boom!
Tu Wanfang's right hand, which he raised horizontally, felt a ball of energy exploding in his palm.
The body as tall and thin as a bamboo pole staggered back a few steps, leaning crookedly, and seemed to fall over if the wind blew, but the heroes of Zhongzhou had been besieging him for a long time, and they only beat him down once.
The clothes on his body had become rags and tatters, making it difficult to cover his body, and the gray-blue skin he exposed looked like a frozen corpse, but everyone felt that his vitality was stronger than anyone else.
They were also hit by the surging air waves, and everyone around them fell to the ground or fell on their backs. There were only a few people standing nearby, and most of them retreated three to five feet away from the outside.
There was also an old man with gray hair and a stooped back who had a wine gourd tied around his waist. He was blown away by the air wave and shot diagonally into the air!
The old man's face was covered by messy gray hair, his chest collar was a bloody mess, and his sleeves were empty. Only the black and red blood stains on the jagged cuffs could be seen. Two fresh blood stains on his chest a moment ago The arms are still there.
Before the old man with a broken arm landed, a swordsman dressed as a scholar flew up and stretched out his right arm to hug the old man with great reluctance. When he landed, he could barely stand and fell backwards with the old man.
It turned out that the scholar-swordsman only had half of his arm left in his left sleeve, and he was not yet able to control the balance of his missing arm.
After Yang Zijin took Zhentian Lei, he saw from the messy gray hair that the opponent's eyes were closed, but his face was wrinkled and wrinkled, and it was hard to find even a hint of pain, as if he was taking in less air and outgoing more air.
He kept shaking Zhentianlei's body, trying to teach him to stay awake and not fall asleep.
The lips opened and closed for a long time, trembling, not a word was uttered, but another hot tear was shed on the wound on Zhen Tianlei's chest.
Silently concerned eyes moved away from the old drunkard Zhen Tianlei with sighs.
Compared with Hongshang's encounter with Xuan Xiao, the combined efforts of more than 40 strong players in the Zhongzhou Jianghu were unable to do anything to Tu Wanfang, and the number of people injured in Tu Wanfang's hands was still growing.
A large number of members of the Northern Rejection Alliance who were the first to take the initiative to attack Tu Wanfang following Mo Shang retreated to the outer lines in embarrassment. Especially the members of Qingtian's group suffered the most severe injuries.
In addition to the Zhentian Lei who had just been driven away, the scholar and swordsman Yang Zijin lost an arm.
Gang leader Jun Chi sat back in the wheelchair, resting his hands on the armrests, lowering his head and breathing heavily.
Hun's gun was broken, and Tu Wanfang pressed his head on the ground and pushed him for more than ten feet.
It turns out that Hun was born with an eye disease, and it was difficult to distinguish the objects he was seeing with both eyes, so he usually took the initiative to cover one eye and used his left and right eyes in turn.
After some efforts, the left side of his face was destroyed, his left eyeball was shattered, and several sternum bones were broken. He was extremely lucky that he didn't die, but he had no power to fight anymore, and he only had one eye left to use in the future.
The one in the best condition was Sima Jie. His legs were originally prosthetic limbs and he used crutches as weapons. He was injured by Tu Wanfang. He only lost one crutch and one prosthetic limb, so the impact was not great.
Seeing this situation, the unbearable look in Meng Chaoge's eyes disappeared as soon as it appeared, and he shook his head.
The Jubei League's group went south to Putian this time not because they were invited by Tingyuge, but because they came with their own purposes.
Compared to the Xiaoyue League and the Crescent Moon League, which had a more positive attitude, although the Qingtian clan also had its leader personally holding down the formation, the number of people who came was the smallest, only ten.
But now only Sima Jie, who has a broken leg, and Yang Zijin, who has a broken arm, are still able to protect a living brother, which can be described as extremely miserable.
Fortunately, there were not many red-clothed sect members and Japanese people left, and Tingyuge still had plenty of manpower. Meng Chaoge asked Shi Zhonghuo to pull Ji Zhe up to the side of the Qingtian people to keep an eye on them.
After Aban and Jiang Yichen worked together to knock down an extremely arrogant Japanese warrior, they saw the dying Zhentian Lei in Yang Zijin's arms, the broken gourd fragments on the ground, and the last gourd of wine in Zhentian Lei's waist.
Abban, who had lost a confidant in life and in drinking, was filled with sullen feelings and spit on the ground.
Next to him, Jiang Yichen suddenly said, "Brother Aban, have you ever drank with an old drunkard?"
Although he and Jiang Yichen had gone through life and death together in Longyuan Gorge and were already familiar with him in Tingyu Pavilion, Abban really couldn't muster the desire to talk to Jiang Yichen who got drunk whenever he touched alcohol. He originally wanted to vent his anger in Japan. As a human being, memories of hearing Jiang Yichen's words flooded into his heart like a tide. How could he move any further?
"You also know that he is called the old drunkard. I am a person who loves wine as much as my life. I have drank with him more than once before, and we always came back thoroughly enjoyed."
Scenes of drinking fights floated through Abban's mind again and again, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up to form an ugly smile with his completely uneven beard.
