It is June, the East China Sea is filled with humid and sultry sea breezes, and the hot sun shines on the sea level, as far as the eye can see, the sea is wide and the sky is high, but in the sea area next to Yiyu Island, a huge fist that covers the sky is manifested.

The scorching heat seems to have frozen.

The cold sea breeze seems to freeze.

"Bang!"

Han Dong was like a giant smashing the world into the air.

The fist fell, like a brilliant waterfall.

The strength is collapsing, like a tsunami of internal forces.

The majestic cannon fist that almost broke the sea in the sky, the light that swept a radius of thousands of meters, the waves that shook the waters of the East China Sea, the strength of Pei Mo Nengyu, and even the fusion of inspiration, constituted an unrivaled fist strength.

"Kill!"

With all his might, he roared violently.

Just like the Ninefold Heavenly Que Hanging Waterfall, the crystal Milky Way descended into the sky, and the giant fist of wind flow, white clouds, light, and countless air substances enveloped the mothership three hundred meters long, annihilating all the people of the ghost kingdom, no matter the fear and wailing, no matter the malicious curse, no matter the hysteria, all died at this moment.

Leave these ordinary people aside. Rao is a diamond, and it is difficult to survive under the strength of the fist.

However.

Han Dong did not let up.

"The warm-up for the war is finally over. ”

"The prologue of this trip has just begun, and what you really need to face is always the big ghost. ”

Han Dong's right fist froze in the air, and then slowly retracted it on his waist, seemingly restrained, but in fact there was an outstanding and brilliant inspiration, as if flowing out like a bubbling stream.

Inspiration is boiling!

Blood is burning!

With the blood like gold and silver, fueling the blazing inspiration, Han Dong didn't look at the ending of the mothership at all, and the destruction had become an established fact, but the blood-drenched ghosts hidden inside still exuded a cold chill.

"The wind is rising!"

Han Dong, whose face was stern, poked out his empty right palm upward, daring to shoot the wind and clouds into the sky, and when he landed, he condensed into a series of mellow and harmonious Xuanqi hurricanes.

A howling hurricane piercing above sea level.

Inspiration is added, and a huge amount of wind flow is integrated.

"Bang!"

The right palm flipped over, like a seal flipping, and the entire heavenly dome was collapsing.

Now that the mothership has been destroyed, and since this big ghost still wants to hide, Han Dong simply took the mysterious light wind and swept the confusing sea area below.

Below.

The mothership, which was used as a giant fist by Han Dong and chiseled into scum alive, was filled with dust and dust, splashing water and waves, and hiding the unknown horror and great silence inside.

The hurricane swirls and falls downward.

Combining the meaning of martial arts, the internal force and the extraordinary inspiration of the mysterious wind, it is almost like reaching the three thousand techniques of the Xuan, directly dispelling the chaotic dust that isolates the induction of the line of sight. At the same time, the chill disappeared.

Crash!

The wind blew for thousands of meters, smoothing the waves and dissipating the dust and steel slag.

But something unbelievable happened, the fleet general Matsui Murazumi, whose real identity was a blood-soaked ghost, actually disappeared without a trace, as if he had never been to this world at all.

"Huh?"

Han Dong's figure flickered, standing at sea level.

The sun was shining, the sea was spreading, and all around was the floating and sinking fragments of ships, and the people of the ghost kingdom who couldn't see the shape clearly.

"Where have you been. ”

Han Dong lowered his head, unable to see his face clearly.

"You're too ignorant. ”

The internal force is tense, the inspiration is condensed, and Han Dong's right foot rubs the rippling blue sea, suddenly inhales, and half-turns his body, as if he is carrying the right fist of the thunder hammer and throws it to the side of the air - vibrating the internal force and resisting the world, and shaking the world with inspiration!

One person inspires and pries the surging waves.

The hammer struck, and the riot air collapsed.

Disheveled!!!

The thunderous fist shook as if throwing out the blazing emotions in his heart, and knocked over the big ghost Matsui Muraizumi who was quietly hiding and preparing to approach Han Dong.

"Impossible!"

Matsui Muraizumi wailed and retreated 100 meters.

It is both a big ghost and a Matsui Mura Izumi, and there has never been such a person in this world, Matsui Mura Izumi has been this big ghost since the beginning.

"Damn it!"

"I know you're Han Dong, how can you discover my concealment without a title level, without the power of heaven and earth fusion?" Matsui Murazumi was a little crazy, this brutal and unforged horizontal volley, and its ghost body shattered a little.

In response to its anger, there is only boundless killing.

In an instant.

Han Dong cut through the sea surface of 100 meters, forming a sunken channel that divided the waves and broke the waves, stretched straight, and arrived in front of Matsui Muraizumi in an instant, his right foot fell to the sea, and his majestic left leg bounced out like thunder on the flat ground.

"Song!well!village!spring!"

