The breath of the remaining two people is like a cold snake approaching rapidly.
The distance of more than ten feet is almost audible to the black iron master, and the winner may be decided as soon as the murder is instantaneous.
No matter how you look at it.
Zhou Jia is a dead end!
Two late black iron, one close to the late black iron, three people are even more proficient in the joint method against the enemy, one injured and armed.
Mo Shuo Zhou Jia
Even Zhang Jiucheng asked himself to run for his life in the face of this situation.
"Ah …"
In the face of the three-person offensive, Zhou Jia turned out to be light, and then his body shook and strode towards the old man in black.
He is as steady as a mountain when he is still.
easily
Like thunder and fire
If there is a real horror breath, the old man in black feels that breathing black at the moment is not a promotion.
How is that possible?
The old man in black shrank his eyes in horror.
He is well-informed, and many black irons have been handed over in the later period, and there are many other ethnic groups, but one person has such strong coercion.
He felt as if he was not alone but a mountain!
A mountain of gold and iron!
"on the defensive!"
The old man in black drank heavily, and the pike in his palm trembled, and the cold star flashed out and turned into a heavy gun curtain to stop Zhou Jia.
Three people’s breath is the same, but he has three people working together.
"Ben Lei!"
Zhou Jia’s movement is very simple. A palm is pushed to the halfway point. The five fingers pick up the fist and explode like the wind, making a sound like amityville horror.
Such a horrible blow directly smashed the front of the gun and hit the gun.
"Ding …"
Boxing, gun intersection unexpectedly issued a collision of gold and iron.
The old man in black felt that he had bumped into a mountain, and his palms were numb, and his mind was stunned and his posture was swept back with horror.
"Shout …"
A blow forced Zhou Jia, the biggest threat to himself, suddenly turned and looked straight at the sword holder.
"death!"
It’s a catch to drink low in the mouth and stretch his five fingers towards the bearer
He is ordinary but mysterious, like a spiritual ape picking peaches and Jia Ye picking flowers, giving people a sense of hiding.
Claw method this has entered the realm!
It is well known to outsiders that Zhou Jia’s axe technique is exquisite and transcendent.
I don’t know that with the characteristics of enlightenment, he has already achieved the general principle of one law, and many tricks of palm and claw can be seen at a glance.
That is to say, the seemingly simple method of grasping a few top claws is hard to be accomplished without decades of hard work for others.
The sword-bearer can’t avoid changing his body shape despite his best efforts.
Only the roar of one man’s sword and the confluence of three people humanized a sharp sword light into the palm of his hand.
"Hey!"
The black iron Xuanbing’s grasp was hard to break on the spot.
The sword-bearer was also pinched by Zhou Jia’s arm for two meters and a half, which made him buckle the whole bust of the other side with one hand.
Take out the other arm and grab the legs of the sword holder.
"Yunlong!"
"Second brother!"
The old man in black was left alone, and his face turned nasty and approached.
The knife holder is not far away, that is, the knife light flashes and cuts an arc straight to the back of Zhou Jia’s neck
Kouga, the old man in black, clenched his body and turned into a wisp of breeze and silver gun, which was hidden in the middle of a little cold mountain and stabbed Zhou Jia in the middle of the back.
Two people attacking the enemy will save the flank.