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Eight hundred and twentieth eight chapters kill you

boom!

The fierce sound of breaking through the air struck, and the pupils of the strong God Marching soldier shrank slightly, and he arched his palm upwards, like a steel whip. The opponent was just a warrior, and he felt that a whip hand was enough to block it.

At the same time, he punched Feng Xiu with his other hand, forcing Feng Xiu back, preparing to deal with the guy who came forward first.

Seeing the opponent dragging him so hard, Wei Zong smiled coldly, and the five fingers of his fist that had been smashed suddenly opened up, like an eagle's claws, and suddenly grasped the arm of the powerful marcher.

As a strong man at the level of a military commander, his muscles are naturally incredibly condensed. When Wei Zong grabbed it with his palm, he felt that what he was grasping was not flesh and blood, it was incredibly hard.

"Grab my arm? Boy, all my skills are in this arm. It's as hard as divine iron."

The strong man from the Marching Army laughed loudly, feeling that Wei Zong was overestimating his abilities.

"No matter how hard it is, so what? Let alone flesh and blood, even if it is real divine iron, it will be crushed by me!"

As he spoke, Wei Zong exerted force on his palms, and poof...his five fingers suddenly stabbed hard into the arm of the powerful divine marcher.

"What!"

The severe pain suddenly came, and the strong man of the Marching God trembled in his heart. His arms shook and he was about to throw Wei Zong away. Unfortunately, it was too late. The next moment, there was only a click, and the hard bones were crushed to pieces.

"ah--"

The strong man from the Divine Marching Army screamed, but before he could make any more moves, Wei Zong used his palms hard again and pulled hard, and actually pulled the arm off alive.

Poof!

Blood spattered and stained Feng Xiu's body.

"My arm! Who the hell are you!"

The strong man in the Divine Marching Army was shaking all over. He covered his broken part with an expression of extreme pain. His arm was torn off while he was still alive. The pain almost made him faint.

But before Wei Zong could answer, Feng Xiu's eyes flashed on the side, and a huge fist as big as a bowl crashed down on the strong man of the Divine Marching Army.

While you are sick, I will kill you!

After losing an arm, the powerful God Marcher lost most of his strength. When he fought Feng Xiu again, he fell directly at a disadvantage.

"I'll leave this guy to you, and I'll deal with the people above!"

Wei Zong glanced at Feng Xiu, then slowly raised his head and looked at the top of the canyon. He had not forgotten that the strongest one was still up there.

As he spoke, Wei Zong suddenly jumped upwards, ran over the falling rocks for a few steps, and soon arrived at the canyon.

When he reached the top and saw everything that happened, Wei Zong's eyes turned slightly cold.

Click!

The tall general was breaking the last man's neck when he saw the five men brought by Wei Zong all falling into a pool of blood.

As if sensing Wei Zong's gaze, the tall general slowly turned his head, and when he saw it was Wei Zong, he raised his brows slightly, looking a little surprised.

"You took my knife and you're not dead yet?"

Wei Zong looked a little gloomy and did not speak. He just walked forward lightly, and the distance between him and the tall general was quickly closing.

Beside Wei Zong, many divine marchers raised their swords and were about to rush over.

However, the tall general raised his hand.

"Back off!"

The gods stopped marching, and then the tall general looked at Wei Zong with interest.

"If you can take my sword, you must not be a nobody. Boy, I am the general of God's March, Xue Hong. What is your name?"

"Weizong!"

Wei Zong said calmly while striding forward.

"Okay, Wei Zong, you are proud enough to be able to die by my sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the divine light in Xue Hong's eyes suddenly burst out. He pulled out the long knife stuck on the ground, and rushed to the front of Wei Zong. It wasn't until he left that the place where he was standing cracked.

, which shows how powerful the explosive power is.

"Die!"

Wow!

The long knife cut through the sky, buzzing and trembling, and slashed towards Wei Zong's head. Under the strong pressure, even the air was pressed into a thin piece, and Wei Zong's hair was chopped off.

Wei Zong's body tensed suddenly, and the sword light in his eyes was getting closer and closer. On his chest, the six small sword shadows suddenly glowed, and extremely powerful power burst out from Wei Zong's body, sweeping through his body in an instant.

All God.

Immortal sword body!

"drink!"

Wei Zong stepped hard, and power exploded from his feet. He also exerted force in his waist and abdomen. The power was superimposed layer by layer, spread across his body, and finally concentrated on his fist.

Wei Zong punched upward, as if even if the sky fell, this punch could withstand it.

This punch directly used Ju Canghuang's true intention.

It's both a punch and a sword!

Boom!

With one punch, the air rippled like water waves, and all sounds between heaven and earth seemed to have been lost, leaving only the fist and the light of the sword.

The next moment, the fist and the sword collided, like a volcano erupting, the two forces exploded at the same time!

boom!

The sword light flew backwards in an instant, and Wei Zong also stomped back a few steps.

There was a deep wound on his fist, but under Wei Zong's strong control, no blood flowed out. However, Wei Zong was still injured.

On the other side, Xue Hong was even more horrified. He looked at the long knife in his hand. There was already a gap in the sword that he cherished like his life. Although the gap was not big, the flaw made the knife less perfect.

"Are you really just a warrior?" Xue Hong looked at Wei Zong in shock. He was a middle-level military general, but he actually fought with a warrior to such an extent.

"Warrior or general, does it matter?"

Wei Zong stood up with his fist closed and said calmly: "I only trust my fist. It doesn't matter the warrior or the general. As long as he is my enemy, I will kill him. It's a pity that you don't have such courage. You care too much.

Cultivation of realm!"

Having said this, Wei Zong sighed lightly, as if he was telling a fact.

"So, you are destined to die here!"

"Arrogant!"

Xue Hong was furious. Although the opponent was very strong, he was overestimating his capabilities if he said he wanted to kill him, a mid-level general!

"Are you arrogant? You will know when I beat you to death!"

Wei Zong's body suddenly moved, like a big mountain hitting Xue Hong, and he was punched down again.

It’s like a sacred mountain falling, and like the sky collapsing!

This punch carried an unparalleled force, making it difficult for Xue Hong to breathe. Under the squeeze of such a punch, the air around Xue Hong's body seemed to have turned into a solid body, making him unable to move at all.

He waited helplessly for the punch to fall and smash himself into a pulp.

"How can a mere warrior be so strong!"

There was some despair in Xue Hong's eyes, and the breath of death completely occupied his soul. However, under the breath of death, it seemed that it also stimulated the potential of his whole body.

"Ah, how could I die like this!"

The next moment, an unparalleled aura erupted from his body, and a silver-white sword light erupted from his sword light, breaking through the blockade of Wei Zong's punch and slashing towards Wei Zong.


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