Hu Shuo was struggling to hold on when dealing with an old ancestor, but now he was even more miserable with an old Hanba who knocked people on the head. After fighting and retreating for several rounds, the wooden prosthetic leg stumbled into the crevice of the rock.
, his body swayed, and he was hit in the chest by an old mountain cannon punch that cracked open monuments and cracked rocks.
Boom! Hu Kai's iron fist hit Hui Zizi's chest, and then he flew up and kicked the opponent's crotch, completely exploding his turbulent protective energy.
"Ouch!" Hu Shuo felt a sharp, bone-crushing pain from his crotch instantly pass into his head. The pain made his whole face turn green, snap! He seemed to hear the soft sound of a water bag exploding.
There was a loud noise, and when he rolled his eyes upwards, he saw a bowl-sized birch tree whizzing down towards his head.
Bang! Bang! The birch tree in Wang Chao's hand broke into two pieces. Hu Shuo stood there and shook for a moment. A stream of blood flowed down from his eyebrows. The blood in his eyes, ears, mouth and nose delayed for half a second before gushing out. Old Hanba
He took it for granted that the person in front of him was very durable, so he exerted all his strength, but he never expected that the opponent's body was broken by Hu Kai's kick, and his skull was blown up with a heavy blow.
The brain was shattered into a bowl of minced tofu curd...
Poof! Hu Shuo jumped forward and fell heavily. Unfortunately, he had just stepped into the semi-holy realm and before he had a chance to show off his authority in front of others, he was beaten to death by two semi-holy warriors. It was destined to be a tragic ending.
Wang Chao squatted down and touched the top of Hu Shuo's head with his hand. His skull was soft and turned into pieces. The man was already dead. If he had encountered such an ancient warrior's body according to his previous temper, he would definitely not let go.
However, if he put it in a corpse-raising ground and refined it for decades, it would definitely become a very powerful refined corpse. But that was no longer possible. He had to always treat himself as a human being, an old man of flesh and blood.
Xu Qing had already put away the Long Yuan Sword and used the Crazy Fist to fight the enemy. He put on a pair of gloves to fight Hei Wuchang head-on. No matter how the opponent's claws came, he didn't have to dodge. He just used his iron fist to hit him. Several times
After the collision, they took advantage of each other.
Bang! Xu Qing raised his arms and punched forward slowly, hitting Hei Wuchang's chest. He could easily avoid the punch at such a speed. In fact, he also did this, but what he didn't expect was that the opponent didn't change his moves at all.
I mean, just punch the empty space with one punch.
The corners of Hei Wuchang's mouth twitched a few times. He really didn't understand why Xu Qing suddenly used such a punch. Just as he was thinking about it, the fist that hit the empty space suddenly turned into a swinging punch.
, the fist was facing Hei Wuchang's chest. It was estimated that the distance was half a meter away, and it did not pose a threat at all.
Chirp - poof! A ball of high-speed rotating Qi Jin burst out of the fist and rushed straight towards Hei Wuchang's protective Qi. It all happened too fast, when the sharp cone-like Qi Jin penetrated the protective Qi like a torrent.
He didn't even have time to react. An iron fist thrust through the breach like lightning and struck Hei Wuchang hard on the chest. It was a real punch, like a round-headed mallet hitting a big skinned drum.
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"Ugh!" Hei Wuchang grunted, stepped back a few feet, bowed and covered his chest with his claws to protect his face, staring at Xu Qing's face with a pair of indifferent eyes. He had a strong ability to resist blows, and the punch just now had no impact.
It had a huge impact on him, but if he had slowed down a little more, it might have been a different outcome.
Xu Qing unclenched his fists and stared at Hei Wuchang's eyes without hesitation. He deliberately slowed down and walked forward, saying lightly: "You were the one who hurt my master on Tianji Island, right? When you hurt him, you
You should have thought that today, I will give you enough opportunities to play slowly..." As he spoke, his eyes flashed with two points of soul-stirring psychedelic brilliance, as if it could allow people to see another world. This is what happened above.
The first power that can make Wu Chi obsessed with Taoism is Dream Eyes.
Hei Wuchang's eyes were indifferent, and there was no sign of struggle. He did not resist the dreamy eyes, and even instinctively chose to accept them. The last time Illusion Master used an illusion on him on Tianji Island, it was that time that made him dream.
He was always thinking about when he would have the chance to see his mother for the second time, and he was trying his best to find what he longed for deep in those dreamy eyes...
Xu Qing walked forward with a rhythmic step, his clenched fists making a few crackling sounds. His eyes were creating a world of tenderness, but there was a cold murderous intention brewing in his fists. These two
There is no contradiction between them.
Hei Wuchang's raised claws gradually lowered. He straightened his body and stood in a posture that made him feel comfortable and relaxed. The indifference in his eyes gradually receded, replaced by a touch of enthusiasm. He saw it, and it was only in that dream.
In the world that appeared, he saw the small garden in front of his home, and saw his mother standing in the sun smiling and waving to him. There was a voice in his mind reminding him that all this was fake and an illusion, but he would rather be in the illusion.
Falling into ruin, even dying like this is a kind of happiness...
Xu Qing had already walked to the opposite side of Hei Wuchang. He could easily touch the opponent's eyebrows by raising his fist and move his fist forward to easily kill the enemy. However, he hesitated. The reason was actually very simple. He found that
A sweet smile appeared on Hei Wuchang's tight cheeks. When this guy smiled, the expressions on both cheeks were quite symmetrical. He must have seen what he longed for deep in his heart.
In the eyes of many people, Hei Wuchang is a sinister ghost who seeks life and seduces souls. His appearance can almost be equated with death, but the thing hidden deep in his heart cannot be let go.
Whoosh——
An iron fist penetrated Hei Wuchang's chest with a scream that broke through the air. The blood-stained fist penetrated the skin and bones and poked out from the back. His heart was like a lump filled with water, squeezed out of the chest by the iron fist. Now
Falling on the ground behind him, a semi-sacred warrior is still vulnerable if he does not protect himself with protective aura. Especially when facing an opponent as powerful as himself, he may lose his life even if he is not careful.
Xu Qing withdrew his fist and looked coldly at Hei Wuchang's unbalanced body, which fell to the ground on his back. The blood hole on his back was bleeding freely. This figure who was called a ghost by ordinary people was finally killed under his iron fist, and he was understood.
A heart disease, as a disciple, it is only natural to avenge the master.
Hei Wuchang had a satisfied smile on his face until he died. He seemed to know his fate, and death might be a relief for him. On the contrary, Xu Qing killed his enemy with one punch and felt no satisfaction in revenge.
On the contrary, my mood became inexplicably heavy...
Hu Shuo died under the stick of Lao Hanba, and Hei Wuchang died under Xu Qing's iron fist. The two semi-sacred warriors showed their fragile side. They once had powerful power that ordinary people could not compete with, but they failed in the end.