He spat out a mouthful of blood mist and quickly retreated while waving his swords.
"cut!"
Yan Huan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he did a somersault, closing the distance between the two within two meters. With a powerful force, he slashed straight down with his sword.
The edge of the sword is like water, cold and shining. The blade broke through the air, and the bright silver arc was like a crescent moon in the sky, magnificent and beautiful.
boom!
Click...
In the extremely critical moment, the box behind Qinglong opened again. As he stepped back and turned sideways, he shot three black shadows at Yan Wan.
Fast, too fast. Yan Huan never expected that this thing could shoot hidden weapons, just like his Transformers. The muscles on his waist and back twisted together in an instant, forcing his body to forcefully change a slight arc in mid-air to avoid a black shadow.
Sheathing the sword and turning around, Yan Wang pushed with his right hand, pushing the Zhongxing Han Sword from his waist to his face to block a black shadow.
His left hand was thrown out with awe, as if picking up stars and pointing at the moon, and when the hidden weapon struck half a foot away, he accurately grasped it in his hand.
Squeak... sparks flew everywhere.
There were bursts of tooth-piercing friction sounds, and Yan Huan could clearly see a few wisps of green smoke rising from his hand. When the hidden weapon was just inches away from his eyes, the power of it was finally completely resolved.
"call……"
He fell to the ground, threw away the crossbow arrow made entirely of fine iron, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and took two deep breaths with lingering fear.
Qinglong rubbed his head, threw away the two swords in his hands, shook the box, and spit out a long stick from each end.
He held a long stick, crisscrossed it in front of him, and instantly turned into a spear, pointing at Yan Wan from a distance.
"very good."
Yan Huan looked at the scratches on his palm, grinned slightly, tapped the sword in his hand, and made a quick attack.
The steel spear rolled over the sea like a silver dragon, and in Qinglong's hand, it threw out streaks of silver light, completely sucking Yan Wan into the storm.
An inch long, an inch strong.
An inch short, an inch dangerous.
Qinglong's spear skills are a bit better than Zhu Lekai, the spear-coiled dragon he once encountered in "High and Low", not just in terms of skills, but experience.
Combat experience.
If Zhu Lekai and Qinglong were to fight against each other, he would be killed with one shot at most.
boom!
Yan Wan covered his chest and backed away, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Qinglong put his gun away and leaned on the ground. From his right shoulder, there was a ferocious sword mark, extending to his chest, with bones visible deep inside. If it had been two inches deeper, he would have been dead.
"You are one of the strongest people I have ever seen." Qinglong panted, seemingly unable to feel the pain of the wound. He kicked the tail of the gun with his toes, grunted and started fighting Yan Wan again.
Yan Wange fired a shot, grazed the barrel of the gun and stabbed his gun-holding hands. He asked: "Qinglong, Tiansha is in the Reincarnation Forest, how strong is it?"
Qinglong swung the big gun, trembling awe-inspiring, holding the tail of the gun in one hand, spinning around and sweeping towards Yan Wan again. "No more concessions than mine."
"He is already dead, Your Excellency, how about accompanying him...?"
Yan Huan suddenly lowered his waist, stepped on the dragon's steps, let go of his sword, grasped the gun, and pulled it suddenly. Take advantage of the gap when his footing is unstable.
His claws were like dragons and tigers, and they instantly clamped on Qinglong's shoulders. The spikes were embedded in his armor. As he used his strength to claw, Qinglong was caught off guard, leaving several holes in his shoulder blades that spurted blood.
Wandering ghosts.
The arms are like dragons, one behind the other, light and dark intertwined, the claws glow with cold light, directly attacking Qinglong's throat.
"Insidious!" Qinglong's shoulders were bleeding profusely and in great pain. The big gun in his hand was now as heavy as a stone, not as nimble as before.
He was also a decisive person. When he saw that the situation was not good, he decisively abandoned his gun, kicked out his feet in the air, and forced Yan Wan back. He slammed his hands on the box, looked for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com and pulled out two buckles from it. Semi-circular blade in hand.
Dangdang...
Although both of them are empty-handed now, they both have gold and iron in their hands, which makes them even more dangerous during the fight.
The continuous muffled sound was deafening, and red sparks kept bursting out. From time to time, there was victory and defeat, and the battle situation once again fell into an unspeakable stalemate.
puff……
The two retreated again, putting distance between them.
The knife marks on the scales on Yan Wang's chest were intertwined and extremely dense.
From time to time, shocking blood holes can be seen on Qinglong's arms.
Obviously, the kung fu is about the same, but Yan Wan's defense is higher.
Qinglong was actually very depressed, because most of the claw techniques he practiced were directed to the middle palace. It was more like a dagger than a claw. Remember the website address of this website, www. Biquxu． Com for easy reading next time, or enter " " in Baidu to enter this site