Fight to break the sky

Looking down at the fair and tender woman under him, a lustful smile appeared on Hemeng's face. The evil fire in his heart had just risen. The sharp nerves that had been lingering at the edge of the knife all year round made the skin of his body suddenly tighten, and his heart felt like lightning. There was a flash of warning, and he grabbed the quilt beside him with his palm, and suddenly threw it behind him.

"Tsk."

A flash of cold light easily cut through the quilt, and a shadow quickly flashed into the tent. The cold sword edge slashed at Hemeng's neck mercilessly.

The sudden attack made Dehmeng's face change greatly, and he rolled on the bed in a panic, narrowly avoiding the sword edge.

The strike was fruitless, and the blade of the sword did not stop. It slashed out horizontally. A cold light passed through the fire ball in the tent, and then chased after Hemeng who was hiding, and drew a shallow blood mark on his chest.

"Ah!" Looking at the black figure that suddenly broke in, the woman on the bed suddenly screamed in horror, regardless of the lust all over her body.

The palm of his hand was slightly bent, and a piece of charcoal was sucked into his hand. Xiao Yan shot towards the back without looking back. With a slight muffled sound, the annoying scream also stopped.

"Who are you? Why do you want to assassinate me? Don't you know that I am the third commander of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group?" He Meng shouted angrily as he retreated, his face changed greatly.

"That's why I killed you." The black shadow raised his head, revealing the handsome face of the young man.

"You...Xiao Yan?!" Looking at that young face, Hemeng was stunned for a moment, then his eyes shifted to the huge black ruler behind the young man, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he shouted coldly.

"It's such an honor to be remembered by the Third Regiment Commander."

Xiao Yan smiled slightly, sunk his palm slightly, and then suddenly hit the hilt of the long sword. Suddenly, the long sword turned into a wisp of cold light and shot toward Hemeng like lightning.

The speed of the sword light was extremely fast. Even though Hemeng's response was not slow, it still left a blood mark on Xiao Yan's face.

Licking the blood flowing down his face with his tongue, Hemeng's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he smiled coldly: "You are really brave, you dare to assassinate me alone, but it's fine, we can solve it here. You, so as not to have to search all over the mountains in the future."

As he spoke, Hemeng twisted his head slightly, and a faint fighting spirit began to loom on the surface of his body. A pair of iron fists were clenched tightly, and there was a clicking sound between the joints.

Looking at Hemeng who had entered the fighting state, Xiao Yan shrugged helplessly. This guy's sense of danger was far beyond his expectation, so the attack and killing plan had failed.

However, the sneak attack was just Xiao Yan's attempt to be lazy and save some energy. Now that the plan to save energy has been shattered, Xiao Yan doesn't mind spending more effort. Moreover, after several months of hard training, Xiao Yan does need to fight. Measure your progress.

The body twisted slightly, and the sound of bones snapping was no less than that of Hemeng. He slowly spread his palms, and then clenched them tightly, and a yellowish fighting spirit surged into his fists.

"Boy, treating me as prey is your stupidest decision!" A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Hemeng smiled sinisterly, slamming the soles of his feet on the ground, rampaging like a giant monster. He rushed towards Xiao Yan.

Looking coldly at He Meng who was charging towards him with ferocious energy, Xiao Yan slowly stretched out his palms, then suddenly spread them out and shouted softly: "Get out!"

As Xiao Yan's shout fell, ferocious energy suddenly spurted out from his palms, hitting He Meng's body hard as he rushed forward.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the bloodlust on Hemeng's face solidified slightly, and the forward figure suddenly shot backwards, with the soles of his feet gripping the ground. He didn't slow down until a deep groove several meters away was created on the ground. Stop slowly.

"The boy really has some skills." A look of solemnity appeared on his face. Hemeng breathed out slowly and hit his chest with his fist. He saw that the originally bronze skin gradually became a little pale. .

"I practice the rock technique, which is said to have the strongest defense among attributes. With your strength, you can't break my defense!" He Meng sneered and tightened his fist. Even his arms were pale. color.

The soles of his feet stepped heavily on the ground again. Hermon's speed this time was obviously faster than before. The violent speed and the wind pressure caused by it made the tent bulge.

Feeling the fierce wind pressure on his face with a calm expression, Xiao Yan turned his body slightly to one side, and with ferocious energy, his huge fist flew out diagonally close to his ear.

With a slight stroke of his toes on the ground, Xiao Yan walked around behind Hemeng like a ghost, and hit his cervical vertebrae heavily with a fist filled with fighting spirit.

"Dang!" The fist hit Hemeng's body, but there was a crisp sound like hitting a rock.

Frowning slightly, Xiao Yan withdrew his fists like lightning. With the help of his own speed, his fists and elbows suddenly struck out instantly. Each attack hit the same spot. Suddenly, a series of shouts were heard in the tent. The sound of rocks hitting.

