Fang Manting's face was very ugly. He was captured by Lu Ba when he was a child and was sent to Yu Tiancan, who made a tattoo.

The tattoo was a success.

Since then, his fate has completely changed, and as soon as he opens his mouth, others will send him wealth that is difficult for others to obtain in several lifetimes.

Fang Manting hadn't even felt what it was like to be sick, with his super physique, even if he stayed in front of the nuclear radiation reactor, his body would not be hurt too much.

A master of rebirth, he has a super healing ability.

Yes, Fang Manting got a lot of things that others couldn't get in their lifetime. However, he also lost a lot of things that ordinary people have.

He can't feel the calf licking of his parents, nor can he feel friendship, let alone the luxury of love.

Therefore, he has always hated Lu Ba, and even in his early years, he thought about killing Lu Ba with his own hands.

But now, seeing that Lu Ba was about to be killed by the Emperor of Martial Arts, the fallen demon king Fang Manting actually had an irrepressible anger in his heart.

After all, they are both demon kings, and they all belong to people in hell, and their own demon kings deceive each other, which is an internal contradiction. Even if Lu Ba was killed by Tang Yulan, it would be a struggle between the Han people.

But what is the Emperor of Martial Arts, why did he kill Lu Ba and Zong Bai.

Fang Manting's fists clenched tighter and tighter, and electric arcs pulsed outside his fists, and these arcs were so powerful that they scorched his sleeves.

He took a slight half-step with his left foot, and most of the soles of his feet hung in the air, almost rushing down to stop the scene in front of him.

In the distance, the Martial Emperor raised his head slightly, and his sharp eyes seemed to be flashing with a strange light, falling straight on Fang Manting.

The aura of the reborn master is very powerful, and once he shows his strength without scruples, it is easy to attract the attention of a master like the Emperor of Martial Arts.

"Hmph." The Emperor of Martial Arts' face was full of disdain, as if he only regarded the Fallen Demon King as a passerby, bowed his head slightly, his eyes fell on Lu Ba again, and his cold voice was like a cold current blowing from Siberia: "You guys...... Die...... Yes, yes! ”

The Martial Emperor stretched out his right arm, and the ice cube in his palm emitted a white cold air visible to the naked eye, the tip of the ice cube was sharp like a steel needle, and it did not melt in the sunlight at all, but refracted a colorful light, which was reflected on Lu Ba's pale face.

In the cold, with an endless oppression......

Lu Ba was angry and unwilling in his heart, he felt that his whole body became heavier and heavier, and his breathing began to become more and more laborious, he gritted his teeth and did not resist. Because the eyes of the Martial Emperor were staring at him, it seemed that even the slightest movement of his own could not escape his eyes.

Zong Bai's body kept trembling because he heard gunshots coming from the teahouse again.

There is no need to think about it, Ren Wujian must be fully prepared to resist hell in all directions.

No matter how powerful the tattoo is, it is impossible to resist the pistol head-on.

Just thinking about it, a substantial pressure came from the Emperor of Martial Arts, he took two steps back, opened his mouth wide, and inhaled hard, his body was like a swollen balloon, because he struggled to resist, two ribs that had already broken pierced out of his chest, and the nostrils and corners of his mouth kept bleeding, looking very terrifying.

It's just that no matter how Zong Bai resists, the momentum emanating from the angry Martial Emperor is still difficult for him to resist, and his legs are a little weak under the oppression, seeing Lu Ba's life hanging by a thread, but he doesn't know how to rescue.

Suddenly, Lu Ba opened his mouth wide, and his right arm was broken and his elbow slammed into his chest, although he didn't have an upper arm, but his elbow hit his chest, and the force was still very violent, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of bloody arrows.

The warm blood arrow was spraying on the ice cube, instantly solidifying, and this ice cube was stirred by the hot blood, and it seemed that there was also a weak crack, although the crack was very light, but this meant that it was not as perfect as just now.

And Lu Ba's eyes had a little more clarity because of this, and as the blood was spit out, the qi and blood in the muscles and veins seemed to be able to run freely.

The Fallen Demon King looked at it from afar, and his eyes couldn't help but show appreciation, and when he was in danger, he couldn't use the pain of self-harm to stimulate his own ability and decisively create opportunities.

Lu Ba was like an angry lion, with a long roar in vain, he bowed his body and shot out violently towards the Emperor of Martial Arts.

With this blow, he forced all the strength of his body to radiate.

Rise!

Flames burned all over his body, and he hunted.

Zong Bai felt that the Lu Ba in front of him on the left was like an erupting volcano, while the Martial Emperor in front of him on the right was a solidified iceberg.

Lu Ba's severed right arm smashed straight on the ice cream, and the whole arm and the ice cream exploded at the same time. He rushed forward more than once, his left hand slashed out, the fist wind crackled, and it was still in mid-air, and cracks began to appear on the back of his fist, and there was no blood, but some extremely fine dust.

If you record it with a high-speed camera and play it frame by frame, you can see that the skin and flesh are too strong to withstand their own strength and almost collapse, and the dust is the blood powder of the burning flames.

Lu Ba didn't hurt anyone, he hurt himself first, he didn't leave any way out for himself.

He knew in his heart that even if he was desperate to die, it would be difficult to kill the Emperor of Martial Arts, and the reason why he did this was to defend his dignity as a demon king.

Rumble!

The fist slammed down with a ferocious force, and the blow broke the barrier of sound, and the sound was as loud as a fighter jet flying by.

The Emperor of Martial Arts stared at the other party coldly, cold and contemptuous, he took a step to the right of his right foot, his toes touched the ground, and his right palm was forward.

The whole scene suddenly became weird.

Zong Bai saw that the movement of the Martial Emperor looked very slow, but before Lu Ba's thunderous blow, the space in front of his palm seemed to be distorted and elongated.

Lu Ba's punch was obviously very fast, but it seemed to take a long time before it approached the palm of the Martial Emperor's hand.

In the distorted space, the magnetic field transformed, the oxygen content was greatly reduced, and the matter was transformed at will by the Emperor of Martial Arts.

The flames on Lu Ba's fist were immediately extinguished, and only the fist with a violent air current, Taishan smashed in front of the Martial Emperor.

The distorted space in front of the Martial Emperor's palm was superimposed, trembling under the fist wind.

Lu Ba felt that his punch did not seem to be hit in the palm of his hand, but the viscous space in all directions wrapped the fist, and this layer of spatial fluctuations dispersed the power of the fist.

"Bang!"

The space shattered, and the explosion was loud like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

The vegetable melon is far away, and when I hear this explosion, my eyes are dizzy, and I sit on the ground with my buttocks, only to feel a pain in my eardrums.

And Lu Ba's fist has been firmly grasped by the Emperor of Martial Arts.