The descendants of the Xuanyuan family were also completely panicked, although they were talented and had a strong family background, but they had not experienced too many real fighting scenes, even if they had experience, they had always been in the way of the elders and grew up under the crook of their arms.

Now the situation is different, the elders are not there, they have to face it alone, and there is no way back. At this moment, many big men were even inferior to Xuanyuan Yue, and they were so nervous that they couldn't speak, and their legs were a little weak.

Sun Yiqing saw that the monks beside him were so timid, he couldn't help but wave the mace and shouted: "It's all two shoulders and one head, what's there to be afraid of!"

"But, but there are too many of them carrying their heads on their shoulders...... "A sweet-looking girl said timidly, she was in the prime of her cardamom years, she was already a dragon transformation realm monk, and her talent was very terrifying, but this timid person was a headache......

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a Tiangong wood flew sideways in the void, and a stick knocked on the cover of the sweet beauty Tianling. Her cowardly expression instantly froze, her pupils widened, and she lost the slightest charm, as if her soul had flown away.

Sun Yiqing was directly on the spot, a little at a loss, even if he didn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, he also clearly remembered that along the way, this somewhat timid and cute girl left an indelible impression in his mind.

In the last second, he was glaring at her with stern eyes like a brother, but at this moment, they have all become clouds of smoke and are not returning.

It's too sudden, so sudden that it's too late to grieve, and the bloody reality, like raindrops, falls too fast.

Not far away, an old monk in green clothes squinted, licked his lips and said with a smile: "Tsk, I really feel sorry for the long one, but it's a pity that it's too vulnerable, and I don't need to be beaten at all!"

Sun Yiqing's heart was full of anger, his eyes were full of murder, and he stared at the old man and said, "I want to see how beaten you are this son of a bitch!"

"Yo, you're still a kid from the Three Realms of the Dragon, do you have to avenge your beloved woman?" the monk in Tsing Yi raised his eyebrows, revealing a look of contempt.

"Boom"

At this moment, a huge fist slammed into it crazily, and the golden light was as dazzling as the sun, and the killing intent contained in it made everyone shudder.

The monk in Tsing Yi hurriedly looked back and said in a panic: "Qiankun Divine Fist?"

The opponent launched an attack with the Void Displacement Technique, and he could only have time to take a quick glance before he crashed into this big golden fist. The heavy force like a mountain almost fell apart the bones of the monk in Tsing Yi, and he flew back a hundred feet away, coughing up blood, and dyed his Tsing Yi into red.

He couldn't stop trembling, not because the injury was too serious, but because the killing intent of the person who shot was too heavy, as if standing in front of him was a dark purgatory.

"Oops, the Nirvana Mirror has been recalled by Rou, isn't Wu Heng equivalent to being emptied......" As soon as the monk in Tsing Yi thought about it, he understood that it was Wu Heng who was making a move, and he was the only one who could have such a fierce fist.

Wu Heng, who was dressed in white, walked out slowly, came to the Tsing Yi monk with the technique of displacing the void, and dropped a sentence and said: "Even if you are long enough to shiver, you are still so vulnerable, who gave you the courage to live?"

"Boy, don't be too crazy!" The face of the monk in Tsing Yi changed greatly, the dignity of the strong man in the sky was inviolable, he burst out with the power of a blue essence, and immediately raised his palm and blasted away. Wu Heng stood in front of him, and this palm hit him in the chest.

"Bang dang!"

However, the sound of this slap was not dull, but made the sound of metal colliding. Wu Heng, who has cultivated a golden body that does not break the golden body, has a physical body that is already comparable to that of an ancient saint soldier, directly making the opponent's hand as red as a roasted pig's trotter.

Seeing this, the Tsing Yi monk's heart was shocked, it was incredible, there was such a hard body in this world......

Immediately, he condensed the power of Jing Yuan, and slapped it again, and after a clang, his left hand was also swollen, and he wanted to cry without tears, and he didn't use weapons to deal with this kid, which was an act of looking for death!

Wu Heng frowned, a few traces of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he gasped and said, "It's really a little painful!"

As soon as these words came out, the jaw dropped on the spot, and it was just a little painful to bear the two palms of a strong man who was strong in the sky without dodging or dodging......

"Hehe, have you fought enough, why don't we play a game?" Wu Heng grinned at the monk in green clothes, and his kind smile still made people shudder.

The monk in Tsing Yi was in a trance, and when he encountered this situation for the first time, he subconsciously asked, "What game are you playing?"

Wu Heng said: "You slap, I slap, everyone claps together." ”

"Damn, you lunatic, who's playing this game with you perverted flesh. The old monk in Tsing Yi had a weak heart and couldn't help but scold angrily. This is obviously bullying people, dare to ask today's Zhongzhou, how many people dare to play the game of "you palm, I palm, everyone clap together" with the human gods?

"You've already slapped me twice, do you want to play?" Wu Heng's expression became indifferent, and he immediately raised his hand and slammed it on the old monk's left chest, not even using the power of Jing Yuan, and attacked completely with brute force.

"Boom"

The old monk's face turned pale, and he directly vomited blood, all the internal organs in his body were rolling, and he staggered back a few steps, and at the same time, he also sent out a palm on Wu Heng's body.

"Bang dang!"

It was the same palm, and it was a dull sound when it hit the monk in Tsing Yi, but when it hit Wu Heng, it was like hitting steel, and the voice was high-pitched and crisp, very powerful.

