Tudor was silent for a long time, thinking about it seriously, and realized that he could not bring out the second Centenary Valley. He said no more. There were two loud "crack" sounds under his feet, the ice was shattered, his body sank half a foot, and his eyes were filled with blood. , all the breath is collected in the body, ready to go. Fan Bashan remained calm, his joints rubbed together, making a slight sound, like the rising tide, like eating away at mulberry leaves. The rustling sound echoed through the sky. He stood between heaven and earth, one and the same.
On the high cliff, Iron Monkey felt the same. He dropped the wine jar, his eyes flashed with golden light, staring at Tudor outside the Ghost Gate, and Fan Bashan inside the Ghost Gate, unruly, and the iron chains around him jingled several times, and then fell silent. The people of Keyue Niu and Thrush are even worse. They huddle behind huge rocks and dare not show their heads. Their muscles and bones are stiff. Fear and panic are like a tide that floods their bodies and minds, and they bow at the feet of the strong.
Just as the two strong men were confronting each other and the situation was about to break out, Wei Shiqi suddenly appeared. The Iron Monkey grinned and came to his side. His mouth was full of alcohol and showed a flattering expression. Wei Shiqi touched its head, his eyes were as deep as the sea. It seems to be watching the battle situation, but also seems to be thousands of miles away.
The breath of the abyss did not leak out at all, but Fan Bashan glanced up intentionally or unintentionally, and frowned slightly. Although this man said that he did not want to help each other, he just watched from the sidelines. After all, he was an outside variable. He and Tudor were fighting each other. If you beat him to death, don't let others benefit and make a huge joke.
Tudor was always paying attention to each other's every move. With a twitching eyebrow, he followed Fan Bashan's gaze and saw a monster spying on the high cliff. He made no secret of his intention to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers. Anger gradually grew in his chest. It's so ridiculous that ants dare to do such an outrageous thing! He lowered his eyes and said solemnly: "The rats don't know how to advance or retreat, but are they subordinates of General Fan?"
Fan Bashan was moved in his heart, shook his head and said: "Just treat it as someone else's eyes and ears, no need to mind."
Tudor was a general under the Chakravartin King, and he was arrogant. How could he take these eyes and ears inquiring into account? Mosquitoes and flies harassed him, so he had to clean them away. He grabbed his hand, and the blood on the tattoo on his arm flashed, and his blood condensed. It turned into a sharp cone, like an arrow leaving the string, and shot towards Wei Shiqi with lightning speed. It was about to arrive, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air was astonishing behind him.
Wei Shiqi raised his arms and waved the red copper hate stick, releasing the breath of the abyss, and pointed it impartially on the tip of the cone. The cone of blood and energy collapsed and was annihilated in the void. Tudor flipped his wrist, and a ball of blood and energy emerged out of thin air and fell on it. The palm has been damaged several points. He pondered for a moment and said coldly: "Who is coming?" Although the voice was not high, it was like a sharp arrow that shot through the sky and reached the sky.
Wei Shiqi said: "I'm just watching the battle, I have no other intention."
The person spying on the high cliff relied on his own skills and took a blood cone from him. He was an unusual character. Attacking the Hundred Years Valley was of great importance. Tudor didn't want to cause trouble, so he ignored him at the moment and exerted force on his waist and abdomen. , rampaging into the gate of hell. Fan Bashan was on guard for a long time, clenched his fists with both hands, suddenly shouted loudly, and blasted towards the opponent.
The generals under the command of Fan Wei, the Lord of the Western Abyss, are headed by Fan Bashan. This person, as an unknown person, devoted himself to the bloody battle and took advantage of the situation. He emerged from the sky like a comet and destroyed countless enemies. He made great military exploits and achieved great successes. name. Times changed and the situation changed. Fan Kui's several campaigns were unfavorable and he lost troops and generals. The decline was complete. Fan Bashan was ordered to guard Baisui Valley. He acted like a mainstay. He fought back more than ten waves of offensives for hundreds of years and defended the four battles without losing. Those who are lucky enough to enter the sight of the Lords of the Three Sovereigns and Six Kings are also rare.
