"Bang!"

A figure flew high, striking a strange pose in the air, saliva swirling across his face, and his eyes were about to burst out. After flipping seven hundred and twenty degrees, it rolled on the ground like a broken sack, and then remained motionless.

Liu Ziming looked at his fist, and couldn't help but sigh that this half-step collapse fist was really powerful, since the last time he saw Wei Benlei perform, Liu Ziming pondered it, and now he uses it, it looks like seven or eight points.

Although it was only seven or eight points, the momentum was no worse than Wei Benlei's half-step collapse fist. Because Liu Ziming's muscle activity is far beyond ordinary people, coupled with his almost innate fighting talent, seven or eight points has ten points of strength. Even if Wei Benlei saw it, he would praise the martial arts wizard.

A few people stared at Fang Yuan, who was holding Fang Cun, and felt that this white-skinned young man must be an embroidered pillow, and even the embroidery was very watery. Indeed, among the ten people in this line, Fang Yuanfang and Zhu Teng have the lowest combat effectiveness.

Needless to say, Liu Ziming is first-class and fierce, the Shaolin Changquan that he has chosen in the guild's martial arts training, this is extremely simple but has the most rigid and yang boxing method to open and close, coupled with his real long arms, it is simply invincible.

Now he has stolen Wei Benlei's half-step collapse fist, half a step collapse fist and half a step within both offense and defense, combined with his long fist, the long and short are combined, like entering a no-man's land.

Li Hu's eagle claw skills have always been useless, first he was beaten by Liu Ziming, and then he was punched by Wei Benlei, he is really aggrieved as a master of martial arts in Jinmen of the Republic of China. I think back then, his Li family's eagle claw skills were also famous, and there were hundreds of disciples at their peak, and they also walked sideways in Jinmen.

Wang Qiang and Ma Ming are also tiger-backed, and they have been fighting on the streets with Li Hu for a long time, and although they can't be said to be masters, they are also good hands.

Song Kai and them, as the C-level executive commissioner of the Spirit Department, have Liu Ziming's B-level Zhuyu in front of them, and their strength has never been conspicuous. But to a certain extent, the gap between them and Liu Ziming is soul art, and other aspects are not bad at all, at least the culture is stronger than Liu Ziming.

The worst thing is Fang Yuan, an "ordinary person" who still only has a pair of boundary-breaking evil pupils, as well as the thin Zhu Teng and Fang Cun, who belongs to the baby boy. Although the Boundary-Breaking Evil Pupil was very strong, it didn't bring any strengthening effect to the rest of Fang Yuan's body, he was also a high school student with better personal strength.

The two of them came over with a bright blade in their hands, and they smirked, as if they had seen Fang Yuan's blood splattered on the spot in the next moment. However, Fang Yuan was also laughing, laughing inexplicably, laughing so hard that the two of them felt cold for a while.

The two people holding the knife only felt the sound of whirring wind behind them, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end, so they didn't dare to turn back, and directly cut the knife behind.

"Bell!" With a thud, their arms tingled, and then a surge of slashes came up, and the back of the knife slashed at themselves, breaking their wrist bones, and even their sternum rattling.

Liu Ziming's upper clothes were torn, revealing the black guild combat uniform inside. He had a golden rope wrapped around his arms, a golden light shield in his left hand, a solid small drum in his right hand, and a swallow-shaped crossbow without a spirit talisman pinned to his waist, like a peerless fierce general charging into battle.

The huge impact knocked the two people directly into the air, and they fell into the endless darkness, without any life. Their way of coming from is long gone, as if they appeared in this suspended temple out of thin air, and they can only go to the top palace to find out.

Liu Ziming came to Fang Yuan's side, handed him the golden light shield and the golden rope, and then took the stone drum in his hand and smashed it fiercely, smashing out a person's brain.

This time, it seems to stimulate the bloodiness of the entire battlefield, although I have seen blood before, but it is not like this Heavenly Maiden scattered flowers. Now everyone doesn't spare their hands, no longer thinking about smashing their opponents, but about dismantling their opponents fiercely.

Fang Yuan held the golden light shield in his left hand, and in his right hand was a whip with two golden ropes twisted together, which he folded again, becoming shorter but more advantageous. He thrashed, and the whip slashed through the air with a golden shadow, carrying with it the sound of whistling wind.

“Are you ready?”

“LET'S GO!”

Liu Ziming and Fang Yuan asked and answered, and then Liu Ziming rushed out first, followed by Fang Yuan with a koala-like square inch in his arms. Liu Ziming punched one punch after another in front, knocking them to the ground, but his two fists were invincible to his four hands, and he was still close to him by many knives.

The golden whip in Fang Yuan's hand slammed over, and if the spirit man who was close to Liu Ziming was shocked, he only attacked, and if someone approached, he only used the golden light shield to block it. As soon as the approaching people stopped, they were turned around by Liu Ziming and sent flying, the two of them were like a chariot, and wherever they passed, thousands of troops were changing.

Fang Yuan's hand was extremely ruthless, with Liu Ziming fiercely blocking the attraction in front, his whip in the back was tricky and ruthless, and the whip was whipped on his head. The special effect of the golden rope made the head of the spirit man who was smoked smoke, leaving a terrifying scar.

Some spirit people who had just adapted to their bodies were directly drawn out of their mobility, making other spirit people also frightened. Gradually, the entire battlefield formed three parties, on the one hand, the Fang Yuan Ten who became more and more brave in the battle, on the other hand, the defeated Pan Guo and his men, and the third party was those who were already wavering, and gradually began to break away from the battle.

Pan Guo saw that something was wrong, and he also began to slowly retreat, he glanced at the white jade steps, and then looked at the palace above. There was a flash of heat in his eyes, and his fat body climbed quickly, trying to get the treasure in his hands first.

Pan Guo thought that as long as he had that treasure, he would be able to move back to the disadvantages of this battle and wipe out all the minions in his eyes. If you can still dedicate it to the city lord, you don't have to look at the faces of Lian Xuanchi and the tigress all day long.

As soon as he thought of this, he climbed faster and faster, turned around and shouted, "Stop them, turn back and get a reward!" His throat was like a broken gong, and his neck was red, and he didn't care about it.