Wang Yiwu strode wildly, resisting the repulsion of Chong Xuansheng's crazy agitation, and his steps became faster and faster.

Bang bang bang!

He stepped on the ground with a dull thud. This shows that in the confrontation with Chong Xuansheng, he can no longer fully control his strength.

He is constantly releasing himself, constantly releasing a stronger self.

In the face of fourteen crazy slashes, he also punched thousands of times.

Blood swirled around his fists, writhing like a spiritual creature.

His steps were resolute and he began to push Fourteen and Chong Xuan Katsu backwards in reverse.

There is no victory without me.

Invincible, selfless.

Wei is like a river and a mountain crack, and the murderous aura is like a tornado.

Selfless Killing Punch!

"Is that all?"

Wang Yiwu's fist "slowed" in the vision, it was not slow, but because the "momentum" of this punch was too clear and profound, and it clearly appeared in front of him, so it made people seem to have the illusion of slowing down.

Lifted high, slammed down!

"You will, Chongxuan Zundu, and stronger!"

Clang!

Fourteen, who was dressed in heavy armor, was blown away with a sword.

Chong Xuansheng rushed forward instead, taking the position of fourteen as soon as possible, resisting Wang Yiwu. His right hand was embarrassed to use, so he raised his left hand, and his fat big hand turned into a knife and slashed him in the chest.

Call!

Everywhere the knife passed, the wind was as terrible as a ghost crying.

The decapitator from the murderous slaughter of Xuan Chuliang!

As if asking Wang Yiwu, this style, can you follow the Xuan?

Under this sword momentum, Wang Yiwu could not move, as if he was suppressed by the samurai in the execution ground, imprisoned by shackles, just waiting for the executioner to cut off his head.

At such a time, there began to be soldiers on his body.

Or for a knife, or for a spear, or for a spear, or for a go.

"Kill!"

It wasn't anyone's roar, but the condensation of the soldiers, the natural roar.

Life and death are commonplace, but are they not only seen on the execution ground?

On the battlefield, thousands of troops rushed to kill, and life and death were instantaneous.

It is to fight the momentum and kill to kill.

Before the "decapitator" that was getting closer and closer, a fist of steel appeared. It is strong, direct, and fearless.

With an iron fist against the palm knife, one touch is divided.

At the most critical moment, Chong Xuansheng withdrew his sword, but his fat body moved like a startled deer, and the whole person bounced up suddenly, avoiding Wang Yiwu's punch.

He is best at the exquisite combination of Taoism, fighting like chess, step by step, trapping his opponent to death without realizing it. However, Wang Yiwu drove the selfless killing fist, and he had already achieved it with his strength, and he was not afraid of simple Dao damage at all.

Wisdom is like a heavy victory, of course, he knows that his past fighting style is difficult to work, and he does not make that useless attempt from the beginning.

At this moment, others are high in the air, their right hand is clenched into a hammer, and their left hand is pressed against their right hand. Manipulating the heavy technique is applied to itself, causing the whole person to fall faster than when it bounced.

Head to hammer!

"You're like a fat flea. Wang Yiwu said coldly.

He raised his right hand high, his five fingers were wide open, and he directly took the hammer of Chong Xuansheng with his palm.

And Chong Xuansheng felt that his hammer, which was as heavy as a mountain, seemed to be smashed into nothingness.

Wang Yiwu's hand that took the hammer obviously appeared there, but it didn't seem to exist.

In this "non-existence", the palm he was holding disappeared, his open five fingers were closed, and his fist appeared again, punching the sky!

The fist slammed into Chong Xuansheng's hammer, against his fat body, and rushed straight up!

The sound was annihilated.

It was found again by the sharp breaking wind.

Fourteen, who had been blasted away before, flew again at this time, grabbed the heavy sword with both hands, and slashed it fearlessly.

Wang Yiwu had to withdraw his fist and fight against the fourteenth.

At this time, Chong Xuansheng was blasted into the air, and his back had already hit the roof, almost touching the limit of the range of the "Silent Beheading Order", and there was no room for maneuver behind him.

But it was also at this time that Wang Yiwu was approached by the Fourteenth.

Chong Xuansheng released the left hand of the hammer in time, but his right hand hung down weakly, and it was completely abolished.

It was his choice to abandon his right hand and retain the integrity of his left hand.

From the beginning of the war to the present, he has been making accurate choices, but the naked difference in strength has still made the battle situation develop step by step to such a situation.

He struck the "border" directly with his elbow, and the marked force of the "silent decapitation order" knocked him back.

So he "fell" again, and his five fingers were clenched.

Invisible and qualitative pressure squeezed Wang Yiwu from all directions, as if he wanted to pinch him alive - this was of course impossible to do.

In fact, Wang Yiwu had fully adapted to the influence of heavy magic directly imposed on him by Chong Xuan Sheng at this time, as he said, the power of heavy arts, Chong Xuan Sheng, Chong Xuan Zun would also, and it was stronger.

He had already faced these tricks.

Therefore, in the face of the grip that broke out after Chongxuansheng's long battle, he only had a pause that could not breathe.

But it was this pause that ushered in the violent outburst of the Fourteenth.

The fourteenth sword style has always been simple and direct, straight to life and death. The same is true of Wang Yiwu's fists. Two people are fighting in one place, strong colliding strong, fierce and fierce.

Wang Yiwu's pause, this opportunity that was not considered a chance was grasped by the black heavy sword.

Fourteen pairs of heavy swords cut into the range of fists, and at this moment, it seemed that endless power penetrated into the heavy sword, and the black heavy sword had even been shattered at this moment! It was only coerced by pure power that it could only collapse if it had to complete its final "mission".

At this moment, Fourteen gave up all his defenses, handed over all his defenses to the negative Yue armor on his body, and penetrated all his strength into this sword.

It is necessary to divide life and death.

This sword is going to be life and death!

It was as if the battle was coming to an end at this moment.

And Wang Yiwu still just clenched his fist.

His gaze was terrifyingly harsh.

Punch out, punch out, punch out, punch out.

At this moment, Wang Yiwu threw two punches.

One punch up, one punch forward.

It's just two simple movements, but they are so fast that they seem to appear at the same time. It was as if there were two fists at the same time, blasting in different directions.

An upward punch burst the air, setting off a huge wave of qi, overturning the heavy Xuansheng in the sky!

And the punch forward, as if traveling through time, crossed space, and hit Fourteen's abdomen, and hit Negative Yue's cold hard armor.

With the contact point of his fist as the center, the entire heavy and mountain-like negative Yue armor, the crack quickly spread like a spider web, and the whole exploded!

And at this time, that heavy sword was just approaching Wang Yiwu's shoulder.

Then, with Fourteen's body blasted away, it was pulled from above the shoulder. Only halfway through, it shattered into countless black iron filings, covering half of Wang Yiwu's shoulders. The rest fluttered and fell to the ground.

Losing the will of Fourteen, the heavy sword collapsed on its own, shattering even more simply than the Negative Yue Armor.

Chong Xuansheng struggled to stabilize his body in the air, and turned back suddenly, only to see that silent, familiar figure flying weakly upside down, and countless pieces of broken armor falling from his body like butterflies.

Reveal that wonderful, helpless body.

His face was pale and his long hair was flying.