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FengChen failed with one punch, raised his right arm, gathered his strength on his fist, hit Wen Youle on the cheek again, sneered: "children are really naive. The so-called people's hearts are dangerous. Adults and I think it's better for you to stay here forever! After all, dead people can't speak!"
Wen Youle looked very nervous and hid behind Hua Tianlong. He glanced at the crowd and shouted, "you see? These two old monsters didn't intend to let any of us go from the beginning. They didn't do it yet?" he doesn't care now. He just said what's ugly. Being soft can't avoid a war. It's better to be bold and tough.
Hua Tianlong burst out a strong spirit, directly shocked Wen Youle aside and said with a sneer: "a spineless person like you deserves my protection? When did the Wenjia become a loser? The man wanted to kill you, not me."
Although he said so, his left hand had long been behind him and sent a special communication code to the people of the family. After receiving the code, the people of the Chinese family immediately gathered around him and looked extremely vigilant and retreated for a distance.
Others also retreated as quickly as the Chinese family. No one was willing to start with luoxinghe and FengChen first. They all wanted wenyoule to explore the details of each other first. After all, until now, only Hua Tianlong said that the cultivation of naluoxinghe was equivalent to the realm of the emperor of martial arts, but they knew nothing about FengChen.
"You! You!"
Wen Youle's face burst into a cold sweat and pointed to the people: "you fell into a well!"
Through the demon moon technique, Lan Yu has judged that the cultivation of the wind dust has fluctuated from the peak of King Wu's eight times to the middle of King Wu's five times. If the wind dust is really fighting, it is not a terrible enemy. The person he fears most now is naluo Xinghe, who has lived for tens of thousands of years. If he doesn't have a card to kill him, he doesn't believe it, so he plans to continue to wait and see for a while, He winked at Yu Qingwan, asked her to step back and sneered, "Wen Youle, you say as if we know you very well. You and that male bone are just birds of a feather. They are not good things. Why not fight with the wind and dust with all your strength now? Maybe you can live."
Green Yan Ran Jiao smiled, but her eyes were full of vigilance and said, "Wen Youle, I support you in spirit."
"Support your sister!"
Wen Youle was furious and kept retreating: "Qing Yanran, no wonder Hua Tianlong said you have a snake and scorpion heart. In this case, you still have the intention to tease your companions? I have to admire your nerves!"
FengChen burst into laughter. The bones of his hands made a burst of noise. The explosive force surged forward and impacted Wen Youle. Now this situation is what he likes to see and would like to see. He said: "boy surnamed Wen, it seems that your popularity is not very good? No one is willing to help you!"
Other people are sneering, especially Hua Tianlong. Before, when Qing Yanran united with others to deal with the people of the Hua family, he was still acting as a dog's head. Now who is willing to help such people in the face of strong enemies? If not for his image, he would have spit out thick phlegm.
Wen Youle had no intention of fighting. He was forced to retreat and hit a Chinese evil warrior. The warrior's blue light flashed in his eyes and kicked Wen Youle's ass with great strength.
Wen Youle stumbled and rushed forward. The whole person was embarrassed. Today's face was really lost! He couldn't care so much. He yelled. The whole face was extremely distorted. Where was half bookish? He threw out a virtual fan flower from the folding fan in his right hand and shouted, "rainstorm pear flower!"
Obviously, the folding fan is also an extremely mysterious weapon. It looks light and light. In fact, there are several precise mechanisms hidden in it. The tips of the fan bones are opened together. Silver needles mixed with real yuan are shot into the air. A turning point flies down. A silver awn looks like a cold star. The rainstorm beats the pear blossom.
The wind dust light Yi, then sneered and shouted: "Sirius tiger bully fist!"
A wolf and a tiger roared out from his left and right hands respectively. The majesty of the king of the forest was shocking. The tiger accelerated a few minutes, rushed in front of the wolf, swept out his huge tail, changed the direction of a row of silver needles, and shot at Wen Youle. With a penetrating wolf howl, the wolf jumped onto the tiger's back, and then ejected with four feet, Open your mouth and bite Wen Youle's throat.
