Walk Wuzun like a dog, and he is also a congenital triple martial artist, if this kind of thing is not seen with his own eyes, everyone must have cordially raised his middle finger, and then showed a polite smile, greeting: "Are you stupid?"

But the scene in front of her became real, Su Zixuan didn't know how to complain, and stood silently on the side to watch the play for a long time, Su Zixuan sighed, she could only blame the alphabet K Alliance for too many demons, no way.

However, this Wuzun is not the most unlucky, the most unlucky is the monk's opponent.

The attack of the two Martial Venerable powerhouses rushed towards them, and the powerful aura brought a sense of threat of death.

"Amitabha, since you treat the poor monk like this, the poor monk has no choice but to spit on you!" Facing a sword and a sword, this attack that was so violent that it almost wanted to tear the air, the monk's whole person became serious.

"Ho...... Bump Bump!"

Then, the monk really threw up.

But what came out of his mouth was not saliva, but blood!

A mouthful of blood spurted out one after another, turning into a blood mist, but it was never blown away by the wind, nor did it fall to the ground, just floating in front of the monk strangely, as the monk spit out a mouthful of blood, the blood mist became more and more dense at the same time, it also quietly rolled up, there seemed to be some kind of law and trajectory.

The huge sword qi that seemed to be able to shake the heavens and the earth passed through the blood mist in an instant.

Blood splattered, and then a terrible scream suddenly came out.

"Ahh

"Monk!"

This scream attracted everyone's attention, and Xiao Fan and the others all changed their faces wildly and shouted anxiously.

The rest of the Wuzun powerhouses were shocked, from the battle to the present, they had each fallen into a stalemate, which made them a little annoyed and angry, and they urgently needed a breakthrough to break this state and defeat Xiao Fan and the others.

"It hurts, it hurts! Amitabha, the poor monk has shed a lot of blood!

In the blood mist, after the terrible screams, the monk's voice came out, and the tone did not seem to be painful, but ...... Distressed? Distressed that he shed a lot of blood?

"Monk, is there anything wrong?" asked in a deep voice between the ghost disciple and the opponent.

"Aha, the little ghost really cares about the poor monk! It's so happy! The poor monk is so happy! It's like a spring brother Jia, full of blood and blue, resurrected on the spot!

The monk's last howl suddenly rose to a high pitch, and then, the blood mist around him spun rapidly, and in the center, there was a whirlpool, which was frantically absorbing and running.

When the vortex absorbed and operated to a certain extent, the vortex disappeared, and the increasingly thick blood mist seemed to have been exposed to the air for too long, gradually solidifying, forming a weird, blood-colored ball, about two meters in size, very amazing.

Click!

As if something was shattered, cracks were dense on the blood-colored ball, and soon spread to the entire ball.

Rumble!

The sound of the explosion was heard, and the blood-colored ball exploded, and pieces of dried blood fragments spread in all directions with terrifying penetrating power.

This series of things, slow to say, actually happened between two breaths, and everyone just reacted, the ball exploded, and the fragments splashed, sharp as a knife.

For a while, everyone had to give up their opponents and shatter the blood fragments that stabbed at them, in case one of them was accidentally hit, it was estimated that it would be a lot of fun.

Even the martial powerhouses couldn't turn a blind eye, and they resisted and shattered each other.

However, there were still a lot of blood fragments scattered out and fell to the ground, and then countless blood mist rose again, covering a range of nearly five hundred meters.

"This move is a comprehensive range attack that does not distinguish between friend and foe, are you okay?" the monk's voice came, but his voice had changed, becoming a little immature, like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

"it!"

"it!"

Xiao Fan and Mu Xiaoxuan were the closest to the monk's side, and when they looked up at the moment, they couldn't help but lie down together.

What appeared in front of them was still a bald head, but his whole body was covered in blood, his skin was blood-red, his facial features were blood-red, and even his teeth and hair were blood-red.

The strangest thing is that from the back there is a tattoo of a pair of blood-colored wings, which spreads to the chest.

At the end of the wings, instead of wings, there are two slaps, which are covered in front of the chest, and the four fingers are bent into fists to block those two points, and the thumbs, which are raised upwards.

"Super Saiyan transformation?" Xiao Fan was a little confused.

"What's wrong with this painting style?" Mu Xiaoxuan blinked, raised his right hand, and raised his thumb: "Awesome!"

The monk lowered his head and also saw the tattoo on his body, and couldn't help but hold his forehead speechless.

"Don't care about these details, in short, I'm strong now!" The monk shook his head, looked at the two vigilant Wuzun powerhouses in front of him, roared, and quickly rushed forward.

The monk's speed was as fast as a blood-colored phantom, but with every step he took out, he would leave a blood-colored footprint, and these footprints appeared abruptly and never disappeared.

Bang bang bang!

The two Wuzun powerhouses were each attacked several times in an instant, and they were beaten back again and again, but they couldn't even see the monk's figure clearly, and they couldn't fight back at all.

"Damn, how could it be so fast?" the two Martial Venerable powerhouses were shocked, feeling as if they had been hit by a truck.

"Hahaha! Hoho!

There were chaotic cries of monks everywhere, that is, even Xiao Fan couldn't see the monk's figure clearly, and could only see blood-colored figures flashing everywhere, like thunder and lightning.

"Ahh

The two Wuzun powerhouses were beaten and vomited blood without any backhand, and fell to the ground heavily, but even if they landed, they still did not escape the monk's attack.

If you slow down the picture tenfold, you can clearly see that the monk kicked on the waists of the two martial artists one after another, kicking them and making them tremble.

"Give me death!"

The eyes of the two martial artists were filled with anger, and they frantically urged their internal strength, and quickly swung the sword in their hands, enveloping their whole bodies.

At this time, the monk had already stepped aside, still flashing and moving quickly under his feet, without a moment's pause at all.

Bang!

The strong Wuzun wrapped in sword light was knocked away, and blood sprayed wildly.

The Wuzun powerhouse shrouded in swords was also knocked away, spurting blood and spilling it all over the ground.

"Run!"

The two Martial Venerable powerhouses were completely frightened, a young new Martial Venerable, one person hung and beat the two of them, but they couldn't even see each other's figures clearly, there was no way to continue fighting, and if they didn't escape, I am afraid that even if they fell here, it was very likely.

In the midst of the roar, two ragged Martial Venerable powerhouses rushed out of the shrouded area of the blood mist, and then did not slow down, and quickly galloped into the distance. ()

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