"Extreme ......?"

Li Xingxia, who was covered in bruises and like a dead fish, looked up at the mourning who was sitting in the mud and gravel, and the whole person looked very wild and violent.

He felt that martial mourning was an extreme realm.

Because all the attacks of the two of them fell on Wu Mourning's body, almost none of them worked, and not only did they not work, Wu Mourning, who was originally traumatized, simply fought and returned, and in the end, his red face was in excellent condition, not like he had fought to the death.

It's just a hand-to-hand combat with a terrifying recovery speed that is not bad!

It was a nightmare.

A mud truck that can't break the defense, the recovery speed is terrifying, and the power is incomparably powerful, as long as it grabs the opportunity, it will ignore all your means of resistance, that is, it is to drag you to vent the strange power of your body, and forcibly scatter all your body protection true power, gangsha and qi and blood!

What is this monster that is not the Extreme?

"I'm still far from the Extreme, and it's a matter of course that you'll lose to me, because I'm stronger and stronger than you, it's as simple as that." The corners of Wu Mian's mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, if he was in the Extreme Realm, there was no need to be so troublesome to kill these Qizang Nine Folds.

Take the brainless heap route.

The terrible thing about Wu Mourning's true skill system is that after the equivalent change reaches the qualitative change, if he can't fully overwhelm him, it will be easy for him to reduce ten times with one force, and all the means will be blown up!

This is still a confrontation of the same level.

For example, those martial artists who are inferior to martial mourning, not to mention, are basically the kind that are caught and beaten and killed on the spot. In the battle just now, there were a few Faxiang who did not reach the limit of Qizang who tried to fish in troubled waters and sneak attack Wu Mourning to make a great contribution, and the result was that Wu Mourning casually threw a punch out of his hand, sending the air into a sonic boom shockwave, and directly clearing them as trash fish, which was easier than replenishing the cannon car in the game.

Put the common law quite miscellaneous.

Wu Mourning's true skills are indeed terrifying, enough to make the common law minister can't help but start doubting life.

"Captain Wu, you have won, and you have full control over the rest of the matter, I think there are many people outside the island who are waiting for your news." Li Xingxia smiled bitterly, according to the rules of the martial artists of Zhuxia and the rules of the Suwu Hall, it was impossible for him to stop the martial arts.

The strong are respected, and in this era, it is so simple.

"You said you are not very depressed, you have to fight with me for a group of cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods."

"Ahem, that's what you said." Li Xingxia turned over with difficulty, and gestured to Wu Mourning with his eyes, he still carried half of the demon suppression envoy in his hand, and the vitality of the martial artist was used to protect the upper body if it was properly handled.

Noticing Li Xingxia's eye gesture.

Wu Mourning noticed that the dying Demon Suppressor was looking at him pitifully, it was already like this, just let him go, his lower body was shattered!

"Tsk, Captain Li, you're so ruthless." Wu Mian couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, his mouth kept babbling.

"Huh?"

Li Xingxia was puzzled, why was he so ruthless?

Then he understood right away.

"Indeed, you are now more complete, and you are qualified to beg for mercy, and maybe you can surprise me a little, so it is correct to list this Mr. Demon Suppressor as the lucky one."

"Uh-huh......!"

When the demon suppressor who hadn't yet reported his name heard this, the revenant hurriedly struggled hard, signaling that he didn't want to be the damn lucky one at all, and he could still save it. However, the next words couldn't be spoken, because Wu Mourning performed a strong hand splitting his skull for him in Li Xingxia's trembling face, and the head of the demon suppressor was like an unripe watermelon being bombarded, and it was shattered by the terrifying force.

The splash of plasma crackled on the ground and hit Li Xingxia's face, his lips couldn't help twitching twice, and finally accepted the fact that he didn't become one of the two lucky ones very realistically.

Wu someone is a talker.

Two is two, one is no more, and one is not less.

At this moment, Li Xingxia no longer had any other superfluous thoughts in his mind, and he didn't want to go against Wu Xinzhuo in front of him, because this guy in front of him was simply a crazy existence with a normal skin, his nature was the kind of madman who did whatever he wanted, and what was even more terrifying was that this madman had mastered terrifying force.

"As soon as this man dies, someone will cry, and when this man weeps, he will tell the truth. Say, Captain Li, tell me, what's going on with these two mountain gods? ”

Wu Mourning's gaze glanced at the water temple at the foot of the mountain.

The water temple had long since been destroyed in the raging waves of battle, but the entrance to the Dojo of the Gods was still there, above the statue of the god deep in the ruins.

The battle was earth-shattering.

But there was no movement at all in this divine dojo, as if all the people inside were dead. Wu Mian definitely didn't think that the people inside were all dead, at least Ming Yuezi, a disciple of the mysterious Qizang Ninefold Sect, was not so easy to die violently, he should still be hiding inside.

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't know anything?" Li Xingxia squeezed out an ugly smile with difficulty.

"Do you think I'm a fool? Or am I humorous? Wu Mian looked at him calmly.

A simple gaze conveys the pressure of death.

"Captain Wu, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but this land, as far as I know, there really aren't many, and it's the Shangqing faction that really manages this place. They are the ones behind Shuangshan Island, and we have all gained some benefits, turning a blind eye, and I really don't know what other people are doing. ”

Li Xingxia cleaned himself up.

Wu Mian didn't care about his careful thoughts, anyway, he had to take the blame when he lived, and it didn't matter if he was clean or not.

Sect?

The Shangqing faction has another well-known name in the world, Maoshan. In terms of fame, it is on the same level as Heavenly Master Dao and Taiping Dao.

It's no wonder that the red coffin released by Fang Mingyuezi is a spirit puppet such as a zombie ghost king.

Seeing that Wu Mourning has not moved.

Li Xingxia still said everything he knew.

It turns out that these two gods of mountains and rivers are indeed a little strange, and the strange thing about it is not that it has existed for a long time, but that it is not a god. In other words, the Shuangshan Water God is just a camouflage of its skin, and underneath it is another kind of inhuman thing, and the sandbar place turns a blind eye to it, in large part because it hopes to completely transform it through this water god position.

Let him think that he is the real god of water, so as to dissolve the evil thing into the invisible.

Of course, the starting point is good, but when it comes to implementation, the central and local, families and temples have their own careful thoughts, and human nature directly makes Shuangshan Island a paradise where the flowers of sin bloom.

"What the hell is it?"

"It's an immortal."

(End of chapter)