"Who is presumptuous in the south of the city!"

Liu Wei'an's retreat exploded, and the rubble shot out in all directions, and a powerful divine thought enveloped the entire south of the city in an instant. All the scenery came into mind, and when I saw everything that happened, an unprecedented murderous machine came out of my heart, and in an instant it turned into a volcanic eruption, causing the wind and clouds in the sky to change color, and the clouds seemed to dim a little.

The faceless head was beheaded, and the body was shattered, leaving only one head lying crookedly on the ground, its eyes wide open, and it could not be seen. Camel Shoko's body is still there, but the heart is gone, leaving a big hole, and blood is bubbling up.

The fat dragon is the worst, the flesh of the whole body is gone, and there is only a skeleton left, and it is not dead yet, the internal organs squeezed in the skeleton are steaming, and the heart is still beating and beating. The fat dragon tried to open his eyes, glaring angrily at Venerable Kurong, and wanted to cry in pain, but endured it.

The corpses were everywhere, all of them were peaceful soldiers, and the deaths were strange and strange, and there was almost no unity. Some have broken bones all over their bodies, some have crushed internal organs, and some have twisted throats...... Many people die in an instant, with no pain on their faces.

The blood almost stained the ground red, and it was terrible.

Tang Dingdong, the instructor of the Ping An team, was not spared, and Venerable Kurong did not show mercy to his subordinates because Tang Dingdong was a girl, and a bloody hole in his eyebrows was killed.

Nie Pohu didn't die, not because he was strong or lucky, but because Venerable Kurong deliberately tortured him. The body was filled with 18 arrows, all of which were on their hands and feet, and they were arranged in a strange way, as if they were a certain formation. The places where many arrows were inserted were vital points, but Nie Pohu didn't die. There is a magical force that supports his vitality, but the pain is also endless.

Beads of sweat rolled down from Nie Pohu's brows, his clothes were already soaked, his face was pale and terrible, and his muscles were exposed, but he didn't say a word, trying to keep himself awake. Knowing that it was impossible, he still tried to stretch out his fingers, and the bow that never left his body fell at his feet, close at hand, but he couldn't touch it, as if the end of the world.

With a dull snort, Xu Banxian flew out horizontally, the mirror shot into the sky, the signboard fell obliquely, and the bell was still in his hand, but the sound was messy, and the shaking was annoying, and there was no such power to grab people's hearts.

Venerable Kurong's eyes flashed, and it was this blind man who had been able to end the battle a long time ago

His killing move forcibly delayed the time, and his body moved, leaving a series of afterimages in the void, and caught up with Xu Banxian in an instant, his palm was like a knife, and he slashed down obliquely. I want to end this boring fight.

The strength is like the withered Venerable, flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people, and the sharpness of the hand knife will not be much weaker than that of the divine weapon. Although Xu Banxian was blind, his perception of the outside world was much more sensitive than normal eyes, and as soon as Venerable Kurong moved, he found out. He wanted to respond, but Venerable Kurong's speed was too fast, and a tattered Dao robe had just puffed up, and Venerable Kurong's hand knife had already arrived in front of him. The breath of death is covered like a tide, Xu Banxian is used to being lucky, but when it is his turn, it is not effective.

He saw his white eyes roll and shouted, "Wei An called me—"

"Heavenly King Lao Tzu can't save you when he comes." Venerable Kurong's tone was flat, as if he was telling the irrefutable truth of 1+1=2. However, when his voice fell, his face changed.

"Fist of Judgment!"

Liu Wei'an opened his fist hundreds of meters away, and as soon as the starting hand came out, the heaven and earth were inducted, the light became dim, and there was a faint thunder in the void.

The power of a punch seems to destroy the world.

Xu Banxian had never felt such a terrifying fist, so much so that he forgot about the Venerable Kurong, and looked at the infinitely expanding fist stupidly, remembering a certain legend.

Maybe it was stimulated by the death of his subordinates, or maybe it was after healing, the spirit was sublimated to a new level, Liu Wei'an himself didn't expect that an angry punch would be so powerful, and this punch already had fifty percent of the old madman's strength.

There are two choices in front of Venerable Kurong, the hand knife remains the same, kill Xu Banxian, but he may be injured, the second option is to change his move temporarily, he is unwilling to make this choice, he hates to be coerced, but in the end he still changed his move.

"Withered Palm!"

One withered and one prosperous, the power of life and death is transformed to form the power of annihilation. When he was born, his face turned red, like a well-maintained rich man, and when he died, his face turned into a skeleton, like a dehydrated mummy, and his bones were covered only by a layer of dry skin. A person is in two forms

The rapid conversion is more exciting than magic.

Boom –

The fist and the palm collided, the terrifying sound was compressed between the dimensions, Liu Wei'an's body stagnated, and in the next moment, the bright essence in the depths of his dark eyes, the spirit and spirit exploded in an all-round way, and the terrifying aura rushed straight into the sky from the heavenly spirit cover, and another punch blasted out.

"Fist of Judgment!"

Venerable Kurong's face changed drastically twice, and unlike the previous regularity, these two changes of color seemed hasty. Seeing Liu Wei'an's second punch with almost no intervals, his eyes were a little gloomy. With his current identity, he rarely makes a move, and there are even fewer people who dare to take the initiative to attack him, and most of the masters can't pass the Dao Tong level.

The person who is really qualified to do it with him has no chance to attack at all, but from Liu Wei'an's body, he really feels the suppression. This made him extremely embarrassed.

"Withered Palm!"

Between the lightning and the fire, the two collided for the second time, this time, neither of them could control the strength, a little power was vented, the earth cracked instantly, the spider web spread for hundreds of meters, Xu Banxian, who had not completely escaped, was unlucky, was hit by the edge of his body by the storm, wow, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and a face turned into a bitter gourd face.

"Fist of Judgment!"

"Fist of Judgment!"

"Fist of Judgment!"

……

At this moment, Liu Wei'an visualized the old madman, the person is still the same person, but the spirit and spirit are very different from usual, and he has entered a certain mysterious and mysterious state, and the power of the Great Trial Fist has increased geometrically, and one punch is heavier than the other.

The thunder intensified and became deafening.

When Venerable Kurong received the third punch, his palms began to tremble, when he threw the fourth punch, his upper body began to shake, and when he threw the fifth punch, he took a step back, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

Liu Wei'an ran his mental method, so that the internal force was endless, in order to support the terrible consumption of the Great Trial Fist, an ordinary punch will consume the strength of the whole body, he blasted out twenty-eight punches in one breath, and finally, the last punch fell, and the face of the Venerable Kurong changed twice in an instant, and finally returned to normal half of the red light, half of it was dry, a wisp of blood overflowed the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were gloomy and terrible, as if he was going to eat people.