Ding He had the advantage with one blow, and immediately his confidence increased greatly. With a roar, he ran towards Xiao Potian with his fists.

Xiao Potian saw that he was surrounded by fists as big as sandbags. It was obvious that most of these fists were phantoms, and the real fists were hidden in these phantoms.

When Xiao Potian was analyzing which one was the real fist, a strong wind suddenly came from behind. He wanted to turn around quickly, but it was too late.

A heavy punch made his body rush several steps towards Ding He, and his body suddenly surging blood.

Xiao Potian let out a mouthful of blood!

Seeing this, Fan Gang and Murong Piaopiao drew out their guns and the other drew out their daggers, intending to join the battle as well.

Ding He succeeded twice in a row and couldn't help laughing proudly.

"Boy, it turns out that's it. Go and die."

This time, the fists from all directions turned into black shadows from all directions.

Fan Gang pointed a gun at this side, but he could only worry, because there were so many black shadows, he didn't know which one was the real person.

And what if you fire a rashly and accidentally hurt Xiao Potian?

Similarly, Murong Piaopiao also faced such confusion. She held the dagger and turned around in a hurry.

"Sweep across thousands of troops!"

With Xiao Potian's roar, the white light suddenly burst into pieces in the yard, and the dazzling white light made Fan Gang and his eyes ached faintly.

A sound similar to lightning sounded in the air, and then a split sound broke, and the yard immediately returned to peace.

Xiao Potian stood in the middle of the yard, and his hair could not be automatically.

The dust and fallen leaves around him were swept up by Ding He's murderous aura also began to fall slowly.

At this time, Ding He was half lying on the ground, looking at Xiao Potian with an incredible look.

Next to Ding He, an arm clenched into a fist fell, and the fist was slowly stretching, and the five fingers were like five bananas, pointing weakly at the sky.

Ding He's face was pale and he covered the broken mouth of his right arm with his left hand.

"Xiao...Xiao Potian, what kind of sword technique are you?" Ding Hexin asked unwillingly.

He had already gained an absolute advantage just now, and he thought he had already taken control of the field. Killing Xiao Potian was just a punch. Unexpectedly, Xiao Potian suddenly made a Jedi counterattack.

This sword technique was so weird that it was completely stabbed from an unexpected angle, and he had no way to defend himself.

He did not believe that a soldier who had been leading troops to fight for many years could develop such a wonderful swordsman.

"The fourth move of Xuanyuan Nine Swords swept across the thousands of troops. I have to thank you. If it weren't for the desperate situation you created, I wouldn't be able to understand the true meaning of this move." Xiao Potian said with a smile.

"Xuanyuan Nine Swords?" Ding He heard this sword technique a little familiar, but he didn't know where it came from.

"Don't you know Xuanyuan Ba?"

"Xuanyuan Ba, is Xuanyuan Ba, the world's number one swordsman? Hasn't his swordsman lost? Why did you know his swordsmanship?" Ding He said in shock.

Obviously, he knew Xuanyuan Ba's reputation, but because he thought Xuanyuan Ba ​​was a very distant existence, he did not connect Xuanyuan Nine Swords with him.
Chapter completed!