Chapter 569, Don't talk about friendship!

One punch!

With just one punch, a master beside Wu Split was blown away without a trace, and this strength was enough to impress everyone present. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He still had some reservations when he competed with Tu Xin just now, and the fight between the two had no result, and he was forcibly stopped by Wen Xiaoweak.

Now seeing the black-robed young man knocking out the extraordinary fast sword Wang Lei with one punch, it naturally makes people have a new understanding of him.

Tu Xin finally stopped flipping through the book, his gaze swept to the black-robed young man's hand, and finally landed on his calm and calm face, his eyes were extremely strange.

He knew that he had been too careless just now. If it weren't for Wen Weak's timely action to block that blow for himself, I am afraid that he would really have to suffer a big loss in front of this seemingly weak guy.

Qin Han was also surprised, stared at the black-robed young man with wide eyes, and muttered, "There is such strength." ”

Wen was only shocked for a short time, then he giggled, reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the black-robed young man, and said with a soft face: "Soma Gongzi is really powerful, so that the weak and weak will melt in their hearts." ”

The black-robed young man raised his arm, trying to pull his sleeve out of Wen's weak hand, but he tried several times, but it was unsuccessful.

Wen weakly blinked his innocent big eyes and looked at the black-robed young man pitifully, and said loudly: "Does Young Master Yan Ma hate weakness so much? Didn't you just say that you would go to Kunlun to find the Divine Palace together? ”

"Miss Wen, please respect yourself."

"Why don't I have self-respect?" Wen said weakly with an aggrieved face: "The slave family just likes it, so they can't help but want to get closer." It's not that he has any skin-to-skin relationship with Soma Childe, why is Soma Childe so weak and accused of being weak? ”

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Wu Split looked up at the sky, and after waiting for a while, he still didn't see the trend of his auxiliary fast sword Wang Lei falling from that hole. It seems that there is a lot of bad luck.

His eyes stared at the black-robed young man fiercely, sneered, and said: "No wonder you dare to do such an arrogant thing, your feelings are self-assured that you have some strength-------- since you don't show affection, you will hurt my general." Today, I don't need to talk to you about family and country friendship. ”

"To be honest, our generation should do our duty. Where is arrogance? ”

"The people of the West Wind Yan clan are not using the Yan family's Flame Fist------- are you really Yan Xiangma?"

"I'll have a lot of stuff. Why do you need a knife to kill a chicken? ”

"That's very good." Wu Li's eyes shrank, and his body suddenly rushed out and rushed towards Li Muyang in front of him.

Cha--------

The Xuantie Sword in his hand turned into a black torrent and slashed towards the top of the black-robed boy's head.

The same move used by the fast sword Wang Lei just now.

Military split-hanging!

This is a move that senior generals in the army must practice every day, and it is also the most suitable move for immediate slashing.

Simple, sharp, and domineering.

High lethality.

Unlike the fast sword Wang Lei, the speed of the martial crack is faster.

Countless phantoms appeared in the air, and when you saw him just leap up, the blade of the long sword had already reached the top of his head.

The strength of the long sword is even more ferocious.

As soon as the sword went down, there was a black curtain around the blade, like a black veil.

That sword qi had already condensed into substance, completely enveloping the black-robed young man.

The strong wind was howling, and the dishes and chopsticks on the table were flying and thumping.

The black-robed young man's eyes were slightly cold, and he could clearly feel the pressure brought by this sword.

Moreover, there was a taste of blood in that sword qi. It proves that Wu Ri has killed a lot of people with this sword, and when the blade has been soaked in blood for a long time, the smell of blood has entered the sword smell.

Murder is wild, and there is such a peculiar smell.

It seems that the general Wu Split personally went into battle to kill the enemy, unlike other princes and princes who shouted a few times in the rear and then took away the biggest part of the battle.

The black-robed boy moved.

The fist hidden in the sleeve smashed through again.

This time, his white, slender and powerful fingers had turned red, and around his fist, a raging flame burned.

Flaming Fist!

Zephyr Yan's "Flame Fist"!

Unlike the real Flame Fist, the flame of the Yan family's "Flame Fist" is burning outside, while the "Flame Fist" used by the black-robed boy is on fire inside.

That is to say, take the flesh and blood as the fire, and then exert force outside, condensing into an open flame.

Rumble-------

The red flames crashed into the black sword qi curtain, and a hissing sound was heard, and it was two powerful forces colliding and devouring each other.

Click-------

The Xuantie sword in Wu Split's hand was broken into two.

The black energy instantly exploded in all directions, and the red flame rushed forward rapidly, and the momentum slammed into Wu Ri's chest fiercely.

"Uh-huh--------"

Wu Crack snorted, and his body quickly retreated backwards.

The two assistants jumped up at the same time, one left and one right, in the middle, using their bodies to protect him from crashing into the stone wall of the inn.

Bang!

It was the sound of the two assistants' spines touching the stone wall.

The two auxiliary generals spat blood from their mouths, and their bodies slid down the stone wall, forcing them to fall to the ground.

"Poof---------"

Wu Crack's throat spat out, and blood spurted out of his mouth at the same time.

"General." A group of people gathered around and looked at Wu Li with worried faces.

The only middle-aged man in the scene, wearing a scribe's robe and holding an origami fan, quickly stepped forward and reached out against Wu Li's back to push the palace to replenish his true yuan.

After a few breaths, Wu Li's face finally softened.