"What?"
Wen Youle was shocked. Sirius tiger bully boxing is the middle-class martial art of Xiong's family. It needs authentic body training to cultivate. Even Xiong Gu himself can't display this martial art so well. He knows very well about the concealed weapons he released. The silver needle is smeared with highly toxic! If you are shot, you will bleed to death!
He didn't dare to hesitate. He quickly bent down to avoid the attack of the silver needle. Then Zhenyuan stirred up on the tip of his right foot, and one foot pointed to the weakest part of the wolf's jaw. However, his move seemed to have exhausted all his strength, but in fact it was just a virtual move. When his tip was about to touch the wolf, he suddenly retracted his legs, and several beautiful back somersaults fell seven or eight meters away from the back.
"That dust, how long has it been since he lost the male bone? It's incredible that he can learn his unique skills in life!"
Nan Yumu felt a chill on his back. Not only he, but also everyone was shocked. The understanding ability of the wind and dust was also terrible.
Yu Qingwan frowned, looked at Lan Yu and said, "why don't we do it now? Although I don't like the man named Wen Youle, after all, the dust and his master are our common enemy. Although Wen Youle's cultivation is limited, it can still play a big role in keeping him alive."
Lan Yu frowned and didn't answer Yu Qingwan for the time being. The reason why FengChen can achieve the highest level of martial arts of Xiong Gu must be similar to the situation when he was just reborn. It's no surprise that if he has a high understanding of martial arts, any martial arts can be mastered in a short time, Wen Youle had a few moves with FengChen. He had seen that FengChen's cultivation fluctuated more violently when he showed his martial arts skills. Obviously, he had not fully adapted to the male bone's body, but it seemed strong on the surface.
He gathered a mouthful of Zhenyuan and sent a message to Yu Qingwan: "when he makes another move, you can directly destroy the body of the male bone with Yanhua sword formula and force the soul of the dust out. I will give him a fatal blow with my heart fire."
Yu Qingwan's beautiful eyes brightened. Lan Yu's tactics are very exquisite. He must be caught off guard! She nodded, gathered her spirit and locked the dust.
The wind dust glanced at the scattered silver needles nailed to the ground and bounced back, shook his head and said, "boy surnamed Wen, is that all you can do? It's too disappointing for us!"
When the voice fell, he gave a loud drink, twisted his feet on the ground and made a strong explosion. His whole body rushed out. The green veins on his right arm burst, and all his muscles were thick in a circle, which was very visual explosive. One fist exploded the air, and the air waves rolled towards Wen Youle. At the same time, two Chinese evil fighters suddenly rushed out and hugged Wen Youle's thighs, It directly turned him into a wooden stake for practicing kung fu.
"Shit! Get out of here!"
Wen Youle's legs tried hard to get rid of the two Chinese evil fighters, but he couldn't get rid of them for a time. The dust's fist had hit less than a meter away from his head. The vigorous wind was blowing, and all his hair flew behind him.
"Damn it!"
He had no choice but to turn his left hand to the folding fan on his right hand. With a sound of brushing, a piece of magic light rushed up on the fan, quickly enlarged and stretched, and turned into a one meter sized Pu fan in front of him.
"Bang!"
FengChen's fist hit the fan, and a series of fierce sparks broke out at the contact point between the fist and the fan. The huge, just and fierce force directly flew wenyoule out, and the blood in his chest was surging. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and fell into the pile of evil fighters.
Luo Xinghe looked straight at his mouth. In his opinion, this boring fight is no different from children's fight. Na wenyoule is too different from wind dust in terms of martial arts understanding and strength. He said indifferently: "wind dust, this man surnamed Wen is too scum, and the speed is crushed to death. Let's clean up the rest together."
