'One general's success will cause ten thousand bones to wither' is the ultimate move of God of War Fist. This is the first time Zhou Yi has used it since he learned this secret skill in Fengyan Cave. It was not that Zhou Yi did not want to use this ultimate move before, but that God of War Fist had not reached the level.
Before reaching full level, this ultimate move had been in a sealed state, so it was only today that Zhou Yi had the opportunity to use it.
As Zhou Yi shouted loudly, his fists that seemed to be pushed out extremely slowly suddenly flashed with red light. In an instant, the entire martial arts arena was filled with blood-red light, and the boundless and vast fighting spirit suddenly came from above as if falling from the sky.
It rushed from the ground to the sky, covering an area of hundreds of feet centered on Zhou Yi.
The faces of the martial arts heroes who were more than ten feet away from the martial arts stage also changed dramatically. They were all oppressed by the overwhelming fighting spirit, and their faces were bloodshot and red. Some of the weaker ones even vomited blood and fell to the ground on the spot, which shocked dozens of people.
Millions of martial arts heroes screamed in shock and hurriedly flew back. The aftermath of just the move was so powerful that they really couldn't imagine what it would be like to be at the center of Zhou Yi's attack.
The person who knows this sense of oppression best is undoubtedly Hong Antong, who is facing Zhou Yi directly. He was originally confident and even sure of seriously injuring Zhou Yi with one move, but at this moment, he is only filled with fear and horror in his heart.
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In decades, Hong Antong had never experienced being so close to death. He even had a feeling that even if his cultivation level reached the state of returning to nature, he would not be able to escape from such a vast attack that was so powerful that it made people despair.
"No more fighting! I admit defeat!!!"
Hong Antong's scream was almost hoarse, and he screamed out in an imageless manner like a shrew sitting in the street howling. There may be many people in the world who dare to face life and death, but he Hong Antong is definitely not one of them.
How can a person who relies on drugs to control himself be a person who is not afraid of life and death?
"I don't want to kill you, but I'm brewing this move too hard, and I can't stop even if I want to..."
Zhou Yi heard Hong Antong's pitiful begging for mercy, but this time, in order to achieve a shocking effect with one blow, Zhou Yi had unprecedentedly gathered millions of zhenqi to cast this killing move.
In addition, he also paid the price of having his top-quality meridians damaged again after his level up. Such a huge amount of zhenqi was simply difficult to control with Zhou Yi's current strength, so he was lucky to be able to release it.
The overwhelming golden-red true energy boiled and rolled, seeming to condense slowly and quickly into a shadow of the God of War. This shadow was at least dozens of feet in size. His gaze was like a solid object. His eyes looked down indifferently, like an ancient god looking down at all living beings, ants on his shoulders.
He saw the hand on the sword hilt move slightly. The air within a thousand feet radius seemed to be shaken by his inadvertent movement.
"No. The power of this move by my sworn brother is too terrifying. The two envoys on the left and right, and the five kings, will quickly pass on my order. Everyone must retreat a thousand feet away. Well, the further away the better. I just
I can buy ten breaths of time for everyone..."
When it comes to buying time for everyone to escape, Zhang Wuji's words are somewhat lacking in confidence. After seeing Zhou Yi's strength in the meeting hall a few days ago, Zhang Wuji originally thought that he was high enough to look up to his sworn brother, but now he saw Zhou Yi
After this was even more exaggerated and even he didn't dare to resist the super trick, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.
"It turns out that out-of-control autumn nights are even more terrifying..."
With unbelievable surprise and emotion, Zhang Wuji finally understood why Fang Buding, a senior Martial Saint who had secluded himself from the world, was so optimistic about his sworn brother. With a slight swing of his arms, Zhang Wuji moved his whole body with energy, supporting the huge God of War.
The boundless coercion emanating from the phantom moved toward Zhou Yi step by step with difficulty. As long as he helped Zhou Yi temporarily suppress this violent force and stand up, he could delay the release of this shocking move.
Zhou Yi, who was not far away from Zhang Wuji, was also full of bitterness. Originally, in order to get the best effect from his attack, he used a super-limit output without any scruples. Only when the move was completely brewed, Zhou Yi realized that he was still
He overestimated his control ability. The impact of the instant output of millions of Qi was far beyond his expectation. Especially the constant system warnings coming from his ears made Zhou Yi even consider committing suicide.
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"Warning! Player Long Qiuye, the moves you perform are indiscriminate and large-scale attacks. A large number of allies gather within the range. If you kill a large number of allies innocently, you will be despised by the entire world and hunted down..."