"Poof"

Wu Heng coughed up blood, after all, the other party was a strong man, and the force hit his chest, which was hot. But his qi and blood are so vigorous, and his pulse is as strong as a dragon, and when he fights together, he is very dominant.

The Tsing Yi monk's right hand tightly covered the somewhat sunken chest, estimated that the ribs had been broken, and scolded angrily with a painful look: "Crazy, it's crazy, I don't have time to play with you." ”

Suddenly, Sun Yiqing, who was murderous in his eyes, rushed over, knocked a stick at the monk in Tsing Yi and said, "Then I'll play with you." ”

Wu Heng's expression was complicated, he had known Sun Yiqing for so many years, and it was the first time he had seen such a heavy killing intent in his eyes, it might be that the woman's death had stimulated him. Wu Heng looked at the people of the Xuanyuan family who were besieged by a large number of monks, and hurriedly said to Sun Yiqing: "This old guy is handed over to you, I'll help them!"

"Good. Sun Yiqing nodded, he had already killed the red eye and fought with the monk in Tsing Yi.

"Qiankun Ninety-Nine Punches!"

Wu Heng, who joined the battle, burst out with a golden divine power, evolving the Qiankun Divine Fist in the sky, and he fired his fists together, bombarding the crowd of Qingyang League monks.

As soon as the two golden fists went down, a large number of people were blown up, and the screams were endless. Some Xuan-Rank Realm monks were directly smashed into meat cakes, and the Psychic Realm monks were also miserable, and their heads were bleeding.

The monks of the Qingyang League immediately turned their spearheads to Wu Heng and sacrificed their magic weapons to fight one after another.

"Don't you still know the nickname of my weapon terminator?" Wu Heng looked at the various magic weapons that were densely pounced like a rain of arrows, and a sneer crossed the corner of his mouth.

"What is a Weapon Terminator?" none of the people on the other side reacted, but soon, they understood the meaning of the title.

"Bang"

As soon as a superior psychic artifact with a three-light protective body flew in front of Wu Heng, it was beaten into powder by his outstretched fist!

"This is the magic weapon of the Three Light Body Protectors...... The Qingyang Alliance monks were dumbfounded, if Wu Heng sacrificed the Ancient Heaven Turning Hammer to shatter it, they wouldn't be too surprised, but it was shattered under his fist.

Immediately, a five-light body protection magic weapon hit Wu Heng, Wu Heng still did not move like a mountain, standing in place as a "live target", but this live target is different from other live targets, this live target is an iron plate!

Bang, just like Fang Cai, with a simple fist, the five-light body protection magic weapon was shattered into powder, which made the owner of the magic weapon feel sad, and he worked hard to refine it for thirty years, and it became a dream bubble under one move.

"Hmph, I want to see if you can break it with your fists if you can see the Seven Light Body Protector Weapon!" a Dragon Transformation Three Realm monk sacrificed a holy soldier to fight.

"Oh, holy soldiers, holy soldiers, I can't seem to break them. Wu Heng made a thoughtful look.

Hearing this, the other party was proud for a while, as if having a weapon that Wu Heng could not break with his fists was a supreme glory.

"I can break it with two punches, though. When the Seven Lights Body Protector flew forward, Wu Heng smiled weirdly, and he punched out his fists, the first punch made it deform, and the second punch made it crack the gap, not broken into powder, but the meaning was the same, they all became scrap iron and could not be used.

"Poof"

The holy soldier and the original god are refined together, and the person who sacrifices the magic weapon coughs up blood, the weapon is broken, and the original god is injured, and it may be difficult to recover for decades......

"If it weren't for these twelve immortal light protector saint soldiers, you could not be able to smash them!" A strong man stood up and stood up for the monk who lost his weapon, he held a heavenly spirit umbrella, this umbrella was extremely defensive, and it resisted the large attacks of the Xuanyuan family monks, reducing a lot of losses for the Qingyang Alliance.

Wu Heng's eyes lit up, and he said with confidence: "It's still broken!"

The strong man with the umbrella shouted angrily: "Hmph, if you can break it with one fist, Lao Tzu will be your grandson in the future, and you will take a detour when you see it!"

"Okay, what you said!" Wu Heng readily agreed, this is a risk-free bet at all, even if it is not broken, he has no loss.

"Heavenly Spirit Umbrella Go!" The strong man with the umbrella threw the magic weapon in his hand away, and twelve kinds of dazzling fairy lights surrounded the umbrella, which looked very magnificent. He was full of confidence, the Heavenly Spirit Umbrella was a holy soldier with extremely strong defensive power, although it was not as good as the Nirvana Mirror, but it was not something that Wu Heng could shatter with a single fist.

He did this to delay time, Wu Heng's lethality is too strong, if he can use this umbrella to drag him, it will be a victory!

When the spirit umbrella flew in, Wu Heng's confidence was still there, of course he would not be stupid enough to really use his fist to smash it, and immediately sacrifice the Ancient Sky Turning Hammer with thirty-six demon light protectors.

Seeing this scene, the umbrella monk's heart was beating wildly, and he shouted, "The Heavenly Spirit Umbrella is back, come back to me quickly!"

Let the Tianling Umbrella go to the ancient sky-turning hammer, it is simply a meat bun beating a dog, there is no return!

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