"The old drunkard has a long-established "Jiu Qi Jue". One of the drawbacks of this technique is that it consumes a lot of alcohol. One gourd of wine will increase the strength of the wine. Three gourds of wine can fight a pack of wolves. Six gourds of wine can fight a pack of wolves. The first level of Jiu Jin can tear apart a giant insect with bare hands, and the ninth level of Jiu Jin can punch a bull until its flesh and blood fly everywhere!"
Jiang Yichen listened quietly as Aban told him about Yu Zhentianlei's past, intelligence information that was not unfamiliar to him.
"...Why do you think this old guy always carries so many wine gourds? It's not just for getting drunk and accumulating alcohol. Each wine gourd can be used to explode after being filled with wine vapor. The final effect is comparable to the gunpowder recorded in old history when martial arts was at its peak, and it can easily break mountains and crack rocks!"
"However, haha, such an incredible wine gourd actually only shook the monster twice!"
"The fun of such an incredible guy is over like this!"
"What a fool!"
"Grass!"
puff! puff!
While Abban was venting his unhappiness, he coordinated with Jiang Yichen's prodding with his black spear and slashed wildly with his knife, killing two more opponents!
Not long after, there were very few red-clothed congregants and Japanese people left on the scene.
There are still about 180 people alive on the Jianghu side of Zhongzhou, and it is more than enough to free up half of them to clean up the mess.
Top masters such as Gu Xinhun, Long Duoduo, and Master Qingku joined the demon-slaying battle one by one.
All the heroes of the Zhongzhou arena understand that as long as Tu Wanfang does not die, the casualties like Zhentian Lei will never stop, this battle will never end, and the Zhongzhou Wulin will never be at peace!
How easy is it to kill Tu Wanfang?
In view of the fact that every time Tu Wanfang took the initiative to attack, he was very powerful and covered a wide area. The formation of nearly a hundred people only surrounded this great evil group in a radius of about twenty feet.
In order to avoid accidental injuries, most of the people surrounded and waited for the opportunity to attack. The situation in the field was often one-on-one, two-on-one, or at most three-on-one.
The menacing and invincible Long Duoduo and Tu Wanfang faced off head-on.
Tu Wanfang was still the unbeatable Tu Wanfang.
However, Long Duoduo seemed to be unable to get through an iron wall. Within thirty rounds, he suffered internal injuries.
Seeing that Lian Long Duoduo couldn't bear it, Si'er, who was secretly selfish, forced Piao Ying to fight alone.
Then Gu Xinhun and Gongsun Yu joined forces to take action.
Gongsun Yu's sword moved in all directions, but it failed to kill thousands of people.
Gu Xinhun stabbed over a thousand swords, and Gu Yan Sword, which could break through the crystal wall of Sun Moon Castle, was pointed directly at Tu Wanfang's eyebrows, throat, heart, and lower body, but it was useless.
When everyone was at a loss what to do, Master Qingku stood up with his monk's robes in tatters.
He replaced Gu Xinhun and Gongsun Yu, whose sword-holding hands were trembling and in urgent need of a break.
Tu Wanfang and Master Qingku's fists and palms clashed, making a sound like gold and iron hitting each other, bang bang!
A faint Buddha's light appeared on the skinny and dark body, sometimes like a vajra's angry eyes, sometimes like a Bodhisattva's lowered eyebrows, and he clapped his hands unhurriedly, not like Tu Wanzhi facing the wheat light, but more like that big guy playing with fists. Noisy.
Master Qingku, who showed great kindness and compassion, Qianye Shou, and Tu Wanfang, who played gentle Tai Chi, not only made everyone feel a little lighter on their shoulders, but also showed everyone a clear path.
Since Tu Wanfang cannot be cut into pieces and cut into pieces for the time being, then he can try to restrict the opponent or sneak away from him.
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With the death of several remaining red-clothed sect members and Japanese warriors, in tonight's battle at Jiulian Mountain, only Hongshang and Tu Wanfang were left on the red-clothed sect's side.
Xuan Xiao walked towards the crowd holding the red dress with his hands tied behind his back.
There was a snap, and it was still on the mud.
Hongshang put her hands behind her back and was unable to control her body, so she had to kneel down on her knees, raise her buttocks, and drop her head to the ground, leaving her to chew on the mud.
His mouth was full of muddy water mixed with blood, sweat, and corpse water, and he was not in a hurry to spit it out.
He just slowly raised his face, with its bruised and purple meridians criss-crossing, and no trace of its innocent childish face. He looked for Xuan Xiao, who was looking down at him from above, with a proud expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, as if he was silently provoking a demonstration.
Xuan Xiao said calmly: "Tell me, what is the weakness of this monster? You will never create a monster that you can't destroy yourself, right?"
Hong Shang's mouth was still open, with muddy water still dripping from her mouth. She had no intention of answering, and the mocking look on her face was even stronger.
Xuan Xiao scratched his chin and said helplessly: "How about throwing you over to feed Tu Wanfang? Or we find a way to bring him across the entire ship and send him back to Japan?"
