"Then why doesn't he speak?" Duan Qianhong said a little strangely.
Wu Tong said in a deep voice: "He is a mute!"
"It's true that a mute can be so powerful!" Duan Qianhong really didn't know what to say.
Wu Tong said: "Don't underestimate him just because he is mute! A person who can be called the God of Death, even if the old Palace Master Meng is still alive, he may not be able to defeat him!"
Meng Luochuan and Duan Qianhong took a deep breath when they heard this.
"Be careful!" Duan Qianhong reminded.
Wu Tong's pair of dark yellow eyes stared fixedly at the ghost mountain and quiet spring in front of him, and said coldly: "You go first, as long as you are not a peak innate powerhouse, no innate powerhouse can kill me!"
Wu Tong has a burly figure, a strong back and a strong waist, like an iron tower, giving his opponents a strong sense of oppression. Even his words are full of domineering and arrogant.
The Vajra Sect is a little-known second-rate sect with a very small number of people. Anyone who wants to enter their sect to practice must first of all be a virgin and cannot help but lust after women.
The second one is born with amazing bones, such as the black bronze type, with a strong body, thick bones, and infinite strength.
People of the Vajra Sect do not need to practice swordsmanship or martial arts at all. They only need to temper their bodies, beat their muscles and bones, and temper their skin and flesh.
As long as one reaches the acquired peak of cultivation, almost all of them will be invulnerable, with bronze heads and iron arms. Among warriors of the same level, almost all of them will be invincible and abnormal.
However, because the cultivation conditions are very harsh, the number of people under their disciples is very few.
But their overall strength is almost on par with the six major forces.
All warriors in the world know that the people of the Vajra Sect are very arrogant, but they do have the ability to be arrogant.
"Let's go!" Meng Luochuan pulled his wife Wen Wan and Duan Qianhong and turned around to escape. The ghost mountain and the spring were handed over to Wu Tong. He believed that Wu Tong had the strength to deal with the God of Death.
"Drink!" Guishan Youquan saw his target was about to leave, and as soon as he moved, he rushed over to chase him.
Boom, a big copper hammer fell from the sky, making a big hole in the ground and blocking the opponent's way.
"Your opponent is me!" Wu Tong said in a thick voice, and an oppressive aura enveloped his opponent.
Guishan Youquan paused for a moment, then jumped up with the death scythe in his hand, turned into an afterimage and struck the black copper quickly, the strong wind tore the air, and shot out with violent murderous intent.
A crisp sound of impact sounded, and the huge copper hammer and the death sickle slammed together, causing sparks to fly.
Guishan Youquan turned his wrist, and the sickle that originally collided with the copper hammer drew an arc in the air and struck the black copper lower body and abdomen.
Qiang, a flash of sparks flashed up, and no trace of blood flowed out. Even his skin was not scratched, only a string of white marks were left.
To the invulnerable Wu Tong, receiving a blow from the Ghost Mountain and the Quiet Spring was no different than being tickled.
"Take my hammer!" Wu Tong shouted, and the eight-sided purple gold hammer swept past like lightning, setting off a gust of wind, which was so powerful that it destroyed everything.
It is estimated that this hammer will be so powerful that it can level a mountain.
The ferocious copper hammer hit the ghost mountain spring quickly, but no blood was seen flowing out. If you look closely, it turned out to be a blurry afterimage.
Whoosh! The ghost mountain and quiet spring appeared behind him like a ghost, and struck down with a sickle like lightning, hitting Wu Tong's shoulder. There was a clang and sparks splashed out.
It's useless, it's useless. This kind of attack has no effect on the invulnerable black copper!
Wu Tong once again picked up another copper hammer and turned around and struck it, hitting the wall of a shop hard. The shop suffered a disaster and was immediately torn into pieces and half of it collapsed.
This time, he also failed to hit the ghost mountain and the quiet spring. The opponent's figure was as slippery as a loach, too fast, so fast that only afterimages could be seen.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Get lost!" Wutong roared angrily, and the two eight-sided purple gold hammers hit him one after another, like a mighty torrent, one hammer after another, continuous and unstoppable!
The unique skill of the Vajra Sect: a hammer that shakes the sky and splits the earth!
Brush! Brush! Brush! Brush! Brush! Brush!
The ghost mountain and quiet spring are like ghosts in legends. The whole person is constantly moving erratically, sometimes to the side, sometimes to the front, sometimes to the back, flashing again and again, and quickly dodging again and again.
Afterimages appeared one after another, filling Wu Tong's vision with his ghostly figure.
That ghostly figure seemed to have lost weight, erratic, strange, and swift!
While dodging, he will also use the death scythe to hook the opponent's body vitals.
This hook seems very insidious and fatal!
It is light and silent. If you hide in a dark place and attack secretly, you will definitely kill it with one strike.
Death's signature skill: Phantom!
In the land of Kyushu, it is known as one of the eight super-skills together with Lu Chen's "Chasing the Wind and Chasing Electric Steps".
Wu Tong blasted out eighty-eight hammers in one breath, but still achieved nothing, and did not even touch the opponent's side.
Similarly, Ghost Mountain Youquan can't do anything to him. The Death Scythe is not a magic weapon. Any attack is useless against black copper. The copper head and iron arm are invulnerable and cannot hurt the skin.
