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He relied on the talent of a drunkard, and between the two moves, he raised his martial arts to the realm of a junior martial saint, and his attack power increased by more than ten times.

In the eyes of the junior martial saint, a supreme martial artist with a force value of 98 points like a potter is simply like an existence like a chicken and a dog.

He thought that his earth-shattering move would be blasted out, God would block and kill God, and Buddha would block **, and he would be able to win with one blow.

Even if you don't kill the potter on the spot, at least you have to shake the potter off the horse, shake him half dead, and no matter how bad it is, you have to shake the potter to the point of vomiting blood, lying on the back of the horse and losing his combat effectiveness.

He never expected that the potter would not be able to do anything except take a breath, and he would still stand majestically on his horse.

"This pottery thief, he actually used the strength of a half-step martial saint to take this move? Half-step Martial Saint, he actually has the strength of a half-step Martial Saint, how is this possible? ”

Wu Song's expression changed in shock, his eyes spurted with endless surprise, he couldn't believe his eyes at all, thinking that he had a delusion.

The potter's basic martial arts overwhelmed him, which had already shocked him, and he never dreamed that the potter's strength was still hidden.

Half-step Martial Saint.

Throughout the ages, there has been an emperor who has been able to practice martial arts to a half-step martial saint.

The potter is simply a miracle that has never been seen before or since.

For a while, Wu Song, who was in a drunken state, was so stunned that he forgot to continue attacking.

"Fortunately, at the critical moment, a critical hit was exploded, otherwise the small life would be gone, thirty-six strategies, go first for the ......"

The potter secretly breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly suppressed the tumbling qi and blood, and wanted to retreat when he turned his horse.

He can't help it, he has to go.

Who made him this critical talent, not a continuous talent, from time to time, he was lucky enough to burst out with a 100 attack power, maybe the next move will be back to its original form, maybe the next move, just burst out of 99 force value.

Wu Song's talent for drunkenness is long-lasting, and it is still on the rise, and the next move may be directly 110.

In this case, if the potter still doesn't know how to retreat, the next move is to use the force value of 98 and the force value of 110 for Wu Song, and it is strange that he will not be directly killed in seconds.

Gotta go.

Wu Song saw that the potter turned his horse and seemed to be about to flee, and his mind immediately woke up from his shock, and he instantly recovered his arrogance and rage.

"Even if you have the strength of a half-step martial saint, Lao Tzu has to kill you today, where to go!"

In the roar, the big iron stick in Wu Song's hand struck out again, chasing the potter with the force of the sky and the earth.

At this time, the potter had just turned around, and if he didn't resist, his entire body was still within the attack range of Wu Song's wild force, and he had to die.

In desperation, half of the potters who were withdrawn did not have time to think about it, and they were anxious to return to the knife.

Force value, 99!

The potter's blow was lucky enough to burst out with a force value of 99, and it was already quite good luck to be able to trigger a critical hit in two consecutive moves.

It's a pity that this second critical hit is only 99.

Wu Song's surging blow, the attack power has reached a high of 105!

There is no way, only to carry it hard!

The potter could not avoid it, gritted his teeth, and fought hard to meet the attack.

Throat!

Between heaven and earth, the screams of gods and ghosts changing color burst out again, and a stream of blood splattered out.

Under this heavy blow, the potter could no longer bear it, and he was injured in Wunei, and a stream of blood reached his throat, and he opened his mouth and spurted out.

At the same time as the blood spurted, his big body was like a kite with a broken string, and the whole person flew upside down, flying seven steps away, and he was about to fall to the ground.

The potter, who was in severe pain in his chest, did not care about the pain, and when his feet landed, he hurriedly plunged his war knife into the ground to resist the inertia of retreating.

Woo-la-la-la-

The sword carved a long deep groove on the ground, and it took five steps to restrain the retreat.

The potter held the ground with his knife and stood diagonally with difficulty, but finally stood firm and did not fall on the spot.

The emperor of the Great Wei is invincible, invincible, invincible, even if he is defeated, he must stand and defeat, and must not fall!

"Protect Your Majesty!"

The Great Wei soldiers on the left and right, seeing that the Son of Heaven was shocked off their horses, were shocked and angry one by one, and rushed over in all directions to protect the potters.

"Potter, no one can save you today!"

Wu Song's eyes were bloodshot, and a beast roared and roared, urging the horse to attack wildly, and the heavy stick in his hand ruthlessly blasted towards the soldiers blocking the road.

Wu Song, who was talented as a drunkard, unleashed the attack power of a junior martial saint, and the big iron rod rolled over like a grinding plate, crushing the Wei soldiers who were blocking him as easily as ants.

The blood mist flew everywhere, the screams shook the sky, and Wu Song in the blood, like the god of death, harvested his life in pieces.

The soldiers of the Wei army rushed forward one after another, fearless of life and death, with their flesh and blood to stop Wu Song, desperately protecting their emperor.

It's a pity that although the Wei soldiers are desperate, under the pressure of absolute force at the Martial Saint level, they are really as fragile as ants, and they are unstoppable.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Song had already opened a bloody path and approached the pottery merchant again.

At this time, the potter had just been helped onto the war horse, and before he had time to turn the horse away, Wu Song had already slaughtered him.

At such a distance, he couldn't get rid of it in time, so he had to resist it head-on again.

It's just that trick, he has been injured a lot, and now if he forces another fight, the force value of the critical burst is enough, if it is insufficient, or it doesn't explode at all, under this blow, he will definitely die.

