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Chapter 197 Fourteen!

Wang Yiwu ran wildly, with Zhong Xuan Sheng's crazy repulsion, and his pace became faster and faster.

Bang bang bang!

He stepped on the ground step by step, making a deep muffled sound. This showed that in the confrontation with Chongxuan Sheng, he could no longer fully control his strength.

He is constantly releasing himself and releasing a stronger self.

Facing Fourteen's crazy continuous slashes, he responded with thousands of punches.

Blood energy lingered around his fist, twisting like a spiritual creature.

His steps were resolute, and he began to push Shi Shi and Zhong Xuan Sheng back.

There is no victory without me.

Invincible and selfless.

The power is like the cracking of rivers and mountains, and the murderous aura is like a tornado.

Selfless killing punch!

"Is that all?"

Wang Yiwu's fist "slowed down" visually. It was not slow, but because the "power" of this punch was too clear, too profound, and clearly appeared in front of the eyes, so it made people seem to be slowing down.

illusion.

Lift it high, crash it down hard!

"You can do it, Chongxuan Zundu, and it's even stronger!"

clang!

Fourteen, who was wearing heavy armor, was blown away with his sword.

Zhong Xuan Sheng rushed forward, immediately taking Shi Shi's place and resisting Wang Yi Wu. His right hand was already difficult to use, so he raised his left hand high, raised his big fat hand into a sword, and slashed vertically to his chest.

call!

Wherever the sword passed by, the wind sounded as shrill as a ghost crying.

The beheading knife passed down from the fierce butcher Zhongxuan Chu Liang!

As if he was asking Wang Yiwu, can Zhongxuan Zun know this style?

Under the force of this sword, Wang Yiwu was unable to move, as if he was suppressed by a warrior in the execution ground and imprisoned by shackles, waiting for the executioner to cut off his head with a single blow.

At this time, the evil spirits began to erupt from his body.

Either a knife, a spear, a spear, or a gun.

"kill!"

That was not someone's roar, but the natural roar of soldiers gathered together.

Life and death are commonplace matters, not just seen in the execution ground?

Thousands of troops rush to kill each other on the battlefield, and life and death can be heard in an instant.

It is force against force, killing against killing.

In front of the "decapitation knife" that was getting closer and closer, a steel-like fist appeared. It was strong, direct, and fearless.

Use an iron fist against a palm knife, and it will be divided with one touch.

At the most critical moment, Zhong Xuan Sheng withdrew his sword, but his fat body moved like a frightened deer. His whole body suddenly jumped up to avoid Wang Yiwu's punch.

He is best at exquisite combinations of Taoist techniques. He fights like a chess game, moving step by step, trapping his opponent to death unknowingly. However, Wang Yiwu uses the Selfless Killing Fist to defeat skill with force and is not afraid of simple Taoist techniques at all.

The damage, whatever it was, was dispelled with one punch, which just restrained his fighting style.

Wisdom Ruzhong Xuan Sheng, of course, knew that his previous fighting style would not be effective, and he would not make such useless attempts from the beginning.

At this moment, the other person was high in the air, with his right hand clenched into a hammer, and his left hand pressing down on his right hand. He was applying a heavy technique to himself, causing the whole person to fall faster than when he bounced up.

Hammer on the head!

"You look like a fat flea." Wang Yiwu said coldly.

He raised his right hand high, with his fingers spread wide, and he actually used his palm to catch Zhong Xuan Sheng's hammer blow.

And Zhong Xuansheng felt that his hammer, which was as heavy as a mountain, seemed to fall into nothingness.

Wang Yiwu's hand that pressed the hammer was clearly there, but it didn't seem to exist.

In this "non-existence", his supporting palm disappeared, his open fingers closed together, and his fist appeared again, punching the sky!

His fist hit Zhong Xuan Sheng's hammer, pushing against his fat body and rushing upwards!

The sound was annihilated.

It was retrieved again by the sharp breaking wind.

Fourteen, who had been blown away earlier, flew back at this moment, holding the heavy sword with both hands, and slashed at him without fear of death.

Wang Yiwu had to retract his fist and fight with Shi Shi instead.

At this time, Chong Xuan Sheng was blasted high into the sky, his back had hit the roof, almost touching the limit of the "silent beheading order", and there was no room behind him to move.

But at this moment, Wang Yiwu was approached by Shi Shi.

Chong Xuan Sheng released his left hand holding the hammer in time, but his right hand dropped weakly and was completely destroyed.

It was his own choice to give up his right hand and keep the combat power of his left hand intact.

From the beginning of the war to now, he has been making accurate choices, but the naked strength gap still made the war situation develop into this situation step by step.

He directly hit the "border" with his back elbow, and the marked force of the "Silent Beheading Order" knocked him back.

So he "fell" again and clasped his fingers together.

Invisible and immaterial pressure was squeezing towards Wang Yiwu from all directions, as if it wanted to crush him to death, which was of course impossible.

In fact, Wang Yiwu has completely adapted to the influence of Zhongxuan Sheng directly exerted on him at this time. As he said, in terms of Zhongxuan power, Zhongxuan Sheng can also know it, and Zhongxuan Zun can also do it, and it is stronger.

He has faced these tricks before.

Therefore, facing Chongxuan Sheng's attack after a long battle, he could only pause for less than half a breath.

But it was this pause that ushered in the violent explosion of the 14th.

Fourteen's sword style has always been simple and direct, directly facing life and death. The same is true for Wang Yiwu's fists. Two people are fighting together, strong and strong colliding, fierce and fierce.

Wang Yiwu's pause, this opportunity that was not considered an opportunity, was seized by the black epee.

Fourteen pairs of heavy swords entered the scope of the fist. At this moment, it seemed that endless power penetrated into the heavy sword. The black heavy sword was even broken at this moment! It was just wrapped in pure power to complete it.

Only then can the final "mission" be disintegrated.

At this moment, Fourteen gave up all protection, handed over all defense to the negative Yue Jia on his body, and put all his strength into this sword.

To distinguish between life and death.

This sword force can determine life and death!

The war seemed to be coming to an end at this moment.

But Wang Yiwu still just held his fist.

His gaze was terrifyingly harsh.

Punch in, punch out, punch in, punch out.

At this moment, Wang Yiwu punched twice.

One punch up, one punch forward.

It was such a simple two movements, but they were so fast that they seemed to appear at the same time. It was as if there were two fists blasting in different directions at the same time.

An upward punch exploded the air, causing a huge wave of air to overturn Chongxuan Sheng in the sky!

And the forward punch seemed to travel through time and space, hitting Shi Shi's abdomen and hitting the cold hard armor of Fu Yue.

Centered on the contact point of his fist, the entire mountain-thick negative mountain armor quickly spread like a spider web with cracks and exploded!

But at this moment, the heavy sword strike had just approached Wang Yiwu's shoulder.

Then, as Shi Shi's body was blown away, it was pulled away from the top of his shoulders. Only halfway, it shattered into countless black iron filings, covering half of Wang Yiwu's shoulders. The rest fluttered and fell to the ground.

Without Shi Shi's will, the heavy sword collapsed on its own, even more easily than Fuyue Jia.

Chong Xuan Sheng struggled to stabilize his figure in the air, and suddenly turned around, only to see that silent, familiar figure flying powerlessly upside down, with countless pieces of broken armor falling from his body like butterflies.

Showing that graceful and helpless body.

His face was pale and his long hair was flying.

:.:


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