[Brothers and sisters, you need you at your fingertips!]

On the snowfield, there was such an interesting scene at this time.

A skinny teenager, carrying another teenager on his back, ran wildly across the snowfield.

An avalanche occurred beside them, but the boy seemed to ignore it, his eyes were red, and he rushed forward lifelessly.

And behind the young man, three orthodox shadows, like wolves and tigers, kept pounced, like a hungry pack of wolves.

At this moment, Wu Di has no extra thoughts to think about what to do next, only to escape, escape from the sight of these people for even a second, he will have a chance to hide and take the opportunity to break through to the Shengjin Realm.

Ah Hu kept looking back, looking at the several people who were approaching, his eyes were full of anger.

"Benefactor, put Ah Hu down, Ah Hu will block these guys for you, they are coming at me, Ah Hu stays, you can go." ”

Wu Di glared at him, "Shut up, we can't leave while talking!"

Ah Hu stopped again.

Wu Di is his benefactor, and Ah Hu will do what he says, even if it is to send him to death.

At this time, the muscles of Wu Di's whole body had begun to produce a violent feeling, it was not just a pain, but in this pain, there was an unbearable itch.

The pain is because the muscles are torn apart again for the tendons to grow.

Itching is entirely due to the unique physiological manifestations of tendon growth.

If it only appears in a certain part, it is just that, now this unique itching sensation appears all over Wu Di's body, he is itching all over his body, and he just can't scratch it, such a process is simply a kind of torture.

When will this process come to an end?

Wu Di didn't know.

But he felt that this pain was constantly intensifying, which meant that he would eventually be unable to bear the moment again!

When the time comes, Liao San will catch up, and he will not give Wu Di a chance to escape at all.

It's a do-or-die game!

Could it be that it's going to end so soon?!

Wu Di's heart trembled, it was the fear of death.

His hatred, along with Xiao Wu Di's hatred, was also surging in his chest.

Why!

Why is it that the wicked always have all kinds of help, and the innocent have to suffer?

Is it just because the wicked are powerful?

This world is so realistic!

Without strength, you're nothing.

Wu Di was unwilling, and his eyes were gradually replaced by anger, which was like a flood beast, together with little Wu Di's resentment towards Liao San, instantly swallowed Wu Di's last trace of reason.

The moment Wu Di's reason was completely engulfed in anger, the momentum of his whole body suddenly reappeared.

It's no longer a rage, but a biting cold.

And his speed gradually slowed down.

Liao San, who had been chasing after him, saw this and looked happy.

"This kid can't bear it, looking at the fluctuations on his body, a breakthrough is imminent!" Liao San's eyes narrowed, and his eyes showed surprise, "This kid was originally quenched to the Great Perfection, and he was only promoted, and now it has only been a few hours, and he has been promoted again, and he is definitely a treasure!"

"No, this kid is a tumor, he can't stay!"

Liao San seized the opportunity and crushed a Yuan Crystal again.

Counting the crushed above, he still has the last piece of Yuan Crystal left, which is reserved for life-saving, and Liao San is unwilling to use it until it is absolutely necessary.

In the blink of an eye, Liao San's figure appeared a few meters in front of Wu Di, directly blocking Wu Di's way.

Wu Di's footsteps also stopped, he raised his head and looked at Liao San expressionlessly, a pair of round eyes were the same size, the whites of his eyes had been completely covered with bloodshot and filled with scarlet, and his pupils were constantly expanding, like the pupils of a dead man who couldn't focus.

And the momentum of his whole body has also been transformed.

The piercing cold came from him.

A sense of the dead silence of life beat on the chests of the living people around him, especially in Liao San's heart, forming an inexplicable fear.

Wu Di gave him the feeling at this moment that it didn't look like a living person at all, but more like a dead corpse.

He's dead?

No, he didn't die?!

Liao San panicked, no matter which one it was, it was extremely bad for him now.

Fighting the spirit, Liao San mobilized the terrifying power of the whole body's tendon realm, and shouted angrily, "Pretend to be a god and make a ghost." "Embolden yourself.

Obviously, he is not full of energy, because Wu Di's performance at this moment and all kinds of things can only be described as treacherous, which makes people see the soles of their feet cool up to the heavenly spirit cover.

Ah Hu also got off Wu Di's body, looking at Wu Di's weird state, with a look of concern.

He doesn't care what Wu Di becomes, a benefactor is a benefactor, the grace of a drop of water, when the spring reciprocates!

The rest of the people also rushed up and surrounded Wu Di.

Compared with Wu Di's terrible, they were more afraid of what Liao San said.

On the snowfield, the cold wind was fierce, and there was an endless sound of avalanche collapse behind him, and the earth was trembling.

Wu Di's state at this time was very strange, obviously he was a living person, but he gave people the feeling of a dead corpse.

And on him, he continued to release a fierce climbing Shengjian Realm coercion.

Except for Zhang Xiaohu, the hearts of everyone present were beating violently.

If Wu Di reaches the realm of life, they all know very well what will happen to them.

"Kill this kid, or you and I won't die well!"

