The two of them returned in vain for the second attack. Zhao Ziyue said intimately: What's going on?

Long Ju can't have such great strength. This was tentative from the beginning when Zhao Ziyue fought alone with him. If he was really so powerful, could he play with him in his palm like a puppet?

So. How did these strengths come about?

Zhao Ziyue stared at the battle between Long Zhu and Xiao Jing, and a ray of light flashed in his mind. But it was just a fleeting moment. Zhao Ziyue could only watch it disappear.

Why is this happening? He himself doesn’t have such great strength, it seems that he has borrowed the strength of others?

Zhao Ziyue's heart suddenly became excited, and his eyes were staring at the battle between Long Zhu and Xiaojing. The problems that had been bothering him suddenly became clear.

Yes, they are leveraging their strength.

During the first test, he and Xiaojing used heavy punches at the same time. Therefore, the two of them could not disperse their strength. They could only face the enemy. In this process, the two stood back to back. Then, when they took action, their bodies suddenly squeezed back and rushed forward again, and there was a rebound force. So, this time, the two suffered a small loss.

During the second test, Zhao Ziyue was not prepared enough and only used 60% of his internal strength. Who knew that Xiaojing was smart this time and no longer used his fists to collide with people, but used a wolf-tooth knife to fork them. In this way, Long Zhu naturally had to avoid head-on confrontation with Xiaojing, and then fight with him. The strength in his body could be fully utilized to Long Ju through his back.

This is also the reason why Long Ju's internal strength has increased twice or even several times at once.

The art of combined attack is such a mystery. If you cannot see through the mystery, you may only die tragically under their palms. And this mystery is simple to say, how can everyone in a short-term fierce battle?

Zhao Ziyue knew that if he couldn't see this move, he might become more and more courageous and would use more and more strength to attack. If he entered such a vicious cycle, it would be bad for him.

However, how did they use their backs to transmit power? This must be a unique skill and the core content of their joint attack technique.

But Zhao Ziyue knew, and I was afraid that he would never know the answer. They would disappear in the wind of the river.

"Xiaojing." Zhao Ziyue suddenly shouted.

Swish!

The voice came out, and Xiaojing, who was still fighting with people just now, had already appeared beside Zhao Ziyue. His figure was as fast as a ghost.

This made the uneasiness in the two old guys Long Zhu Long Ju feel a little deeper. Singles are no matches, and the combined attack technique that has never been done before has failed to take them down.

Who are they? How could they have such a terrifying cultivation at a young age?

Young Master, you really hurt us.

Zhao Ziyue looked at Xiaojing and said, "I have understood the mystery of their joint attack technique. Now, it should be our turn to take action. See if they can see it."

Koi nodded, looking excited.

He looked forward to using this formation with Brother Qilin one day, but he didn't expect that this day would come so soon.

This time, the two of them were no longer standing casually. It was Xiaojing in front and Zhao Ziyue behind Xiaojing's forty-five degrees. Their faces were cold, as if they were doing something very serious now.

Of course, this was mainly the persecution of the bald old man who trained them back then. When rehearsing this set of joint attack techniques, Zhao Ziyue and Xiaojing suffered a lot, and they were not allowed to joke with laughter.

The old bald man said to Zhao Ziyue very seriously: Killing is an art. It is an art worthy of everyone's full commitment and respect.

So, the two of them dared not laugh anymore. Unexpectedly, after many years, once the two stood in this position, they would never laugh as if they were during the training.

Now, let them try their own art to kill people.

The river breeze blows gently, and star lights dot in the distance, and the fresh air hits the face, making people's lungs and six internal organs feel pure and comfortable.

However, the four people on the beach had no time to appreciate the beauty of the night. In their eyes, the opponent's attraction was far more than anything else.

Ao Lingyun's eyes were wide open, afraid of missing any details. He felt that Shuang was about to use his trump card now. The atmosphere in the air was dripping with water.

Seeing the expressions of Zhao Ziyue and Xiaojing, Long Zhu and Long Ju also felt that something was wrong.

Their hearts were obviously tense because of this depressing atmosphere, and they used their backs to give their partners the most loyal support and encouragement.

They are not good at coming.

It moved. Zhao Ziyue moved.

It moved. Xiaojing moved when Zhao Ziyue took the second step.

One in front and the other behind, two black shadows were like lightning, and as fast as ghosts passed in a flash.

Which side to attack?

left?

Or the right?

Long Zhu and Long Ju showed a look of fear on their faces, and their pupils moved with the movement of Zhao Ziyue and Xiaojing. The two of them ran one after another, but they attacked each other together.

The figures of the two people sometimes overlap and sometimes separate, like an arc of separation and reunion.

With one suck, he had already arrived in front of Longzhu and Longju.

At this time, the only reaction they could make was to guess which side Zhao Ziyue and Xiaojing would attack.

