Little Matchmaker's attacks are mainly melee combat, but the method is completely different from before. It is no exaggeration to say that she is tough. In the pavilion of Bailian Weapon Road, Song Hua joked: "You can play with two machetes so well." Mei, this little matchmaker is really not simple." Lu Qiu Gong Liang said: "Not only is it not simple, you would have died three or four times if you had gone up there."
Zuo Zhiwei gradually became fanatical from being cold at first. He is a warlike person. The more intense the battle, the more he can be immersed in it. He has no martial arts skills, just like a beast with fangs that sees its prey. He remained excited until he collapsed.
Getting faster and faster, Zuo Zhiwei kicked out dozens of times as soon as he raised his leg, and the action was completed in the blink of an eye. Mu Ziyun's forehead was sweating when he saw this. He would never be able to take on this speed, even if he was also Yan Xiu Mahayana. , but for some reason the little matchmaker was able to handle being hit in the legs with ease. He watched helplessly as she was being punched and kicked many times, but she acted like nothing had happened.
"There's something wrong with her clothes." Zuo Zhiwei thought in his mind. If he made a wrong step, he would step back, but the little matchmaker didn't give him a chance to breathe. The two daggers stuck to him firmly. Lose a lot.
Zuo Zhiwei kicked his legs back to stop his body, made a fist with his right hand and punched the ground. The fist was still a few feet high from the ground. From a visual point of view, a whirlwind grew from small to large around Zuo Zhiwei, blowing the small one. The matchmaker bounced out, and it only took half a breath from appearing to disappearing.
This was not over yet. Zuo Zhiwei put his hands in front of his chest to make a punch, and then continued to punch hard. What came out of his punch was not a wave, but a real air wave, and it was the air wave that was heated by high friction.
The little matchmaker could chop with a knife, but if she couldn't avoid it, she would cover herself with her wide sleeves. The strange thing was that no matter how strong the air wave was, it would disappear in front of her dress.
In the Chimiao Peak Pavilion, Pan Xiaowen said in surprise: "Huh? How come this woman's dress looks so like my master's precious phantom 'Caiyi'?" Xiao Buhui said: "So, it's true. Senior Sister's 'Caiyi' Yi' is invulnerable to all kinds of poisons and poisons, and even martial arts power cannot penetrate it. This woman's dress is indeed somewhat similar to that of Cai Yi."
Bang! It's the sound of shaking wind. Zuo Zhiwei stepped on the spot, peeling off a layer of soil with each foot. After four steps, he was hanging in the air. His arms were spread wide and his hands were like claws. He suddenly retracted them and straightened them staggered. He then repeated three times. , the friction between the speed and the air caused Zuozhiwei's sleeve to catch fire.
For the last time, a raging spherical airflow accumulated in his two palms. He compressed the air with his martial arts, grabbed the wind ball with his right hand, and punched the wind ball with his left fist, crushing the new airflow in with each blow. But the wind ball did not get bigger, but the air accumulated in the ball made an increasingly harsh and deafening scream.
Ye Bingzhi said to himself in the Luoye Sect Pavilion: "That's enough, do you want to turn this competition venue over?"
The scream was already unbearable. The little matchmaker covered her face with her wide sleeves and covered her ears, leaving only her eyes exposed. Ouyang Bai of Tianhe Gate covered his ears and cursed, but what he cursed was drowned out by the scream.
Finally stopping, Zuozhiwei grabbed the highly accumulated wind ball in his right hand, and stretched his arm at his side. The wild wind driven by the wind ball directly tore Zuozhiwei's left sleeve into pieces, revealing his scarred arm. And the scope of the romance continues to expand, and the face of Zuo Zhiwei behind the mask is full of ferocity and fanaticism.
"Ah! Hahahaha..." Zuo Zhiwei howled with a smile and threw the wind ball.
How to describe this scene or the power of this move? Just like the bomb that burned most of the competition venue before, it exploded directly on the ground. The strong wind, no, it should be said to be a storm, was mixed with electric light and sparks. Mu Ziyun could clearly see the interface less than a foot away in front of him. Like the gate of hell, a piece of gray tile fell on the edge, and the process of being crushed cannot even be seen with the naked eye.
It took half a cup of tea for the storm to dissipate. The entire competition venue turned into a large hole seven to eight feet deep. It was so dark that it was unclear whether it was soil or stone particles. Mu Ziyun felt empty in his heart, as if something had been lost. Looking deep into the The figure in the cave sighed.
