With a gust of wind drifting by, the fist of the leader had already swept in front of Wu Xuan's eyes.

"Joke, will I be buried here?" Wu Xuan yelled at the oncoming man. Immediately met it with a punch.

The two fists collided in the air, making a clashing sound. Wu Xuan gritted his teeth, slammed on the ground, and when he turned, he touched the leader again.

The people around them all looked at Wu Xuan as if they were watching a joke, and according to the information they had learned, Wu Xuan was an ordinary person.

"Who does he think he is?" muttered the man on the left.

"Shhhhhh

And after Wu Xuan heard the words of the two people behind the leader, his frightened face squeezed a little calm.

That's right, it's calm. How can a person who doesn't even know the details of the enemy defeat the other party? Does it look at the strength? It was precisely this misunderstanding that gave Wu Xuan a chance to solve the disaster.

It seems that this "Qiaojin" technique has to be practiced in actual combat today, otherwise it will be a lot unfamiliar, and he is full of confidence in his heart.

Two fists rush, one is more strength (quantity), and the other is than skill. Wu Xuan's former is definitely not as good as the person in front of him, but if he is skillful, he has a set of special cultivation techniques.

"The first hand of "Qiaojin", there was a punch volley. ”

"In the second hand, the aftermath of the palm hitting the stone was shocked. ”

Wu Xuan said as he pulled the leader to his side, and immediately kicked him out like a dead dog.

"Third-handed, there is no way out of the designated sand. ”

Touch, the person who led him thought how strong he was when he just bumped fists with Wu Xuan, but when Wu Xuan buckled the green tendons on his wrist, his first feeling was powerlessness, and before he could get out of Qi Yu's control, he fell into a deep helplessness and sadness.

Because Wu Xuan didn't use it to give him any chance to get out of danger, when his chest was about to get close to Wu Xuan's head, Wu Xuan's second hand hit the death hole above his stomach again.

It seems that Wu Xuan's punch is weak, but he uses the power of the person who is the leader to turn it into his strength. At this point, there is no longer a need for great strength, just a simple finger.

"Qiaojin" has a total of nine hands, one hand is even heavier, even Wu Xuan's third-stage strength is enough to deal with any cultivator below the eighth-stage, but this person fell into Wu Xuan's palm because of the light enemy.

"Wait, wait? Ah, no...... I don't want to die, help, help, life......"

The leader roared in fear, and a clear purple gauze appeared outside his clothes. A little blood filled the sky, and the momentum shook the people around him to hurriedly retreat, but the person they wanted to kill stood there with good dignity, as if Yu Wei had no effect on him.

"So you're a quasi-blood person!, no wonder?" Wu Xuan's third hand had just shouted, only then did he glance at the extremely painful expression of the person who had been pierced by his own finger, and then grabbed his throat.

Although he didn't learn the fourth hand, he estimated that he would still know the essentials a little.

"Fourth! ”

Ga put, ga put. A bloody head fell to the ground, and Wu Xuan's left hand slowly withdrew from his body, and he turned his head to stare at those who were going to kill him.

"What's the situation?"

Even Wu Xuan himself didn't react for a while, and the few people who were originally still menacing were now kneeling on the ground after the person in charge was killed.

And the two of those who had almost helped Wu Xuan a lot did not dare to raise their heads respectfully at this time.

Strength is king, Wu Xuan, a person who has only a three-stage cultivation of blood, actually wiped out a master who was close to blood in an instant.

That's strength!

It's like a mortal with an immortal weapon fighting against a master who has just embarked on the path of cultivation without any weapons. Which one would you consider to be the winner?

Cultivation is important, but Wu Xuan is a little special, how could a person who can kill a blood master without mercy care about such details.

Wu Xuan, after all, he has reached the level of a blood person, and he also knows that the blood person is the weakest. If you look at cultivation as a small city turning into a big city, the quasi-blood person is the weakest link in the process of change.

The reason why the blood person is defined as a blood person is not only that he has majestic blood energy, but also has a barrier that can protect the blood species, that is, the so-called blood armor in the mouth of the blood person.

"So you were afraid of it? Wu Xuan held a black bean in his right hand, which was stained with blood, and when he noticed something wrong, he threw the bean out again.

Beans? This is clearly the blood of the leader. When Qi Yu started, it was to let the person at the head condense the blood qi cloth, so as to further judge the true position of the blood species.

The blood seed of the blood person is a treasure, so what if it is the blood seed born of a person of a higher realm? It is estimated how many people will earn it.

As soon as the blood species is broken, it will be scrapped directly, and it is estimated that he will lose his life in three or four days without Qi Yu's action.

As for Wu Xuan, he has also been abolished before, but at least it is still in his body, and he vaguely maintains Wu Xuan's body, but he is riddled with serious illnesses.

"Devil, you must be the devil, who are you?"

The man who had helped Wu Xuan a lot asked in a panic, and there was no longer any momentum and domineering in his voice.

They know and kill people best, but the person who can kill the body in an instant is not as good as them.

The killer of the killer is the ordinary person, just as the enemy of the enemy is the friend.

"You really don't know?" Wu Xuan stared at the man, and then saw that Man A had been shaking his head, and he suddenly felt a kind of anger surging up from someone who had been tricked, and immediately kicked at the man.

"I don't know who I saved me, isn't it a bit like digging your own grave?"

"You, is the eighth stage of Ming Blood very powerful?"

"Why, don't you want me to die just now?

"Let me ask you again, who sent you, don't tell me Hengmen! They don't know I'm here!"

With every step Wu Xuan takes, he will slap him and ask a question, and the slap will either slap on the face of man A or buckle his head. A Ming Blood Eighth Dan was beaten by a person who only had three Dan, and he was completely powerless to fight back.

"I ...... Say I'm hungry, uh......" Man A was just about to speak, when he suddenly vomited a bloody thing, which fell to the ground and still jumped.

And after that thing appeared, the killer armor was stunned and didn't say a word, fell to the ground and convulsed a few times before his breath was gone.

Damn, who is going to kill me? Hengmen? Second Master of the Wu Family? I guess it's not as simple as that. Wu Xuan thought thoughtfully, and suddenly turned around to find that those killers had also died in the gap between carelessness.

Three or four things on the ground were constantly beating as if they were alive, and Wu Xuan looked at it from afar and was suddenly surprised and didn't dare to speak.

It's their tongues that are throbbing!

No wonder Wu Xuan always felt that they were talking a little weird, because they were tongue-tricked.