Fooled!"

Zhuang Hu had struck with all his strength before, and at this moment he was at the time when the old power was exhausted and the new power was not born.

Graceful bearing, like a splashy idler in the market, crying and shouting, the voice is sad.

Hu Bichi and Han Zhiqiu are completely out of place at the moment

"He once killed my grandson Han Duan for no reason, causing me to grow old and be a dead end!"

"He once killed my Ten Thousand Beasts Gate Zhuang Thirteen for no reason, and my disciple Leng Chengfeng's whereabouts are still unknown!"

Hu Bichi and Han Zhiqiu also said in unison: "Jiang Ge, this son, has a lot of debts!"

"Head (Sect Master), listen to me!"

Jiang Ge's eyes were cold, as if he had expected something, and he was not surprised.

Tut-tut, they're all old drama bones.

Having said that, the two of them pretended to be annoyed, and said in unison: "Why are you blocking me? You are trying to trap me in injustice!"

All they need is an excuse.

Hu Tong and Xue Futu breathed a sigh of relief.

Slow is slow.

"Wait!"

The two seemed to have just remembered something, and said loudly:

Blood Demon Sect, Great Elder, Han Zhiqiu.

Ten Thousand Beasts Gate, Ten Thousand Beasts Old Man, Hu Bichi.

One is a middle-aged man in a bloody robe with a violent face, who looks young, but in fact he is older than the old woman.

One is a blind old woman with gray hair, a nose like an eagle's hook, and she is cunning and mean.

In the camp of the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate and the Blood Demon Sect, two figures swept out at the same time.

Accidents are in vain!

Seeing this, the two of them were about to bend down and kneel.

... However.

This miracle was created by Jiang Ge!

This is a moment to witness the miracle!

Their hearts were pounding and their blood was pumping.

Every subtle movement, in the eyes of the disciples of the Dayu Sect, was infinitely magnified.

A little...

A little bit...

The two of them have straight (shēn) bodies, bending down a little...

It's all because of the kid in front of him, out of rhythm!

Everything, everything,

Hu Tong and Xue Futu, their bodies trembled violently in an instant, and they were angry and unspeakable, and their seven orifices were smoking.

"Whew..."

This is a fist and a sword, a hegemony that is struck.

It's outrageously mad, it's convincingly crazy!

In his heart, there seems to be only madness.

In his eyes, there seemed to be no humility.

No one would have thought that Jiang Ge, a young man, would really dare to speak disrespectfully to the big man at the head level.

Kneel...

... promise

Jiang Ge sat in a wheelchair, and then set his eyes on the two heads of Hutong and Xue Futu, and said lightly: "You can fulfill your promise." ”

The things that shocked everyone's three views are not over yet.

But!

The result was so subversive that they couldn't believe it!

Even the disciples of the Dayu Sect opened their mouths wide, as if they had lost their ability to speak.

Everyone present stared blankly at the young man on the stage, and the table (qíng) was completely petrified and shocked to numbness.

The audience was silent and silent.

The space seems to freeze.

Time seems to stand still.

Time

I have to say, it's a real irony...

The hot pot of the two is still (rè), but the people are gone.

At the same time, Xue Leng was also unwilling and completely swallowed.

Zhuang suddenly landed on the ground and shouted loudly.

"I see!"

Jiang Ge reminded: "If a person is killed, he will die." ”

"What did you do?"

Zhuang Hu felt that his waist was no longer sore, his legs were not painful, and even his heart was not beating, he was stunned and said:

For a moment, it was as if nothing had happened.

Then, the sword was sheathed again.

With a thumb pick, the sword is unsheathed.

He didn't panic at all, he breathed steadily, and then pushed the wheelchair and looked at Zhuang Hu condescendingly.

Everyone was discolored, only Jiang Ge was always indifferent.

The two great martial artists, palms in the air, suddenly seemed to be thunderous explosions, and the roar was endless.

The howling wind stopped instantly.

