Heavy Water Shield, Heavy Stone Wall......

Chong Xuansheng's fat hand flicked continuously, and the defensive Dao techniques superimposed by heavy techniques blocked the way.

"Do I have any qualifications, Chong Xuanzun is not the head of the family yet, he said it doesn't count. You said it, and it doesn't count!"

At the moment of life and death, he has no reservations.

His Taoism is complicated, but it is cleverly laid out.

"Someone is competing with him for the position of head of the family, and he himself is not as excited as you. Brother Yiwu, what's the matter with you......?

Chong Xuansheng's mouth kept flying, and his hands were flying.

"Yo! angry?

"What are you afraid of others knowing?"

Chong Xuansheng was extremely flexible, and said as he retreated: "Anyway, when you walk out of here, no one remembers what happened here." ”

Punch to, heavy water shield shattered.

The fist fell, and the stone wall of heavy magic broke.

All the defensive Dao techniques could not stop Wang Yiwu from moving forward.

"You can't get out!"

He was already in the wrath of renunciation.

Dragons have reverse scales, and if they touch them, they will die.

He clearly knew that this was Chong Xuansheng's means to deliberately provoke him.

But he didn't want to endure it anymore.

In the outside world, in the army, on the battlefield, and in the capital, he has not seen such methods.

With his strength, there was obviously no need to endure it, but he still endured it.

Because sometimes the power of the world can't even stop the fist.

He endured it every time.

But he didn't want to put up with it anymore.

In this secret realm of heaven, where the secular rules can't bind him, he Wang Yiwu doesn't want to endure it anymore!

He is so strong, why should he endure it any longer?

"Aren't you trying to provoke me?"

"I'm as you wish!"

The fist moves, and the wind rises.

Wang Yiwu fell like a high mountain, and there was nothing to stop him.

This punch had shattered all defensive Dao techniques in an instant, and a punch hit Chong Xuansheng's face.

The clear sound of bone cracking was so violent.

His huge body was blasted away, almost blasted out of the stone platform, and was dragged back by Jiang Wang.

"You've me off!" Wang Yiwu could have punched Chong Xuansheng, but he didn't.

Instead, he blasted the fat man away first, and then strode to catch up again: "But my anger, can you catch it?!"

Jiang Wang put down Chong Xuansheng and turned to face Wang Yiwu.

This is Wang Yiwu, who is one against five and almost blasts his opponent one by one.

This is Wang Yiwu, who was praised by Jiang Mengxiong as the strongest Heavenly Realm in the world.

And Jiang Wang stood in front of Chong Xuansheng and faced this person.

Just because he said it. "Don't worry. ”

From the country of clouds to the country of Qi, the mountains and rivers are far away.

This way to dine and sleep in the open, chasing the stars and catching the moon.

He didn't slack off for a moment.

Because as soon as he stopped, the tragic image of Maple Grove City would repeat itself in his mind over and over again.

It was the place where he was born and raised, where he cried and laughed.

All the people are dead, and the living must carry something.

He can't leave this responsibility to Jiang An'an, he is his brother, and he can only carry it himself.

Along the way, he improved his Dao skills, but he never really drew his sword.

Even he didn't know how strong this sword would be when it was unsheathed.

I have a sword that travels thousands of miles.

Coming from the distant Zhuangguo Maple Forest City, trekking all the way to the Qi realm.

The wind, frost, rain and dew along the way are all in it.

Are you ready...... Look at the sword?

Before this sword came out, Wang Yiwu's eyes had already become solemn.

He wasn't going to beat Chong Xuansheng to death all at once, but at this time, he had to burst out with all his strength.

The wind howled.

Wang Yiwu was still moving forward under his feet, and Jiang Wang was still standing still pressing his sword.

A white-haired boy with an eagle-eyed soldier.

The sword that has not been released, and the punch that has been made.

At this time, it is five against one.

Those who still have combat strength will certainly not sit idly by and watch them decide the winner first.

Li Longchuan's two arrows were useless, vomiting blood and retreating, but his feet were still steady and his hands were still steady.

He pulled down the forehead strap and covered his eyes directly.

The eyes do not come, but the heart comes first.

