Although the tyrannical palm force coming from behind was not enough to break Zhang Zhene's protective aura, it still made his heart tremble wildly. His body that was about to rise suddenly turned into a staggering step, and he stopped with a kick under his feet.
His body turned like a top, and a large net covering his head and face fell down. He could only raise his palms and slap them out, trying to swing the net away with the strength of his palms, but unexpectedly, the ground next to him exploded again.
Pengpengpeng - three figures broke through the ground and jumped out. Three large nets at the raised hands covered Zhang Zhene's head and face, blocking all his routes of advance and retreat. There was no other way but to fight with force.
Zhang Zhen'e was already a semi-sacred warrior. After gaining tyrannical power, his state of mind also changed dramatically. The shock was only a momentary thought. He immediately gathered his mind and raised his palms to face the enemy, his body lowered by half a foot and two feet.
His palms swept across like wind wheels, and the strength of his palms was like the wind blowing through the remaining clouds and blasting towards the falling nets. To him, the number of nets made no difference, as long as he didn't let them get close.
The people who control three of the big nets are the puppets of the heavenly realm under Ren Bing. They only know how to obey orders and have no regard for their own safety. There are no holy realm warriors in their minds. They only have a simple order to capture the heavenly realm at all costs.
The net was placed on the old man in front of them, but they soon discovered that no matter how hard they pulled down the handle, the net was always held up by an invisible upward force, and there was no way it could drop even half an inch.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Zhen had already shot hundreds of palms in succession. His majestic energy lifted up all the big nets that were covering his head. He only had to jump forward to escape. At this moment, he walked out a hundred meters.
Hu Jie and Hu Fang, who were outside, had already noticed something strange here, and they suddenly turned around and flew over together.
The Hu family and the Longhu sect seemed to be inseparable, but at this time, they could not forget the meaning of "allies". The two semi-saint warriors of the Hu family rushed to help without any hesitation, because they still understood the truth of the death of lips and the coldness of teeth.
Xu Qing put his hands on his waist and put on two fist gloves. He twisted his waist like a running leopard and shouted loudly: "Everyone, come out!" The person had already passed over Zhang Zhenye's head in the flying position, but he didn't even have an inch.
Stopping, he stretched out his arms and punched directly at the two semi-holy warriors of the Hu family.
Almost at the same time, the soil on the ground burst out one after another, and figures jumped out from the ground. The two major worshipers of Qiu Tong, Tang Guobin, Shenxing, Ren Bing, Wangchao... In the blink of an eye, a total of twenty people jumped out.
Two men, each holding a broken martial arts hook that looked like a fishing rod in their hands, surrounded Zhang Zhen. For a moment, black awns shot towards the Dragon and Tiger Sect leader like a fleeting shadow.
Swish, swish, swish - dozens of martial arts hooks were as fast as flying arrows, beating meteors. The extremely sharp hooks landed on Zhang Zhen'e indiscriminately with a harsh whistle through the air. He held four empty weapons in his hands at the same time.
Zhang Yuetianwang had no physical skills, so he could only use his body-protecting energy to resist the sudden attack.
Twenty or so elite special forces teamed up to deal with a semi-holy warrior. The scene was not chaotic at all. Ren Bing had already arranged a very strict division of labor in advance. He was divided into groups of three and advanced and retreated in an orderly manner. Even the people he was standing on
The positions are all clearly positioned. What they have to do now is to launch attacks continuously. What they want is to make Zhang Zhen's evil clone useless. Wang Chao has also received instructions from his master in advance, so that he can hide his strength as much as possible and cannot do anything until the critical moment of life and death.
The strength of a semi-sacred warrior was exposed. He could only endure it and swing the broken martial arts hook every now and then, trying his best to hide his clumsiness. Occasionally, he would do a heavy blow like a prank, which would draw out Zhang Zongzhu's body-protecting energy.
In the turmoil, when he glanced over, Lao Hanba had already hidden his merit and fame and disappeared without a trace.
With Wang Chao secretly assisting and Ren Bing holding the little black coffin, a powerful weapon for the underworld, Xu Qing was not worried at all that Wuhun and the others couldn't deal with Zhang Zhen'e. He just let go and concentrated on dealing with the two half-saints of the Hu family.
Especially this ferocious little fox, no matter what, we can't let him escape this time. He still bears the heavy blood debt of massacring the entire Jun family.
Hu Jie saw Xu Qing rushing toward him at a glance. His eyes were instantly bloodshot, and his enemies were extremely jealous when they saw each other. His chest seemed to be burning with a ball of oiled fire.
"Xu, you deserve to die!" Hu Jie clenched his teeth, bent his palms and fingers to make hooks, and jumped up like a furious wolf. He couldn't care less about the life and death of his allies at this time.
There was only one thought in my mind: tear the boy in front of me into pieces, pick out a few pieces of the juiciest meat, put it in my mouth and chew it raw.
Hu Fang frowned, and pulled out a wild goose-wing dagger with her backhand. The sword flashed from her raised hand and rolled towards Xu Qing's waist like mercury. Hu Jie's impulsive attack had already lost the first move, so she could only quickly make an aid.
The other party cannot take care of both ends.
Xu Qing misplaced his fists and struck Hu Jie in the face with two air-splitting fists. He twisted in the air, stepped back and avoided Hu Fang's blade. When he landed on the ground, he had already moved more than five feet away.
Xu Qing's two moves were loud and thunderous, but his opponent didn't even touch a hair before he jumped out of the ring. This was like hitting a tiger with a slap on the washbasin. He shouted with power. He touched each other with both fists and looked at him coldly.
Hu Jie, who was opposite, raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth and said jokingly: "Little fox, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Today we will settle the old and new accounts together. If you are a man with authority, don't hide behind a woman. You don't mind."
Are you so ashamed?"
Hu Jie was really blocked by Hu Fang now. He didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but when he heard Xu Qing's words, his face suddenly felt hot. He quickly stepped forward, pointed at Xu Qing and shouted:
"Xu, where is my father?" He was not carried away by his anger. When he saw Xu Qing and others appearing, the first thing he thought of was his father's safety. After all, he was considered a filial son.
Xu Qing thought for a moment, wrinkled his nose and said, "I'm taking advantage of you by telling you now. Why don't you get a rope and tie yourself up first, then I might be able to tell you where the old fox is." He said this simply because he didn't want to take advantage.
, if it was made clear that telling Hu Jie that the old fox was dead would definitely greatly affect his mind, even if he won the fight, he would still have to give up the excuse that he was defeated. He really didn't bother to do this.
Hu Jie's face turned cold and he said coldly: "Xu, don't think that this young master will be scared if there are many Chinese martial arts people. In my eyes, no matter how many people you bring, it will only be a few more corpses. In the end,
So that they can come out and die together so that they don’t waste their time and effort.”
Knowing that he was ambushed and yet still so arrogant, Hu Jie only relied on the tyrannical strength of the semi-sacred warrior. Just because he and his aunt worked together to take down the boy named Xu, he was at least 80% sure that this boy was his old enemy.
, he couldn’t remember how many times this fateful showdown appeared in his dreams. In the end, it was a bloody nightmare!
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