"Warning! Player Long Qiuye, your meridians are on the verge of violence. If you don't release the huge amount of overloaded Qi in time, you will suffer the punishment of bursting of your meridians and a 90% reduction in your overall strength..."
"Warning! Player Long Qiuye, there are disciples of our sect within the attack range of your moves. If you kill a disciple of this sect for no reason, your sect's prestige and reputation in the world will be greatly reduced..."
A series of warning signals made Zhou Yi's face, which was already red as red from suppressing it, begin to turn purple and blue. As a person who has experienced it, Zhou Yi knows the consequences of killing a large number of his own allies, and the result of the bursting of the meridians is even more terrifying. In today's forum,
There have been dozens of tragic cases of meridians bursting, and Zhou Yi can't even think about killing his own disciples.
If he really unleashes this move today, he is afraid that there will no longer be a place for him in the entire Three Realms. However, Zhou Yi has never experienced it in his past life or this life. It turns out that after instantly outputting more than a million true energy, he can actually cause quantitative changes.
There was a qualitative change. The scenery that was supposed to shock the crowd with one move suddenly turned into the terrible result of one move that stuns the world. Zhou Yi wanted to cry without tears at this moment.
"Damn it, I'm too confident..."
Just when Zhang Wuji was struggling to move toward Zhou Yi despite the terrifying pressure from the sky, and many masters of the Ming Cult were dispatching to disperse the surrounding martial arts heroes, at this time, they were located on a hidden mountain peak about 3,000 feet north of the Holy Mountain. Two people with extraordinary momentum, but
It also revealed that the strange and ordinary old man was looking in the direction of the Holy Mountain with a surprised look on his face.
One of the two old men has white beard and hair, with a child-like face, a short, fat, round face, and a smiling face like Maitreya. The other old man has red beard and hair, like a flame, giving people a strong visual impact as blazing as fire.
This man is tall and tall, with an upright square face and majestic weapons. A delicate red wine gourd around his waist looks quite familiar to people. It is none other than Zhou Yi's martial arts master, Fang Buding.
"Eh? Something's wrong over there. Who can exude such a powerful and shocking momentum? Could it be that one of the other two old guys has also come to join in the fun? That's not right. Those two old guys love face so much.
How can you, temperamentally, take action in front of those juniors regardless of their status? Let me tell you, Lao Fang, what do you think?"
The speaker was the short and fat old Maitreya man. At this moment, in addition to the look of surprise on his pleasant fat face, there was also a lot of confusion and doubts, even though the two of them had come to the Wanjiao Conference, which is a rare event in the martial arts world.
They join in the fun of the grand gathering, but the purpose is to control the scale of the fight. To prevent the three parties of good and evil from fighting too hard and damaging the vitality of the martial arts world.
"..."
When Fang Buding heard this, he didn't say anything. Instead, he closed his eyes with a strange expression as if he was feeling something. When the round-faced old man who asked the question in front of him felt Fang Buding's strangeness, he turned around and was about to ask. But Fang Buding didn't want to.
At this moment, he opened his red eyes with a look of disbelief on his face, and said with great emotion:
"Oh, it turned out to be the aura of my precious disciple. I really didn't expect that a trip to the rivers and lakes would actually improve his strength to such an extent. I actually underestimated this little guy..."
After muttering these words to himself, Fang Buding's expression changed again. Without seeing him move, he had mysteriously disappeared on the spot. Even if he looked around, he couldn't even see the slightest shadow. The round-faced old man saw that
He was stunned for a moment. Then he shouted:
"Lao Fang, what are you doing?! Everyone agreed not to participate, you are committing a foul!!!"
The round-faced old man finished speaking, and Fang Buding came over from a distance, seeming a bit ethereal.
"If your disciple's life is in danger, will you, old man, just ignore it? I won't talk nonsense to you. I have to get my precious disciple down first. What a big deal this brat is, he actually risked his life...
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"What? Your apprentice? Lao Fang, are you kidding me? Even warriors like me, who have reached the highest level in the human world, dare not face such an astonishing momentum. How can your apprentice be capable of this? Alas, alas, wait for me...
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After the round-faced old man sneered at Fang Buding with disdain, he found that the guy had disappeared from his perception. Even though he knew that Fang Buding had gone far away, the round-faced old man was also quite curious about Fang Buding's vows. At that moment
He shouted twice depressedly, then disappeared in a flash.
How terrifying is Wu Sheng's Qinggong movement? For them, the distance of three thousand feet can only be reached in an instant. When Fang Buding appeared within three hundred feet of Zhou Yi, Zhang Wuji, who was originally not even twenty feet away from Zhou Yi,
But we have advanced less than half the distance.