Wu Split stared at the black-robed young man with fierce eyes, and said in a vicious voice: "What a Yan Xiangma." The Yan family's Flame Fist really lives up to its reputation, but have you overlooked one thing? ”

"What did you overlook?" The black-robed young man asked calmly. One punch knocked away the fast sword Wang Lei, and another punch seriously injured Wu Crack, who was born in the Great Martial Imperial Family, if it weren't for someone behind him to take care of him, I am afraid that he might not be able to get up now. However, it was as if he had done a trivial matter, and there was no appearance of arrogance and triumph of a young man.

"Maybe it's just a small scene for him." Wen weakly looked at the expression of the black-robed young man, and thought to himself.

"This is Dawu." Wu Split took the silk scarf handed over by the middle-aged scribe and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "If you hurt me, you don't want to get out alive."

"I came here with a hard time, and I won't get out easily."

"It's funny." Wu Crack opened his mouth to laugh, but it involved the injury of his internal organs, and he exhaled in pain. The fist fire of the "Flame Fist" just now hit him in the chest, and then he absorbed it. Now that ball of fire is turning over the river and the sea in his chest, although there is the massage and suppression of the wise scholar Zhang Lingyun, it still remains in it, and it cannot be forced out in a while.

Wu Split wiped the silk handkerchief at the corner of his mouth and loosened it, and the white satin was blown away by the cool breeze and floated outside.

"Kill him." Wu Split shouted coldly.

"Yes."

More than a dozen auxiliary generals drew their swords at the same time and rushed towards the black-robed young man in an uproar.

Wu Li himself was not reconciled, ignoring the obstruction of the wise scholar Zhang Lingyun, and rushed towards the black-robed young man again.

This time, he's bound to make him pay a heavy price.

Sou--------

The green satin fluttered, like a long green snake hovering over the inn hall.

With a weak hand, the long green snake rushed towards several generals.

The generals had no choice but to change direction, their swords cutting through the green satin.

They knew that if they wanted to kill the black-robed boy, they could only kill this woman who was in the way first.

"What's the matter? Want to bully more and less? We Jianghu people can't do such shameless things. "Wen was weak on his toes, and his body flew away, flying like a butterfly through the sword momentum of several generals." Third brother, nerd, you guys help out---------"

The nerd Tu Xin saw that Wen was weak and fighting with people, shook his head slightly, reached into his arms again and took out the Jianshu, stroked the Jianshu with his palm, and shouted: "Chop." ”

The word 'chop' floated out, and then turned into a black broadsword.

Tu Xin stretched out his hand and waved, and the big knife slashed at the two martial generals who took the initiative to rush over like a living thing.

"Be careful, I'll help you."

Qin Han shouted angrily, stretched out his hand, and the giant sword behind him automatically came out of its sheath.

He grabbed the hilt of the huge beast head sword, and slashed at the generals who were besieging Wen Weak with a giant sword of more than ten feet.

With three members of the dragon slaying team joining, the pressure on the black-robed young man suddenly decreased.

He raised his eyes to look at the Wu Crack who had attacked one after the other and the middle-aged scribe who was standing next to him without saying a word but rushed over to massage Wu Crack at the critical moment, his eyes were filled with blood mist.

The black-robed young man took the initiative to attack this time.

His body bounced up like a large stream of magma ejected by a volcano.

His hands clenched into fists, and then one punch was aimed at Wu Split, and the other punch slammed into the middle-aged scribe.

The punch that attacked Wu Ri was white, and it was majestic, like a lightning bolt.

The punch that attacked the middle-aged scribe was black, weird and domineering, like a black ghost fire.

"Look for death." Wu Crack strengthened again, and the palm shadows that split out became more and more dense.

"Arrogance." The middle-aged scribe was obviously enraged by the black-robed young man's one-enemy posture, and the folding fan in his hand was like a white giant blade, slamming it towards his head fiercely.

The black-robed young man was not afraid, his eyes were cold, and the punch he swung out did not speed up, let alone strengthen.

He was extremely confident in his two punches.

Bang--------

The middle-aged scribe was knocked out by the blow of "Flame Splitting Fist".

The origami fan in his hand made a slight contact with the black ghost fire, and it was instantly burned to ashes.

At the same time, the white robe on his body also burned, and at the same time turned into dust and smoke.

When his body slammed into the beam, his body had been burned to black coal.

Wu Split's situation was not easy either, as soon as his "God Destroying Palm" and the white lightning came into contact, they encountered a tough blow.

"Poof---------"

There was a sharp pain in his chest, and then his body flew upside down again.

The body of the black-robed young man stood in the sky, and the palm that was as white as jade stretched out from the black robe again.

He made a slight move at the body that Wu Split flew out, and the body of Wu Split flew in the opposite direction, and once again flew in the direction of the black-robed young man.

Syllable--------

The black-robed young man's palm was clenched, and he happened to hold Wu Li's neck in the palm of his hand.

Wu Crack's face was like ashes, his face was full of horror, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Don't kill me, don't kill me------ Yan Xiangma, Dawu and Xifeng are friends, I am the fourth son of Hou Wuzhao, the king of Dawu, my father's rights are greater than the rights of King Dawu, Dawu Kingdom is completely ruled by my father alone, our Wuyan family can't say that they are still quite related-------- Yan Xiangma, don't kill me, I am willing to promise you any conditions---------"

"You just said, don't talk about family and country friendship." The black-robed young man said. His fingers pressed slightly, and a black fire burned between his fingers.

In an instant, Wu Split's body was ignited.

First the hair, then the clothes and armor, then the skin on the face, then the flesh on the body.

Every part of the body was burning, releasing black flames.

When the black-robed young man stretched out his fingers, Wu Li's body fell to the ground.

Click---------

It was like a piece of humanoid coke, falling to the ground and falling to pieces.