Eight realms?

A punch?

These fluttering words are like a thousand-ton giant hammer shaking everyone's thinking.

They heard me right.

"I don't know how thick the sky is!" Fan Chaosheng laughed angrily, bent his knees and pressed down, "I see that your breath is unstable, as if you are exhausted after the battle, and you dare to make a lot of nonsense." ”

"Do you understand, under the Eight Realms, there are all ants!"

In Fan Pilgrim's perception, the invisible "qi" around Lu Ze did not have the surging mountain-like thickness of the Eight Realms, but became thinner and thinner.

Today, he is going to kill Lu Ze in front of countless people in this hunting camp.

Set the rules of his pilgrimage!

Airplanes~

Everyone only felt a thump in their eardrums and tremors.

I saw a black shadow inverted and the dust wave rose straight into the air like a dragon, like a black lightning, pulling out an afterimage nearly ten meters long, like a giant blade hanging high in the air in an instant, and it was about to be slashed with the momentum of the storm in the next second.

"That's Fan Pilgrim's Extreme Leg Method!"

"The name of the guillotine, the guillotine...... One leg can break the city gate, everyone dodge, dodge! ”

However, before everyone could react, Fan Pilgrim's figure had already pulled out layers of afterimages in mid-air, and he actually swept down with a mist within ten meters of his body.

Covered in dust and waves, his legs are like long knives.

The gravel that had risen from the ground was chopped into powder the moment it hit the leg knife.

Lu Ze raised his head indifferently, staring at the leg knife that broke through 100 meters per second in an instant, and at this moment, several white waves suddenly rose from around his feet, and the two fingers of his right hand were like knives across his side.

In an instant, on the sides of the two fingers, layers of air waves spread, creating ripples visible to the naked eye.

"You dare to speak of the Eight Realms?"

The sound is rolling and stirring in all directions.

Lu Ze's fingers were slightly together, bringing up countless residual winds, and everyone saw in a trance that at this moment, the qi waves converged into a surging river, like a dragon soaring into the sky.

Ang –

Because of the high-speed agitation, the fingertip gas resonates all around at the same time.

Lu Ze didn't dodge or dodge, he stood in place, and when he was about to be slashed by Fan Chaosheng's leg knife, his right hand snapped suddenly.

"It's late!"

Fan Pilgrim laughed uncontrollably and suppressed it violently.

In his eyes, Lu Zetuo didn't flash, but let him save all the plans for changing moves.

At this moment, his leg speed has already exceeded Mach 0.6!

No one in this camp can escape his power of breaking gold and iron, stepping on mountains and mountains.

However, just as Fan Pilgrim laughed, in all directions-

Including the hibiscus squad, Yan Huang Wuzhi, Li Hui, Bi Yanming, and even dozens of members of the tactical squad gathered here, hundreds of people only felt their eardrums thrust violently.

They really felt the sudden decrease in the air pressure in the area they were in at this time.

The image of the white dragon that suddenly dragged out five overlapping phantoms also appeared on their retina!

Angry and angry, with a roaring sound, accompanied by Lu Ze's two fingers at the same time on a void in front of his shoulder.

In the sea of star source knowledge, the number of 400 evaporated in an instant.

Zi –

It was as if the sound of thousands of pieces of steel rubbing and trembling was stacked together, making the listener's teeth sore and his fingers numb.

The terrifying scene of the black clouds crushing the city instantly froze in mid-air, and the white dragon of Jiang Tao who jumped on the surface of the water disappeared at the same time.

Beneath the black clouds is a right leg that has returned from the afterimage to rest, with a metallic sheen throughout.

Between the tibia and fibula of the right leg, there is a giant void point, but I saw Lu Ze's two fingers pressed horizontally here, and he knocked lightly.

- Boom!

A wave of perpendicular earth qi erupted from his fingertips.

The Nujiang White Dragon crashed through the black city, spanning ten meters in an instant!

Like a carp hit by a giant torpedo, Fan was pushed ten meters sideways and slammed against the camp wall.

The fine cracks spread out like cobwebs, and the earthquake trembled.

