"Wushuang!"

A mid-air roar exploded through a street in the southern half of the city.

Exhausted, covered in blood, Wushuang still raised his fist fiercely and slammed down on Wu Heng's face!

"I'm fighting with you!" Wu Heng swung his fist to meet him, stopping Wushuang. His body was also injured in multiple places, and his naked upper body was covered in blood.

These two men who have cultivated the hard skills of the outer gate to the pinnacle of perfection have been shaking for nearly an hour without any false moves, and both of them are scarred and covered with blood.

Wushuang has long lost count of how many times he has struck out of his fist, his right fist has long been fractured, and the five fingers that have maintained the fist clenching posture can't be spread out even if they want to, and the fist is full of blood, and there is no intact piece of flesh.

Wu Heng's situation was as miserable as Wushuang's, but his spirit was not as high as Wushuang's who didn't know pain, he looked very painful, and his whole person's momentum was lowered.

"Take me again!" Wushuang raised his fist with a swollen face, and the majestic tiger body slammed into it with a fierce momentum.

"Ah——h

Wushuang's punch just now also tried all his strength, after Wu Heng fell, his body rushed forward two steps with inertia, he wanted to stop but couldn't stop, and kicked Wu Heng's calf in a panic, tripping himself and pressing on Wu Heng's body.

"You're enough!" Wu Heng felt extremely humiliated, today was the first time in his history that he had been so embarrassed in a fight, and it was the first time he was crushed under him.

"Nope. Wushuang gasped and leaned next to Wu Heng's cheeks: "It's not over yet, I'm going to kill you!"

Wu Heng was ashamed and angry, and his face was flushed, extending to the root of his ears. He roared angrily and pushed Wushuang away from his body. He tried to turn around and run away, but he couldn't get up after several attempts, so he had to crawl on all fours.

Wushuang was overturned by Wu Heng, turned over with great effort, and also crawled towards Wu Heng, panting and shouting: "Don't run if you have a kind." Let's fight again, and we won't die. ”

"Crazy, crazy, really crazy. Wu Heng glanced back at Wushuang with fear, and crawled forward even more desperately.

Wushuang moved his body vigorously, the skin that touched the ground was scratched, and he dragged a shocking bloodstain from the place where he crawled.

At this time, even the Iron Guards, Lich Warriors, Youkai and other human martial artists who had been fighting in the streets and alleys of the city had stopped, and they all ran to the Lock Dragon Well, and found a position behind their respective leaders to stand and stand, and confronted each other.

There was silence in this vicinity, and there was no one in sight, only Wushuang and Wu Heng, two strong men with naked upper bodies and mountains covered in blood, crawling on the ground.

Wu Heng seemed to be frightened, and kept muttering 'madman, madman, madman', his eyes stared at the end of the road, clasped the ground with blood-soaked hands, and moved forward desperately.

Suddenly, his body shook, and he was horrified to realize that one of his feet had been grabbed by a madman behind him.

"You let go of me!" Wu Heng cried, tears mixed with the blood on his face, and two water marks were drawn.

"Yet, it's not over yet. Wushuang grabbed Wu Heng's shoes with only his left intact hand, and when Wu Heng couldn't move his body, he moved forward a few more points and buckled Wu Heng's ankle.

"Don't fight, don't fight, I won't fight. Wu Heng felt that he was enveloped by death, and his body was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He had killed so many people before that he had long regarded his life as a mustard, but now he was horrified to find that he had become one of the most ordinary mustards. As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't stand it, how noble his life was, how could he be killed like this? and he was killed by this stupid and ignorant human martial artist behind him, which was the most unacceptable to him.

The Wushuang behind him was like a ghost that lingered in the shadows, haunting him to death, and there was never a trace of relaxation. There is a very reasonable saying that says: death is not terrible, waiting for death is terrible.

Wu Heng may not feel too much fear when he is killed neatly, but Wushuang's way of slowly grinding out his will bit by bit, destroying his body bit by bit, has magnified the fear in his heart to the extreme.

Wu Heng cried in a begging tone: "Please, don't fight, I really won't fight." I know wrong. ”

"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. Wushuang's left hand moved up point by point, never stopping: "When you did evil and killed people, why didn't you think of the current result?"

"I'll change it. Leave me alone this time, I'll really change. Wu Heng cried tears, and with such a big man as Wushuang behind him, he really couldn't crawl.

"No way. Wushuang finally pressed Wu Heng's back again, he stretched out his right arm and put Wu Heng's neck in the crook of his arm, his left hand firmly grasped his right wrist, and then pulled it back hard. "I swore that I would avenge my master. ”

"No, don't. Wu Heng's neck was strangled, and he gradually lost his breath, and his strength in struggle became weaker and weaker.

"Die. Musou used all of his remaining physical strength on his arms, his left hand almost pulling his right arm off.

Wu Heng opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, his two eyes widened, and his whole face turned purple.

A few minutes later, Wu Heng completely stopped moving, and Wushuang was still strangled without the slightest relaxation.

Suddenly, a strong wind came from above!

A gray figure quickly flashed from the side, and the strong wind that hit it upwards met it, scattering it with a single palm.

The owner of the strong wind landed, and it turned out to be Wu Zong, who was also covered in scars and exhausted.

And the gray figure—

Wushuang raised his head with great effort, and saw the back in front of him, too familiar, this old coward, even if it turned to ashes, he would recognize it.