"Yes, Fei Dong, you take action to restrain Zhang Xiaohu first, and we will deal with Wu Di for you. Provide a chance for Senior Brother Liao to make a move. ”

The other two understood the stakes, so they acted decisively.

Fei Dong's face was solemn, and the more eccentric Wu Di was, the stronger the uneasiness in his heart.

Turning to face Zhang Xiaohu, Fei Dong shot without hesitation.

Zhang Xiaohu is no longer an ordinary person at this time, but a cultivator of the Great Perfection of Skin Grinding, and for a while, he fought with Fei Dong, the Great Perfection of Quenching Flesh, and he did not fall behind for a while!

His talent is terrifying.

Zhang Xiaohu walked away from the whole generation, and Wu Di, who was stupid in place, was directly exposed in front of the three of them.

Liao San's two minions glanced at each other, slammed on the ground, and pounced towards Wu Di, their fists tightened, and they attacked Wu Di in front of him and under his feet.

With the attack in two directions, Wu Di had no room to escape at all.

Zhang Xiaohu was entangled by Fei Dong at this time, and he had no chance to help Wu Di at all, so he could only be anxious on the sidelines.

Liao San also adjusted his state at this time, and his complexion returned to normal.

Wu Di didn't seem to see the offensive of the two, and he was still expressionless, joyful and sad, like a piece of wood.

"Did you accept your fate?!"

One of the two sneered, it seems that this Wu Di is nothing more than that, except for the kung fu of running away.

As the two of them expected, the fists bombarded Wu Di's body, leaving deep bruises.

With a successful blow, the two did not retreat but advanced, but directly launched an offensive like a torrential rain against Wu Di.

Punches and kicks, everything, the more the two of them fight, the more fierce they become, the air around Wu Di is constantly shaken by the violently trembling fist wind sonic boom, which is enough to see the ferocity of the offensive.

However, Wu Di was still there.

Ren's fists and feet hit him like a torrential rain, making his skin open, making the corners of his mouth bleed, and making his eyes crack, but he was still motionless, as if he didn't feel the slightest.

The only thing that is different is his red eyes.

The color became deeper and deeper, and the terrible black in the pupils became more and more intense.

In the process of the muscles on his body being constantly beaten, Wu Di felt a sense of relief.

The itching that was unique to the tendons was relieved in the process, and he was given the opportunity to manipulate his tendons.

The tendons and veins that were originally sparse in his body, under Wu Di's manipulation, continued to branch along the texture of the muscles, submerging into the muscles, more and more, more and more......

This should have been an extremely painful thing, even if it was a great master of the True Yuan Realm, it was also an extremely careful realm, but in Wu Di's place, it was actually defused by the enemy's punches and kicks.

And this seems to have become a perverted sense of comfort, which makes Wu Di deeply addicted and unable to extricate himself.

"Come on, come again, haven't you eaten, hurry up and hit me!"

Wu Di roared angrily in his heart!

Others may vomit blood when they hear it......

The only flaw is that his physical body is still not under his control, as if it is controlled by another soul.

Wu Di's heart sank, and he didn't know if this was Xiao Wu Di's trouble.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Xiaohu, who was beaten to death by Fei Dong, was thrown to the ground like a dead dog.

The two people on Wu Di's side are also tired.

Wu Di's whole body, there is no place that is good, and the place where it should be damaged is damaged, and there is no sloppiness at all.

However, he was still there like a stick, with no expression, no joy or sorrow.

Liao San finally couldn't help it.

He took a step suddenly, raised his arm, and threw a punch at Wu Di's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

On his fists, thick veins burst out, showing a terrifying explosive power.

An aura that belonged only to the strong people of the Great Perfection of Raw Muscles unfolded violently, and the snow on the ground was lifted several meters.

This punch hit the Tianling cover, and Wu Di directly received the lunch.

"It's over, waste wood!" Liao San's eyes showed a fierce light.

However, at the moment when this punch was about to hit Wu Di's skull, a pair of arms, which were also full of green tendons, caught his punch impartially.

Liao San's heart sank suddenly.

No one knows the power of this punch better than himself, and it has used forty percent of the strength of his whole body, and if he is an ordinary Raw Muscle Great Perfection cultivator, he can temporarily avoid the sharp punch.

Who is it?!

Liao San looked down his arm sharply.

Wu Di's face appeared at the end of his arm.

It's just that at this time, the expression on his face is no longer indifferent, but a strange arc hangs on the corner of his mouth.

He's smiling?

With Wu Di's terrifying eyes, such a smile fell into the eyes of everyone, like a ghost's smile, extremely treacherous, making people suddenly feel that the soles of their feet were cold and went directly to the heavenly spirit cover.

Steadily received the next punch, 'Wu Di' did not retreat but advanced, and also punched out towards Liao San.

The fist is concussive.

The surrounding air was directly hit with a sonic boom, like a wolf and a tiger's punch.

Liao San hurriedly resisted with his arm.

Suddenly, his hands felt as if they had been hit by a boulder, and he was extremely numb.

A terrifying force that belonged to the Raw Muscle Realm spread from his hands to his arms, making him grin in pain, and his heart was even more shocked.

"How is that possible!" Liao San's eyes burst out.

"The early stage of the Tendon Realm!"