The two people were entangled with each other like this, and no one could do anything to the other.
There is no way, these two people are born to be the nemesis of their opponents.
One is erratic and strange, with ghostly movements, erratic and unpredictable, and is extremely good at speed.
He is invulnerable and possesses an indestructible body. He can resist any attack you make without having to dodge at all.
But among the innately powerful people, no one could withstand Wu Tong's blow, no matter who he was.
With one blow, he can smash his opponent into a pulp, how terrifying it is.
These two are both monsters, one more perverted than the other
On the other side, the fighting on the street continued, and the disciples of the sect were still at a disadvantage. At this moment, the number of people lost was estimated to be over a thousand, and many men in black also died, most of them killed by the innately strong.
The whistle sounded faintly, sometimes gentle, sometimes whirling, sometimes passionate and sharp. The strange sound waves penetrated into the minds of the sect disciples, as if a sharp needle was piercing their consciousness, constantly affecting their spiritual consciousness.
I have to say that this sonic attack is the most difficult to resist and the weirdest.
Lu Chen stood on the ridge of an attic and looked around, but did not find any suspicious people performing sonic skills.
"Weird, where is this person hiding?"
"Although this small town is not large, its environment is complex and it is easy to hide a person!"
“Looking for it with the naked eye is too inefficient and a waste of time!”
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but close his eyes, and his mental perception spread out like a fishing net, sweeping through every corner of the street layer by layer.
"Well, there is someone!"
In a dilapidated courtyard, an enchanting figure stood. A pair of white jade hands held an exquisite jade flute and played continuously. Invisible waves swept through the entire town like a wave.
"I found it, it's you!" Lu Chen opened his eyes, his light flashed, his light figure stepped on the ridge of the roof, turned into an afterimage and flew over quickly.
The speed was so fast that it took almost two or three breaths to rush into the dilapidated courtyard.
"Qing Deng is incomprehensible, but Yi Yi's voice is full of love! Girl, you are so elegant." Lu Chen leaned on the threshold and stared at the other party with interest.
Shan Qiong, who was playing "Danxin Sword Music", was startled when he heard this. Where did the sound come from in this quiet courtyard?
Looking sideways, she saw a stern young man leaning against the threshold, staring at her with interest, as if he suddenly appeared in the courtyard, silently.
"Unparalleled Sword Master, Lu Chen!" Upon seeing the person coming, Shan Qiong couldn't help but sweat dripping from her forehead, and she couldn't help but feel a tremor in her heart.
The whistle was interrupted midway, and Shan Qiong had to give up. After all, she was facing a legendary peak powerhouse, and trying to trick him in front of him was like lighting a candle in the pit and seeking death!
The atmosphere in the courtyard seemed to have solidified, and you could hear a needle drop. Shan Qiong stared at Lu Chen as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Mr. Lu, are you also interested in playing the flute?" Faced with the crisis, Shan Qiong forced herself to calm down, squeezed out a smile, and said in a seductive tone.
Lu Chen smiled lightly and said: "I once heard a beautiful woman play it. It is a fun thing to enjoy! I really want to disturb you. Girl, you are so interested, you might as well play it for a while."
"It turns out that Mr. Lu is also interested in Xiao Sheng, can you tell me?" Shan Qiong's beautiful eyes blinked, as if they could speak.
She took the opportunity to stretch her legs, revealing a touch of coveted snow-white color. Coupled with her charming smile, she looked like a beauty, as if she could enchant people.
If it were an ordinary person, he would have been fascinated by the other party and become fascinated.
"Charm?" Seeing this scene, Lu Chen's heart stopped and he didn't feel anything at all.
His state of mind has long been cultivated to the point of being as good as water. He only wants to pursue the peak of martial arts. No matter how beautiful the charming beauty is, it is just a pink skeleton and cannot seduce him at all.
"I don't know how to blow!" Lu Chen said calmly.
Shan Qiong slowly came closer, gradually closing the distance between them, and said delicately: "I'll teach you!"
Her frown and smile can make the whole world lose its color, making her look particularly charming and charming.
"Oh, you teach me to play, how do you teach me?" A smile appeared in Lu Chen's eyes. He wanted to see what tricks the other party played.
Shan Qiong walked up to him, deliberately lowered her chest, revealing the deep groove that made people unable to extricate themselves, and said quietly: "It will make you want to die, and you will be happy!"
Hearing her touching words, any other man would probably tremble with excitement.
When the two sides were less than an arm's length apart, Shan Qiong suddenly opened her red lips, blew out a mouthful of pink mist, and hid a silver needle.
"Mist, hidden weapon?" Lu Chen was stunned for a moment, then his lungs inflated and he spurted out a strong breath.
The pink mist sprayed from the opponent's mouth was blown back in an instant, and the same was true for the silver needle.
Shan Qiong was so frightened that her face turned pale, she retreated in vain, threw down a black ball and hit it in the courtyard. The thing exploded on the spot, instantly shooting out countless silver needles, shooting out in all directions.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Facing the torrential rain of poisonous needles, Lu Chen could no longer remain calm. He blocked frantically with his sword and ducked to the side room behind him.
The enchanting beautiful woman Shan Qiong took the opportunity to run up the roof and disappeared into the courtyard in the blink of an eye.