"Damn, I was too careless, I forgot that Wu Song still has the talent of alcoholics......"

The potter didn't even have time to blame himself in his heart, so he only scolded "Damn, fight", forcibly raised his sword, and prepared to meet the impact again.

The fight of this blow is probably uncertain about life and death.

Seven Steps-

Six Steps——

Five Steps-

Seeing that Wu Song was like a mad beast, with a force value of 106 points, he attacked madly, and he was only a few steps away from crashing.

The iron rod had already swung out, and when he was still a few steps away, the potter had already felt the oppressive force of the invisible blade wind, the overwhelming madness that made his breath stagnate.

Life and death, in this blow!

"Traitor, don't hurt my lord—"

In mid-air, there was a sudden earth-shattering roar that shook everyone's eardrums tingling, like being struck by lightning.

The potter also followed the body shock, and when he glanced at it, he saw a tower-like burly general of his own army, killing the chaotic army, killing out of the whirlwind-like oblique stab, blocking in front of him, and rushing towards Wu Song.

Such a loyal military general, at a critical moment, wanted to stand up and block a killing blow for the potter.

When the potter's heart was hot, Wu Song had already slaughtered, and the heavy stick in his hand carried the momentum of the sky and the earth cracking, and hit the war knife in the hand of the general.

Throat!

The earth-shattering sound of metal buzzing rose into the sky, and it was another annular shock wave, bursting in all directions, setting off a storm of dust in the air.

A stream of blood broke through the dust and mist and rushed out, and the general was instantly blasted to the point that he spat blood, the tiger's mouth cracked, the blood seeped out, and his body was also violently shocked, and he was almost knocked out of the horse directly.

The touch of the potter disappeared in an instant.

He also thought that this military general was coming with great momentum and some ability, but he didn't expect to be shocked half to death with one blow, and in the end he was just sent to death in vain.

However, this brave Great Wei military general finally bought time for the potters to make a move.

He took a quick breath, the strength of his whole body had been poured into his arms, and he was already able to meet Wu Song's blow with all his strength, and if he was lucky, he might burst out with a force value higher than Wu Song's.

In that case, as long as you can explode one or two moves in a row, maybe you will scare Wu Song away.

"The thief of the earth chicken and the dog, he dares to be the way of your grandfather Wu, and he can't do it himself!"

Wu Song snorted coldly, and the iron rod in his hand swung out again, and he wanted to solve the stumbling block in front of him with one move, and then kill the potter.

"Lao Tzu said, with Lao Tzu here, no one wants to kill my son of heaven!" The military general licked all the blood from the corners of his mouth, proudly and fearlessly, just as decisive as iron, and blocked it again with a horizontal knife.

That knife was swinged, and it was mighty, and the blade was like a mountain, and it was an incomparable blow.

The arrogant Wu Song couldn't help but change his expression at this time.

He thought that the knife he had just made had shocked the nameless Wei general to half death, and he didn't even have the strength to pick up the knife, so he could only irresistibly let himself be smashed with a stick.

Wu Song didn't expect that this Wei general still had the strength to raise his sword to meet the attack, and this knife was cut out, and his strength was far superior to Fang Cai, and he directly soared to 99 points.

When the fox was suspicious, Wu Song did not have the slightest softness, and the iron heavy stick in his hand still carried the power to destroy the mountain and destroy the mountain, and roared wildly.

Bang -

The roar of hunting sounded again, swallowing up everything in heaven and earth, and instantly shook the potter's scalp a little numb.

In his eyes, he saw that the general's body shook violently again, and the crazy strength poured into his injured body, and under the heavy blow, it immediately shook him and vomited blood again.

The extremely powerful blade wind and energy, like countless blades, pierced through his blade wall defenses, and greeted him mercilessly like raindrops, instantly breaking his arms and shoulders into bloody holes.

Although the martial general's force value soared to a high of 99, in front of the eyes of the junior martial saint, it was just an ant that turned into a praying mantis.

The praying mantis is a car, vulnerable.

"He actually took two heavy blows from Wu Song, and he still held on? This kind of force value is not inferior to me at all, and there is still such a figure hidden in my army? The potters who witnessed this scene couldn't help but be taken aback.

The potter was surprised, and Wu Song was furious.

He really didn't expect that the nameless Wei general in front of him would be able to receive two heavy blows from him, and although he vomited blood in a row, he still stood tall.

"Ants are ants, I don't believe you can survive Lao Tzu's third move, go die!" Wu Song, who was enraged, roared wildly, and the heavy stick in his hand attacked again.

In the air roar of "woo", the muddy iron rod rolled up the huge force of the mountains and seas, dragging the raging blood mist tail change, and the blade wind shattered the ground and rolled away.

It was a blow that changed the color of the gods.

The nameless military general who spit out two mouthfuls of blood in a row, but he never retreated, licked the blood from the corners of his mouth, and roared proudly: "It's still the same sentence, with me, you don't want to hurt my son of heaven!" ”

In the fierce roar of death, he was seriously injured, his arms and tendons exploded, and the war knife in his hand slashed out again.

That knife was struck, and it actually made a "boom" sound that squeezed the air, kicking off the air and dust, and the force was like thunder, for example, the power of the knife just now increased several times.

"100 force value, he actually slashed out a half-step martial saint, could it be him?"

The potter's heart shook suddenly, and endless surprises suddenly burst out of his eyes.

(Five more to come, one more later)