The best waste god

If that's the case, then this shame will follow him for the rest of his life, and he can't bear this kind of shame.While thinking about it, the silver-clothed swordsman said without hesitation: "Naturally, I will tell you the name and origin of that woman."

"Haotian, don't!" Liu Qianwenjian Nangong Haotian was about to go up, she hurriedly grabbed his arm and advised.

"That's right, young master, seeing that bitch Yinshan agreed so readily, I'm afraid there is a conspiracy in it." Aunt Shan also persuaded from the side.

Wei Xiaoying looked at Nangong Haotian with a lot of worry in her eyes, but she didn't speak.

Nangong Haotian shook Liu Qianwen's little hand, gave him a reassuring look, pretended to frown and pondered for a moment, then resolutely agreed, bent his elbow and twisted his wrist, and put the remaining half of the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword into the scabbard.

Anyway, this is also the "relic" of the demon dragon slaying king. Maybe it can be used for him. It is better to use it from the palace or something. There is no need to sterilize it, just pour the internal force directly, and it may be cooked after cutting it off. It's so good, you can also eat chicken directly with wine, which is wonderful.

"Let's use the cloud-turning hand this time!" Nangong Haotian thought for a while, and decided to use some unique moves. Otherwise, seeing the appearance of the Silver Fir Swordsman, it would not be an easy matter to make him succumb.

Nangong Haotian looked up at Silver Fir Swordsman, his eyes were indifferent, as if he was not an opponent, but soft clay kneaded at will.

Silver Fir Swordsman saw that he was so despised by Nangong Haotian, he couldn't help being furious. Although he was injured in the battle with Nangong Haotian and even his sword was broken, he was not much better. The dragon-slaying sword was also broken. I really don't know where this guy's confidence comes from?

But after thinking about it for a moment, Silver Fir Swordsman also sneered twice. It must be that Nangong Haotian was seriously injured to show such an expression, so that he would be furious and lose his position. At that time, the outcome would be hard to say.

Thinking of this, Silver Fir Swordsman took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked at Nangong Haotian with disdain, as if Nangong Haotian was no longer his opponent.

Nangong Haotian naturally sensed the change in Silver Fir Swordsman's aura, and he couldn't help but nod secretly in his heart. He is worthy of being a strong man who has been famous for a long time, and he can adjust his state so quickly in this situation, but it is only It's limited to this, in the face of absolute strength, everything is just a cloud.

If Nangong Haotian knew that the change of Silver Fir Swordsman was all due to his previous series of schemes, he would be dumbfounded. This is because Silver Fir Swordsman was clever but was misunderstood by his cleverness.

"Please make a move!" Silver Fir Swordsman had absolute confidence, so he fully demonstrated his demeanor as a generation of heroes at this moment, and asked Nangong Haotian to make the move first.

"It's better for you to make a move first, or you will have to find excuses to say this and that when you lose, and don't tell me who that woman is!" Nangong Haotian said coldly, and handed half of the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword to Liu Qianwen next to him .

"Okay—good boy, since you say that, then I'm not polite!" The silver fir swordsman who had been so underestimated was completely enraged by Nangong Haotian, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he wished to split Nangong Haotian's power in his palm Down.

Nangong Haotian squinted at the silver fir swordsman who was attacking rapidly, and sneered in his heart: "Overestimating one's abilities!"

Flipping his hand, the power of chaos that has recovered four levels slowly poured into his palm, and the already strong body was strengthened by the continuous power of chaos again, almost like gold and iron, it can split mountains and rocks.

"Boy, take your life!" Yinshan Swordsman shouted, and when he attacked Nangong Haotian, his gestures changed, and he waved his palms violently, turning into countless palm shadows, overwhelming Nangong Haotian as a hood.

Although Nangong Haotian was confident, he didn't dare to neglect, he didn't say a word, his eyes were like lightning, his hair danced wildly, his clothes swished automatically without wind, at the same time, he slid sideways, his left hand was grasped, and through the Countless palm shadows were grabbing straight at one of the inconspicuous palms.

Seeing that Nangong Haotian was so sophisticated, Yinshan swordsman saw through his own palm all at once, his heart couldn't help trembling, an ominous omen appeared.

But he didn't have time to think about it, he saw the shadows of palms all over the sky disappeared in vain, the silver fir swordsman, an old pine, saw off his guests, escaped Nangong Haotian's grasp, then slipped his footsteps, and suddenly pushed towards Nangong Haotian's chest.

Nangong Haotian saw the silver fir swordsman approaching menacingly, and couldn't help frowning. Sure enough, Jiang was still hot. The silver fir swordsman had experienced hundreds of battles over the years when he became famous, and he already had a wealth of experience. own attack.

While thinking about it, seeing that the attack had arrived, Nangong Haotian twitched the corner of his mouth, drew a dangerous angle, and used Tai Chi to make use of his strength, circled his hands, and immediately directed the Yinshan swordsman's attack to his side.

The Silver Fir Swordsman couldn't help being horrified, stomped his foot, took half a step back with the force of reverse push, escaped from Nangong Haotian's attack range, and at the same time kicked with the other foot, hitting Nangong Haotian with the sound of piercing through the air If he was hit by the ankle ring, he might lose his fighting power on the spot.