The arrow has not arrived, but the intention has arrived.

The heart is in the present, and the intention is the arrow first.

This is the arrow of the will.

As soon as his mind moved, the arrow was already in front of Wang Yiwu.

The arrow roared and swirled like a storm with a dark core.

When it starts, it is not sharp, and when it falls, the ground has cracked and landslided!

Clang!!!

Wang Yiwu smashed his fist on the tip of the arrow, letting out a roar of agitation.

And at this moment, Jiang looked out his sword.

The brilliance of this sword, which has traveled thousands of miles, is indescribable.

He has combined all of Jiang Wang's perception and devotion to the way of the sword so far, and it is this sword that has truly been conceived from the depths of his soul.

Words are hard to describe, pictures are hard to describe.

If you've ever seen the sun and the moon in the sky,

If you've ever seen a sky full of stars.

Then you've seen this sword.

This is a sword that runs through the sun, moon and stars!

It caught up with Wang Yiwu's selfless killing fist.

Voice, as if there was no sound.

Light and shadow, as if all still.

The tip of Jiang Wang's sword was frozen in Wang Yiwu's fist.

Suddenly.

On Wang Yiwu's seemingly indestructible fist, a drop of blood dripped down.

The drop of blood seemed to break the coagulation.

Suddenly, the wind rose, and the sea of clouds outside the stone platform surged!

Wang Yiwu took two steps back, and his right arm also hung down.

It was the first time since the war that he had been wounded in the true sense of the word.

It was also the first time it was repulsed in the true sense of the word.

And in Jiang Wang's hand, the entire long sword shattered at once.

Not even the shards existed, shattered into metal dust, scattered like dust.

It's a pity. Jiang Wang thought to himself.

If there is a good sword, this sword may be able to really abolish Wang Yiwu's hand.

He fell backwards violently, right on Chong Xuansheng, who was able to climb up.

"It's not over yet!"

Xu Xiangqian, who had been brewing for a long time, waited for an opportunity to move, bit the tip of his left finger, and shouted: "Death!"

was blocked one after another, and even Wang Yiwu had to put away his contempt at this time.

Turning his head suddenly, his left arm raised, his fist raised like a hammer, ready to attack with an attack.

At that moment, a line of blood appeared, quickly swimming around his feet.

Immediately, Wang Yiwu only felt that his anger, war intent, and killing intent were all provoked, and they were essentially extracted, entangled with Xu Xiangqian's blood.

A layer of blood-colored light cocoons flashed away, and words swam on it, enveloping Wang Yiwu in the middle.

Use blood as silk and make a cocoon to bind yourself!

"Let's go!" Xu Xiangqian shouted and took the lead in rushing towards the Tower of Babel.

He made a gesture, just to lure Wang Yiwu into being fooled.

He did not want to kill the enemy, but to trap him.

As long as they escape from the secret realm of Tianfu, they will win.

At this moment, Zhang Yong, who had been lying on the ground for a long time, turned over and jumped up!

It turned out that he had not lost the power to act, and there was a high probability that he was waiting for the opportunity to sneak attack. His eyes were still closed, but it didn't stop him from finding his way. Immediately after Xu Xiangqian, he fled to the Tower of Babel.

Chong Xuansheng even carried Jiang Wang, ran faster than Zhang Yongdu, and slipped into the Tower of Babel as soon as he slipped through the smoke.

Li Longchuan was defeated by the arrow of will, but he was in a trance, and he was stunned, and everyone else had escaped. He was not reckless, and followed the crowd into the Tower of Babel.

In that blood-colored cocoon of light.

Wang Yiwu threw a punch in anger, but he was no longer at his peak. And the looming light shield is surprisingly strong, though it can't hurt anyone.

Because this is a cocoon formed by the entanglement of his own anger, war intent, and killing intent, which is equivalent to him restraining himself.

Bang, bang, bang!

Four punches in a row, and the improvised cage was broken.

But at this time, outside the Tower of Babel, there was only one left, Wang Yiwu.

In particular, Chong Xuansheng's escape undoubtedly announced the failure of his trip.

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PS: There is a change at 0:00 tonight. It is the small padded jacket of the alliance leader Ah Shen.