Everyone glared at Luo Xinghe, but no one said he was arrogant. Huatianlong, Yinlong Haoran, Yunyi and other strong men with fierce eyes have seen that Wen Youle is definitely not the opponent of the dust, and they also saw some clues from the changes in the dust smell. Their eyes flickered slightly and scanned each other, as if they were waiting for someone to take the first shot.
The wind dust nodded and said, "don't worry, sir. It's only a matter of minutes to crush him!" after he said that his feet stepped on the ground, the whole person rushed into the air, then controlled the center of gravity to dive down, and the dazzling light lit up on his right fist, like a red sun.
"Help me!"
Wen Youle has been entangled by several Chinese evil fighters and can't move at all. He feels the coming of death and suddenly the dead take risks.
"Right now!"
Yu Qingwan sees the opportunity. The sword light of Yu Qingjian is surging, and a sea of sword spirit is spreading. The magnificent scenery of the prosperous age and the gorgeous hall complement each other, converging into an extremely sharp sword light.
The sword light is like lightning and runs like thunder. The speed is very fast. Although the wind dust has long been wary of other people's sneak attack, the consciousness has reacted, but the body is firmly restrained by the emperor of Wu and can't make the turning action.
But he was not flustered. Instead, a strange smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He pinched a formula seal on his left hand, and his soul was about to get out of his body.
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FengChen failed with one punch, raised his right arm, gathered his strength on his fist, hit Wen Youle on the cheek again, sneered: "children are really naive. The so-called people's hearts are dangerous. Adults and I think it's better for you to stay here forever! After all, dead people can't speak!"
Wen Youle looked very nervous and hid behind Hua Tianlong. He glanced at the crowd and shouted, "you see? These two old monsters didn't intend to let any of us go from the beginning. They didn't do it yet?" he doesn't care now. He just said what's ugly. Being soft can't avoid a war. It's better to be bold and tough.
Hua Tianlong burst out a strong spirit, directly shocked Wen Youle aside and said with a sneer: "a spineless person like you deserves my protection? When did the Wenjia become a loser? The man wanted to kill you, not me."
Although he said so, his left hand had long been behind him and sent a special communication code to the people of the family. After receiving the code, the people of the Chinese family immediately gathered around him and looked extremely vigilant and retreated for a distance.
Others also retreated as quickly as the Chinese family. No one was willing to start with luoxinghe and FengChen first. They all wanted wenyoule to explore the details of each other first. After all, until now, only Hua Tianlong said that the cultivation of naluoxinghe was equivalent to the realm of the emperor of martial arts, but they knew nothing about FengChen.
"You! You!"
Wen Youle's face burst into a cold sweat and pointed to the people: "you fell into a well!"
Through the demon moon technique, Lan Yu has judged that the cultivation of the wind dust has fluctuated from the peak of King Wu's eight times to the middle of King Wu's five times. If the wind dust is really fighting, it is not a terrible enemy. The person he fears most now is naluo Xinghe, who has lived for tens of thousands of years. If he doesn't have a card to kill him, he doesn't believe it, so he plans to continue to wait and see for a while, He winked at Yu Qingwan, asked her to step back and sneered, "Wen Youle, you say as if we know you very well. You and that male bone are just birds of a feather. They are not good things. Why not fight with the wind and dust with all your strength now? Maybe you can live."
Green Yan Ran Jiao smiled, but her eyes were full of vigilance and said, "Wen Youle, I support you in spirit."
"Support your sister!"
Wen Youle was furious and kept retreating: "Qing Yanran, no wonder Hua Tianlong said you have a snake and scorpion heart. In this case, you still have the intention to tease your companions? I have to admire your nerves!"
FengChen burst into laughter. The bones of his hands made a burst of noise. The explosive force surged forward and impacted Wen Youle. Now this situation is what he likes to see and would like to see. He said: "boy surnamed Wen, it seems that your popularity is not very good? No one is willing to help you!"
