When King Chilin saw that his powerful punch did not solve his opponent, he immediately roared, as if the King of Ten Thousand Beasts, whose self-esteem was provoked, punched him out with another whistling sound of tearing the air.

Because he was mentally prepared in advance, unlike the previous attack, Ma Wujiang finally kept his posture and blocked the attack, but because of the powerful impact, he pulled out a cross ditch on the ground.

The Red Lin King had no intention of letting go of water. He moved his body and chased him. His fists, which were bigger than half of the human body, danced wildly, smashing his prey one after another, and roaring again and again.

Ma Wujiang had no room for dodge, so he could only resist blindly, and guided his force to the ground to retreat step by step. The opponent's attack was a fatal storm that could not be defended without blocking the whole body, so he had to keep defending and had no chance to counterattack under the attack of the storm.

Although the scarred boat was overturned by a storm, flooded by a wave, and photographed into pieces.

As long as you are careless, you will fall into a place of doom.

King Chilin repeatedly attacked, just simply smashing it with his fists, a rough attack without any skills. In the eyes of the warrior, countless obvious flaws appeared in its attack.

But even such a rough attack made Ma Wujiang have no power to fight back. His huge body was no less than speed. This strange beast was filled with the most primitive violence!

"Puff!" Ma Wujiang, who was shaking under the death storm, was finally defeated by a punch, and his whole body was beaten up.

As if to end everything, King Chilin punched another punch and hit the prey in mid-air, because it was impossible to borrow power in the air.

Although it was a very forced posture, Ma Wujiang twisted his body, regained his defensive posture with incredible softness, and once again blocked the opponent's boxing.

But that was just to avoid fatal injuries. Not stepping on the ground means that the impact cannot be introduced into the ground, and the body can only accept it in full. Because of the series of attacks in front, although the impact was reduced by using the method of transplanting flowers and wood, the remaining power was still accumulated bit by bit in his body. At this moment, he was triggered by this punch, as if he encountered an open flame gunpowder depot and suddenly exploded!

Ma Wujiang vomited blood in the air, and his body drew a big arc and fell down. When his back hit the ground, he used the gun to point a little, using the bending elastic force of the gun body to flip his body to the ground.

He raised his head in pain, and Ma Wujiang gasped heavily. The injuries on his body seriously affected his ability to fight, and it seemed that he had reached the end...

He raised his gun again and took a fighting posture. The fighting spirit in his eyes not only did not weaken, but instead became more and more injured.

The attack of the Red Lin King was not over, and it would not end until it was knocked down. Every time he suffered an attack, Ma Wujiang's body was suppressed, as if he was pulling a spring that was tightened to the limit, and every time it seemed like he was about to welcome the last moment.

But he did not retreat at all, and all withstood the fists that the strange beast kept swinging like raging waves, one after another. He knew that he had no chance of winning, and knew that he would be defeated, he still stood firm and patiently waited for the opportunity to reverse.

"Hero, hero, this is the hero..."

"Warriors, Warriors, real Warriors..."

The onlookers were also moved by this scene and whispered. Although they were enemies, their strong and unyielding will was still moving and admirable. What's more, compared to the inhuman monsters on the other side, similar people who were far smaller in size obviously resonated with them. It was just that due to the sympathy, there was no public support. Of course, some Qiyan soldiers who hated Nigus openly cheered for Ma Wujiang.

Hearing the discussion around him, Ji Rentai's face was extremely hard to see. It was so dark that it seemed as if ink could drip out. While using seals to turn the Chilin King crazy, he secretly condensed evil power.

"Ho huh!"

King Chilin seemed to have felt something on Ma Wujiang, and found that the serial attacks could not completely knock down the prey. It roared to the sky like a wounded ferocious beast. Suddenly, he clenched his hands tightly into a punch, and used all his strength to hit it.

That's the moment!

The opportunity that was waiting for finally appeared, and a shocking light burst out from Ma Wujiang's eyes. He seized the fleeting opportunity and all the power that had been suppressed for a long time exploded!

Twisting his waist, stretching his arms, and exerting force. He drilled through the gap between the Red Lin King's fists and stabbed a white scale the size of a palm under his neck. This was the reverse scale, which was always protected by instinctively and never exposed its weakness.

"The overlord returns to the horse!"

The silver spear pierced on the white scales and made a metallic clash, but it couldn't penetrate it!

"The cliff won't return!"

Ma Wujiang's offensive was not over, and the silver spear circled, and the tip of the spear was rushing wildly, causing messy sparks to emerge. The other hand exerted force again, and the palm force hit the tail of the spear, pushing inward.

King Chilin roared repeatedly, but because he was stabbed into the vital area, he was weak all over. In addition, Ma Wujiang was clever in standing, so he was difficult to attack.

With a sudden burst, the gun body broke. Ma Wujiang held half of the silver spear and then urged divine power. The reverse scale showed cracks and the tip of the gun entered half an inch.

Seeing that his success was about to be achieved, Ji Rentai, who had been accumulating his power for a long time, rushed to take action, and the evil power formed nine skulls, and he screamed and hit Ma Wujiang, and his gun was stunned.

King Chilin temporarily recovered his strength, fought his life and hit Ma Wujiang with a heavy punch. While being knocked away, he made a sound of bone breaking, which seemed particularly harsh even in the howling sound of the strong wind.

With a "bang", the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was made, and blood splashed out like liquid contained in a wine barrel, wetting a piece of land.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, as if it was time to end the curtain call, and the heroes who fought fiercely also stepped down...

Ji Rentai thought in fear: Now you can finally stand up...

Amid the surprised eyes of many soldiers, a pair of scarred hands raised high, dripping blood flowing down the arms from their palms. The red hands struggled to hold the blood-white broken gun, and the body, which could not stand up alone, leaned against the gun at the station, and stood up inch by inch.

Half of the body, which was hit by a punch just now, was already bleeding like a human body. The skin was completely exploded, and the blood was soaked in the scales and bloomed with blood flowers, which was extremely cruel.

With empty eyes and pupils as if blind, nothing could be reflected. Ma Wujiang stood up unconsciously, and his fragile body exuded an unyielding will, just like saying that some things can be knocked down, but some things will never fall.

"The clouds surging and the wind striking the iron cavalry, and the swords flashed and the swords appeared... Who has been perfect in the battlefield since ancient times? I don't hate life and death and no one sacrifices..."

A faint sound was accompanied by blood clots, so light that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow away.

However, at the scene of thousands of troops, it was so clear that everyone could hear it.
Chapter completed!