Xu Wuzhou dragged his heavy body and slowly walked back to the field step by step.
At this time, he was bleeding from the mouth, his chest was bloody and bloody, and his breath was so disordered that anyone could notice it. Everyone could see that Xu Wuzhou had suffered unimaginable injuries.
This is normal. If you stand still and get punched three times, it is beyond your expectation to be able to stand still.
Xu Wuzhou stood back, looked at Yun Qianzhong and said, "Let them go! Come again!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar around him.
"Tao Master! You have been seriously injured and can't take any more calls!"
"Taoist Master! That's enough! You did your best!"
"Yes! Taoist master, please don't be brave!"
"Master Dao, he just wants to kill you. We have clearly recognized his face."
"A gentleman won't save you! Tao Master!"
"..."
There was a commotion all around, and warriors jumped out one after another and hurriedly tried to dissuade Xu Wuzhou.
Xu Wuzhou waved his hand, suppressing everyone's showing off, and did not explain. He just looked at Yun Qianzhong and said: "Go on!"
Yun Qianzhong was really afraid that Xu Wuzhou would stop right there. He was afraid that he would have a long night and dream a lot, so he waved his hand to let him go. At the same time, he punched for the fourth time again.
This punch was no more powerful than the third punch, because he had used all his strength before. This time, he still did not forget to burn his blood essence.
The fist as powerful as a mountain was blasted out, the space was distorted again, and there was a rumbling sound of oppression. The next moment, it fell directly on Xu Wuzhou.
"Crack!"
Everyone heard the sound of bones breaking, and at the same time they saw the chest that was originally bloody and fleshy. At this moment, they could clearly see the white bones. He flew out, leaving a splash of blood drops in the void.
Yun Qianzhong's eyes were fierce, wondering how Xu Wuzhou, who was seriously injured, could withstand this punch.
The other warriors were silent and looked into the distance, which was the direction where Xu Wuzhou fell.
Chen Jinghong stood there, holding the sword in his hand, looking at the scarlet blood beads in the void with a somewhat absent-minded look.
Lin Yunwei clenched her fists tightly, her lips turned white, her eyes looked at Yun Qianzhong and others, and then turned to Xu Wuzhou.
Some warriors were already flying towards the place where Xu Wuzhou fell, but before they arrived, they saw a young man covered in blood walking out slowly. Although his speed was not fast, he was very determined step by step, just like before.
, walked to the position where he just stood.
In fact, his feet were trembling and already unsteady, but he still tried hard to make his steps look steady.
Seeing this scene, everyone felt emotions brewing in their hearts, feeling uncomfortable and depressed.
Yun Qianzhong never thought that after his fourth punch, Xu Wuzhou could still stand up. But he also felt that Xu Wuzhou's breath was getting weaker and faster.
"Let him go! Come again!"
As soon as Xu Wuzhou said these words, a warrior from the Dao Sect camp shouted in shock: "Master Dao, you..."
Xu Wuzhou waved his hand, interrupted him, looked at Yun Qianzhong and said: "Let him go!"
Yun Qianzhong smiled ferociously and asked the Immortal Pavilion warrior to let him go. The power in his body surged out again. In order to maintain his peak, he even took a pill. The essence and blood burned again, and the billowing power rushed into his fist. He wanted to use this
Kill Xu Wuzhou in one fell swoop.
"I want you dead!"
Yun Qianzhong punched out again. This time Xu Wuzhou blocked his chest with both hands, but Yun Qianzhong didn't care. So what if he blocked it with both hands? This punch will kill you!
The fifth punch vented Yun Qianzhong's anger, which seemed to be stronger than before.
This punch was thrown out, and many people's expressions changed. They wondered how Xu Wuzhou could catch it in his current state.
Xu Wuzhou's expression remained calm and he resisted his punch again.
Just like before, they saw Xu Wuzhou being knocked out.
