Bang!
As Shen Tiezhu's rod smashed down, the air whistled. Before it hit the ground, there was a strong gust of wind in the room. The paper pasted on the windows had already been shaken to the point where it made a cracking sound. The power was shocking and terrifying.
Looking at this power, not to mention a human head, even a stone lion would be smashed into pieces with one strike.
Originally, in a small room, it was not easy to use a long weapon, but this iron tower-like strong man just happened to wield the long iron rod, not at all constrained.
This kind of martial arts technique was obviously the familiarity of the rod and the mastery of space. It had reached a very subtle level.
Old Shen Tianyang's iron pipe was not careless either. It hit the temple silently, showing the ruthlessness and strangeness of an experienced martial artist.
The father and son worked together. One hit the acupoint while the other hit the head fiercely. Their coordination was perfect, showing their rich combat skills.
At this moment, Hong Yi sat upright with his hand on his sword. His spirit was shaking as he was trying to subdue the Rakshasa King's counterattack.
Just now, when he slammed the table and flew into a rage, he visualized Devil King attacking Zhao Han, the wicked slave's soul. However, he didn't expect that the other party's Kung Fu would be so abnormal. His whole body's Qi and blood were strong, and his blood and soul were full of Yang Qi. He forced a powerful devil like Devil King to not be able to get close to him.
Since the day when Hong Yi's spirit was shattered by the thunder and completely recovered, the cultivation of his spirit had improved. Although he still had not reached the level of controlling objects, he was stronger and more flexible. He could already slightly control the Rakshasa King to attack.
Although he did not hurt Zhao Han's spirit, he successfully restrained the other party.
Hong Yi silently observed his body and suppressed the Rakshasa King's counterattack in a breath's time. His mind was extremely clear.
If one did not make a decision, one would suffer instead!
Hong Yi was well-versed in the classics and history, so he was well aware of this principle. In ancient times, when the emperors killed traitors and sentenced their ministers to death, they were all swift and decisive. Before their opponents could react, they had already taken them down and killed them.
This Zhao Han was unfathomable and he was Madam Zhao's man. The longer he stayed by her side, the more dangerous it would be. Who knows, there might be someone behind him. If he had the time to create a network to control her, then her life and death would be in his hands!
Furthermore, if he didn't remove it today, Zhao Han would be alerted. With his superior skills, he might not be able to remove it.
"I hope we can succeed in one fell swoop!" After Hong Yi calmed down, he was also quite nervous.
"You're courting death!"
Just at this moment, Zhao Han burst out with a cold and wild laugh. He twisted his body and actually dodged the iron rod. At the same time, he fiercely swung his palm and slapped the tobacco pipe of old man Shen Tianyang. Suddenly, it turned into a claw and forcefully grabbed it.
Shen Tianyang's expression changed. He pulled back fiercely and kicked out with a "Rolling Lion Ball".
Bang!
It was as if Zhao Han's legs had eyes. He accurately intercepted Shen Tianyang's leg. He let out a cold laugh and exerted strength in his arms. The pure iron opium pipe was actually broken into two!
After destroying Shen Tianyang's weapon at lightning speed, Zhao Han's body flickered strangely. He suddenly approached Shen Tianyang and attacked with his claws. In a breath's time, he attacked more than ten times, forcing Shen Tianyang to dodge.
Instantly gaining the upper hand, Zhao Han regained his breath and looked fiercely at Hong Yi. He laughed maniacally and said, "Little bastard!"
As he spoke, his body was like the wind. In an instant, he rushed in front of Hong Yi! With a palm, he grabbed Hong Yi's neck!
Hong Yi only felt that his opponent's claws were shining with cold light and a strong wind was blowing against his face. He couldn't even dodge it. He didn't even have the time to pull out the Shark-slaying Sword that he was holding!
Luckily! At this moment! Shen Tiezhu roared and the iron rod in his hand struck forward. The rod that was as thick as a teacup accurately hit the back of Zhao Han's head.
