"Wave Punch!"

Wuchen punched again, but it still hit Zhang Hu's chest, the force was weaker than the previous punch, and he didn't even make a louder sound. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When everyone saw this, they all wondered what this person meant by coming.

A cold light flashed in Zhang Hu's eyes, he didn't care about the three layers of madness, his strength was weak, and it was not worth making a move.

It doesn't matter if it's a disciple of the Dao Divine Palace or not.

He only knew that this humble insect in front of him made him very unhappy.

The weak will pay the price!

"Die!"

Zhang Hu's right palm slapped forward at will, right in Wuchen's chest.

Click, click, a crunch of bones was heard.

The black dust flew upside down like a broken kite and fell into the jungle thirty feet away, and there was no sound.

Zhang Hu turned around, looked at the two disciples on duty who were still on the ground, and said coldly: "If there is a next time, he will be your example!"

After speaking, Zhang Hu walked towards the door.

The crowd couldn't help but get out of the way, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads.

The mad dog Zhang Hu is too ruthless and too strong, just like a disciple now, he will kill if he says kill.

Zhang Hu walked out a few steps when suddenly a dry voice came from behind.

"Leave before you finish the fight, Zhang Hu, are you afraid?"

Zhang Hu raised his eyebrows and turned around slowly, but saw a figure walking out of the dark jungle, still wearing the mask on his face, and blood flowed out of his neck under the mask.

The palm just now, not to say ten percent, but at least six or seven points of strength.

Zhang Hu is very confident in himself, even if he only has six or seven points of strength, the average martial arts sixfold disciple will be severely disabled if he is not dead.

If the mad martial arts are below the sixfold level, there is no doubt that they will die, and it is not surprising that a disciple of the three layers of the mad martial arts will be turned into minced meat under his palm.

But what is surprising is that this disciple of the Wild Martial Triple not only did not die, but also stood in front of him.

The disciples of the Heaven and Earth Gate who were watching were also full of surprise when they saw this, this was the first time they had seen a person who could stand up after being slapped by Zhang Hu, and he was a person with such inferior cultivation!

"You really want to die, I'll give you a ride. ”

Zhang Hu's face was as heavy as iron, and his body was bowed, and he rushed towards the black dust. His speed didn't seem to be fast, but it seemed to be slow and urgent, and he reached Wuchen in the blink of an eye.

This body kung fu seems ordinary, but it is far more clever than the phantom divine practice.

"Wave Punch!"

Wuchen punched out again, but he didn't hit Zhang Hu, but hit the palm of the opponent's straight shot.

A boundless force came, and Wuchen was still unable to resist it with all his strength.

The arm that punched was easily pushed back by Zhang Hu's palm and hit Wuchen's chest.

"Dead !!"

Zhang Hu shouted, his palm shook slightly, and the power of the vast river and sea poured out.

Wuchen's body flew up again, and people were in the air, even through the mask, they could hear the sound of his blood spitting wildly.

This time it flew more than 50 zhang and fell to the ground, almost twice as many as before.

The triple disciple of the mad martial arts, after receiving ten percent of his own strength, will inevitably have blurred internal organs and flesh and blood.

It's a bit of a waste of effort to kill such an ant with ten percent.

Thinking of this, Zhang Hu glanced disdainfully in the direction where the black dust in the jungle fell, snorted coldly, turned around and walked back.

However, it didn't go far.

"It's really a little weak, and both palms are not good.... Ahem, ahem!"

A weak voice rang out, and before he could finish his words, he coughed violently.

Zhang Hu's feet paused suddenly, how ugly his face was at this time.

A disciple of the Martial Arts, again and again, stood up under his hands.

It's a shame!

This is a provocation!

Looking at Zhang Hu's appearance, the disciples of the Heaven and Earth Sect behind him trembled slightly.

Zhang Hu with such an expression is the most terrifying.

This proves that he is mad and angry!

In the face of such Zhang Hu, even if the other three beasts had an extremely headache, only the three protectors could be sure to defeat Zhang Hu in such a state.

Out of the jungle and onto the clearing.

Even with the fourteenth body formula as a support, Zhang Hu's two palms are still not something that Wuchen can bear.

Bones are shattered, and the chest cavity is concussed.

Wuchen didn't know how much blood he had vomited, and the placket of his chest was stained red with blood.

The bright red 'five' in my brain is jumping and shaking!

The accumulation of the Bloody Hell Burning Secret Red Breath is not as easy as that of the Stone Demon Valley.

With the anger along the way, when he reached the peak of Heaven and Earth Peak and faced Zhang Hu, he only accumulated to the second layer.

Zhang Hu's first palm, the breath of madness became three layers.

In the second palm, the breath of madness has only become a fifth layer with some difficulty, and it is still decaying!

Sharp pain like a crack,

The suffering is boundless.

Stirring martial energy,

Rushing blood,

Let Wuchen's heart be hot like never before.

It is still the breath of the triple peak of mad martial arts.

Not even the air currents of the first omen of the Martial Cyclone did not appear around the body.

The sooner or later the appearance of the martial cyclone is not only related to the strength of the cultivator, but also related to the cultivation method.

However, when a martial arts disciple is in the Martial Realm one, two, or threefold, there is a primordial flow around his body that is equivalent to the Martial Cyclone, which appears as the prototype of the Martial Cyclone.

Obviously, the Blood Hell Burning Technique is different from other exercises in terms of martial cyclone stimulation, and it may not be reflected until the Fourfold Martial Arts, or a higher realm.

"You have successfully angered me, remember to cast a good baby in the next life!"

Zhang Hu's face full of flesh showed a hideous expression that only wild beasts have.

No wonder this man is called one of the four beasts.

Call!

A gust of wind blew, and above Zhang Hu's head, a dog-shaped phantom the size of a calf appeared.

"Tengu Takesang!"

Everyone in the Heaven and Earth Gate gasped.

But when he saw the phantom of the dog, he raised his head to the sky and let out a bark.

At the same time, Zhang Hu shouted angrily!

Ten fingers are as open as claws, dancing in the air!

Dozens of dark red rays of light, like a net, shrouded in the dark dust.

Wuchen was nailed to the ground like a stake, and as soon as the dog-shaped phantom appeared, Wuchen only felt that Mount Tai was pressed on his shoulders, and his feet seemed to be rooted, and it was difficult to move a bit.

This is the suppression of the realm!

It's also the power of that dog-shaped martial artist!

If Wuchen also has a martial arts appearance, and uses the power of the martial arts to rush against each other, he may be able to compete with Zhang Hu on an equal footing.

But at this moment, Wuchen's original strength is inferior, and he has to face the suppression of the military minister and the blow of Zhang Hu himself.

At this time, the disciples of the Heaven and Earth Sect who were watching on the side all shook their heads.

No one could have imagined that to deal with a mad martial arts triple disciple, Zhang Hu even used martial arts.

As soon as the martial arts came out, this mad martial triple disciple couldn't run if he wanted to!

When it was too late, dozens of dark red rays of light were whipped on Wuchen's body like a whip.

Wuchen's whole body is like fish scales, the skin is open, and the blood flows out.

The onlookers closed their eyes a little unbearably.

Obviously, the dark red light emitted by Zhang Hu was enough to easily cut the black dust in half.

But Zhang Hu didn't, it seemed that he wanted to torture the other party to death.

"Kneel, maybe I'll give you a good time!"

Zhang Hu seemed to be a god who controlled life and death, condescending, and said calmly.