"If you don't forget, there will be an echo!"

"The first ninety-nine punches seem to be weak, but they are the power of perseverance and water drops!"

"Everything is for the last punch now!"

"You're so conceited, too careless. You shouldn't have given me a chance!"

Yang Shou looked at Liu Ziqian, who was stunned and didn't know what was going on, his body instantly retreated, his fist was pulled apart, like a big bow that was pulled apart, the strength of the whole body, qi and blood, and belief were all condensed together, and a huge wolf was roaring in the sky.

But...

In Liu Ziqian's eyes, it was a different scene.

He saw an old and frail craftsman, with a hammer the size of a fist, looking so small in front of a bronze bell weighing several tons.

But he banged without hesitation ...

One time!

Twice!

Three clicks!

The weak force could not shake the bronze bell at all, and he hung there without moving, and this little strength could only make him make an unusually dull sound.

Everyone looked at him in amazement and laughed at him, thinking that he was dreaming.

How could a large bell that was more than ten meters tall and dozens of centimeters thick, made of several tons of bronze, be smashed by a hammer that was only a few kilograms?

However, the old craftsman did not give up because of the ridicule of the crowd, but continued persistently.

Everywhere!

Five hits!

Six hits!

Seven hits!

I don't know how many times it was struck, but the bronze bell, which had been immovable, began to shake.

The old craftsman remained unmoved, and continued to tap again and again, and finally, under this sluggish and unremitting persistence.

The brass bell is swinging more and more.

The sound of the bell is getting louder and louder, and it can be heard for miles...

Everyone was touched by the persistence of the old craftsman, and they did not know what words or words to use to describe the madness of the old man.

But the madness of the old craftsman is far from over.

Because he's still beating persistently.

One time!

Twice!

Three clicks!

Everywhere!

。。。

Ten strokes!

。。。

One hundred!

。。。

A thousand strokes!

No one knows how many times the old craftsman knocked, only that the sun rises and sets, and sets and rises.

The old man's body is also getting weaker and weaker.

Just when everyone thought the old man was about to fall.

The old man did his best to swing the last hammer!

The strength of his last hammer was not too great, to be exact, it was much weaker than the strength in front of him.

However, it was this hammer that became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The large bell, which was cast in bronze as a whole, suddenly appeared on the surface of a series of tiny cracks, and these cracks finally intertwined into a large crack that ran through the whole.

The bronze bell, which had existed for an unknown amount of time, and should have existed for an unknown amount of time, slowly cracked under the incredulous gaze of everyone, and finally turned into a pile of debris.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, their mouths were open, and they looked at everything in front of them in disbelief.

The old craftsman used his own spirit to vividly interpret the eternal truth of water drops and stones, sincerity, and gold and stone for opening.

"Boom!"

Yang Shou's fist landed on Liu Ziqian's chest.

Objectively speaking, his fists are not very strong, and they are not beyond Liu Ziqian's tolerance.

But there is an invincible belief in it.

What is even more terrifying is that this belief, like a seed, took root and sprouted frantically in his body.

A point of light!

Two points of light!

Three points of light!

。。。

Ten points of light!

The dots of light, like stars and fireflies, seem to be lit one by one by an invisible candle.

Liu Ziqian seems to be a huge luminous body, and a dazzling eye appears on his body and limbs, like the light points of the stars, forming a pattern like a wolf!

Ninety-nine points of light!

Ninety-nine points of light!

As Yang Shou said, the terrifying thing about "Wolves Devouring Tiger Fist" is not his wind-like speed, nor the sharpness of the wolf's teeth tearing through everything, but the power of fusing ninety-nine punches into one punch.

"No!"

Liu Ziqian lowered his head, his eyes kept shrinking, and he looked at his body with some despair, each point of light was like fireflies, and there were like flying sparks, which looked so beautiful.

But this beauty, like the beauty of the poppy, is extremely fatal to Liu Ziqian.

He subconsciously raised his head and stretched out his jet-black palm, wanting to grab Yang Shou...

However, the heavy dark energy lurking in his body suddenly burst out, forming an undercurrent that was stronger than the other.

Although Liu Ziqian's flesh and blood are strong, ordinary knives and guns are difficult to hurt.

But after all, it is still flesh and blood, and there is still a limit to the power it can bear.

Once his strength exceeds this limit, he will also be injured, bleeding, and even killed just like a mortal.

It's very obvious!

Yang Shou's "Wolves Devouring Tiger Fist" gathers the power of the previous ninety-nine punches into one punch.

Although the power of this punch can't break the world or settle the world, it is enough to shatter Liu Ziqian's zombie body!

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

With a muffled sound, Liu Ziqian's body seemed to be detonated as if a full powder keg had been detonated, trembling and exploding.

Clusters of black skin and fishy blood, under the effect of the explosion, kept shooting in all directions.

"Ahh

The severe pain made Liu Ziqian's eyes shrink, his mouth opened wide, and he raised his head and roared as if he was crazy. Sharp fangs like wolfdogs stretched out, and a scarlet breath burst out of his eyes, nostrils, and ears, staining everything around him red.

"Kill you!"

"I'm going to kill you all!"

"This!"

"How is this possible?"

"Just now, I couldn't live for a lifetime, and my invincible Liu Ziqian was killed like this?"

Whether it was Wang Dayu hiding in the shadows, or other warriors, looking at Liu Ziqian, who seemed to be swept by a heavy machine gun all over his body, and kept exploding and bleeding, his eyes kept shrinking.

The face is full of disbelief!

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

After the dense, like the muffled sound of firecrackers, Liu Ziqian's eyes kept shrinking, his face was full of disbelief, and his body was more like a clay sculpture that had been pushed down, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Dead!"

"Finally dead!"

"It's over!"

"It's finally over!"

Looking at Liu Ziqian, who fell to the ground, his whole body was full of holes, and his eyes were closed, like a dead man, everyone couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief in their hearts. subconsciously wanted to get closer to Yang Shou.

"General!"

"Don't come here!"

"He's not dead yet!"

At this moment, Yang Shou's arm suddenly raised, and he shouted loudly with some anxiety.

"What!"

"He's not dead yet!"

"How is this possible?"

"Such a powerful attack, such a serious injury, how could he not be dead ... ”

"Is he really iron-clad?"

"Impossible!"

When everyone heard Yang Shou's warning, they subconsciously stopped, and looked at Liu Ziqian who fell to the ground in disbelief, his whole body stiffened, they really couldn't imagine how anyone could save their lives before such a powerful attack.

Not to mention that everyone couldn't believe it, even Wang Dayu, who also practiced "Nine Ghost Zombie Skills", didn't believe it.

How is this possible?

Although the Nine Shadows Zombie Gong is a miracle skill, it can make people's physical body as hard as gold and stone, and it also gives cultivators unimaginable vitality.

But it's not that the Nine Shadows Zombie Skill doesn't have weaknesses!

When the damage received exceeds a certain limit, the practitioner will also be blown up.

Unless...

Unless the Blood Moon sacrifice gave him some unimaginable power!

Thinking of a possibility, Wang Dayu's eyes kept flickering, and there was an indescribable coveting in the depths of his eyes.

Quiet!

Exceptionally quiet!

Everyone subconsciously held their breath and looked at the man lying on the ground with scarlet hair and blood, like a demon.

Although their hearts were full of suspicion and disbelief about Yang Shou, none of them dared to take a step forward.

Liu Ziqian under the blood moon has left an invincible shadow in their hearts.

"Hahaha... ”

"If only you had that strength. ”

"I thought you could kill me... Then I can go and accompany my Chun Niang!"

"I didn't expect it, but I was so disappointed with the results!"