Poof-

A mouthful of blood mist spewed out, Fan Pilgrim slipped against the wall, and was just about to stand up, but he never thought that he would stumble and fall to the ground.

Fan Pilgrim was stunned and looked down.

The armor condensed by liquid metal adheres to the knee of the right leg, and the ...... Disappear completely!

Ticking blood slid down the edge of the shattered nails.

The feeling of emptiness floods into the brain from the bottom up.

His eyes suddenly went dark.

"My ......"

"Where's the leg!"

Fan Pilgrim howled bitterly.

The crowd was silent at first, and then countless eyes looked at Lu Ze who indifferently put away his two fingers in horror.

An irrepressible trembling exclamation suddenly sounded.

"With strength, between the force, you can take a hundred steps. He's a general! ”

"Metal suit, body protection qi, shattered with one blow......"

"He's the real ......"

"Eight Realms Martial Artist!"

Everyone was in an uproar, and looked at the young man who turned indifferently and walked towards the remaining five Yan Huang martial artists.

The Eight Realms Warlords, that is a transcendent existence that only exists outside the Battle Fortress, only exists on the Internet and TV, and only exists in the admiration and legends!

Today, I just appeared at the freedom camp so casually.

As the deputy commander of the camp, Bi Yanming's eyes were black at this moment, and if it wasn't for the assistant around him to support him, he would probably faint on the spot.

And Wang Yun, who was frozen in place with the teacup, looked at Lu Ze with a flushed face, trembling all over.

Therefore, Lu Ze is a war, a war, a war...... will, the person she has been pointing at and scolding with her nose before, is ...... Eight Realms Warlord!

At this moment, it seemed that the whole body was overpowered, and the tea cup in Wang Yun's hand swayed and was about to fall.

Lu Ze looked at the five Yan Huang Battle Masters, and every time he took a step, the five of them took a step back.

"Lord Warlord, no, it's none of our business."

"We're just helping with the moves."

"We didn't make a move." Zhao Rong, whose arms were strangely long, cried and shouted loudly while holding the knife and retreating.

However, at this moment, when everyone's eyes fell on Lu Ze again, no one expected that Fan Pilgrim under the wall would bounce up instantly with the power of supporting the ground, pull up an afterimage and jump into the air.

He looked at Lu Ze with hatred and resentment, threw out his right arm, and a rotating golden revolver suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.

As the arm was thrown in front of him, the muzzle of the black hole was towards the back of Lu Ze's head!

No one knew that he was a gun-legged man!

Fan Zhaosheng, who had lost a leg, looked scarlet, and a twisted and crazy smile appeared on his face, and he slammed down the trigger.

- Die!

Click.

"Stillness."

At the moment when the trigger was pressed, these two words sounded in Lu Ze's mouth at the same time, as if they had expected it.

Lu Ze's right foot landed naturally, his left heel lifted off the ground, and he indifferently looked at the silent world in front of him.

Nearby, were the frightened eyes of the five Yanhuang Warriors, and the bodies that leaned back slightly and wanted to retreat.

In the distance, there were Li Hui and Bi Yanming, who were stunned and numb.

The corners of Lu Ze's mouth curled coldly, his right hand was inserted into the back of his head, and his two fingers were clamped at random, and a metal warhead hovering in the air was gently clamped.

The left foot, which was about to be raised, was gently pressed down, turned into the center of the circle, and took advantage of the momentum to turn around.

The two fingers holding the bullet threw it backhand, hitting layers of ripples and solidifying in the air.

In the sea of knowledge, the still golden hands resume trembling.

Bang –

A loud gunshot rang out over the camp.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden turn of events, and looked timidly at the side of the wall.

They saw the source of the gunfire, and they saw the huge golden revolver.

Everyone also saw the blood flower that suddenly bloomed on Fan Pilgrim's eyebrows.

Poof.

Fan Pilgrim's body fell to the ground heavily, his right hand still holding the golden revolver, his eyes wide and blank.

Yanhuang general, warrior of the Seven Realms, Fan pilgrimage......

Die.

Everyone stiffly turned their necks and saw the young man who looked at each other indifferently, and a wisp of white smoke dissipated between his two fingers.

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