Other people are sneering, especially Hua Tianlong. Before, when Qing Yanran united with others to deal with the people of the Hua family, he was still acting as a dog's head. Now who is willing to help such people in the face of strong enemies? If not for his image, he would have spit out thick phlegm.
Wen Youle had no intention of fighting. He was forced to retreat and hit a Chinese evil warrior. The warrior's blue light flashed in his eyes and kicked Wen Youle's ass with great strength.
Wen Youle stumbled and rushed forward. The whole person was embarrassed. Today's face was really lost! He couldn't care so much. He yelled. The whole face was extremely distorted. Where was half bookish? He threw out a virtual fan flower from the folding fan in his right hand and shouted, "rainstorm pear flower!"
Obviously, the folding fan is also an extremely mysterious weapon. It looks light and light. In fact, there are several precise mechanisms hidden in it. The tips of the fan bones are opened together. Silver needles mixed with real yuan are shot into the air. A turning point flies down. A silver awn looks like a cold star. The rainstorm beats the pear blossom.
The wind dust light Yi, then sneered and shouted: "Sirius tiger bully fist!"
A wolf and a tiger roared out from his left and right hands respectively. The majesty of the king of the forest was shocking. The tiger accelerated a few minutes, rushed in front of the wolf, swept out his huge tail, changed the direction of a row of silver needles, and shot at Wen Youle. With a penetrating wolf howl, the wolf jumped onto the tiger's back, and then ejected with four feet, Open your mouth and bite Wen Youle's throat.
"What?"
Wen Youle was shocked. Sirius tiger bully boxing is the middle-class martial art of Xiong's family. It needs authentic body training to cultivate. Even Xiong Gu himself can't display this martial art so well. He knows very well about the concealed weapons he released. The silver needle is smeared with highly toxic! If you are shot, you will bleed to death!
He didn't dare to hesitate. He quickly bent down to avoid the attack of the silver needle. Then Zhenyuan stirred up on the tip of his right foot, and one foot pointed to the weakest part of the wolf's jaw. However, his move seemed to have exhausted all his strength, but in fact it was just a virtual move. When his tip was about to touch the wolf, he suddenly retracted his legs, and several beautiful back somersaults fell seven or eight meters away from the back.
"That dust, how long has it been since he lost the male bone? It's incredible that he can learn his unique skills in life!"
Nan Yumu felt a chill on his back. Not only he, but also everyone was shocked. The understanding ability of the wind and dust was also terrible.
Yu Qingwan frowned, looked at Lan Yu and said, "why don't we do it now? Although I don't like the man named Wen Youle, after all, the dust and his master are our common enemy. Although Wen Youle's cultivation is limited, it can still play a big role in keeping him alive."
Lan Yu frowned and didn't answer Yu Qingwan for the time being. The reason why FengChen can achieve the highest level of martial arts of Xiong Gu must be similar to the situation when he was just reborn. It's no surprise that if he has a high understanding of martial arts, any martial arts can be mastered in a short time, Wen Youle had a few moves with FengChen. He had seen that FengChen's cultivation fluctuated more violently when he showed his martial arts skills. Obviously, he had not fully adapted to the male bone's body, but it seemed strong on the surface.
He gathered a mouthful of Zhenyuan and sent a message to Yu Qingwan: "when he makes another move, you can directly destroy the body of the male bone with Yanhua sword formula and force the soul of the dust out. I will give him a fatal blow with my heart fire."
Yu Qingwan's beautiful eyes brightened. Lan Yu's tactics are very exquisite. He must be caught off guard! She nodded, gathered her spirit and locked the dust.
The wind dust glanced at the scattered silver needles nailed to the ground and bounced back, shook his head and said, "boy surnamed Wen, is that all you can do? It's too disappointing for us!"
