Grudge bureau, vendetta bureau. -Uncle Haha-

One is the son of the King of Xiaotian, who was once recognized as the top of the top ten; One is the grassroots who counterattacked namelessly, Wu Wenxu who stepped into the final of the bloody battle with an unstoppable pace.

The two, if they are opposite each other at the peak, will definitely set off a most shocking ultimate confrontation below the tenth order, however, Wu Wenxu, who has given millions of people 'spirit' sustenance at this moment, is really not optimistic.

Kill five people in a row and retreat three people!

This glorious and glorious record is enough to make Wu Wenxu worthy of being the first person in the city of faith for thousands of years, if he steps down now, he deserves to become the idol of the entire ice tribe, and firmly sit on the first throne of the God Sacrifice Society.

However, everyone couldn't understand why he was seriously injured and his magic power was close to exhaustion, and he still had to suffer on the Blood Battle Platform, wasn't he afraid that Xiao Yuan would make a ruthless move and let him die on the Blood Battle Platform!

"I know you're not going to run away."

Xiao Yuan stared at the man not far away, and caught a trace of tremor from his figure that had become rickety and weak, this tremor was not like fear, just as his eyes kept shining with strange brilliance, Xiao Yuan could see that he was very excited.

But Xiao Yuan was very disgusted with the excitement shown by the man, and he said indifferently and sarcastically: "I might as well tell you, you have dove poison in your body, I estimate, you have at most half an hour to live, hehe, if you can't solve me within half an hour, you will bleed and your soul will be scattered." ”

"It doesn't matter."

Wu Wenxu stretched out his hand, his fist and palm collided together, making a sonorous and powerful impact sound, he took a step, the muscle 'flesh' strain and the pain like the tearing of the five organs, the very uncooperative stab 'excited' came out, the pain made Wu Wenxu frown his eyebrows', he gently pursed his 'lips', and a blood immediately overflowed from the 'lip' petal, which was not thick or thin.

"I know that you hate me so much because I killed your little lover."

Bearing Wu Wenxu's contemptuous and indifferent attitude, Xiao Yuan felt extremely uncomfortable crawling with ants.

He really didn't want to see Wu Wenxu's calm expression that made him sick, so he said slowly: "Wu Wenxu, do you know? In fact, the reason why your little lover appeared in the auction house is my Xiaoyuan's masterpiece, and the reason why your little lover's village was slaughtered was all because of you, because you had to offend my Xiaoyuan; ”

Wu Wenxu's calm face finally involved a kind of 'color' between seriousness and forest.

He paused, and 'revealed' a smile that made Xiao Yuan jealous: "Why do you think you can stand here alive today?" ”

Seeing that Xiao Yuan's face was pale, and his forehead was constantly bursting with green tendons, Wu Wenxu said in a cold and bone-chilling tone: "Because I want your death to be the curtain call in the most humble and humiliating form. (Advertisement)"

"Boom!"

Two figures, separated by a few feet, suddenly jumped up quickly.

Immediately after, there was a deafening wind whistle fist 'groan' in the air, this crackling, the collision of speed and power to the extreme, like a thunderous rainstorm in summer, pouring down, repeatedly and without stopping.

The sound of fists is 'handed', and the eyes are 'dazzled' and 'chaotic'.

As the only son of Xiao Tianwang, Xiao Yuan does have the ability to laugh and be arrogant, his sense of smell is very sensitive, and his powerful magic skills erupted in the iron fist, and then with a tricky and vicious attitude, he fiercely attacked Wu Wenxu's gap, and between the two of them, they were all dangerous and fatal.

Hundreds of punches later, Wu Wenxu coughed up blood and retracted his numb fists, while Xiao Yuan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with a slight instability in his legs, and then looked at Wu Wenxu's eyes, which became more and more 'insidious' and vicious.

For the first 'confrontation', Xiaoyuan was hit by twelve punches, and Wu Wenxu was punched with fifteen punches.

Xiao Yuan's fist carries a fierce 'yin' poisonous stamina, this kind of strength, like the aftermath of old wine drinking into his lungs, is very different from his old heavy style.

"Very well, you are the first person to take my fist and not die."

Xiao Yuan's face was complicated, and he spat on blood, but in fact, in the bottom of his heart, he had already set off a shock of turning the river and the sea.

His fist should have broken at least dozens of his tendons, right? But why didn't this man even blink his eyes, could it be that he, like the Purgatory Ice Demon, couldn't feel pain by nature?!

"Xiao Yuan, don't tell me this is all your power reads;."

It hurts, it fucking hurts.

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely faint in pain at this moment, but Wu Wenxu, who had endured the death of the skull flame and tempered his body and was reborn from the fire, wanted to put this pain in his dictionary too?

"Hehe, it's just an appetizer."

Xiao Yuan said, a withered yellow light suddenly poked out from the pitch-black long sleeves, and in a moment, the yellow light changed into a slender and even sword, which may be more than four feet long, rough and solemn, and the killing cold light of 10,000 points of leaping 'desire' was hidden in the blade of the sword in a low-key manner.

"Withered Dragon Sword?"

The King of the River Heaven couldn't help but let out an exclamation, his eyes were filled with anger, and he swallowed his anger, and said with a strange smile: "Back then, you used this sword to kill the three dragons, and your resentment became a river, and the dry bones were like mountains, and you sacrificed the murderous name of the head of your eight kings, Xiao Tianwang, and now you 'hand' it over to Xiaoyuan, don't you want to abdicate and make way for Xian?" ”

The Sky King put his hands on his knees, as if he was meditating.

