Artillery battles? The people of the Ming Sect looked at the figure of the sect leader rushing forward, and they were surprised in their hearts, wondering where he came from in this artillery battle. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Beggar Gang, the Giant Whale Gang and others knew that the tall young man in front of them was the leader of the Ming Sect, and they only felt that the person in front of them was arrogant and invincible, and they were already some people who bullied the soft and were afraid of the hard, and at this moment they had already shown a trace of cowardice in their hearts.

The situation is like this, they can only move forward, not retreat, even if they are afraid in their hearts, they have no way back, and they rushed towards Zhang Wuji under the leadership of several leaders.

Every time Zhang Wuji stepped out, it was like taking root on the steps, his hands were clenched into fists, and his right fist was blasted forward with a straight fist at will. The enemy at the head didn't know why he helped the character, and he waved a palm to block it, Zhang Wuji's right fist slammed straight into the enemy's right palm, and a cannon fist immediately drilled into the enemy's body, and immediately made a loud bang.

Zhang Wuji's body continued to move forward, and the enemy just now ignored it and had already fallen behind him. Just when the people of the Ming Sect suddenly realized that it was like this kind of artillery battle, the upper right body of the person in the middle fist suddenly burst open, exploding into a pile of flesh and blood. Zhang Wuji had already blasted out three more artillery battles, and his body continued to advance down the mountain.

Bang bang bang bang Unexpectedly created such a hurtful fist technique, this question came to mind in the minds of the high-level members of the Ming Sect almost at the same time.

However, at the moment, the enemy is at the head, and the opponent is the leader of the Ming Sect, so they have pressed this thought and continue to watch the battle.

I saw Zhang Wuji walking down the mountain step by step, every time the cannon battle sounded, one person was blown to pieces, less than half a pillar of incense, the sound of the cannon battle continued, it sounded eighty-one times, exactly eighty-one enemies died, Zhang Wuji stood on the steps and stopped, behind him was a world of blood prison, which can be called a river of blood, and the blood gathered into a Dao The blood flowed down the steps one by one, and the thick smell of blood filled the nose.

The strange thing is that Zhang Wuji's body is clean, and there is not a drop of blood on his body. The enemies under the steps were all staring at Zhang Wuji with ghost-like eyes, and their hearts seemed to be a little numb.

attack, they don't dare; Run away, they seem to have forgotten.

After continuously hitting eighty-one cannon punches, Zhang Wuji felt that he was still in a very good state, and did not cause any load on his heart, his body was in good condition, and he finally had a more accurate assessment of his combat power.

All the way down, he has no habit of picking fat and thin, regardless of the leader or the ordinary gang, whether it is a person with strong martial arts or a person with low martial arts, it is all a punch, relying on his King Kong body's defense is amazing, and his playing style is domineering and arrogant to the extreme.

Why don't the enemies under the mountain dare to attack, this good guy, it's okay for you to hit the enemy, the enemy punches you, you will die, and the death is extremely miserable, staring at the invulnerable monster in front of them, their hearts are furious, but they don't know how to start.

The people of the Ming Sect watched the sect leader go all the way down at the mountain gate, one punch at a time, simple and direct, rough and powerful, it turned out that martial arts could also be applied in this way. When there was a sword and a body, seeing that the sect leader still did not dodge or dodge, everyone pinched a cold sweat for it, Yin Tianzheng was even more heartbroken, thinking that the good grandson who was finally found was going to be gone. Yang Xiao and the others thought in their hearts that it was finally possible to have a sect leader, could it be that the Ming Sect was going to return to the point of being torn apart.

Zhang Wuji still punched straight forward, his sword reached his body, and he continued to go down. The people of the Ming Sect were stunned, and some even rubbed their eyes fiercely, thinking that there was an illusion. But once is an illusion, what about two, three times? Everyone couldn't help but look at each other and ask, how can this body protection magic skill called King Kong Body make flesh and blood strong to this point? I asked around, but there was no answer.

They could only watch as the sect leader continued to display their might, and only then did they realize how lucky the six major factions were.

Zhang Wuji looked at the enemy at the bottom of the steps, smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth, and said loudly: "Brothers, the ninety-nine eighty-one artillery battles have been released, and next, I will perform juggling for everyone, please enjoy the trapeze." ”

As he spoke, he laughed and rushed down, at this time, the enemy finally reacted, and Hula turned around and ran, but unfortunately there were hundreds of people from these gangs, more than the six major factions, how could they run away on the narrow mountain road.

Zhang Wuji didn't call this, he took the opportunity to get down, and his body squeezed into the crowd, attacking left and right with both fists, each punch was no more than a foot away, and with a bang, the people who were hit flew up one after another, scattering and flying, and none of the people who were hit could stand up after landing.

The people of the Ming Sect have opened their eyes today, it was a cannon battle just now, but this will be a short-distance response to the enemy, only to see the people who were hit flying in all directions. It's just that they can't figure out why such a short fist distance can hit so much power.

All of a sudden, the enemy camp was crying wolf, and many people who were not determined began to cry. Zhang Wuji smashed away an enemy with another punch, and shouted loudly: "Surrender on your knees, surrender without killing." After shouting three times in a row, the hula lala on the mountain road fell to their knees, and everyone was afraid of being killed.

The people in the rivers and lakes already make a living by fighting, and these people are usually unruly, but this kind of battle in which they are only killed but not killed completely shatters their consistent fighting mentality and completely crushes the last trace of fighting spirit in their hearts.

The blood flowed more and more, step by step, and the enemy who knelt down on the steps immediately seemed to be soaked in a pool of blood, Zhang Wuji walked down step by step, his hands casually dotted on the body of the person who surrendered, not missing a single person, everyone bowed their heads and prostrated on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

Yin Tianzheng and the others walked down from the mountain gate, only to find that each of the sect leader's feet was deeply stepped on in a pool of blood, but when he raised his feet, there was no trace of blood on the soles of his shoes. Yang Xiao and the others smiled bitterly, they were really hit hard enough today.

Zhang Wuji walked down for more than 300 meters, pointing out a total of 612 fingers, and some of the daring fish that slipped through the net escaped early, and he did not pursue.

Eighty-one cannon punches did not hurt the body, and there was no obstacle to countless fist collapses, but these six hundred and twelve fingers were quite consuming, and the brain felt dizzy for a while, and the consumption was very huge.