While talking.

A little cold light bursts out from the side of the iron plate thirty-seven waist.

The cold sword light seemed like a white horse under the night sky, flying straight to Yang Shenxiu.

Fast.

Extremely rapid!

It is the attack power of the real third level of martial arts.

Yang Shenxiu's two eyes under the dark sky light shone with a different kind of light, saying, "It's true that you are a master of the subtle realm, but it's not that easy to kill me." The whip I had put away before.

A swishing sound flew out!

As rushing as a mad dragon!

In the flash of lightning, he was standing in front of him.

No matter how strong the iron card was, the attack was extremely powerful, but he stopped it.

A clamor sound.

It exploded like a turbulent flow of water.

A whole piece of sword light was like a jade plate hitting the ground, smashing into pieces, turning into countless tiny pieces, flying around.

Yang Shenxiu, who stopped this attack, was as if she was electrocuted and flew backwards three or four meters in the air, and then another bang, hitting the ground hard.

It’s not that he is not strong enough.

But because the iron card Thirty-Seven, which has advanced to the subtle realm, is even stronger.

The iron-card killer that Shenlongtang can obtain the number is originally an existence that has risen after storms.

Perhaps at the same level, his strength is not as good as a talented genius like Yang Shenxiu, but after advancing from the subtlety, he can still rely on his previous accumulation to surpass Yang Shenxiu.

Just like now.

Iron Plate Thirty-Seven Hahaha laughed wildly: "People say that Mr. Shenxiu is so powerful, in my opinion, it's just that!"

"Boy, with your strength, you are no match for me at all!"

"I'll kill you, it's very easy!"

"Haha, kill you, I can break free from this iron card identity and be promoted to the bronze medal killer of Shenlong Hall."

"Young Master Shenxiu, thank you for fulfilling me!"

The iron card 37 succeeded in one blow, and the stormy attack followed and then rippled out of his body.

Swallowing cold sword light!

Fierce and powerful!

There is a great momentum to take advantage of the victory and kill Yang Shenxiu.

Faced with such an attack.

Yang Shenxiu looked cold and solemn, and the long whip was rolled up, and in a trance seemed to be constructed into a strong and airtight side.

No matter how hard the sword light of the Iron Card Thirty-Seven poured down like a storm, it still completely blocked it without missing a single trace.

However, Yang Shenxiu's cultivation level was one level lower after all.

Reserves of true qi.

And other existences are ultimately incomparable to the powerful impact of the thirty-seven subtle realms of the Iron Card.

More than a dozen tricks passed.

A dull bang!

The airtight defense was torn to pieces.

Yang Shenxiu groaned, and she could no longer hold on. She rolled and flew backwards, and fell not far from the stone where Yun Xiaoxuan was hiding.

Yun Xiaoxuan was slightly moved and thought to himself: 'Did this guy have already seen me and deliberately led the iron plate 37 to me?'

soon!

The iron plate thirty-seven approached.

The surging and fierce shock waves were crushed against Yang Shenxiu with a overwhelming trend.

But at this time.

Yang Shenxiu roared angrily: "It's not that easy to kill me!" The long whip in his palm seemed to touch a mechanism, breaking with a bang, turning into separate fragments, and then these fragments vibrated.

Like a rainy sky, shooting in the opposite direction, pointing directly at the iron card Thirty-seven.

Iron Plate Thirty-Seven did not expect that this guy in front of him would have such a trick, and he was shocked and even more unthinkable, driving the violent sword light across his body.

But his defense was still a little too hasty.

Not enough to defend.

He was torn apart by Yang Shenxiu's weapons fragments and the sword lights of the explosion, his clothes were cracked, and huge bloody mouths appeared from his body.

The arrogance and wantonness of the previous moment.

This moment!

Only violent anger remains.

It's even more at this time.

Yang Shenxiu let out a long roar, and had easily defeated the strong man's Tongtian Palm before, swept out, and headed straight for the iron card Thirty-Seven.

"I said, it's not that easy for you to kill me!"

This attack can be said to be exchanged for Yang Shenxiu's injury.

But the person in front of him is not many other killers, and there are more tricks.

Another cold light shot out!

This guy rushed out like lightning in his already ragged sleeves.

It was impartial and nailed to the palm force that Yang Shenxiu sprinkled. Before the violent palm force was fully expanded, it had been strangled to pieces. It was even a dagger that drove straight into the sky, like a violent bullet.

A puff!

Through Yang Shenxiu's palm.

The blood was soaring, and Yang Shenxiu finally continued to rise and collapsed with a loud bang.

Most of his kung fu is on a pair of fleshy palms.

Injury to the flesh palm means half of the combat power is destroyed.

I saw this young master with some reputation, with heavy steps on the ground, holding his bloody palms, and constantly retreating.

The iron plate Thirty-seven smiled grimly, and the eyes behind the iron mask were indescribably gloomy and terrifying: "Bastard, I have never been the only one who plots against others, but no one who plots against others!"

"I didn't expect that you will destroy the power today!"

"If you don't stab you to death with one sword, you will be useless!"

Yang Shenxiu retreated.

The iron plate was thirty-seven, and before he knew it, Yang Shenxiu's heel was pressed against the huge rock, and the way backwards was blocked.

The iron plate 37 smiled even more wantonly: "Boy, there is no way out!"

"Haha, I will definitely cut off your head with my own hands."

"Die!"

The sword edge that was horizontally raised pushed the powerful sword light, and stabbed Yang Shenxiu hard.

If this guy succeeds this attack.

Yang Shenxiu definitely can't survive.

At this moment, Yang Shenxiu's face was full of despair.

He did not show Yun Xiaoxuan.

Retreat here is a complete accident.

But just when Yang Shenxiu thought his life was going to be left here this time.

A full and deep voice suddenly came out: "The iron plate is thirty-seven, come and take your life!" Before he finished speaking, there was already a gloomy and even more sour and corrosive atmosphere, rubbing against the top of his forehead and rushing out.

He did not give the Iron Card Thirty-Seven any chance to react. Except for a small part of the failure, most of the others were sprinkled on the Iron Card Thirty-Seven's face.

"What the hell?"

Tiepai Thirty-Seven exclaimed, feeling her face wet, but soon, a wave-like corrosive force spread throughout the body.

'ah!'

The iron plate Thirty-Seven screamed, and his high gaze looked at the cold and extremely familiar face in the night sky, jumping up from behind the huge rock: "It's you!"
To be continued...