readx;?“ Damn!"

"Everyone, be careful!"

"This man is powerful, don't be careless. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

A punch attacked, and the eight people in the sky suddenly felt a strong sense of danger in their hearts, and they shouted to remind their companions around them, and at the same time, their whole bodies tensed, and their own strength completely exploded.

"A hundred turns and a thousand back swords!"

"Heaven-shattering Fury Fist!"

"Fierce elephants on the ground!"

After the eight people shouted one after another, in the drumming wind, a powerful aura rose up, and one by one flying swords, one by one, fists, transformed into various swords, demon beasts, and huge fist shadows, and bombarded towards the falling sun with unparalleled power.

There was a loud boom, and the scorching wind and waves blew away in all directions, and all the shops and houses in the city squeaked, as if they had been swept by a monstrous storm, and the sturdy wooden beams could no longer withstand the tremendous force, and they broke one after another.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

In the violent wind and waves, the sound of vomiting blood suddenly sounded, and the expression of Feng Qingyang, who was lying on the ground, was even more unsightly.

One person vomited blood, it may be that the kid was arrogant and was seriously injured, but several people vomited blood, which means that he was not alone, and some of the eight martial artists on the opposite side also vomited blood.

Is that kid already the peak of a martial artist? The peak of a martial artist? It is a height that he may not be able to reach in his life.

The qi wave has not subsided, and the eight martial artists of the Yanwu Academy stationed here have changed their faces one after another.

From their cultivation to the present, the shortest person has also practiced for more than ten years, but they have never seen such a violent and domineering fist technique, as if the sun is hanging high in the sky and then falling suddenly, it is really like the sky is falling apart, and it is not something that human power can resist at all.

The combined efforts of the eight people failed to stop the fall of the sun, if it was a simple person, wouldn't it be stoned, roasted, and burned to death by the sun.

"All of them are martial artists who have turned their skills, and their cultivation has not surpassed the sevenfold realm of martial artists, no wonder they are just deacons. With a bang, the puppet clone stepped into the air and took the initiative to meet the eight people.

With the blow just now, in terms of pure vitality, the eight of them were not as full of vitality as they were, not to mention the spiritual saint exercises such as the Ten Days Crossing the Sky, let alone their garbage exercises such as the Hundred Turns and the Angry Fist.

So under the punch, he didn't do anything at all, and the other party vomited blood one after another. In this way, he was a little more determined about the crazy idea in his heart.

"Danger!"

The eight of them trembled one after another, as if a baby with no power to restrain the power of a chicken was targeted by a fierce tiger, and a danger that was stronger than just now emerged from the bottom of their hearts.

The other party is also a martial artist, and they are also martial artists, why is there such a strong danger, as if they have already lived and died involuntarily. Even if the other party is at the peak of the martial master, so what, they are not elders who have never seen the peak of the martial arts, and it is not that they have never seen their fight, but why is this gap so big.

Bang! Bang!

A loud bang sounded in mid-air again, floating violently, a few swishing sounds sounded in the air, only to see a few figures falling from the sky, like a piece of boulder smashed in the market, some fell directly on the street, some crashed into the shop, and some directly together with the people watching the battle below stacked into Arhat.

"Two punches, two punches to kill eight martial artists?" Feng Qingyang's heart could no longer be described as shocked.

This kind of strength, this kind of combat power, maybe only the high-ranking martial arts sect can do it, killing a martial artist with a wave of his hand, but this kid is obviously just a martial artist. The difference between a martial artist and a martial artist, he can still distinguish this point of vision.

But why? Why did those eight martial artists feel like children who couldn't help but be weak?

"Run, kill someone. ”

"Help, help. ”

"His grandmother's, who is this man, so fierce