Chapter 315 Rarely Fist the Enemy, Who Is Not an Individual Cultivator!
After the group of monsters, more than forty demon cultivators did not take action. Among the more than forty demon cultivators, there were five demon generals. These five were extremely powerful and they were observing the battle situation patiently, but no one ended up.
Su Shouzhuo bombarded the next big monster with his fist, which immediately attracted the attention of five demon generals.
"Oh? Physical cultivation!"
A demon general's eyes showed a bit of arrogance and joke, and he turned around and swept away the great demon cultivators.
"Who will give him some color?"
"I'll go!"
"I'll go!"
"It's my turn to go!"
Swish swish swish swish!
Three seventh-level demon cultivators flew out at the same time. The three demon cultivators are the main bodies of the wild cow, the elephant, and the hornwool. They can be said to be born with divine power and can also be ranked at the forefront among the 100,000 demon clans.
The three great demon cultivators took action together and refused to give in to each other.
Wherever you pass, the low-level monster was trampled to death by its heavy body!
Relying on outside the city wall, Su Shouzhuo, who showed his power, surged his blood and energy. He was very excited. Since he entered the Holy Academy, he has begun to restrain his mind and confine his original heart by keeping his clumsy. His cultivation of the great way is also because of his cultivation of Confucianism.
The law delays.
Su Shouzhuo saw that Gu Yusheng's sword was extremely sharp. With one sword, dozens of monsters would die under the sword. He also inspired a competitive spirit. His body bones crackled, and the fist wind came, and the monsters would crush him.
When making meat paste, his body emitted a faint silver light. When he was in the bone calcined realm, he tempered his body to silver bones, and even had a few golden bones. Unfortunately, the opportunity was slightly worse and he could not go further.
Bang bang bang!
Su Shouzhuo used his fist to sweep the four directions, gradually widening the distance from Gu Yusheng. He focused on fist, his blood and energy surged, and his spiritual sense sharpness greatly decreased.
Three figures came from the air and ran like thunder in the siege of the demons.
The goal is Su Shouzhuo.
At the same time, Gu Yusheng used a sword-controlling technique to escape the demon-slaying sword, rotated the sword body and slashed towards the tall wall of Lucheng. Under the chaotic situation, there was a special stone wall among the group of monsters.
Beasts can be firmly nailed to the wall with their limbs. If they are connected to form a ladder, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Flying sword, Gu Yusheng used his finger to replace the sword, sweeping around the bloodthirsty monster beside him. When the blood light splattered, Gu Yusheng looked to the side as if he felt something, and the three rushing towards him were not showing their demonic energy.
The figure made Gu Yusheng's subconscious eyelids twitch.
What a strong blood!
"Brother Su, be careful."
Gu Yusheng shouted, and pointed his sword and shot like rain.
Gu Yusheng's sword shot very quickly and arrived in a moment.
Facing Jian Yu, the three demon cultivators at the seventh level raised their hands and used the monsters around them to resist Jian Yu, and their speed did not decrease at all.
The monster in the middle ran into elephant, smiled contemptuously and pinched his fists out of thin air. The dull sound triggered a dull thunder. The strong wind formed by the fist seemed to have pressed the air dry. The sword rain that stabbed the front of his body was shaped by the invisible energy.
Most of the time it resolved, its power was greatly reduced, and the rest of the sword rain thorns were running towards the elephant, and he did not dodge or avoid it.
Strong and firm!
The sword rain hit the body, making a sharp metal collision sound, and sparks flew everywhere.
At this time, Su Shouzhuo had noticed that three powerful demon cultivators were attacking, but it was a little late compared to usual. He wanted to use Confucian magic, but it was too late. In addition, his blood was turbulent at this time, and he was secretly competing with the demon cultivator.
He took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and punched him quickly.
The invisible strong wind blew over his face. The physical boxing technique that Su Shouzhuo performed was called the Twelve Mountain Fist. The meaning of the fist was to be stacked. One punch, one heavy mountain, two punches, two heavy mountain. If you practice it deep, you can stack twelve punches.