This time, Tudor attacked the Hundred Years Valley in the name of King Chakravartin, and his elite troops came out in full force, with the intention of completing his victory in one battle. This was by no means a temptation. Knowing yourself and your enemy means you can fight a hundred battles. He has already found out clearly that Fan Bashan rose up in the bloody battle for no reason. He plundered blood and killed people like hemp. His body is indestructible and his iron fist is invincible. He can use all kinds of methods and magical powers, but he only has one punch. Welcome. This is the stupidest and most crude way of playing, and it is also the most effective way of fighting in a bloody battle. It has been refined to the extreme, and it is not easy to defeat it.
Tudor has been planning for this battle for a long time. Fan Bashan is an unavoidable hard nut. The Baisui Valley is in a dangerous terrain. Only one man can open the gate of hell. No one can open it. He does not hesitate to sacrifice his life to fight for the battle. It is just a waste of blood and vitality. It is useless. It didn't help, so he thought hard and asked the King of Wheels to take action himself and brand countless tattoos on his body to contain Fan Bashan's offensive and seize the opportunity.
Seeing the opponent's fists coming out, Tudor circled his right arm, blood flashed on the tattoo, and the blood condensed into a shield to welcome the opponent. With a muffled sound, Fan Bashan's fists hit the ground, and the huge force came like an overwhelming force. Tudor urged the blood to reduce it layer by layer. When the blood shield was exhausted, the remaining strength was no longer a concern.
Fan Bashan said "Huh", quite surprised, and said casually: "But the method of the Wheel-turning King?"
Tudor flexed his arms, stretched his muscles, and asked, "How?"
Fan Bashan thought for a while, then slightly bent his right knee. His burly figure suddenly turned into a gray shadow, and he raised his right shoulder and hit it. It was "a wild bull pulling up the mountain", and the power was still in his fists. Tudor clasped his hands together, crossed his elbows in front of his chest, and where the blood flashed, a shield appeared in front of him again, withstanding the force of the opponent's impact. This time, the remaining strength was unusually large, pushing him several feet away, and Fan Ba The mountain didn't wait for him to gain a firm footing. He rubbed his body and climbed up again. He still made a "barbaric bull pull up the mountain", sliding across half an arc and crashing into his side.
A straight line and an arc were executed one after another in a flash of lightning. Wei Shiqi saw it in his eyes and shook his head slightly. Tuduo stood firm first. Against the blood-consuming energy, it seemed that he was waiting for work, but in fact it was not advisable. Fan Bashan attacked. The killing momentum is the heaviest, and if it is not interrupted early, it will be unsustainable.
Sure enough, Fan Bashan tried two punches, and then like a storm, he struck hard from all directions, punched, kicked, elbowed and shoulder-bumped, causing the opponent to retreat again and again, sometimes sliding to the east, sometimes sliding to the west, There is no way to fight back. Tudor knew full well that his chance was lost. The blood tattooed all over his body disappeared, and the flashes became more and more urgent. He struggled to hold on with the magical power passed down by the Chakravartin King. As long as his blood energy was not exhausted, Fan Bashan could not do anything to him.
The blood in Fan Bashan's body was surging, and his fists and kicks were tearing apart mountains and rocks, like rivers running through them. He estimated that the opponent's blood was about to dry up, and as his strength grew, his attacks became more fierce, but he was blocked one by one, and he was still unable to inflict serious damage. Fan Bashan knew something was wrong, so he made a decision immediately, punched out, and then retreated violently. After a long battle, the punch was slightly slower. Tudor stepped aside to avoid it, stretched out his right arm, and his blood condensed into a spear. Like a poisonous dragon coming out of its hole, it stabs the opponent's lower abdomen.
Wei Shiqi's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood that if Tudor dared to take the defensive first and strike later, he must be possessing a treasure that can replenish his vitality. Otherwise, how could he survive Fan Bashan's fierce attack with his own strength! The generals under King Chakravartin should not be underestimated. He would seize the slightest opportunity and turn from defense to offense. Fan Bashan's momentum had declined, and he could no longer hide any trump cards he had.
Fan Bashan retreated sharply, his blood energy/gun stabbed quickly, and he chased him several feet away. He continued to move forward. The tip of the spear trembled slightly, never leaving the ground. The cold light flowed, unstoppable. The barrel of the gun turned from solid to empty, and was held in Tudor's palm. Yes, just a wisp of blood.