However, at this time, Xiao Yi smiled faintly, and also made a move, and slammed towards Hutong.

"Committing my Dayu Sect, coming to power again, and dying is harmless. ”

Suddenly, the wind blew fiercely, as if it was about to sweep away Zhuang Hu.

But Hu Tong made a move at this time and reached out with his palm.

Xue Futu didn't care whether Xue Leng lived or died, even if the two were father and son.

These two five-star martial artists...

Then again,

Two five-star martial artists were defeated at your hands, what do you want? Why don't you go to heaven?

It's not too pretty.

Bang bang bang.

Hearing Jiang Ge's words, everyone in the audience seemed to be deaf in both ears, and they felt the wind blowing on their faces and hitting their faces.

Grass!

Jiang Ge sighed sincerely.

"Or... It's too weak. ”

It was also for this reason that he suppressed Xue Leng and did not kill, and pretended to kill two birds with one stone under the pretense of Zhuang Hu's hands.

One type of sword four, one type of fist collapse, hollowed out Jiang Ge's dantian.

His strength, in terms of quality, is not inferior to a five-star martial artist. But in terms of quantity, it seems to be somewhat insufficient.

It's just that after a series of battles, Jiang Ge is also seriously consumed.

Even if it is a five-star martial artist, he can't afford to be seriously injured.

Jiang Ge punched, the power is endless!

At the other end, there is a solemn and swollen nose and swollen face.

At one end, there is Jiang Ge who is in a wheelchair, panting like a cow.

It's like a black line, connecting the two ends.

The air flow of this punch directly plowed a furrow on the ground.

Rumble!!!

On the other side, Zhuang Hu's protective shield burst into pieces!

On one side, the steel-bone tiger was stabbed into a sieve by the invincible sword momentum.

The voice fell.

Jiang Ge's tongue thundered: "But if we can win by will alone, what are we doing with our hard work in martial arts?"

This punch, with all its strength!

Qi and strength roar for it, blood and bones roar for it!

The right arm is raised,

meantime

The sword rose from the sky, the sword roared in the sky, and the endless sword momentum seemed to be everywhere, surging towards the steel-bone tiger.

"Sonorous—"

Nineteen Swords of the Mortal Killing God - Sword Four!

The sword fell, and the momentum rose.

"The will is commendable. Jiang Ge smiled, with a sword in his left hand and a fist in his right hand, they all descended together, attacking the steel-bone tiger and Zhuang Hu.

Zhuang suddenly blushed and defended with all his might.

The top priority is to go all out (tǐng) through this wave of Jiang Ge's offensive in order to have hope.

At this point, it is an extravagant hope to get rid of Jiang Ge's suppression.

Thousand layers (tào) road, the winner is king.

Lose in IQ, lose in insight.

He wanted to calculate Jiang Ge and make a meritorious contribution with one blow, but he became a (tào) person instead.

And Zhuang Hu, cautious enough, witty enough... But too conceited, clever but mistaken by cleverness.

But Xue Leng was defeated by Jiang Ge Tianke, and one (shēn) martial arts was like a blank piece of paper, and finally his mentality collapsed and he became a tool man.

The strength of the three of them was originally equal.

Xue Leng, Zhuang Hu five stars, Jiang Ge two stars.

One step slow, one step at a time.

He was engrossed, his face solemn, and a steady stream of true essence surged, turning into offerings, mending gaps, and supporting protective shields.

In the shēn martial soul shield, Zhuang suddenly dodged a sword, but the Hundred Beast Chest also broke through the gap.

This is again the wonderful use of martial spirits.

Zhuang Hu's face was solemn, and he immediately urged the martial spirit, and the beast box was like a mechanism opened, covering himself.

There was no hesitation.

The pride and excitement on his face were completely solidified before they bloomed, and the qíng (qíng) was brilliant.

That's really,

Those who hear are moved, and those who hear are sad.

Speaking like a release (pì), it is obviously smelly, but it seems to be true, and he is as happy as he is.