The Battle of Martial Arts Breaks the Wind and Cloud

"kill!"

"Kill, kill!"

Silent murderous intent, vocal killing cry.

When the two forces meet on this main street, there is no need to talk nonsense, it will be a cold and merciless fight.

Perhaps, many people think that the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road!

But in the face of absolute strength, the weak will always have to be slaughtered.Without strong martial arts and strength, courage alone is not enough.

This is the situation now, the people on Mingjiao's side are all masters.Not counting Duan De himself, let's talk about Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Xiao Zhao, Zhou Zhiruo and others, none of them are top martial arts masters.

Those dead men are not afraid of death, their martial arts are high or low, the weakest dead men are second-rate masters, and other first-rate dead men are only more fierce than second-rate dead men.Of course, these dead men usually kill more people, so they exude a strong evil spirit.

For ordinary warriors, this evil spirit is shocking enough, and it is enough to deter many warriors.

But their evil spirit cannot affect the people of the Ming Cult.

And even though all the weapons of the dead warriors were tempered with poison, everyone in Mingjiao had no fear of the so-called poison at all.

Only Shi Huolong, the leader of the Beggar Gang, is the most tragic figure in the entire battlefield.

"I played too much, this time... I miscalculated. The old man must take it easy and not let the weapons of these dead men touch his body..." Shi Huolong muttered to himself, his face full of depression and displeasure.

However, this old guy's martial arts is still good, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are still very vigorous in his hands.Although it can't be compared with Duan De's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.But anyway, it is also a peerless skill, and its power is naturally very powerful.

Shi Huolong opened the way with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, charged across and killed many dead soldiers.

But compared with Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Dai Qisi, Yang Buhui, Zhou Dian and others, he is far behind.

"Oh my God, are these Mingjiao people all monsters? Why are they all so tough?" Shi Huolong glanced at them and said inwardly.

Then, Shi Huolong looked at a young man in the middle of the battlefield.

Above the head of the young man, there were eighteen dragons flying in the sky. The roar of the dragons soared into the sky, and the majestic power of the dragons spread out, covering all the dead men, all the Ming Cultists and Shi Huolong.

This young man, besides Duan De, naturally couldn't be anyone else.

In the world of Yitian, Duan De is the only person who has cultivated the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to such a superb and unfathomable level.

Eighteen dragons, mighty and powerful, unstoppable, gods block and kill gods, Buddhas block and kill Buddhas!

Shi Huolong watched with envy, jealousy and hatred, and his thoughts became more determined.

"It's absolutely worthwhile to help Mingjiao this time. As long as I get the authentic and full version of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, my martial arts will definitely rank among the top in the world." Shi Huolong's eyes are shining brightly.

"what!"

"Crack!"

"puff!"

"Boom boom boom!"

"bang bang bang"

The battlefield was extremely chaotic, with bright red blood and white brains erupting in the sky from time to time, rendering a desolate and indifferent Jianghu world.

This is the rivers and lakes full of killing, slaughter and blood, death is everywhere.

There were dead men who were mercilessly killed by Mingjiao people and Shi Huolong.Most of them died at the hands of Duan De.

In just one stick of incense time, more than half of the more than 400 dead soldiers died, but the rest of the dead soldiers were still unafraid of death, with cold eyes, as if the person who died was not their own side, but an enemy.

They still rushed towards Duan De, the Mingjiao people, Shi Huolong, and many of Duan De's beauties and confidantes like moths to a flame.

"Kill the boy surnamed Duan to avenge the little prince."

"Kill! Kill!"

"Whoever kills Duan De will be rewarded by the Seventh Prince. Beauty, money, power, everything can be owned."

Some dead soldiers were shouting and screaming, as if they were cheering up their own people and increasing their morale.

This may be the sorrow of these dead men. They want to use their lives to safeguard the orders and authority of their master, the Seventh Prince, so they must fight Duan De and others bravely to the end.

If they back down, they are not worthy of being dead soldiers.

Of course, they were trained by the Seventh Prince since they were young, and they have been brainwashed long ago.The strongest obsession in his heart is to be loyal to the Seventh Prince.If the Seventh Prince told them to die, they must die.

The Seventh Prince asked them to eat shit, and they would do so without hesitation.

The fierce fighting is still going on.

And this battle also attracted the attention of many martial arts people, and even some well-informed people appeared around the battlefield in person to watch the battle from afar.

Among them are people from the Wudang faction, people from the Ruyang Palace, and spies sent by the current emperor.

And Zhao Min also came, with Ah Da and Fan Yao by her side.

When Fan Yao appeared, his face was ready to move, and he really wanted to rush over and join the battle.

However, he always remembers the task given to him by the leader Duan De - to protect Zhao Min.

"What? You want to go on a killing spree too?" Zhao Min asked with a cold and arrogant smile.

Fan Yao did not deny it, and said, "Of course. I am the right envoy of the Ming Cult. If it weren't for the order of the leader, I would have rushed in by now and chopped up those fearless dead soldiers."