At this time, Zhong Ling'er's eyes were wide open. She had been living in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations since she was a child. Although she occasionally escaped and went out to play, she had never seen such a large-scale fight, and it was a hundred people fighting against one person.
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She had never seen the scene where the heroes fought against the Dali officers and soldiers in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations. At that time, she had already been tapped by Hua Hegen on her sleeping point. After being shaken out of the tunnel by nothingness, she had been in a coma, so she was also in a coma at that time.
No one noticed her presence.
Dozens of beggars holding bamboo sticks looked relaxed and relaxed outside.
The old man who took the lead was looking at nothingness with a solemn face at this time, and his two thick eyebrows were raised. Except for the gang leader Qiao Feng, he had never seen anyone with such powerful martial arts, and he and Qiao Feng's
There is a direct difference between being strong and fierce, "replying others with their own way", allowing yourself to be injured by your own martial arts, this is too weird and unbelievable, and it makes people even more fearful.
"Set up the formation," the old man yelled, and the dozens of beggars behind him immediately started to move quickly, lined up in a certain direction and step, and finally formed a semicircle, surrounding the void behind them.
Ten bamboo sticks were aimed at his back.
"Kill" a group of beggars shouted loudly, flipped their wrists, and dozens of bamboo sticks vibrated at the same time, making a sound that broke through the air, and whizzed towards the void.
Xuanwu took a deep breath, and then his energy suddenly sank. His true energy came out from his back, and his clothes were blown up. The thin pieces of clothes fluttered with the strong wind, as if they were wrapped around a building.
The hill was knocked backwards.
Bang bang
There were several loud sounds like metal collisions, and the dozens of bamboo sticks seemed to hit a hard copper wall and iron wall. The huge force of the shock shook the bamboo sticks into the air, and dozens of people were suddenly stunned.
It hurt, and there were a few bloody openings.
Just as a batch of dozens of bamboo sticks were shaken open, there was another whistling sound, and dozens more fell down, hitting Xuan Wu's head with fierce force.
This formation of the Beggar Clan, once people are gathered together, the attacks are divided into two groups. Dozens of people attack at the same time, just like two arms of one person, holding a huge bamboo stick in one hand.
, fought down alternately, with great force, swiftness and fierceness.
Xu Wu frowned, and a surge of true energy surged up. Suddenly, the black hair on the back of his head flew up, like black steel needles standing up and piercing into the sky.
tsk tsk
There was a dense sound, and the black hairs were like steel needles piercing into dozens of bamboo sticks, piercing dozens of bamboo sticks with countless small holes, and then twisted and crackled.
After that, dozens of bamboo sticks were shattered from the front end, turning into fragments and bamboo chips flying everywhere. Some of them were stuck in the back and entered the bodies of several people, as violent as pear blossoms in a rainstorm.
call
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew in his face, and his vision dimmed. A huge bag fell towards the hood of Xian Wu's head, like a giant bell pressing down, trying to cover Xian Wu's entire head.
Xuanwu raised his brows, used his strength in his hand, and struck out with his right palm. His skill was extremely profound. As soon as he hit the palm, there was a loud roar, and strong winds followed. Before the palm could reach, the huge bag was already blown away.
His palms swayed far away in the wind, and the old man's arms trembled, and he almost couldn't hold the giant bag in his hands.
A palm was slapped into the mouth of the bag, as if a Buddha's palm was driven into the netherworld. The old man was immediately happy and hurriedly pulled with one hand. As he pulled, the mouth of the bag instantly became smaller.
Then the arm of nothingness was tightly bound.
boom
The power of the void palm is extremely powerful, the strength is terrifying, and there is a small cloth bag that he can hold. As soon as Hajime slaps it into the bag, the palm of his hand immediately spurts out, and the bag suddenly bulges up quickly.
, then exceeded the limit and exploded.
The surging force surged out, like the Milky Way pouring out in all directions, and floods rushing in all directions. The old man was immediately blown away by the force and took several steps backward. His body was trembling and he almost couldn't stand.
The rags flying all over the sky with the strong wind, and then fluttering down. The old man looked at the rags falling like autumn leaves, and felt that his heart was torn into pieces like the bag. This was his
The famous weapon is woven from extremely precious materials. Its texture is extremely tough. Even if it is chopped with a knife or an axe, it may not be able to damage it at all. Today, it has been completely reduced to powder and fragments.
At the same time, the look in his eyes as he looked at nothingness changed drastically. He could break his pocket with one palm, and his profound skills were absolutely terrifying. This old man was confident that even Qiao Feng's most powerful and unforged Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms might not be possible.
It can break its bag with one palm.
His idea is not false. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are extremely powerful, but they have to be hit hard. This bag is soft, and hitting it with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is like hitting a sponge, which is difficult to achieve.
It was broken with a palm, but the void was swelled and exploded from the inside with its incomparable power.
Suddenly he turned his eyes and saw Zhong Ling'er sitting across from the void. Judging from his appearance, he was thin and thin. Although he had martial arts skills, he was not worth mentioning in the eyes of a master like him. He was definitely not the same as Murong Fu.
Good people.
Immediately, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he turned sideways, grabbing Zhong Ling'er with a skinny and old claw. Niwu, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly said "Hmm", and then a lustful look flashed across his eyes.
, his body immediately got up from his seat and turned into an afterimage and rushed forward.
The moment he left, dozens of bamboo sticks fell again and hit his shadow. Bang, a wooden chair was beaten into pieces and splinters.
Xianwu was angry in his heart. Originally, he showed mercy and never really killed these people. Unexpectedly, these people didn't know that some of their crimes were indiscriminate and actually wanted to touch his people.
Zhong Ling'er is the one who follows him and is his. As for nothingness, he can care about all the people in the world, but for the people who belong to him, no one can touch him. Except for himself, the old man's behavior will
This angered him, and he rushed forward with murderous intent in his heart.
click
The sound of bones breaking sounded. One of the old man's arms was broken in the middle, and the outstretched iron claw turned into a stump and hung down. He was hit by Xu Wuxu's palm, and the bones were turned into powder. It would never be possible again.
back to normal.
As his chest was grabbed, a huge suction force came, like a huge whirlpool appearing in his chest. The true energy in his body came out and was quickly sucked clean. His body went limp, and he had no time to fall down.
Terrifying power spurted out from the palm in front of him again.
boom
A dignified elder of the Beggar Clan was blown up in an instant. Blood mist filled the air, minced flesh and bones flew everywhere, and a vast rain of blood rained down, falling drop by drop on the second floor, stained with blood red.dd