"Huangfu old coward?" Wushuang was very surprised.

"My mouth still stinks so much!" Huangfu Yi scolded him without looking back, but his eyes were fixed on Wu Zong. This lich can't seem to be killed, and it's a bit of a problem. Huangfu Yi frowned secretly.

"Fool, let him go!" Wu Zong shouted to Wushuang, and when he saw Wu Heng's appearance, he felt bad in his heart.

"Nope. Wushuang's tone was weak, but his attitude was resolute. He came down to find Wu Heng to fight alone, so he didn't know Wu Zong, who later came to Li Dazhuang to fight.

"Kill you all!" Wu Zong shouted angrily, and an illusory phoenix bird, which was almost transparent, reluctantly flapped its wings, and took Wu Zong into the air, swooping towards Huang Fu Yi and Wushuang.

"A thousand winds and ten thousand feathers!" countless feather thorns shot out from the phoenix's back, sweeping towards the two human martial artists on the opposite side.

Huangfu Yi, who was dressed in a gray robe, used his internal strength, and with a wave of his big sleeves, he brushed aside the countless feather thorns that shot out. "The end of the crossbow!" he said with disdain.

Huangfu Yi urged the internal force, the robe was puffed up high, he jumped forward, met the phoenix bird, and slapped a hard palm on the top of the phoenix bird's head.

After a muffled sound, the phoenix bird shattered and dissipated, Wu Zong fell to the ground, Huangfu Yi stepped on Wu Zong's back, took a deep look at the blood hole in the back of his heart, and leaned over to slap him on the back of the head.

"If the heart is destroyed, then try the brain. Huang Fuyi guessed like this, clapped his palm, jumped to the side, and waited quietly.

Wushuang, who was lying on Wu Heng's back, made sure that Wu Heng was completely dead, so he slowly let go of his hand, moved it off Wu Heng's back with great difficulty, and sat on the ground on the side.

He looked at Huang Fuyi, who had killed Wu Zong, who was still cautious, and couldn't help but feel contempt again: "People are so careful when they are dead, they really deserve to be old cowards." ”

Huang Fuyi ignored him, his eyes kept staring at Wu Zong lying on the ground.

"No, when he was pierced in the chest by the black cat's claw before, he didn't have such a state as 'death'. Huangfu Yi thought back to what he had seen with his own eyes before, Wu Zong was pulled out of a blood hole by the black cat, and he still opened his eyes and smiled.

Just as Huangfu Yi was thinking, the witch on the ground suddenly burst up, and his body was wrapped in a red magic power, and flew towards Wushuang.

"Not good!" Huang Fuyi pounced instantly!

Before Wushuang who was sitting on the ground could react, a swarm of red feather thorns shot out in front of him!

Huangfu Yi snorted, swung out a palm, and defeated the feather thorn with palm power, and then rushed to Wu Zong's body, and fought with Wu Zong with extremely fast body.

Wu Zong is good at speed and long-distance attacks, and he is not good at hand-to-hand combat, but at this moment, he was close to his body by Huang Fuyi. Even though he was able to recover most of his magical power with the support of the immortal curse after his resurrection, this old martial artist who had cultivated to the realm of perfection was also terrifyingly profound, and coupled with the various tricks that he had cultivated to the point of transcendence, it was even more terrifying. Wu Zong was hit by dozens of moves in more than ten seconds, and the deep internal force entered the body with the moves, sealing all acupuncture points, and soon, Wu Zong's meridians around his body were directly blocked.

Huangfu Yi simply grabbed Wu Zong, threw him aside, and ignored him.

Wushuang originally thought that Wu Zong had been killed, but he didn't expect that he would be able to rush over and attack him, thanks to Huang Fuyi, he left a small life.

Although Wushuang admired Huang Fuyi's accurate judgment in his heart, and was grateful to him for saving his life, he just couldn't pull his head down to thank him, so he pretended to be still unhappy with Huang Fuyi.

Huangfu Yi walked to Wushuang's side, squatted down and patted him on the shoulder, stared at his eyes, and said seriously: "You did a good job!"

"What?" Wushuang looked at him in surprise.

"I've been in the Imperial Capital for a long time, and when the Inn Guards were at war with the Lich Clan, I was also on the battlefield to kill enemies. Then you stood on the roof and yelled, and I knew right away that you were coming. From the first trick you made with this big guy, until the end, I was secretly watching. ”

"It's really an old coward, and I don't dare to show my face when I meet someone who is powerful. I'll have to solve it myself. "Wushuang is disdainful again.

"It's not. Huang Fuyi shook his head very seriously: "I want you to kill him by your own strength and avenge your master." I probably wish you could win, but I, who was watching the battle in the dark, was even more excited than you were in the battle. ”

"Old cowardly bag ......" Wushuang choked up a little. What an expectation is this? The old man of the Emperor Fu even hoped that he could win even more than himself!

"You did a good job!" Huang Fuyi solemnly repeated again: "You are worthy of being your master's apprentice!"

"Fuck!" Wushuang laughed and scolded, tears gushing out uncontrollably, and the emotions that had been suppressed for more than ten years exploded, sitting there and crying like a child.

Your friend is fine, he's not as dead-eyed as you are. He couldn't defeat the immortal weirdos, so he fled in the middle of the battle, and although he was seriously injured, he still hid in a safe place.

Huang Fuyi decided to wait for Wushuang to finish crying before telling him the news of Li Dazhuang's safety.