The reason why Fang Buding stopped at the limit of three hundred feet was because he was forced to stop. Zhou Yi's big killing move was already in full force at this moment. Without any luck, Fang Buding reached this point and felt as if the ground was collapsing.
of great power.
"Hey! This exclamation comes from that little kid on the stage?! This is really weird stuff that happens every year, especially this year. Lao Fang, that kid on the stage who is so angry that he is blushing is not your new disciple who blows the sky.
Bar?"
Just when Fang Buding could stop, a faint shadow suddenly appeared next to him. This shadow seemed to be filled with some invisible object. It strangely slowly condensed into a solid body, and finally turned into a short and fat Maitreya.
The old man came. As soon as he appeared, he looked at Zhou Yi on the stage in surprise. The aura of this man was so strong that it was difficult for the old man not to notice.
"What's going on? I don't believe it. I'm not my disciple. How can I be so nervous?"
Although Fang Buding answered the round-faced old man's words, he still looked intently at Zhou Yi, who was on the verge of collapse. He didn't even turn his head when he spoke. However, the round-faced old man didn't care about this. He heard Fang Buding's words.
After answering, he shook his head in amusement and said in a disdainful tone:
"Come on, you, you are a talented person who can unleash such a shocking color at such a young age. When I see you, I will cherish your talent. I'm afraid it would be unreasonable for the other two old guys to meet such a talented person.
Missed it, huh?"
The round-faced old man seemed to sense something when he said this. After looking up to the east, he continued angrily:
"Really speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here, and those two old guys are here too..."
Fang Buding, who was staring at Zhou Yi intently in front of him, couldn't help but relax his red eyebrows when he heard this. However, he didn't say anything in the end, but still stared at Zhou Yi's state cautiously. At this moment, the real feeling in Zhou Yi's body was...
The qi has been violent to the extreme, just like an active volcano that is on fire at a moment's notice. It does not allow the intervention of external forces at all. Fang Buding is waiting for the opportunity to intervene.
Not far from Fang Buding and the round-faced old man, a whirlpool of air suddenly appeared. After the whirlpool rotated gently but tenaciously for several weeks, two old men with white beards and hair, one a Confucian and the other, appeared closely.
After the two of them first turned to look at Fang Buding and the round-faced old man on the other side, the old Confucian scholar sighed with relief:
"Huh, luckily I'm not too late, huh? The person who shows off such incredible momentum is actually such a young kid?! How is this possible?!"
The old Confucian scholar exclaimed in surprise, and the old Taoist priest beside him also had a look of surprise on his face. After the surprise, the abyss-like eyes of the two old men, one Confucian and the other, suddenly shot out with boundless scorching color.
Xiang Zhou Yi's eyes were as if he were looking at some unique treasure, and he even praised without concealment:
"It is simply a crime from heaven that such talented and high-quality people should be buried here. I finally found the successor..."
"Hey! You are indeed a snarky bastard with an air of anger in his nostrils. He has so shamelessly taken someone as his own. I didn't say that I wanted you to be my teacher. Don't be too sentimental!"
Although the round-faced old man looked pleasant and kind, the words he said were extremely hurtful. But judging from the words he said to the two Confucian people, one knew that they would definitely not deal with them.
"Hey, I wonder why this place is full of demonic aura. It turns out that Yu Wengang, a peerless demon like you, is here?! What happened? The lesson I gave you last time wasn't enough, so you came out here to get slapped again after nothing happened?!"
The speaker was the old Confucian scholar opposite who marveled at Zhou Yi. Although he was rigorously dressed and elegant, his words had no hint of a scholar. His eyes looking at the round-faced old man Yu Wengang were also full of ridicule and ridicule.
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"Bah! Damn you old snarky scholar, you are in vain for your self-esteem as a righteous spiritual leader, and you shamelessly bully the minority! If that bastard Taoist priest hadn't helped you at that time, I would have beaten you until your whole family didn't recognize you!"
Being reminded of the painful past, the round-faced old man suddenly raised his eyebrows in anger, but he was born with a smiling Maitreya look. Even though he was full of anger at the moment, his round face still had a playful look, which attracted more people.
Awkward, that’s how awkward it is.
"Haha, for a peerless evil like you, what kind of rules do we need to talk about? Are you not convinced? Come on, let's kill for three more days and three nights!!!"
The old Confucian scholar directly ignored Yu Wengang's responsibilities and waved his hand at him provocatively. He actually challenged Yu Wengang. He was tricked by this old devil last time. If it weren't for the help of the old Taoist around him,
At that time, I was afraid that I would never be able to seek revenge. The old Confucian scholar had long wanted to take revenge. (To be continued...)
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