A single knife did not stir up a howling wind, and the surrounding air did not rush in the slightest,]); He could even feel that the countless cells on his head and face had begun to crack, die, and wither under this knife momentum!

Still in the encirclement of the bandits, his dodge space has been greatly limited, and immediately stepped on it hard, the ground where he stood suddenly shattered, and the ground shook violently, and three of the bandits were actually unstable and were thrown off the ground at once, along with the corpses of several bandits on the ground, as well as the overwhelming sand that broke through the air and roared, and slammed towards the knife of the mountain zhu, and the castration was fierce, like a cannonball impact!

Although there is a knife momentum of his own people crashing into him, Shan Zhu still has no intention of evading, and he does not take his own people's lives seriously at all!

The three bandits who couldn't help but face a knife, although they had been afraid of death under the sound of the flute before, but at this moment, they also woke up under this terrifying knife momentum, and a look of fear appeared on their faces.

The bodies of the three still alive thieves in mid-air cracked silently from it, and the Guan Dao swept by, and their bodies flew in half like paper decorations, and they couldn't even stop the coming momentum of the Guan Dao a little, and the sharpness of the Guan Dao had reached an extremely exaggerated level.

However, several corpses that also crashed into this knife, after the knife was slashed, there was no change in the slightest, and the sky was full of sand and gravel flying like a shotgun, and after touching the knife, they did not encounter any obstacles, as if the knife was just an illusion.

The extreme contrast and the strange situation made Wang Zongchao's pupils constrict instantly! However, no matter whether Guan Dao was real or not, it made clear a fact that the people, corpses, and gravel he kicked out could not play any role in blocking Guan Dao at all, and he couldn't even delay it slightly.

The opportunity has been lost, and Wang Zongchao has no room to dodge, so he has to stretch out his hand to meet this knife, ready to take this knife.

With the technique of empty-handed into the white blade, the palms are closed to the real Guan knife, but as soon as it comes into contact with the Guan knife, the palm of the hand suddenly seems to be extremely painful as if it is cut, and in contrast, the force at the palm of the hand is empty, and the slightest sense of physical storage is not felt at all.

The so-called empty-handed white blade is a method of avoiding the opponent's blade while clamping the opponent's blade, but at this moment, since it can't touch the real thing, it has no effect, and the knife still slashes towards Wang Zongchao's neck unblocked.

The soldiers were in danger, Wang Zongchao instantly withdrew his arms and blocked his chest, the bones of his whole body vibrate, and faintly emitted a sonorous and restrained sound of Jin Ge fighting, which was repeatedly transmitted between the bones of his whole body, turning into a muffled sound of Huang Zhong Dalu.

He wants to rush to the extreme. Even the shell bombardment can withstand the subway bone work. Resist this strange sword.

The knife is sharp, and the machete Wang Zongchao puts both hands on his arms. Still without the slightest pause, he entered in a qiē. With the blade cut in. Wang Zongchao's arms burst out with a neat circle of blood. It looks like both arms have been severed. It's just that it doesn't have time to fall down.

After cutting Wang Zongchao's arms like cutting tofu. The knife slashed at Wang Zongchao's neck. A deep blood streak spread out rapidly on Wang Zongchao's neck as the blade deepened. Look at that. As long as the knife is turned off, it has been cut. Wang Zongchao's arms and head. will be cut down without any suspense.

"This kind of attack. Déjà vu ......"

The shape shì is sinister to the extreme. Wang Zongchao's mind became surprisingly quieter and quieter. Silence. The heart is clear and transparent. Illuminates the whole body. He could feel the ruthless killing intent coming from Guan Dao. And under this murderous intent and ruining thoughts, the pain is extremely extreme. The pain of being cut by a severed arm of a steel knife.

This is a sharp pain. It hurts terribly. It's also true to the extreme. So that the countless small nerves in his own could not withstand this stimulation and ruptured. implicated. Many of his own capillaries also broke apart. Oozing out of the body through sweat pores.

What's worse is that his true qi that came into contact with Guan Dao also lost control and backlashed due to this killing intent, cutting his muscles, muscles, and bones......

This knife not only cuts to his own **, but also to his soul, and wants to split his ** and soul in two.

"If I believe that my arms are broken, my arms will really fall off, and if I believe that my neck is broken, my head will fall to the ground!" Wang Zongchao's heart produced such a kind of enlightenment.

This is the secret of this kind of ideological attack, I also faintly felt it when I was fighting with Zhang Jie before, no wonder the three living bandits were separated by knives, but the corpses of several bandits were not affected in the slightest.

“…… But I also have this means of attack!"

Seeing thousands of troops and horses as nothing, straight as the wind, Xiao Xiaoxi, easy to water cold, vast, miserable, and extremely domineering, the Taoless killing intent instantly burst out in Wang Zongchao's heart.

This time, this killing intent was condensed and realized in Wang Zongchao's thoughts, turning into a spear full of a sense of strength, oppression, and the killing aura of bloody battles among thousands of troops, and it was indomitable to face Guan Dao.

Silent, but deafening, and then shocking, a loud thunderclap exploded directly in the hearts of everyone who was still alive.

Saitoichi, who was using his Dao technique to deal with the minions of the bandits, turned pale under this shock, his Dao skills were almost out of control, and the ghostly flute sound that had been echoing all around suddenly paused for a moment.

Then, the person was invincible, nothing could stop him, and the Guan Dao, who was about to cut off Wang Zongchao's head, was violently bounced away.

"How is this possible!?" The shock of everyone present, how can it be compared to the shock and panic in the hearts of the mountain people at this moment.

You must know that the art of divine fighting can be borrowed from heaven and earth