Zhao Han couldn't force his way forward. He suddenly retracted his hand and grabbed! He actually used his hand to grab the head of the iron rod! He forcefully blocked Shen Tiezhu's attack.
"Let go!"
After grabbing it, Zhao Han shook violently. Shen Tiezhu's body instantly trembled. With a loud roar, he held the iron rod tightly with both his hands. A trace of blood flowed out from the web between his thumb and index finger.
"Hmm?" Zhao Han didn't expect that his opponent could still hold the iron rod when he shook it. His eyes turned cold and a fist silently attacked from the side. It was Shen Tianyang who was forcing his way in.
This slight miscalculation caused Zhao Han's footsteps to be in a mess.
At this moment, Hong Yi found an opportunity. Clang! The Shark-slaying Sword was unsheathed. A simple and direct attack was aimed at Zhao Han's back.
The Shark-slaying Sword was a godly weapon. When it was unsheathed, it was sharp. Any expert could feel it. At this moment, Zhao Han seemed to have eyes on his back. He twisted violently like a snake and dodged Hong Yi's sword.
"Benefactor, give me the sword!"
Young Mu, who was at the side, suddenly reached out and held Hong Yi's hand.
"Alright!" Hong Yi loosened his hand and the Shark-slaying Sword fell into Mu The Younger's hand.
Mu The Younger held the sword in her hand and her entire appearance seemed to have changed. Hong Yi could feel that this little girl's essence, Qi, and spirit seemed to be focused on the sword. A cold light flashed in her hand. Swoosh swoosh swoosh! Three swords flashed like flowing light. The precision and technique were several times better than Hong Yi's.
"Butterfly Dance Sword Technique? Xuantian Hall? " At this moment, Zhao Han had just dodged and caught Shen Tianyang and Shen Tiezhu's attack. Just as she was about to counterattack, the sword wind came from behind her again. She quickly dodged and saw Mu The Younger's sword technique. She screamed and looked around, as if she was afraid of an ambush. At the same time, her body fiercely tried to escape.
"Rakshasa King!"
How could Hong Yi let Zhao Han escape? Her eyes flickered and she released the Rakshasa Demon's illusion to attack. In the intense battle, Zhao Han's consciousness was somewhat exhausted. Just now, when she saw Mu The Younger's sword technique, her consciousness was slightly shocked. She actually made a mistake and her blood flow was in a mess, allowing the Rakshasa Demon to get close to her body.
This caused her to lose her consciousness, causing her to lose her last opportunity.
Swoosh!
Mu The Younger's sword slashed across and sank down, cutting off the tendons in her leg.
At the same time, Shen Tianyang also took this opportunity to grab and twist Zhao Han's hands. Seeing Zhao Han struggling violently, Shen Tiezhu's rod smashed down on his shoulder. Kacha, the internal bones were shattered.
This time, Zhao Han was finally pressed to the ground by Shen Tianyang and Shen Tiezhu.
Mu The Younger swung her sword again and cut off the tendons in his hand. This time, Zhao Han, this unfathomable expert, finally had no strength to struggle.
Seeing Zhao Han being pressed to the ground, Hong Yi closed her eyes and once again subdued the Rakshasa King. She took a deep breath and sat on the chair. Her body looked like it was about to collapse.
The four of them surrounded her and used their weapons. Hong Yi even used the Rakshasa Demon's illusion to successfully restrain Zhao Han. If there was any mistake, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Hong Yi also had a deep fear towards Zhao Han's martial arts.
"Benefactor, your sword!" Mu The Younger walked over and handed over the sword.
Hong Yi sheathed "Shark Cutter" and pressed down on the hilt. He regulated his breathing and sat up straight. Looking at Zhao Han who was pressed down on the ground, he felt a sense of satisfaction from having power in his hands.
"How strong is he? Tianyang, can you tell? "Hong Yi asked the first question as he held onto the sword.
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