"Small tricks!" Nangong Haotian snorted coldly, and the power of chaos poured out continuously from the Shenyuan crystal. After passing through the limbs and bones, it instantly poured into the ankles. At the same time, the cloud turning hand that had been brewing for a long time also pushed It hit his chest, and he actually wanted to resist the attack of the Silver Fir Swordsman, risking his life.

One old and one young, two top masters of different eras, one is the up-and-coming Nangong Haotian, and the other is the long-established Yinshan swordsman. The competition between the two is rare in ten years, and everyone around them subconsciously Eyes wide open, for fear of missing the decisive blow.

At this time Jian saw that Nangong Haotian was going to seriously injure Yinshan swordsman at the price of injury, he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, this Nangong Haotian was not very old, but his heart was so cruel, even he was willing to be willing to himself, at this moment, in their hearts At the same time, an idea popped up: If this child grows up, he must be such an amazing character like Lang Fanyun!

Naturally, Nangong Haotian didn't know what everyone was thinking, he had already laughed, because he saw the panic in the eyes of Silver Fir Swordsman, the battle was just to see who was more ruthless, and he was afraid that he would die.

Nangong Haotian was willing to have his foot kicked off by Yinshan Swordsman, but Yinshan Swordsman was reluctant to have his chest crushed by Nangong Haotian, even if Immortal Da Luo came, he would not be able to save him.

At the same time, he was also secretly surprised. He thought that Nangong Haotian would be defeated by him very quickly, but now it seems that he recovered better than himself. I really don't know what kind of inner strength he cultivated.

Nangong Haotian naturally wouldn't tell, the movements of his hands became faster, if he was attacked by him, the Silver Fir Swordsman would have to shed his skin even if he didn't die, and he might have to lie in bed for the rest of his life.

"Boy, stop going crazy!" Silver Fir Swordsman shouted suddenly, using the power of the drink to strengthen himself, he kicked Nangong Haotian's feet and kicked towards the attacking palm.

"Huh!" Nangong Haotian saw that the Yinshan swordsman was able to defuse his attack in this way, he couldn't help but let out a cold snort, since you want to hide, then I will let you hide enough.

After thinking about it, the movements of Nangong Haotian's hands became faster and faster, and the people around felt dazzled, and could only vaguely see a thin white shadow flying up and down, and every time it would collide with the Silver Fir Swordsman, making a dull impact sound .

The palms of the two sides hit faster and faster, and in an instant, only the shadow of the palm was seen but no human figure was seen.

In the shadow of palms like a mountain, suddenly there were loud shouts from both sides.Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang and two muffled groans.

I saw the silver-shirted swordsman kicking back a few steps, his figure suddenly sat down, and then he rolled over two times in a row, opened his mouth with a wow, spewed out a mouthful of blood, his face became extremely pale in an instant, his eyes staring at Nangong Haotian flickered. Panicked, with a look of fear, and then simply spit out a mouthful of blood, and passed out.

Master Faming, Taoist Jingde, old beggar Bi Wu and others all rushed over with a cry of surprise.

Nangong Haotian, who suddenly cast a cloud-turning hand, his face flushed, his body swayed, and finally he couldn't hold the stake stably, he kicked back two steps, his already injured body finally began to relapse this time.

Just now, in order to quickly end the battle with the Silver Fir Swordsman, Nangong Haotian took the risk of being hit by the Silver Fir Swordsman and hit him with a cloud turning hand. At the same time, he was also hit by the strongest blow from the Silver Fir Swordsman hit.

With new injuries and old injuries, Nangong Haotian couldn't bear it even with his iron body, and the blood from his heart that had been suppressed all the time spurted out in one gulp.

Liu Qianwen and the others had already groaned, and flew to support the crumbling Nangong Haotian, with tears in their eyes, wishing that they were the ones who were injured just now.

But even though he suffered such a severe trauma, Nangong Haotian didn't feel unhappy at all, instead he smiled, because the silver fir swordsman's injury was more serious than his own, and it was really impossible to recover if he had to recuperate in bed for two months.

Hearing the sound, Bi Wu, the old beggar, waved his green leaf stick violently, and shouted loudly: "The boy surnamed Nangong has been injured by the palm of Wang Daxia. Brothers, this opportunity is gone. Hurry up. This is the only way to get rid of this!" Little devil's chance..."

When the monks, Taoists and beggars watching around heard this, they immediately raised their weapons and raised their arms and shouted.

When Liu Qianwen and others saw it, they were shocked, and hurriedly drew out their swords with a choke sound. Nangong Haotian looked at the bloodthirsty eyes around him, and the chill in his heart became heavier and heavier. If these people dare to make a move, they will wait for their own Get angry.

"Who dares? I have already said that anyone who wants to win with more than less will never sit idly by!" Seeing this scene, Si Yunyi and Lin Jinxiong also stared angrily, and stood in front of Nangong Haotian .

Master Faming, who was checking the silver-shirted swordsman's injuries, turned around quickly to look at Bi Wu, and said in a deep voice, "It's not right for the old master to do this..."

The old beggar Bi Wu saw that Master Faming also stopped him, and couldn't help but said anxiously: "Master, if you miss this opportunity, you will end up in endless troubles. It is said that it is too late to see the opportunity, and it is too late to regret..."