The furious fist gang has not yet arrived, high in the sky, the earth under Fu Wei's body is like an earth dragon turning over, and it shook violently, and under the power of the terrifying fist, one ravine after another is about to open vertically and horizontally.

The fist was pressed down, the strong wind was blowing in his face, Fu Wei was like an ancient rock, slowly raised his feet and stepped on it! Hum! The invisible ripples turned into waves and swept the air, and the violently vibrating city of the dead was immediately quiet, Fu Wei raised his arm and palm, still ordinary and impermanent, just like an old farmer in the countryside, his hand blocking the sun, and raising the top.

Bang! The sky shook, above the nine skies, the mighty wind emptied up, shattering thousands of clouds and smoke, Fu Wei's feet sank deeply, but he firmly held Wang Xiaoer's punch.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Fu Wei shook his head and said:

"Wang boy, how can you loosen my muscles and bones for the old man with this little ability?"

Wang Xiaoer grinned, suddenly retracted his fists and stood up, the scorching golden spiritual power turned into a dazzling golden light that stirred the clouds and sky, and said in his mouth:

"Lao Tzu still has a lot of skills, you old bones, I'm afraid you can't stand Lao Tzu's toss. ”

Fu Wei shook his head, suddenly turned his head to look at the west of the Wu Kingdom Hall of Rebirth, and said indifferently:

"Fa Junbin, after so many years, you still like to hide it. I've come here, and I haven't come out to see you yet?"

After saying that, Fu Wei looked around again and said with a smile:

"Let's show up with all the friends who arrive, don't let the old man and I invite them one by one. ”

"Humph!"

Above the nine heavens, a cold snort exploded like thunder in the sky, mighty and floating in the four wildernesses. Yin Ke, the sect leader of the Burial God Sect, was dressed in a silver robe, with an aura of contempt for the heavens all over his body, and directly stood in the sky higher than Huangfu Changhate, Wang Xiaoer, Fu Wei and others. He tilted his head slightly, and didn't look at everyone more.

"Amitabha!"

At the same time, with the melodious Buddha name coming out, a great monk who was not clothed and had a well-proportioned and strong body, with a body full of energy and blood like a dragon, appeared in the far sky like a flash in the pan.

The head of the seven Buddhas in the Buddha Kingdom, Fa Junbin!

On the face of the Buddha country, except for the fact that the front of the hall is not empty to achieve the Buddha's inscription and dream, the only peak powerhouse in the realm of stepping on the sky.

On He Yunye's side, the five commanders of the Apocalypse also changed their kind nature, and the strong blood-colored spiritual power of the tyrant washed out without reservation, without leaving a word, and appeared in the field of vision of Fu Wei and the others in one step.

"Apocalypse Miscellaneous Pieces, do you dare to show your head?"

High in the sky, after the five commanders of the apocalypse appeared, Wang Xiaoer's face turned cold, and the scorching golden mangs erupted incomparably, taking one step, the iron fist was in the air, and without saying a word, he blasted towards the five commanders of the apocalypse.

Jin Mangyao Day, the extreme of fighting! The extreme of fighting! With the body as a soldier, with the body as a weapon, the fists, palms, legs and feet are all killed!

The five commanders of the Apocalypse danced in the black robes in the wind, and the blood waves were surging, evolving the Futu Purgatory, and rushed forward without dodging or dodging. The sound of the mighty and terrifying vibration shook the heavens and the earth, and the two of them quickly walked towards the higher sky, and the terrifying aftermath seemed to come from the sky, always shrouded in the sky above the Afterlife City.

Huangfu Chang hated his eyes narrowed, crimson like a demon, the law of hatred of the dragon and the tiger, suddenly tore the sky, wrapped around his body, in the demonic crimson color like the red remnant sun, Huangfu Chang hated to step out, but his figure suddenly appeared in front of Yin Ke above his head, strong and powerful big hands, five fingers cover the sun, regardless of the face of Yin Ke under the head, cold said:

"Those who dare to stand taller than Ben Hou, are you tired of being alive?"

"Presumptuous!"

Yin Ke shouted violently, and immediately became furious, like the heavens, staring indifferently at the emperor and hating, and shouted:

"Ordinary man, who allowed you to talk to this god without permission?"

The silver airflow steamed, and the phantom of the silver armor god standing up to the sky and the earth, with the same face as Yin Ke, appeared in the sky, and the big hand like a fan fiercely attacked the emperor. The silver qi instantly tore and entangled with the crimson in the sky.

Fu Wei put his hands behind his back, looked at Gao Tian, who suddenly became a piece, turned his head to look at Fa Junbin with a smile and said:

"Great monk, let me see if you have grown over the years, old man. ”

Fu Wei took a careless step, but he appeared in front of Fa Junbin in an instant, still a whip leg, strong and terrifying, with a strong wind, and in an instant, it appeared on Fa Junbin's waist.

"Amitabha!"

Fa Junbin pronounced a Buddha horn and said with a wry smile: "Poor monk, just to join in the fun, why don't you and I stop watching the play?"

Having said that, Fa Junbin's subordinates did not have any ambiguity, the monk's robe on his upper body was shattered instantly, and he raised his foot to meet Fu Wei's foot.

Suddenly, the sound of fierce intersection sounded intensively. Fa Junbin and Fu Wei were like two mortals fighting, fists and feet, constantly colliding. It's just that in the seemingly tepid confrontation between the two, the phantoms of the veins of heaven and earth are constantly crumbling and reorganizing, and the rules of heaven and earth around the two of them are clearly distorted.

After squinting at the battle of Fuwei and the others for a long time, He Yun suddenly lost interest. Without him, Fu Wei and the others' understanding of martial arts has obviously reached a completely new level. With his eyesight, his eyes are directly blackened, and he can't understand anything.

Turning his head to look at King Qin Guang beside him, He Yun also said, "Ancestor, you may feel where the immortal bitter bamboo is?"

King Qin Guang narrowed his eyes and said, "The Immortal Bitter Bamboo has always been under the Death City, and Brahma does not have the ability to remove it, and the only measure is to arrange a formation around the Bitter Bamboo." ”

Speaking of the formation, King Qin Guang couldn't help but glance at He Yunye meaningfully. Through the large array outside the drunken township restaurant, King Qin Guang found that He Yun simply saw the formation as if nothing came and went freely. He Yun also studied the formation deeply, or did he have some weird means, he didn't have the heart to investigate, he was just thinking, if he could, I don't know if He Yun would also be able to pass through the formation arranged by Brahma around the immortal bitter bamboo.

He Yun didn't speak anymore and waited quietly. Brahma hasn't made a move yet, and all he can do at this time is to wait. Brahma's delay in making a move was undoubtedly guarding against the lords of the major dynasties.

And the peak powerhouses of the Heaven Stepping Realm of the major forces are just warming up, and things are far from the time when they are exhausted.

At this time, the young master of the Apocalypse said to King Qin Guang:

"Senior, please help the leader of my family. ”

It's about cooperation, the peak powerhouse of the Heaven Stepping Realm on their side of the Apocalypse has already started, but He Yunye and King Qin Guang are still watching the play here, and the young master of the Apocalypse suddenly felt unhappy, so he couldn't help but say something.

Before King Qin Guang could make a move, He Yun suddenly said lightly:

"You ghost, is there something wrong with your brain, if the ancestor makes a move now and is entangled by the master of the Witch Kingdom, who else on our side will have the ability to win the immortal bitter bamboo, do you rely on you?"