It can shake the world, but unfortunately he has been slacking off in practicing physical skills in recent years. In addition, his own personality, he has promised to be able to win the strategy of "wisdom". He has no time to immerse himself in boxing, so he took a different approach and secretly matched this boxing with fast fist.ъìqυgΕtv.
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The punch just now was superimposed with nine punches, which looked like a punch!
The three demon cultivators felt the power of this punch, and the contempt on their faces disappeared. The fist that was attacking like a mountain really scared them.
"drink!"
The three demon cultivators who are good at physical strength each clench their fists and blasted towards Su Shouzhuo at the same time!
Gu Yusheng, who was standing beside him, felt the surging fist intent of both sides and was slightly shocked, but the next moment, his expression suddenly changed.
"Oops."
Squirt!
The lightning surging on Gu Yusheng's body, and the blue dragon wrapped in thunder in his body was exactly the combination of the Canglong Art and the Thunder Art.
Gu Yusheng's mind moved, and the demon-slaying sword roared back, but there was still a distance.
"It's too late."
In desperation, Gu Yusheng suddenly clenched his fist, and bursts of jade light appeared on his body. His fist was as bright as gold, which was the Vajra Fist that the Cangxin Ape had used by the Great Brahma Holy Land!
Gu Yusheng kept tightening his body, but rarely used his fists and palms to fight against the enemy.
Now I am afraid that Su Shouzhuo will have an accident. Before the sword reaches its hand, it will use three punches to bombard Su Shouzhuo's boxing technique in secret.
A distance of dozens of feet.
The fists of both sides arrived in a moment and collided in the air!
First, there was a bright silver fist shadow, and there were two mountain passes vaguely superimposed. At first, it could resist the fists of the three demon cultivators. The fist was based on force and force. When the collision was met, the sound was stuffy, and the surrounding monsters were in the fist strength.
The range was spread and it instantly dissipated into blood mist with the wind. Even the monsters with hard bones could not retain their complete bones and crush them into powder.
Su Shouzhuo's fist intention lasted for only a moment, and the mountain formed by the fist intention suddenly collapsed.
Although the subsequent eight punches were powerful, they did not have the power of the boxing spirit, which could not withstand the fists of the three demon cultivators.
The power of the destruction dissipated, and the blood stimulation formed by the three fists became clearer and brighter in Su Shouzhuo's eyes.
The skin on his face swelled like a strong wind blowing across the lake, and his muscles collapsed like fluid.
The three forces far exceeding Su Shouzhuo made Su Shouzhuo fall into a state of confusion for a moment. Only then did he understand what the lecturer of the Holy Academy often warns: The demon cultivator uses his strong body to suppress the human race at the same level, and if he encounters bloodlines
Those who specialize in physical skills are even more invincible. They should use magic to control each other. Only when their blood and energy are weak will they have a slim chance to win.
Su Shouzhuo certainly knows Confucianism.
He subconsciously grabbed the fan on his waist.
But the fist wind had arrived, his arms were extremely heavy, his five fingers were stiff, and he couldn't hold his fan at all.
Then, he felt three giant mountains hang upside down and hit.
His body was knocked away with a bang and hit the city wall.
"Are you going to die?"
Su Shouzhuo's thinking seemed to have solidified. In his pupils, three golden fist shadows gradually became brighter, and he was storm of the strong fist blood storm of the three demon cultivators. In the long night of change, he saw a figure straight like a jade mountain.
Stay still.
Buzz!
A sword whirled and was connected by the figure, and the yin and yang were alternately overturned, and a sword was slashed out.
A seemingly ordinary sword.
In fact, it is superimposed by nine swords.
Su Shouzhuo's mouth raised slightly and he smiled with a self-deprecating smile.
Only then did he realize that his so-called intelligence had long been seen through, and the mysterious and mysterious meanings were instead learned and sold by Gu Yusheng, who was younger than him.
Bang!
Su Shouzhuo hit the city wall hard, but his body seemed to crash into a deep pool of water without being injured. The person who helped him was just brave. Don't lean on the railing, don't lean on the railing, don't lean on the railing, don't lean on the railing's fingertips.
