Wang Yiwu ran wildly, with Zhong Xuan Sheng's crazy repulsion, and his pace became faster and faster.
Bang bang bang!
He stepped on the ground step by step, making a deep muffled sound. This shows that in the confrontation with Chongxuan Sheng, he was no longer able to fully control his strength.
He is constantly releasing himself, constantly releasing a stronger self.
Facing Fourteen's crazy consecutive slashes, he responded with thousands of punches.
Blood energy lingered around his fist, twisting like a spiritual creature.
His pace was determined and he began to push Shi Shi and Chong Xuan Sheng back.
There is no victory without me.
Invincible and selfless.
The power is like the cracking of rivers and mountains, and the murderous aura is like a tornado.
Selfless killing punch!
"Is that all?"
Wang Yiwu's fist "slowed down" in the eyes. It was not slow, but because the "power" of this punch was too clear and profound. It appeared clearly in front of the eyes, so it made people seem to be slowing down. illusion.
Lift it high, crash it down hard!
"You can do it, Chongxuan Zundu, and it's even stronger!"
clang!
Fourteen, who was wearing heavy armor, was blown away with his sword.
Zhongxuan Sheng rushed forward, immediately taking Fourteen's place and resisting Wang Yiwu. His right hand was already difficult to use, so he raised his left hand high, raised his big fat hand into a sword, and slashed vertically to his chest.
call!
Wherever the palm knife passed, the wind sounded as shrill as a ghost crying.
The beheading knife passed down from the fierce butcher Zhongxuan Chu Liang!
As if he was asking Wang Yiwu, can Zhongxuan Zun know this style?
Under the force of this sword, Wang Yiwu was unable to move, as if he was being suppressed by a warrior in the execution ground and imprisoned by shackles, waiting for the executioner to cut off his head with a single blow.
At this time, soldiers began to erupt from his body.
Either a knife, a spear, a gun, or a gun.
"kill!"
That was not someone's roar, but the natural roar of the soldiers gathered together.
Life and death are commonplace matters, not only seen in the execution ground?
Tens of thousands of troops rush to kill each other on the battlefield, and life and death can be heard in a blink of an eye.
It is force against force, killing against killing.
In front of the "Decapitating Knife" that was getting closer and closer, a steely fist appeared. It is strong, direct and fearless.
Use the iron fist against the palm knife, and it will be divided with one touch.
At the most critical moment, Zhong Xuan Sheng withdrew his sword, but his fat body moved like a frightened deer. His whole body suddenly jumped up to avoid Wang Yiwu's punch.
He is best at ingenious Taoist combinations. He fights like a chess player, moving step by step, trapping his opponent to death without even realizing it. However, Wang Yiwu's Selfless Killing Fist has been able to defeat skill with force. He is not afraid of simple Taoist damage at all. Whatever it is, he can be blown away with one punch, which just restrains his fighting style.
Wisdom Ruzhong Xuan Sheng, of course, knew that his previous fighting style would not be effective, and he would not make such useless attempts from the beginning.
At this moment, he was high up in the sky, with his right hand clenched into a hammer, and his left hand covering his right hand. Manipulation of the heavy technique is applied to oneself, causing the whole person to fall faster than when it bounced up.
Hammer on the head!
"You look like a fat flea." Wang Yiwu said coldly.
He raised his right hand high, with his fingers spread wide, and he actually used his palm to catch Zhong Xuan Sheng's hammer blow.
And Zhong Xuansheng felt that his hammer, which was as heavy as a mountain, seemed to fall into nothingness.
Wang Yiwu's hand that pressed the hammer was clearly there, but it didn't seem to exist.
In this "non-existence", his supporting palm disappeared, his open fingers closed together, and his fist reappeared, punching the sky!
His fist hit Zhong Xuan Sheng's hammer, pushing against his fat body and rushing upwards!
The sound was annihilated.
It was retrieved again by the sharp Po Feng.
Fourteen, who had been blasted away before, flew back at this time, holding the heavy sword with both hands, and slashed at him without fear of death.
Wang Yiwu had to retract his fist and fight with Shi Shi instead.
At this time, Zhongxuan Sheng was blasted high into the sky, his back had hit the roof, almost touching the limit of the "silent beheading order", and there was no room behind him to move.
But at this time, Wang Yiwu was approached by Shi Shi.
Chong Xuan Sheng released his left hand holding the hammer in time, but his right hand dropped weakly and was completely destroyed.
It was his own choice to give up his right hand and keep the combat power of his left hand intact.
From the beginning of the war to now, he has been making accurate choices, but the naked strength gap still made the war situation develop into this situation step by step.
He directly hit the "border" with his back elbow, and the power of the "Silent Beheading Order" mark knocked him back.
So he "fell down" again, clasping his fingers together.
Invisible and immaterial pressure was squeezing towards Wang Yiwu from all directions, as if it wanted to crush him to pieces - this was of course impossible.
In fact, Wang Yiwu has completely adapted to the influence of Zhongshu directly exerted on him by Zhongxuan Sheng. As he said, in terms of Zhongshu power, Chongxuan Sheng can also know it, and Zhongxuan Zun can also do it, and it is stronger.
He has faced these tricks before.
Therefore, facing Chongxuan Sheng's attack after a long battle, he could only pause for less than half a breath.
But it was this pause that ushered in the violent explosion of Fourteen.
Fourteen's sword style has always been simple and direct, directly affecting life and death. The same goes for Wang Yiwu's fist. Two people are fighting together, strong and strong colliding with each other, fierceness facing fierceness.
Wang Yiwu's pause, this opportunity that was not considered an opportunity, was seized by the black epee.
Fourteen pairs of heavy swords entered the range of the fist. At this moment, it seemed that endless power penetrated into the heavy sword. The black heavy sword even broke at this moment! It is only wrapped up in pure power and can collapse only after completing its final "mission".
At this moment, Fourteen gave up all protection, handed over all defense to the negative Yue Jia on his body, and put all his strength into this sword.
To distinguish between life and death.
This sword force can determine life and death!
The war seemed to be coming to an end at this moment.
But Wang Yiwu still just held his fist.
His gaze was terrifyingly harsh.
Punch in, punch out, punch in, punch out.
At this moment, Wang Yiwu punched twice.
One punch up, one punch forward.
It was such a simple two actions, but they were so fast that they seemed to happen at the same time. It was as if there were two fists striking in different directions at the same time.
With an upward punch, the air exploded, causing a huge wave of air to overturn Chongxuan Sheng from high in the sky!
The forward punch seemed to travel through time and space, hitting Shi Shi's abdomen and the cold hard armor of Fu Yue.
Centered on the contact point of his fist, cracks spread rapidly like a spider web throughout the mountain-thick negative armor, and the whole thing exploded!
But at this time, the heavy sword had just approached Wang Yiwu's shoulder.
Then, as Fourteen's body was blown away, he pulled away from his shoulders. Only halfway through, it shattered into countless black iron filings, covering half of Wang Yiwu's shoulders. The rest fluttered and fell to the ground.
Without Shi Shi's will, the heavy sword collapsed on its own, even more easily than Fuyue Jia.
Chong Xuan Sheng struggled to stabilize his figure in the air, and suddenly turned around, only to see that silent, familiar figure flying feebly upside down, with countless pieces of broken armor falling from his body like butterflies.
Showing that graceful and helpless body.
His face was pale and his long hair was flying.
