"Bang bang...bang bang..."
The world was silent for a moment, as if the only sound left was the beating of Wu Tian's heart.
Long Li pressed his chest, and he felt as if his heart was beating involuntarily.
Jumping a little abnormally violently.
Zu Long grasped the flying sword No. 1 with five fingers like mountains. No. 1 pressed against Zu Long's chest and struggled forward. I wonder if he got in?
This is what the old man of the Qilin tribe and Emperor Qibei want to know two thousand miles away.
To return Wu Tian's injury, this was Zu Long's real punch.
They thought they couldn't take it, and they didn't know how injured Wu Tian was.
Zu Long held the flying sword with his five fingers, but his eyes were fixed on Wu Tian's powerfully beating and rising chest.
He knew best how powerful his punch was. If an ordinary powerful person received such a punch, his heart would burst if not explode!
But this Wu Tian seems to have no big problem?
And the sound of thunder could faintly touch his heart.
Zulong's slightly narrowed eyes turned golden, Wu Tian's hair exploded in an instant, and he disappeared in an instant.
Reappearing in front of Zulong, he grasped the hilt of the first sword with both hands and pushed forward.
Without thinking, Zu Long raised his hand and punched Wu Tian in the chest.
Wu Tian raised his leg and kicked. This kick came first, with the sound of wind, and was very fast.
Zu Long's face darkened and he took a step back.
He simultaneously released the first.
Zu Long retreated for the first time, unwilling to trade one with Wu Tian, especially one with a punch or a kick.
Wu Tian's move was exactly his third move.
It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting.
Especially in front of his son.
There are also those juniors from the Qilin tribe who don’t know how high the world is.
So Zulong retreated.
Wu Tian also retreated.
One step of three thousand miles widened the distance.
The tip of the first sword was bright red, and there was blood, but only a little. It probably only pierced Zulong's skin a little.
This is the result of Wu Tian using his sword twice and going all out, which shows how thick Zulong's skin is.
Of course, this is not all a matter of thick skin, but also the imprisoning power between Zulong's five fingers.
The distance between the two of them is no less than ten thousand miles.
But Wanli, there is no real difference between Zulong and Yiyi.
He was only one sword away from Wu Tian.
Zu Long looked at Wu Tian.
Wu Tian could no longer see Zulong.
Three thousand miles is the limit of his vision.
So when Zulong came to him, he realized it.
Zu Long punched Wu Tian in the chest.
Wu Tian was blasted away.
Zu Long has no intention of giving up yet.
Followed up with another punch.
Wu Tian spurted out a mouthful of hot blood. He suppressed his heartache and said with blood in his eyes: "Great Wind Disaster Technique!"
His left hand pressed towards Zu Long.
Black wind, blood mist, curse, imprisonment...
Zulong was submerged.
Zu Long, who had previously been disapproving of it, changed his expression for the first time.
He found that he couldn't move. There was also the invasion of wind disaster and the curse of blood mist, which was somewhere between reality and reality, like maggots attached to bones.
For a moment he couldn't think of a solution.
Wu Tian's heart was beating like a drum, and lightning and thunder were thundering in his chest. His blood was boiling, and he couldn't hold it down, and it went straight to his mouth and nose.
Wu Tian roared with blood in his eyes: "Let me chop him!"
The little man in yellow appeared and controlled the flying sword to kill the ancestral dragon.
Zulong couldn't move yet and was about to be chopped down.
The world was silent for a moment.
The people below lost their breath for a moment.
But at the next moment, Zulong let out an earth-shattering roar.
The wind disaster's imprisonment was broken by his roar, and the first one was blown away by the dragon's roar.
"Give me a ban!"
There was still blood in it.
The dragon's roar was interrupted, and the lingering sound was vague.
But it is powerless.
Zu Long walked out step by step with a dark face and walked towards Wu Tian.
He suddenly understood a lot.
He was tricked. His son didn't respond to him, but couldn't speak at all.
Fire danced in Zulong's eyes, and the sky behind him turned dark, gloomy, scary, and terrifying.
Just like Zulong's face at this time.
Wu Tian's mouth and nose are still bleeding, and his heart is still repairing.
Zulong's three punches were not so easy to bear.
It's definitely a miracle that he didn't get killed after three punches.
Emperor Qibei and the old men behind him all thought so.
They were shocked that he was not killed and was still alive!
As the ancestral dragon approached, it instantly grew bigger and turned into a thousand-foot sword to slash at the ancestral dragon.
Zulong kept walking, raised his hand, his five fingers were like mountains, and a small world was formed in his palm.
The thousand-foot sword pierced Fang Cun's palm. I don't know whether Qian Zhang was too small or Fang Cun was too big. In short, it was very fantasy.
It gives people a very twisted feeling.
Seeing that No. 1 was about to be taken away.
There was wind behind Zulong's head. He suddenly stopped, turned around, raised his hand, and a sword scabbard pierced his other palm.
A figure, as ordinary as the wind.
He is back.