Zuo Zhiwei did not fall to the ground. Instead, he frowned. In front of everyone, at the deepest part of the cave entrance, two short knives flew out from the scorched earth, followed closely by the charming woman. Her smile remained the same. So seductive, her dress was more colorful than before, and Zuo Zhiwei looked up at the sky. The little matchmaker chuckled and said: "Senior Brother Zuo is so strong, the matchmaker almost fainted."
"Hey, hahaha..." Iron Arhat smiled proudly, "It took so much effort to fart, but it didn't work at all, haha..." The little matchmaker covered her mouth and laughed like a bell.
Li Ziwen whispered to Zhang Kui: "The real person doesn't show his face. We still see it superficially. That Zuo Zhiwei is probably at the level of a master, and can be on par with you and me." Zhang Kui'en said something and continued: "It's amazing that the matchmaker was able to survive without any injuries. Chashan has shown a ruthless character. I just hope that the two of them will come out with a clear outcome. It's best if one of them is dead and the other injured."
"Senior Brother Zuo," the little matchmaker said, "Is it just a warm-up activity for Senior Brother? Are you going to get serious next time?"
Hum hum… Zuo Zhiwei actually smiled, hum hum… He raised his right hand in front of his eyes like a claw, flexed his fingers and said: "You mean warm-up activities? No, this is a warm-up!" Zuo Zhiwei has two big arms. He opened his mouth and arched his legs. His skin was visibly red, as if it was filled with blood. His body was filled with white gas and he made a squeaking sound.
Zuo Zhiwei grabbed the mask with his left hand, and with a strong force, the mask shattered on his face. This was a pretty face. If there were not the burning marks on the left half of the face, a violent aura came from this face. Squirted out, those eyes were embedded between the scars, like a living king of hell. The ferocious eyes did not look at the little matchmaker, but stared closely at Mu Ziyun.
Mu Ziyun couldn't help but shuddered, his eyes were very calm, and he looked at Zuo Zhiwei quietly.
Zuo Zhiwei turned his gaze back. The little matchmaker covered her mouth and smiled more worriedly, but no one could see it. This upcoming drama makes every member of the sect excited and frightened. How strong is he? How strong will it be?
Ouyang Bai was an exception. He snorted coldly and said to himself: "A group of ignorant guys will know what despair means when they meet the genius of our sect."
Zuo Zhiwei was about to attack, but Ye Bingzhi had already stood up from the chair, ready to retreat at any time. He knew Zuo Zhiwei's level. He didn't know where a punch would affect him.
At this critical moment when everyone was watching, the little matchmaker let out a sigh and turned her head to look at the Qingshan Mountain Pavilion. After a few breaths, Mu Ziyun and Li Ziwen turned back sharply at the same time, "No! Run!" "The two shouted together. Mu Ziyun grabbed Hu Zi and Feng Jing, and Li Ziwen grabbed Hao Han and Mo Chaozhen, and instantly jumped out of the pavilion. At that same moment, a dark green python rushed out from the bottom of the pavilion.
The giant python's head was one foot wide, and the long letter was still dripping blood. The entire pavilion, including the stone steps, was shattered into pieces, and a monster with a snake head and a human body appeared on the giant python, and its skin was covered with white scales.
The moment they saw the monster, Mu Ziyun and Zuo Zhiwei immediately recognized it. He was the guy who killed Master Zuo Zhiwei on the Luo Ma River, and he was the "Pan" of the "demon" organization.
Before anyone could react, another strange man appeared on the Linlu Peak Pavilion. The left side of his head was white and the right side was black. The left side of his clothes was black and the right side was white. His face was white and black, and even his eyes were painted It's black and white, and I can't tell where the eyeballs are and where the whites are.
Before this was over, there was a howl in the Tianhemen pavilion, and a hyena-like monster with fangs bit a disciple and rushed out. The disciple's neck was torn apart during the tearing, and the blood spurted out was caught by the monster's mouth. After drinking, a figure landed from the sky next to the monster. She was like a wild beast, with long pointed claws. Feng Jing, Hu Zi, and Mu Ziyun were shocked again. Feng Jing screamed, this is not, this is not falling from the horse. Was it Bai Yao who was killed by them in Heshi?
All the heads jumped to the top of the pavilion, and the atmosphere on the field reached its peak. Li Ziwen stared at the black and white weirdo with sweat on his head, and said to Zhang Kuihaohan: "You two protect your disciples and run away when you have the chance." "
Zhang Kui exuded martial energy, Hao Han diverted the water, and Li Ziwen continued to say word by word: "He is very strong, stronger than... better than me, you can't stay."
On the west coast of Huzhou, in the Tianmen Hall of Linlu Peak, Sun Qiji raised his head and closed his eyes, saying: "It has begun, it has finally begun."