"Go away, annoying fly. I've told you before that with your strength, it's impossible to break my rock defense!" With fierce energy, his right foot kicked out behind him heavily. He sneered proudly.

Both palms were slightly curled, and as soon as they made slight contact with Hemeng's soles, the tyrannical power contained in them suddenly caused Xiao Yan's body to be shot backwards.

"It is indeed one of the fighting qi that is said to be the most suitable for hand-to-hand combat. This power... is really strong." His body flipped in the air, and Xiao Yan fell back to the ground steadily. He shook his sore and numb palms and exclaimed in his heart.

"Boy, with your strength, you still want to go against the Wolf Head Mercenary Group? You are simply seeking death!" Hemeng casually patted the dust on his back and said with a cruel smile: "I don't have time to play with you, so I'd better finish you off quickly. Come on, so as not to disturb my good deeds."

Slowly spreading his fists on his chest, Hemeng's legs tensed up, and the hair on his head suddenly stood upright. A slightly white fighting spirit flashed rapidly in his eyes.

A mouthful of white gas was exhaled from Hemeng's mouth. At this moment, Xiao Yan seemed to find that Hemeng's hands and feet suddenly became much stronger.

On the bare arms, the pale muscles were constantly beating, and ferocious power was rapidly gathering beneath them.

"It's over, kid!"

Feeling the gushing power in his body, He Meng grinned at Xiao Yan, his white teeth looking a bit ferocious.

Looking at He Meng, whose strength suddenly soared a lot, Xiao Yan's face became slightly solemn, and fighting energy gathered in his palms.

After a moment of brewing, the power in the body reached its peak state. Hemeng stepped on it with the sole of his foot, and the speed of increase was as fast as that of Xiao Yan.

The vision in front of him was blurred, and Hemeng with a ferocious smile on his face flashed out, and his huge fist, with a sound of oppressive wind, hit Xiao Yan's head fiercely.

The ferocious energy coming from the top of his head caused Xiao Yan's expression to change slightly. From the palm of his hand, the energy suddenly shot out. With the help of the reverse thrust caused by this force, Xiao Yan retreated violently.

"Want to run?" Looking at Xiao Yan who was retreating in a hurry, Hemeng sneered, and with one step, he caught up with him. His body was slightly arched, and then like a prostrate leopard, he appeared in front of Xiao Yan again in the blink of an eye. In front of the flames.

"Go to hell!" With a ferocious laugh, Hemeng's fist hit Xiao Yan's head angrily again.

Seeing that there was no way to escape, Xiao Yan frowned, the fighting energy in his body also circulated rapidly, and then he met him fiercely with both fists.

"Bang!"

A dull sound exploded inside the tent, and on the ground where the two came into contact, a layer of loess was blown away by the storm caused by the huge physical force.

"Dare you confront me head-on? Get out!"

Seeing that Xiao Yan dared to choose to confront him head-on, a hint of cruelty flashed in Hemeng's eyes, and all the fighting energy in his body flowed along the meridians, and then bombarded out.

"Hmph..." The huge force made Xiao Yan's face pale slightly, a low groan came from his throat, and he staggered back quickly, until he reached the edge of the tent, and then he slowly stopped.

"I didn't expect you to be able to survive the head-on collision with me. It seems that you often practice physical training, right?" Seeing that Xiao Yan seemed to be only slightly injured, Hemeng couldn't help but said in surprise. You know, practicing The suffering suffered by the physical body was far beyond what could be compared to just practicing Dou Qi. Looking at Xiao Yan's tender skin and tender flesh, it was hard for him to imagine that the latter was also a person cultivating the physical body.

"It seems that it is still a bit difficult to deal with the Eight-Star Fighter without untying the restraints..." Xiao Yan rubbed his somewhat stuffy chest and suddenly sighed to himself.

Listening to Xiao Yan's low voice, He Meng couldn't help but frown and then sneered.

Sighing and shaking his head, Xiao Yan slowly took off the Xuan Zhong Ruler from behind in front of He Meng, and then threw it aside casually.

"Bang!" Where Xuan Zhong Chi landed, there happened to be a piece of hard rock pressed against it, and this rock, under the terrifying weight of Xuan Zhong Chi, was crushed into powder as expected.

Staring blankly at the ball of white powder, Hermeng's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinholes, and a touch of horror slowly rose in his heart... This guy has been fighting with such a heavy thing on his back?

After taking a deep breath, Hemeng looked at the young man again, with a hint of solemnity and horror in his eyes.

Ignoring the change in the other person's eyes, Xiao Yan gently stretched his body. The fighting spirit that surged in his body instantly filled his body with strength.

"I'm sorry, I just used you as a test stone." He raised his face, a trace of apology appeared on the handsome face of the young man, and smiled at Hemeng, and then his body suddenly flashed away.

The shadow in front of him flashed by, and before He Meng Shang could react, the young man's soft voice slowly sounded in his ears.

"It's over, the third commander of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group..."