When the voice fell, he gave a loud drink, twisted his feet on the ground and made a strong explosion. His whole body rushed out. The green veins on his right arm burst, and all his muscles were thick in a circle, which was very visual explosive. One fist exploded the air, and the air waves rolled towards Wen Youle. At the same time, two Chinese evil fighters suddenly rushed out and hugged Wen Youle's thighs, It directly turned him into a wooden stake for practicing kung fu.
"Shit! Get out of here!"
Wen Youle's legs tried hard to get rid of the two Chinese evil fighters, but he couldn't get rid of them for a time. The dust's fist had hit less than a meter away from his head. The vigorous wind was blowing, and all his hair flew behind him.
"Damn it!"
He had no choice but to turn his left hand to the folding fan on his right hand. With a sound of brushing, a piece of magic light rushed up on the fan, quickly enlarged and stretched, and turned into a one meter sized Pu fan in front of him.
"Bang!"
FengChen's fist hit the fan, and a series of fierce sparks broke out at the contact point between the fist and the fan. The huge, just and fierce force directly flew wenyoule out, and the blood in his chest was surging. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and fell into the pile of evil fighters.
Luo Xinghe looked straight at his mouth. In his opinion, this boring fight is no different from children's fight. Na wenyoule is too different from wind dust in terms of martial arts understanding and strength. He said indifferently: "wind dust, this man surnamed Wen is too scum, and the speed is crushed to death. Let's clean up the rest together."
Everyone glared at Luo Xinghe, but no one said he was arrogant. Huatianlong, Yinlong Haoran, Yunyi and other strong men with fierce eyes have seen that Wen Youle is definitely not the opponent of the dust, and they also saw some clues from the changes in the dust smell. Their eyes flickered slightly and scanned each other, as if they were waiting for someone to take the first shot.
The wind dust nodded and said, "don't worry, sir. It's only a matter of minutes to crush him!" after he said that his feet stepped on the ground, the whole person rushed into the air, then controlled the center of gravity to dive down, and the dazzling light lit up on his right fist, like a red sun.
"Help me!"
Wen Youle has been entangled by several Chinese evil fighters and can't move at all. He feels the coming of death and suddenly the dead take risks.
"Right now!"
Yu Qingwan sees the opportunity. The sword light of Yu Qingjian is surging, and a sea of sword spirit is spreading. The magnificent scenery of the prosperous age and the gorgeous hall complement each other, converging into an extremely sharp sword light.
The sword light is like lightning and runs like thunder. The speed is very fast. Although the wind dust has long been wary of other people's sneak attack, the consciousness has reacted, but the body is firmly restrained by the emperor of Wu and can't make the turning action.
But he was not flustered. Instead, a strange smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He pinched a formula seal on his left hand, and his soul was about to get out of his body.
FengChen failed with one punch, raised his right arm, gathered his strength on his fist, hit Wen Youle on the cheek again, sneered: "children are really naive. The so-called people's hearts are dangerous. Adults and I think it's better for you to stay here forever! After all, dead people can't speak!"Wen Youle looked very nervous and hid behind Hua Tianlong. He glanced at the crowd and shouted, "you see? These two old monsters didn't intend to let any of us go from the beginning. They didn't do it yet?" he doesn't care now. He just said what's ugly. Being soft can't avoid a war. It's better to be bold and tough.Hua Tianlong burst out a strong spirit, directly shocked Wen Youle aside and said with a sneer: "a spineless person like you deserves my protection? When did the Wenjia become a loser? The man wanted to kill you, not me."Although he said so, his left hand had long been behind him and sent a special communication code to the people of the family. After receiving the code, the people of the Chinese family immediately gathered around him and looked extremely vigilant and retreated for a distance.Others also retreated as quickly as the Chinese family. No one was willing to start with luoxinghe and FengChen first. They all wanted wenyoule to explore the details of each other first. After