The best waste god

"Bang bang bang bang..."

There was a sound of physical contact with the folding fan. If Nangong Haotian's body hadn't become extremely powerful, he might have been seriously injured in these dozen moves. But with the protection of the power of chaos, Nangong Haotian would not Don't worry, his body is definitely strong!

Dozens of strokes passed, and the two people's movements were flying and jumping, turning faster and faster, flying higher and higher, hitting more and more intensely, hitting from the ground to the sky, and from the sky to the ground.

Nangong Haotian has already used seven levels of power, and his whole body is wrapped in the power of chaos. Every blow will compress the surrounding air, making bursts of sound, but the achievements he has made are still not great.

Nangong Haotian—seeing this situation, I gradually became anxious, and I couldn't understand the origin of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, who was able to persist in his hands for such a long time, but he still remained calm.

"Hahaha, cool!"

Nangong Haotian hit the middle-aged Confucian scholar's back with an elbow, but was blocked by his folding fan, making Nangong Haotian's move useless, but he still let out a loud laugh.

"Hahaha, senior, the boy is about to use a unique move, be careful!" Nangong Haotian reminded, now he can no longer hide his clumsiness, and has decided to use the cloud-turning hand that the demon dragon slayer king recently left on the cheat book

Otherwise, if the fight continues for a long time, it will be bad for Nangong Haotian. They still have four Huazitou, and it is also possible that the martial arts of the four of them are far superior to the middle-aged Confucian scholars.

If that is the case, Nangong Haotian is likely to splatter this place with blood tonight. Although the wheel tactic is not an honorable tactic, it is worthy of being an effective fighting technique.

"Based on your boy's words, the old man will follow up, hahaha..." The middle-aged Confucian scholar laughed loudly.

"Then you have to be careful!" Nangong Haotian shouted suddenly, his movements and palms suddenly changed.

I saw Nangong Haotian's palm flying, and his figure was continuous. The figures of both sides stopped suddenly, and his hand had already grasped the handle of the middle-aged Confucian scholar's fan and his right hand.

Nangong Haotian, who was a middle-aged Confucian scholar, couldn't help being taken aback. He involuntarily let out an exclamation, and pointed his left palm at Nangong Haotian's chest and pushed it out.

Seeing this situation, the old beggars watching the battle turned pale with fright. They didn't expect Nangong Haotian to be so fierce that even this great god couldn't restrain him.

"Stop!" shouted violently, and the old beggar waved his palm and struck Nangong Haotian behind.

Just when the middle-aged Confucian scholar raised his palm and the old beggar flew towards him, Nangong Haotian shouted angrily, "Get out!"

At the same time, Nangong Haotian flipped his hand and took off the folding fan. With a twist of his right wrist, the folding fan hit the middle-aged Confucian scholar's left shoulder with a "bang" with lightning speed.

"Crack... hum..."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar snorted, rushed forward, and staggered a few steps forward.

And Nangong Haotian didn't even look at the old beggar who was attacking, he moved and landed not far away.

While thinking about it, the old beggar took advantage of the momentum and yelled loudly, and hastily stretched out his hand to support the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

However, what made the man who belittled Nangong Haotian look ugly was that although the middle-aged Confucian scholar stood up with a frown and gritted his teeth, his left arm could no longer be lifted, and he looked like he was probably useless.

The atmosphere in the audience was very low, no one cheered or cheered, and no one made any comments. The man wanted to find a hole to drill down.

He even boasted to Haikou just now that Nangong Haotian was no match for the middle-aged Confucian scholar, but after only a few dozen moves, the middle-aged Confucian scholar lost, which made him very embarrassed, especially the disdainful eyes of the girl next to him. , the eyes that made him look at Nangong Haotian were also somewhat unfriendly.

The two middle-aged Huazi who had already carried the purple-faced brawny man over looked surprised, and said anxiously: "Senior Wu..."

"The left shoulder bone is completely broken!" the old beggar said in shock.

Nangong Haotian frowned when he heard that, he himself didn't believe that he had broken the middle-aged Confucian scholar's left shoulder with such a light tap just now. Nangong Haotian already had a deep grasp of power. foundation.

In the moment when he was secretly surprised, the middle-aged Hanako who was protecting the black-faced burly man made a sudden noise, raised his eyebrows, and shouted angrily: "I'll fight you!"

Amidst the loud shouts, he flew towards Nangong Haotian, the dog-beating stick in his right hand had already been hit, and at the same time his left palm was accumulating strength, and he pushed forward suddenly.

Now three of the opponent's seven people have gone, and the most difficult middle-aged Confucian scholar was also smashed by Nangong Haotian with a folding fan.

Now, Nangong Haotian didn't care much about the middle-aged Huazi who was flying at the front, and his strength would definitely not exceed that of a middle-aged Confucian scholar.

But this does not mean that Nangong Haotian will be careless. This middle-aged Huazi is the one who left first in the restaurant. Thinking of this vicious fight, he can be said to be the chief culprit.

When Nangong Haotian saw that the opponent was flying towards him, he used the dog-beating stick in his hand and hit him on the head with all his strength. He was furious and said indifferently: "You are the one who caused the disaster, and you are the only one who deserves to die."

While drinking, Nangong Haotian turned away, and using the folding fan snatched from the hands of the middle-aged Confucian scholar as a weapon, he tapped stones into gold in one stroke, and directly touched the middle-aged Huazi's temple.

"Little brother can't do it!" Just as Nangong Haotian made his move, the middle-aged Confucian scholar had already exclaimed.

However, when Nangong Haotian changed positions, the middle-aged Huazi's dog-beating stick had turned into a sweep.

When Nangong Haotian heard the exclamation of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, he could no longer hit the opponent's temple, and the opponent's middle-aged Huazi's dog-beating stick was also recruited in a different way.

In the blink of an eye, Nangong Haotian didn't have time to think about it, so he knocked on the folding fan, and the power of chaos circulated all over his body, and burst out from his hand, turning the folding fan into a powerful weapon.

"Ding!"

— With a crisp sound, the middle-aged Hanako's dog-beating stick snapped.

The middle-aged Huazi's shock was no small matter. With a strange howl, she acted like a lazy donkey rolling, and leaned her upper body to take advantage of the situation, and rolled several feet away.

Nangong Haotian didn't pursue him, instead he turned to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was already in pain, his face was like gold paper, and he was sweating, but he still panted slightly and said: "Little brother, I believe you, you didn't kill Du Mengsan."