The hidden talismans seem to be underestimated, their eyes are concentrated, and their focus is on Gu Yusheng.
Outside the city wall, the moment when the Great Vajra Fist and the Three Demons' fist powers collided, the dazzling golden light illuminated the entire Lucheng like a ball of golden flames, and the formation of the entire Lucheng shook violently.
Puff! Puff!
The two demon cultivators were hit by the golden fist shadow and vomited blood, like two leaves floating backwards. Wherever they passed, all the hundreds of monsters attacked were destroyed.
The demon cultivator Benxiang in the middle not only has a higher physical and strength, but also has stronger insight. Just when Gu Yusheng punched, he also clenched his fists again, with wind and thunder hidden in the fists.
As the wind and thunder control ability that the Benxiang clan is born with, wind and thunder are combined to form a fist.
Facing Gu Yusheng's golden fist shadow, he turned back instead of advancing, and opened his mouth and shouted loudly.
The sound is like thunder.
The soldiers guarding the city walls were bleeding from seven orifices.
The thousand demons outside the city wall were shouting with the demon cultivator, and the demonic spirit was so strong that he was absorbed into the box, punching him, and screaming like a thunderbolt bird!
When the five demon generals and the seventh-level demon cultivator behind him saw this scene, their faces were shocked.
The demon general in the middle showed a strong fear in his eyes. With the strength exposed by the Feng Xiang at this time, he could become a demon general. However, under the throne of the Demon Emperor, there were only ten demon generals, and who would be squeezed down?
Not only him, but the other four demon generals were also thinking about this in their hearts.
The big monster behind them looked at Ben Xiang with fear. The demon clan respected bloodline and strength, and Ben Xiang's fist was enough to make them surrender!
"That guy is going to be a meat paste!"
"So young, can you be the newest gentleman in the Holy Academy?"
"Hahaha!"
The demon cultivator laughed wildly.
Ravating the human monks is the thing they talked about the most.
That wind and thunder fist broke Gu Yusheng's Vajra Fist.
Both sides of the battle looked at the dazzling fist.
A moment of silence.
However.
Although the golden fist shadow was destroyed.
But there was an ordinary sword that stormed through the sky.
"die!"
Running like a grim smile.
He was too lazy to resolve this mere sword and avoid it. With his powerful body, this sword could not even penetrate his body.
"Mr. Fifteen!"
Qu Lianghong, who was slashing with a knife, suddenly turned around, his face changed drastically, and his voice screamed. Su Shouzhuo, who hit the wall, also lost his usual calmness and shouted with Qu Lianghong.
Han Wen, who was commanding the three thousand soldiers guarding, pressed his hands on the hilt of his waist, and his knuckles were pale.
Mo Ping railing on the imperial wall ahead was looking at Gu Yusheng first. Hearing Qu Lianghong and Su Shouzhuo screamed in a tacit way. Then he looked furious and reached out to take Su Shouzhuo from the wall pit and looked at him.
He punched his abdomen hard.
"Hmph, I'm also practicing physical education!"
Su Shouzhuo took a punch and ignored him, only turned around and cared about Gu Yusheng's safety. If Gu Yusheng died or was seriously injured, he would regret it for life. After all, he was careless and reckless, which made Gu Yusheng fall into danger.
The wind and thunder fist is as sir-like as a bird's singing.
Gu Yusheng's sword energy penetrates the shadow of Fenglei Fist.
The moment the fists and swords collided.
It was like a man stepping into a frenzied tornado.
After a brief calm.
It is the endless storm and thunder waterfall dissipating.
The sharp and sharp thunder sounded, making people unable to help but want to cover their ears.
Count the breaths.
A tragic death of monsters outside the city wall.
In the air.
Gu Yusheng appeared with a sword, and saw the hilt of the sword at his fingertips.
The other end of the sword penetrated from the back of the powerful demon cultivator.
Under the dark night.
The blood-dropping sword blade is colder than frost and snow.