Whoosh!

Zhao Ziyue and Xiaojing intersected again, and Zhao Ziyue's domineering fists attacked Long Zhu directly.

ah!!

The miserable wailing sound was particularly harsh on this quiet night. Fortunately, it was far from the dock, otherwise it would have scared everyone who was sleeping, which would probably cause unnecessary group panic.

That was the sound of Longju.

Zhao Ziyue knew that Xiaojing had succeeded, so she was not prepared to actually smash the punch, so she took the opportunity to withdraw. His current role is to attack and assist Xiaojing to win Zhan Qiu's opponent.

But in terms of killing skills and killing speed, Koi is definitely no less than him.

When Long Zhu saw Zhao Ziyue stopping the move, he had no intention of chasing him. He quickly turned around and then took a breath of air conditioning.

Just a round of charge, Long Ju's left arm had been cut off.

The arm was cut from the shoulders. I don’t know if it was the opponent’s intention or the lack of strength. When I cut to the last point, I did not completely cross out its skin. With the help of the support and connection of the flesh, the drooping arm shook left and right in the air. Blood squirted wildly, dyeing the dragon chrysanthemum and his clothes red. Even the face was splattered.

When Long Zhu saw this scene, he felt cold in his heart. Looking at the scene where there was not completely broken and only a little flesh was left to connect his shoulders and arms, the stomach began to sore water.

Too cruel.

The wolf-toothed knife in the hand of the tough boy was flashing blue, and a drop of blood was sliding down quickly along the blade, like red mercury inside the thermometer.

Seeing Zhao Ziyue's eyes coming, Xiaojing shook his head. A few drops of blood on his face looked particularly ferocious.

Zhao Ziyue smiled slightly and said that he had no intention of blaming him.

Xiaojing was afraid that Zhao Ziyue would blame him for deliberately creating this bloody murder method. He explained to Zhao Ziyue that he did not do it on purpose. It was because his strength was not grasped well or the distance of the weapon was not deep enough.

There was an extremely tacit understanding between the two.

"Sister Four! How are you?Sister Four" Long Zhu held back the sour liquid from her stomach and took off her cloth shirt, trying to bandage Long Ju's arms.

Long Ju pushed away the Long Zhu, her eyes red, and she roared like a violent female wolf: "Kill them! Brother. Kill them!"

When she was talking, she had already pounced on herself.

Long Zhu's eyes were full of tears. He knew that he had no chance of victory until now.

People have to die, and goods have to be thrown away. Their combined attack technique, which is not known by their name, is really amazing.

The two of them arrived together, as fast as ghosts. And they couldn't figure out the attack route. They were not allowed to resist.

Originally, he thought about surrendering. If there was any conflict, wouldn’t he just reveal it if he admitted his mistake? Could it be that they had to leave the lives of their two brothers here?

But when he saw the fourth sister pounced on her like crazy, he knew that there was no turning back.

Good sister, brother, let’s go with you. I’m not lonely on the road to the underworld.

Long Zhu also roared angrily, and his fat body rushed towards Zhao Ziyue and Xiaojing.

It was the same position again, with the small well in front and Zhao Ziyue behind. Then Zhao Ziyue moved first and the small well in the back. It was dazzling and dislocation interspersed in disarray, like a butterfly splitting flowers. It was amazing.

Swish!

There was another crisp sound, and then I saw an object being raised into the air.

The arm is Longju's other arm.

Long Ju's body stopped slowly and raised her head to look at her quickly falling arms and blood that were spilling all over the ground. After all, Long Ju, who had one arm, had no combat power.

But unexpectedly, they thought of killing one by one and defeating one by one. There was no sympathy, nor did they think of respecting the elderly and receiving the young. All he thought of was how to traumatize the opponent to the greatest extent and achieve victory.

So, Xiaojing cut at Longju without any hesitation, even though she had lost one of her arms.

Long Ju also calmed down and looked at her arms that were falling under her feet blankly. She seemed to be crazy. Her gray hair flew with the wind, like a madman.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" Long Zhu pointed at Xiaojing angrily and cursed.

Zhao Ziyue shook her head. The fight is no longer interesting.

At this time, the dragon and bamboo were in chaos, so there was no need to use the brothers' killing and attack technique.

Zhao Ziyue turned around and walked forward along the river, leaving a lonely and blurry figure under the starlight.

Ao Lingyun threw away the sack and had no time to slap the mud on his butt, and ran with Zhao Ziyue. He walked side by side. Although he had seen Xiaojing's killing methods on the boat just now, this was something Ao Lingyun didn't want to see when he was ruthless against an old lady in her seventies.

He thought to himself that he had killed people with them tonight and drank blood together. They should treat themselves as brothers!

Xiaojing Han looked and rushed towards Longzhu again.

Either friends or enemies, fight against the enemy, never stop until death!
Chapter completed!