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"The thunder tiger you have is really as its name suggests. It can run very fast."

On the battlefield of Huoshi Continent, Li Wenhang held the sharpened steel pipe in his hand and couldn't help but sneer as he watched the prince holding a machete and chasing Yaoyang as he ran away.

Shui Ling, who was standing opposite him, did not answer, but silently drew out his sword.

"Are you so anxious to fight?"

Li Wenhang used the steel pipe as a short spear, with the tip pointed directly at Shuiling.

"It's a rare trip to this world, don't you want to leave a few last words first?"

"This opportunity is still waiting for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shui Ling kicked off the ground and rushed out!

The sword's glow drew an arc and struck directly at Li Wenhang's head.

Li Wenhang stepped lightly, his body was as light as a swallow, and he quickly stepped back. At the same time, he took off his glasses with his left hand and threw them behind him.

"Ah Kui, hold some for me!"

"oh!"

The handsome Yaokai who was suddenly called subconsciously stepped forward. He had just thrown his glasses. When he looked up again, he found that the running water spirit had caught up with Li Wenhang, and the sword in his hand was already hanging above Li Wenhang's head!

"Be careful, Brother Hang!"

Unable to help herself, Pretty Yaokai shouted.

But in reality, he was not using him to shout. The steel pipe in Li Wenhang's hand had already been raised and blocked in front of Shui Ling's sword.

"clang!"

There was a crisp loud sound, and Shui Ling couldn't help but frown.

This Li Wenhang, looking so gentle and graceful, is actually so strong?!

He held the knife with both hands and slashed, but he was able to block it with one hand holding the steel pipe, and it didn't move at all...

If you want to win against him, you have to use tricks!

Shui Ling's mind changed rapidly, and the sword in his hand suddenly swung horizontally and struck directly at Li Wenhang's hand that was holding the steel pipe.

Her reaction was quick, and Li Wenhang's reaction was not slow either.

Seeing Shui Ling's sudden change of moves, Li Wenhang waved his hand outward and directly deflected Shui Ling's sword. At the same time, he raised his leg and kicked Shui Lingxuan's exposed buttocks.

Shui Ling took two steps back with a bang, looked down at the shoe prints on the cheongsam, and felt a little confused on her face.

Li Wenhang ignored her thoughts, stretched out his left hand and hooked his fingers.

"Come!"

"Let's see how crazy you can get!"

Being so humiliated by Li Wenhang made even Shuiling feel a little angry.

She stepped forward, holding the sword tightly in her hand, and came towards Li Wenhang!

Without thinking, Li Wenhang turned the steel pipe into a dog-beating stick, swung it with a roar, and hit the blade of the knife.

Shui Ling knew that Li Wenhang's strength was far greater than his own. When he saw the iron pipe being swung at him, he immediately did not dare to resist. He quickly withdrew the stabbing knife and at the same time spun around and swung the knife, turning the straight stab into a spinning slash!

Li Wenhang withdrew his hand to block, and the steel pipe accurately blocked Shui Ling's sword again, and at the same time he raised his leg and kicked it.

In almost the same posture and position, Li Wenhang's big foot kicked up again.

The ferocious force kicked Shui Ling away again. Looking at the double shoe marks on his buttocks, Shui Ling's face turned from red to livid in shame and anger!

She raised her head sharply and looked at Li Wenhang. At this time, Li Wenhang pointed at her again just like before.

"Come again!"

This guy is trying to humiliate me on purpose?!

The furious Shui Ling didn't even bother to reply, waving the sword in his hand and attacking and slashing...

Li Wenhang stood there without dodge, and the steel pipe in his hand seemed to turn into a copper wall. No matter what angle the water spirit came from, he could always predict it one step ahead and use the steel pipe to stop it steadily!

After fighting three moves, Shui Ling subconsciously used the spinning technique, but like a nightmare, the moment he just turned around, Li Wenhang's big foot came as expected!

"Bang!"

Li Wenhang deliberately increased the force of this kick.

Shui Ling almost staggered forward two steps, relying on his hands to support the ground, and then stood up again.

I looked down and saw that the shoe prints on the butt of the cheongsam were extremely clear!

Gritting her silver teeth, Shui Ling turned to look at Li Wenhang.

No matter how much she didn't want to admit it, Shui Ling had to admit that the gap between her and Li Wenhang was as big as the sky. No matter how hard she tried, she was no match for Li Wenhang...

If he is not an opponent, then find him an opponent!

Shui Ling is not a stubborn woman. She didn't spend a lot of money just to deal with Li Wenhang on her own!

Thinking of this, Shui Ling turned his head and glanced at Mifunefu, who was fighting fiercely with Tachibana Masahito, and ran away.

"Run like thunder and tiger, you also run? Is this also your Dongying tradition?"

Li Wenhang chuckled lightly and did not rush to chase him. Instead, he carried the steel pipe and walked leisurely in the courtyard. While observing the situation on the field, he walked slowly in the direction where Shui Ling fled.

At this moment, it was not just Shui Ling and Ben Leihu who were defeated. Shui Ling's second disciple Shang Tian, ​​although he had some abilities, was too timid due to his greed for life and fear of death. Facing Yin Jian, who liked to fight for his life, he

Like a mouse meeting a cat, it only dares to hide and defend itself, not daring to raise a knife to fight back.

And if Yin Jian's side relied on momentum to win, Liu Haizhu's victory against Wushang relied entirely on his reckless energy.

As the disciple of Shui Ling, Supreme is best at the magic of inviting gods. Of course, this technique sounds mysterious, but in fact it is just a method of hypnosis, forcing oneself to think that one is some mythical figure.

But no matter how his cognition changed, his physical quality was still there. Liu Haizhu's tough offensive, accompanied by high-frequency curses, completely suppressed Wushang.

When Li Wenhang glanced over, Liu Haizhu was holding the knife in his hand, slashing wildly, and kept cursing.

"Why don't you show me the whole body of Nezha?"

"Don't you think you can survive? I'll chop off your arm right now and let me see if it grows back!"

"puff!"

The blood spurted out. Liu Haizhu touched his face with his left hand and spat hard.

"Fuck, you can't do it either. I really thought you could turn into a leek and grow another one after you cut it!"

Ignoring Liu Haizhu's desire to kill, Li Wenhang withdrew his gaze and looked in front of him again.

At this time, Shui Ling had arrived beside Mifunefu, and the two of them were working together to kill Tachibana wildly.

Although Tachibana is a double-flowered red stick, his strength is not as good as Mifunefu's in front of him. Now that a water spirit joins forces with Mifunefu, he will naturally be in a difficult situation.

Seeing that the knife in Mifune's hand was about to land on Tachibana, Li Wenhang weighed the steel pipe in his hand, took a deep breath, and threw it towards Mifune, while yelling loudly.

"call out!!"

Everyone present was a master. When the sound of breaking wind sounded, the three people in the battle raised their heads at the same time.

Seeing the sharpened steel pipe whizzing towards them, the three of them retreated at the same time, quickly widening the distance.

The steel pipe stretched almost three inches straight to the ground, standing between the two waves of people, as if a dividing line had been drawn.

Li Wenhang slowly arrived from behind, stood in front of the steel pipe, grasped the steel pipe with one hand, pulled it out again, and then used the exact same movement as before, and once again hooked his fingers towards Shui Ling who was hiding behind Sangunman.

"Come on."

A fair-weather ghost