"Slaughtering my Chinese soldiers and trampling on my Chinese dignity, if you don't die, my heart will be uneasy!"

This long roar of the clouds is not a nonsense, but has a radiance of inspiration, as the sound waves hit the sea level and bounce upwards, as the area of a kilometer seems to construct a prison of inspiration.

A long howl scares the sky, restricting the big ghosts from escaping!

"What's that?"

"Inspiration can still be used in this way, I, Matsui Murazumi, have encountered several Chinese titles head-on, and there is no such outrageous inspiration. Matsui Muraizumi was taken aback, and he didn't care about disguising his human body, and immediately returned to the ghost body of the blood-drenched ghost.

Big ghosts, crowned with big characters, have big horror!

In particular, the manifestation of the ghost body, forming blood, as if the hideous posture of being drenched in blood, is the only characteristic of the big ghost.

"Stygian!"

Izumi Matsui Mura wields the power of ghosts.

Pity.

Allowing it to manifest a thousand weapons and infect the surrounding air, it still couldn't bear Han Dong, and a green robe pierced the dark and ghostly energy, illuminating the four seas and eight wildernesses, and shaking the waters of the East China Sea.

Plough the waves!

Split the ghost body!

Han Dong swept with his left palm, and the sharp and unspeakable palm knife slashed part of Matsui Murazumi's ghost body, causing it to let out a terrible and resentful wail, and the pitch-black ghost body, which had no fixed state, almost fell apart.

It's an incredible picture.

Matsui Murazumi Ghost was shocked: "What kind of inspiration is this? Such a little strength is equivalent to an ordinary title second-step martial arts realm, but after adding inspiration, it can completely suppress me?"

It couldn't be believed.

Rao is an inspired martial arts practitioner who has an advantage over ghosts over demons. But this advantage is also extremely limited, and it is impossible to differ by a realm.

Terrified.

I'm really scared.

Matsui Murazumi realized the death crisis, and hurriedly transmitted the ghost energy fluctuations: "Hurry up, you guys come over and help me, Huaguo Tianjiao Han Dong's inspiration is too bizarre, and it is completely different from normal martial arts humans!"

Ghost energy has just been delivered.

Yiyu Island in the distance.

A ...... Two ...... There were three blood-drenched ghosts, whose bodies flowed with blood, and with a hideous hiss, as if a swamp had accumulated for an unknown number of years, infecting the waters of the East China Sea within a radius of thousands of meters.

The scorching sun hanging high in the sky is dim.

The sea breeze blowing in Xi Xi is stagnant.

They are extremely vicious, suddenly emerging from Yiyu Island, with different ghost bodies, and they have the power of ghosts and ghosts just by looking at them.

"Good!"

Matsui Muraizumi screamed secretly.

It was full of confidence, and there was no longer the slightest panic, and the distance of several kilometers was simply close to the big ghost.

Boom!

Han Dong launched with his right foot and kicked in Matsui Murazumi.

"Hehe, stupid human Han Dong, you just wait to be absorbed by us!" Matsui Muraizumi didn't care about this whip leg, the ghost body churned, disturbing the consciousness and soul, and prepared to immediately flee thousands of kilometers away.

Pity.

This whip leg contains lingering softness.

The inextricable silk strength restrained the big ghost Matsui Mura Izumi, causing his complexion to change drastically, and the ghost body trembled, tearing these restraints and trying to escape.

Pity.

It's too late.

The green robe shrouded the eons, the green mangs swept the four directions, and Han Dong's body seemed to have a brilliant divine power like a scorching sun, and the crystal right palm pierced the air.

"No!"

Izumi Matsui roared in despair.

"What are you calling it? "The right palm that was swirling around the steaming light flow, changed seven times in mid-air, like a perfect and flawless heaven-sent inspection jade seal, and grabbed it like a bamboo.

"I got you. ”

Han Dong's face was cold, and he smiled and looked at the terrified ghost kingdom big ghost Matsui Murazumi.

"Han!Dong!"

Izumi Matsui uttered his last words of collapse.

Disheveled!

The right fist is like a golden hoop, and the left palm rotates like a light lotus, slamming in, slamming into the big ghost, and the jeans on the right leg begin to collapse inch by inch - bump, bump, bump!

Even if it is a high mountain, it must be crushed.

Even the ocean has to collapse.

The force is fully opened, the light is ignited, and the thunder killing of the flow of inspiration is three times in an instant, the first crash collapses the dripping blood of the big ghost, the second crashes the dark ghost body of the big ghost, and the third crashes and destroys the ghost of the big ghost, as if the waves of the angry sea sweep thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

"Hmm. ”

"And the three of you...... Don't even think about leaving alive. Han Dong shook his palms, dusted off the green robe that was as elegant as the dust of the immortals, half turned around, looked at the west, wiped out millions of divisions today, got up and raised his fist, and slaughtered the big ghosts again!

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