all, until now, only Hua Tianlong said that the cultivation of naluoxinghe was equivalent to the realm of the emperor of martial arts, but they knew nothing about FengChen."You! You!"Wen Youle's face burst into a cold sweat and pointed to the people: "you fell into a well!"Through the demon moon technique, Lan Yu has judged that the cultivation of the wind dust has fluctuated from the peak of King Wu's eight times to the middle of King Wu's five times. If the wind dust is really fighting, it is not a terrible enemy. The person he fears most now is naluo Xinghe, who has lived for tens of thousands of years. If he doesn't have a card to kill him, he doesn't believe it, so he plans to continue to wait and see for a while, He winked at Yu Qingwan, asked her to step back and sneered, "Wen Youle, you say as if we know you very well. You and that male bone are just birds of a feather. They are not good things. Why not fight with the wind and dust with all your strength now? Maybe you can live."Green Yan Ran Jiao smiled, but her eyes were full of vigilance and said, "Wen Youle, I support you in spirit.""Support your sister!"Wen Youle was furious and kept retreating: "Qing Yanran, no wonder Hua Tianlong said you have a snake and scorpion heart. In this case, you still have the intention to tease your companions? I have to admire your nerves!"FengChen burst into laughter. The bones of his hands made a burst of noise. The explosive force surged forward and impacted Wen Youle. Now this situation is what he likes to see and would like to see. He said: "boy surnamed Wen, it seems that your popularity is not very good? No one is willing to help you!"Other people are sneering, especially Hua Tianlong. Before, when Qing Yanran united with others to deal with the people of the Hua family, he was still acting as a dog's head. Now who is willing to help such people in the face of strong enemies? If not for his image, he would have spit out thick phlegm.Wen Youle had no intention of fighting. He was forced to retreat and hit a Chinese evil warrior. The warrior's blue light flashed in his eyes and kicked Wen Youle's ass with great strength.Wen Youle stumbled and rushed forward. The whole person was embarrassed. Today's face was really lost! He couldn't care so much. He yelled. The whole face was extremely distorted. Where was half bookish? He threw out a virtual fan flower from the folding fan in his right hand and shouted, "rainstorm pear flower!"Obviously, the folding fan is also an extremely mysterious weapon. It looks light and light. In fact, there are several precise mechanisms hidden in it. The tips of the fan bones are opened together. Silver needles mixed with real yuan are shot into the air. A turning point flies down. A silver awn looks like a cold star. The rainstorm beats the pear blossom.The wind dust light Yi, then sneered and shouted: "Sirius tiger bully fist!"A wolf and a tiger roared out from his left and right hands respectively. The majesty of the king of the forest was shocking. The tiger accelerated a few minutes, rushed in front of the wolf, swept out his huge tail, changed the direction of a row of silver needles, and shot at Wen Youle. With a penetrating wolf howl, the wolf jumped onto the tiger's back, and then ejected with four feet, Open your mouth and bite Wen Youle's throat."What?"Wen Youle was shocked. Sirius tiger bully boxing is the middle-class martial art of Xiong's family. It needs authentic body training to cultivate. Even Xiong Gu himself can't display this martial art so well. He knows very well about the concealed weapons he released. The silver needle is smeared with highly toxic! If you are shot, you will bleed to death!He didn't dare to hesitate. He quickly bent down to avoid the attack of the silver needle. Then Zhenyuan stirred up on the tip of his right foot, and one foot pointed to the weakest part of the wolf's jaw. However, his move seemed to have exhausted all his strength, but in fact it was just a virtual move. When his tip was about to touch the wolf, he suddenly retracted his legs, and several beautiful back somersaults fell seven or eight meters away from the back."That dust, how long has it been since he lost the male bone? It's incredible that he can learn his unique skills in life!"Nan Yumu felt a chill on his back. Not only he, but also everyone was shocked. The understanding ability of the wind and dust was also terrible.Yu Qingwan frowned, looked at Lan Yu and said, "why don't we do it now? Although I don't like the man named Wen Youle, after