Seeing that the Xiao Heavenly King did not respond to him, the River Heavenly King said to himself: "No matter what, the withered dragon sword is out, even if Wu Wenxu is a tenth-order demon master, he will definitely be unstoppable and resist a blow." ”

One sword succeeds, ten thousand bones wither.

Legend has it that there are three dragons who cover the sky and the sun, and the magic power is monstrous, and they died under this sword!

"If you can die under the withered dragon sword, you will live in vain."

Although the rules of the God Worship Society do not allow weapons equivalent to the Magister's level, the Dry Dragon Sword has the advantage of being interdependent and complementary to the wielder's magic power.

And the soul of the three dragons sealed in the sword, easily slashed, can carry supreme resentment, tearing the enemy to pieces!

"Goodbye, Wu Wenxu."

Xiao Yuan's voice has been transmitted to the clouds, he waved his arm, and in the slender yellow blade, a terrifying dragon 'groan' erupted in an instant, the kind of anger, the power that wants to destroy all things, it is really ten thousand horses galloping, and the momentum is incomparable!

Wu Wenxu clearly saw that the sword qi condensed by the magic power imprisoned three angry dragon heads, black horned fangs, and red blood pupils, although they looked dead and illusory, pieces of hard scales like steel, all telling the truth of the scene.

Long Wei, everyone who was shocked was shocked and 'desired'.

Under the three furious dragon heads, the lonely Wu Wenxu was like a tiny piece of sand in the sea, lonely and helpless, and could overturn at any time.

"Today is the third day of two months."

Wu Wenxu pulled up the collar unhurriedly, his cheeks were torn apart by the amazing Feng Lan, and the wind blew his short hair and long clothes, he 'groped' under the collar, and suddenly pulled up a white, crescent-shaped mysterious object.

"White 'colored' fangs!"

Raven exclaimed, and in a fuss, he threw himself at Rengar's neck, only to realize that Rengar's ancestral fangs, which he regarded as more important than life, had really changed hands.

Rashly seeing three dragon heads with teeth and claws rushing towards him, Wu Wenxu did have a bit of 'waves' and 'waves' in his heart.

However, the soul calmed down for the snow maple tree quickly reminded Wu Wenxu of some pictures, so he didn't hesitate to pull out this fang, clenched it, and then raised his arm vigorously and held it high into the air.

"Ancestors of the poodle, I know you're going to fall in love with these three big guys."

Wu Wenxu smiled 'quite weakly', because of Long Wei in front of him, his hand holding the white 'colored' fangs was very reluctant, not using the strength of 'milk', this fang was really about to fly away from the palm of his hand.

'Hahahaha, little one, aren't you afraid that I won't come out of the door after I close the door?' ’

A vicissitudes of soul coercion made people's hearts tremble, and under the soul coercion, the terrifying dragon power that could not be used for a lifetime suddenly stopped in the sky above the man holding his fangs high like a grasshopper shaking a tree.

Three pairs of bloody eyes the size of an iron pot turned out to be the beginning of fear of human 'sexuality'.

They tried to spit out the dragon's breath, but they were squeezed tightly by a large snow-white hand, only a few wisps of firewood from their nostrils, and the beast's claws pressed against its mouth, and then like a sandbag, one punch, two punches...... That's the soul of a dragon, the soul of a dragon!

The indestructible scales of the dragon's head are actually miserable under the casserole's big beast claw iron fist, the owner of the beast's claw skillfully grasps the rhythm of the dragon's head attack, and easily plays with them between the palms, the dragon is screaming, trembling, and irretrievably going to destruction.

At this moment, I don't know how many people's worldview began to be subverted.

At this moment, the proud pursuer Rengar burst into tears, and he wiped his tears and wept silently as he watched his father's incomparable bravery.

Dragon Slayer Warrior Lexa.

The youngest leader in the history of the Lion Orc, an epic figure who once single-handedly tore apart a fourteenth-order dragon, his monument is forever.

'Dragons, such weak insects! ’

Lexa's soul laughed loudly, although the soul was vague, so that Wu Wenxu could not distinguish his specific appearance, but from his proud laughter, Wu Wenxu could deeply feel that his heroism was extraordinary.

"Boom!"

In the sky, there was a loud explosion of landslides and cracks.

The wind was surging, the magic was mighty, a screaming dragon head suddenly disappeared, the retracted beast claw did not wait for the second dragon head to breathe, and smashed on the top of its head, his fist did not carry any 'fancy', simple and simple, but devastating.

The pitch-black dragon horns have become plastic toys.

The red pupils of the dragon's head almost popped out of its eye sockets, and the thug's eyeballs really rolled out of the eye sockets in the shattered dragon horns and the beast fists, revealing two black 'holes' and 'holes' deep eye 'holes'.

So the dragon's head was crushed into a 'meat' cake, and the bang was dispersed into dust.

"Stinky boy, you can obviously dodge the dragon with a throat-cutting battle, but you have to summon Lao Tzu out, haha, it's not for the sake of little Rengar's face, I have to make you suffer something." ’

The direction of the beast's claws changed suddenly, and the third dragon head didn't even have a chance to scream, and was directly punched through the skull.

The three-headed dragon didn't even set off a fart 'wave'.

Xiao Yuan held the hand of the withered dragon sword and began to tremble, and for the first time, the fear of death emerged in his 'yin' sinister and resentful eyes.