However, in a second, my body burst into strength with a palm of iron sand palm, and I went out with it.

Bang!
Knock, knock, knock …
My body went backwards again, but Liu Chi has reacted to this delay.
See his body surface muscles stirred up a spine with a series of channeling bone ring a heart-protecting lamented toward Yang Jidezan smashed in the past.
Bang!
Knock, knock, knock …
After the loud noise, Liu Chi also stepped back.
The two of us looked at each other, and then it seemed that there was a tacit understanding. In general, my real Wu Jian stood on my chest, and I spent a second gathering towards the real Wu Jian. I saw that my foot Shi Zhuan slammed into stone powder, and my body shot like a left arrow towards Yang Jidezan, and at the same time stood on my chest, and the real Wu Jian stabbed out with my body.
"Qinglong is out of the water!"
Psst …
There was a tearing sound in the air.
This is my sword.
"Buddha Darani Seal!"
Bang!
This time, the curved arc of Zhenwu Sword is quite large, and my body was instantly bounced back.
"Pick me up again!"
At this time, Liu Chigang slammed his hand and attacked just right to prevent Yang Jidezan from pursuing me.
Bang!
Knock, knock, knock …
Liu Chi’s body regressed and his mouth twitched, which showed that the other party’s strong strength was very addicted to his body.
Psst …
With Liu Chi’s resistance, I have to adjust the attack again. Liu Chi’s body just fell back and I stabbed out again with my real Wu Jian tearing at the air.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang …
In this way, Liu Chi and I tried our best to fight against Yang Jidezan in every move.
After more than a dozen moves, I suddenly found that the attack of Yang Jidezan was weakened, and the powerful impact of the printing method was gradually weakening.
But Liu Chi and I are in the prime of life, and it’s no problem to have another dozen moves to attack.
Hissing …
Woo hoo …
The other side’s strength is weak, which affects Liu Chi and me to attack suddenly.
Kill the enemy while he is ill!
We are both veteran artists. How can we miss this opportunity?
After another five strokes, Yang Jidezan’s eyes showed a trace of anxiety.