At this moment, many warriors rushed towards Xu Wuzhou at extremely high speeds. In their opinion, Xu Wuzhou would never be able to catch this punch.
But the situation surprised everyone again. They saw a figure crawling out there.
Only this time, the figure looked miserable and miserable.
At this moment, blood seeped out of all his orifices, his face was covered in blood, and he looked like an evil ghost who had died tragically.
His arms were bloody and bleeding, his chest was also covered in blood, and his whole body was stained with his blood.
He turned into a bloody man and stood there with blood dripping from his feet.
Everyone stared at this scene blankly, never expecting that Xu Wuzhou could still stand up.
Yun Qianzhong was also slightly stunned. He originally thought that this punch was enough to kill Xu Wuzhou.
Silence all around!
Xu Wuzhou in the field didn't seem to notice anyone else's attention. He dragged his heavy body, and his whole body was already trembling. But even so, he still tried hard to move forward, although every step was very slow.
, even shivering unsteadily, but he was still moving.
Every time he dragged his feet forward, a trail of blood trailed under his feet.
He moved forward slowly and arduously, walking step by step towards the place where he had just stood. Blood stained a path, which was shocking.
This scene was visible to everyone. Looking at the figure stumbling forward in embarrassment and watching him trying hard to control his body to walk in a straight line, many warriors' eyes turned red.
This is the Taoist master! One of the common masters in the world! He is one of the most noble people in Sanwanzhou. Such a person, now...
Every time Xu Wuzhou took a step, the blood-red footprints stimulated them, and everyone clenched their fists.
The wind was blowing, their hearts were also whistling, emotions were accumulating in their bodies, and some people with shallow eye sockets were already whimpering softly.
This is the Taoist master. He knows that the gentleman will not save him, but he still takes risks with his life.
How difficult it was for him to walk, every step was bloody.
Everyone's eyes fell on Xu Wuzhou, looking at that ugly-looking figure, but everyone felt that he was extremely tall.
Chen Jinghong held the sword, his eyes as cold as swords, this moment was equally complicated. He held the sword tightly with one hand, and his hand turned white when he squeezed it.
The figure of the bloody man occupied all the spots in her eyes.
At this moment, all he has in him is embarrassment and tragedy. There is no sword, no Tao, and nothing else related to his practice. But why does it shake people's Taoist hearts so much?
It was quiet all around, and Xu Wuzhou walked for a long time, and finally he reached his original location.
That spot was already covered in blood. As Xu Wuzhou stood still again, new blood covered the old blood.
Stand still!
Xu Wuzhou looked at Yun Qianzhong and said, "Let him go! Come again!"
Xu Wuzhou's voice was not loud, even weak. When he said this, he coughed, coughed up blood, and arched his body.
Such a picture and such words finally made the emotions that everyone had been suppressing no longer able to be suppressed.
"Woo!"
Some people let go of their voices and cried bitterly. Looking at the tragic Xu Wuzhou, they shed tears.
For some ordinary people, the common leader of the human race has reached this tragic point.
They don't want to see it, they don't want to see it.
The detained villagers also had tears in their eyes at this moment. They were afraid of death and hoped that someone would save them. But seeing the Taoist like this, even though they were afraid of death, they felt a rush of blood at this moment. Go to hell, don't let the Taoist save them.
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Some women and children looked at the bloody man and started to cry.
When Chen Jinghong heard that Xu Wuzhou was about to receive the sixth punch, his expression also changed. Xu Wuzhou was in such a state that he would definitely die if he received the sixth punch.
Lin Yunwei's face turned paler and she looked at Yun Qianzhong and Xu Wuzhou. She clenched her fists tightly, her fingernails dug into her flesh, and her hands were covered in blood.
Immortal Pavilion has always been great and upright in her mind. Immortal Pavilion is the home she admires, loves and wants to protect the most.
But that young man had shaken her belief. Where Lin Yunwei stood, she felt as if her whole body had been drained of energy and exhausted. Her head was a mess, leaving only confusion.