all, the dust and his master are our common enemy. Although Wen Youle's cultivation is limited, it can still play a big role in keeping him alive."Lan Yu frowned and didn't answer Yu Qingwan for the time being. The reason why FengChen can achieve the highest level of martial arts of Xiong Gu must be similar to the situation when he was just reborn. It's no surprise that if he has a high understanding of martial arts, any martial arts can be mastered in a short time, Wen Youle had a few moves with FengChen. He had seen that FengChen's cultivation fluctuated more violently when he showed his martial arts skills. Obviously, he had not fully adapted to the male bone's body, but it seemed strong on the surface.He gathered a mouthful of Zhenyuan and sent a message to Yu Qingwan: "when he makes another move, you can directly destroy the body of the male bone with Yanhua sword formula and force the soul of the dust out. I will give him a fatal blow with my heart fire."Yu Qingwan's beautiful eyes brightened. Lan Yu's tactics are very exquisite. He must be caught off guard! She nodded, gathered her spirit and locked the dust.The wind dust glanced at the scattered silver needles nailed to the ground and bounced back, shook his head and said, "boy surnamed Wen, is that all you can do? It's too disappointing for us!"When the voice fell, he gave a loud drink, twisted his feet on the ground and made a strong explosion. His whole body rushed out. The green veins on his right arm burst, and all his muscles were thick in a circle, which was very visual explosive. One fist exploded the air, and the air waves rolled towards Wen Youle. At the same time, two Chinese evil fighters suddenly rushed out and hugged Wen Youle's thighs, It directly turned him into a wooden stake for practicing kung fu."Shit! Get out of here!"Wen Youle's legs tried hard to get rid of the two Chinese evil fighters, but he couldn't get rid of them for a time. The dust's fist had hit less than a meter away from his head. The vigorous wind was blowing, and all his hair flew behind him."Damn it!"He had no choice but to turn his left hand to the folding fan on his right hand. With a sound of brushing, a piece of magic light rushed up on the fan, quickly enlarged and stretched, and turned into a one meter sized Pu fan in front of him."Bang!"FengChen's fist hit the fan, and a series of fierce sparks broke out at the contact point between the fist and the fan. The huge, just and fierce force directly flew wenyoule out, and the blood in his chest was surging. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and fell into the pile of evil fighters.Luo Xinghe looked straight at his mouth. In his opinion, this boring fight is no different from children's fight. Na wenyoule is too different from wind dust in terms of martial arts understanding and strength. He said indifferently: "wind dust, this man surnamed Wen is too scum, and the speed is crushed to death. Let's clean up the rest together."Everyone glared at Luo Xinghe, but no one said he was arrogant. Huatianlong, Yinlong Haoran, Yunyi and other strong men with fierce eyes have seen that Wen Youle is definitely not the opponent of the dust, and they also saw some clues from the changes in the dust smell. Their eyes flickered slightly and scanned each other, as if they were waiting for someone to take the first shot.The wind dust nodded and said, "don't worry, sir. It's only a matter of minutes to crush him!" after he said that his feet stepped on the ground, the whole person rushed into the air, then controlled the center of gravity to dive down, and the dazzling light lit up on his right fist, like a red sun."Help me!"Wen Youle has been entangled by several Chinese evil fighters and can't move at all. He feels the coming of death and suddenly the dead take risks."Right now!"Yu Qingwan sees the opportunity. The sword light of Yu Qingjian is surging, and a sea of sword spirit is spreading. The magnificent scenery of the prosperous age and the gorgeous hall complement each other, converging into an extremely sharp sword light.The sword light is like lightning and runs like thunder. The speed is very fast. Although the wind dust has long been wary of other people's sneak attack, the consciousness has reacted, but the body is firmly restrained by the emperor of Wu and can't make the turning action.But he was not flustered. Instead, a strange smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He pinched a formula seal on his left hand, and his soul was about to get out of his body.
