Wei Zong's eyes slowly passed over Xia Xiong's body, and finally fell on the people rushing towards him.
"You are running so fast, are you so anxious to die?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Zong was like a ferocious humanoid beast, rushing into the soldiers who were rushing towards him. At his level, even if he didn't have a weapon in his hand, every corner of his body was more powerful than before.
A weapon is even more powerful than a sword.
Wei Zong struck with his palm, and the body of a sergeant on the left side of his body exploded. The powerful palm force also penetrated several people behind him. Then, Wei Zong punched again, hitting a big man in heavy armor in front of him.
Flying out, this big man contained Wei Zong's unparalleled strength, which was condensed but not released, and he was directly hit and killed.
The next moment, Wei Zong lightly stretched his arms, captured the two sergeants in his hands, waved them wantonly, and just opened a path through the crowd.
Wei Zong was like a sharp knife, directly tearing apart the surging crowd, and walked in the direction of Wu Zhao.
He finally figured out that this old man was the one in charge of all this.
To capture the thief, capture the king first, and Wei Zong decided to kill him.
"Want to kill me? Huh!" Wu Zhao snorted, and he naturally saw the murderous intent in Wei Zong's eyes. He turned his hand, and a spear appeared in his palm.
The spear's arms were as thin as eight feet long, and its entire body was forged from black meteorite iron. The sharp spear tip emitted a shrill cold light under the light, which was extremely terrifying.
Even though Wuzhao looks like a thin old man, his weapons are extremely domineering.
The moment Wu Zhao took out his spear, a shadow enveloped him. It turned out that Wei Zong had burst out of the crowd at some point, jumped into the sky, and struck Wu Zhao with a condescending punch.
Boom!
The air was instantly torn into pieces, and the ground was slightly dented under the suppression of the powerful fist wind.
Wei Zong's punch was so terrifying!
Wu Zhao was shocked at first, but the next moment, all the muscles on his body that were like steel bars trembled, he raised his spear and blasted towards Wei Zong.
Even though he may be old, the military commander's perfect strength is no joke.
Fist versus spear!
boom!
After an explosion, Wu Zhao retreated continuously. The hand holding the spear kept shaking, and strands of blood flowed from his palm. This was because the tiger's mouth was shattered.
On the other hand, Wei Zong turned over in the air and landed firmly on the ground, looking like he was taking a leisurely stroll.
A clear distinction between superior and inferior!
Wei Zong looked at his fist, and there was a slight white mark on it, which was the mark left on him by Wu Zhao's blow just now.
"If you can take my punch, you're not bad at all!" Wei Zong looked away from his hand and said seriously to Wu Zhao.
"You..." Wu Zhao almost lost his breath and fainted. Wei Zong's tone, as if he was lecturing a junior, made him feel particularly humiliated.
"Hahaha..." At this time, a sound of laughter came. Wei Zong followed the laughter and looked over. It was the city lord in white. At this time, the other party was also looking at him.
Wu Jue said: "Your name is Wei Zong, right? You are very good, really good. If we can survive this time, you will be my confidant from now on. As long as I have something to eat, you will not
forget you!"
Hearing this, Wei Zong also raised his hands to Wu Jue and said, "I am willing to serve the Lord of the City!"
He knew that the city lord was said to be from a big family in the imperial capital. If he took refuge with him, he might be able to get in touch with some people in the imperial capital.
"You still want to go out?" On the side, Xiao Yuan sneered: "Wu Jue, you have no chance. Today, you still have that kid..." As he said that, he glanced at Wei Zong.
"You are all going to die here! Even your bones will be chewed up and swallowed by these source beasts, and they will only turn into a pile of feces in the end! This...is your fate!"
"Stop talking nonsense and let's fight!"
Wu Jue's eyes turned cold for a moment, and he stood up slowly. His not-so-tall body seemed to stand tall against the sky, and a terrifying aura swept over him, making him feel like a god descending into the world.
Xiao Yuan also became nervous. Despite all the ridicule towards Wu Jue in his words, he really didn't dare to underestimate Wu Jue's strength. Although he was also a strong man in the middle stage of King Wu, he had no confidence in defeating Wu Jue.
None. Even with the addition of this Source Beast King, which is equivalent to the early stage of King Wu, it can only barely suppress Wu Jue.
Otherwise, he would have been unable to do anything to Wu Jue for so many days and could only trap him here.
Feeling Wu Jue's terrifying aura, the Origin Beast King arched his body, his pupils shrunk to the size of needlepoints, staring at Wu Jue, and kept letting out threatening growls in his mouth. All the muscles in his body tightened.
, as if a thunderous strike would be issued at the next moment.
A battle at the level of King Wu is about to break out.
Ignoring the fight between the three powerful Martial Kings, Wei Zong once again charged towards Wu Zhao to kill him.
Wu Zhao's eyes were very solemn, and he raised his spear and stabbed towards Wei Zong's chest like lightning. At the same time, the violent spear light swept across, sweeping away everything in front, and the terrifying destructive power even swept the ground out of the depths.
Deep ravine.
However, facing such a spear, Wei Zong just stretched out his hand slightly, as if the tip of the spear automatically hit his hand, and was easily held by Wei Zong.
"How is this possible?" Wu Zhao was a little panicked. His spear seemed to be clamped by this iron pincer, unable to move at all.
Wei Zong said softly: "If you only have this kind of power, then this battle can be over!"
"Arrogant!"
Anger welled up on Wu Zhao's face. The next moment he stretched out his other hand and put his palm against the tail of the gun. Powerful power surged out and shook the front.
Buzz!
The tip of the gleaming spear suddenly glowed with gun light, and it blasted towards Wei Zong's chest. This series of movements was so fast that Wei Zong was unable to guard against it.
But before Wu Zhao could feel proud, his expression changed again.
Wei Zong stretched out his two fingers, easily caught the spear light, and then crushed it into pieces.
"Is this your trump card? A little trick that doesn't stand up to the table at all? It really disappoints me!" Wei Zong seemed extremely disappointed. Just as he finished speaking, Wei Zong's palm suddenly shook, and an extremely tyrannical wave appeared.
Qi Wu Zhao didn't know how many times the force suddenly acted on the spear.
With a bang, as if unable to withstand such overbearing power, the spear shattered inch by inch and turned into dust on the ground.
Then, before Wu Zhao could react, Wei Zong stretched out his hand and turned it into a palm, directly passing over Wu Zhao. When he reappeared, he was already ten feet away from Wu Zhao.
He was holding a head in his hand, and his eyes were wide open, as if he didn't expect that the other party would be so fast.
Behind Wei Zong, the headless corpse spurted out blood, and it seemed as if blood was raining from the sky. The entire cave space was plunged into an extremely strange atmosphere.