Chapter 52: The Power of Immortals

"Bang Bang Bang"

He punched out, a series of explosions above the sky, the powerful fist force tore the old man's fist mark apart, a huge force shook the overflowing energy, Wu Long directly stepped into the fierce vitality storm, across the distance of ten zhang, suddenly appeared on the old man's body, and his right hand grabbed the old man's chest fiercely in his frightened gaze. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Snort"

The powerful fingers grabbed five bright red paw prints from the old man's chest, and if he hadn't retreated quickly, he might have been directly pierced through his chest, but even so, the sharp pain was still constantly hitting his nerves.

"Hiss"

He gasped, the five fingers of his right hand moved, and a wave of mana forcibly sealed the wound, which was only slightly better.

"Lu Xuan, old man, I just said that you can't beat me, so why waste your efforts!" Wu Long stood on Wu Long, his five fingers still stained with blood, and said with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

He's bold, but that's also for his friends. He will never give up on the enemy, this is the truth that his master gave him before he died. And that's what he's always done.

The old man didn't speak, it was useless to say more at the moment, and it was indeed him who fell into disadvantage by fighting hundreds of moves.

"Boom"

It's just that he is not a person who is afraid of death, he raised his fists horizontally in front of his chest, and he killed Wulong.

The void was stepped on by him one after another, and with each step, the momentum around his body rose by one point, and he took nine steps, nine extremes, and when the last step was taken, his momentum reached its peak, and the powerful mana came out of his body, shaking the earth and space with a wave.

"Divine Fist is invincible!"

The old man's face was red, he roared and spit out four words, and the two iron-cast big fists were wrapped around powerful mana, and the terrifying power directly shattered the space around the fist, and the cold fist wind turned into the sharpest blade cutting space.

This punch has reached the limit of the power of the Avatar Cultivator, and it is not terrifying.

Wu Long's expression was solemn, the old man's punch made him smell a hint of death, and the intuition cultivated by the perennial battle had saved him many times, and this time was no exception.

"Roar"

A roar suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, and then a ferocious and tyrannical aura broke through the vitality of the riot, went straight to the sky, stirred the wind and clouds, just like an ancient beast, the muscles on his body bulged, his eyes were red, and the meridians were wrapped around his body like dragons, rolling qi and blood flowed, and he burst out with great power.

"Whew"

Like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, Wu Long shouted angrily, the strength of his whole body was concentrated on his right arm, and it suddenly blasted out, and an invisible fist directly shattered the space on his body, and then hit the old man's iron fist unabated.

In an instant, the space within a radius of ten zhang shattered and collapsed, the spatial cracks wandered in all directions, and the aftermath of the fury swept out in all directions, like a thunderbolt stirring the earth's fire, exploding in an instant, and the vitality of the riot covered both of them.

"Old Black, do you want to help?" said Bai Hu a little worriedly, this powerful shockwave would be injured even if he didn't pay attention to it, and it was foreseeable how tragic the fight between the two would be.

The Black Dragon King's eyes hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head. Masters all have their own arrogance, especially peerless figures like Wulong, who are even more arrogant to the core, if the two of them rashly interfere, they are afraid that it will just add trouble.

"Don't worry, even adults recognize his strength, how can this old man of the Divine Fist Sect help him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the winner was decided.

"Bang", a figure flew out of the Yuan Qi storm upside down, and was caught by the three people of the Qingyun Sect, it was the old man who was undoubtedly it.

It's just that the old man is extremely miserable at the moment, with dense wounds all over his body, his eyes are blank, and his arms are paralyzed and weak, but the bones inside have been shaken into powder, and even if he doesn't die, he will be useless.

"Stomp Pedal Pedal

It was as if stepping on the hearts of the people in the martial arts in Yangzhou, the vitality storm slowly dissipated, and a crisp footstep came out, like a note of life, destroying everyone's hope.

I thought there would be a way to live, but in the end it was a dead end, and this big ups and downs simply made the people on the city walls desperate.

"Tick Tick"

Wu Long walked down from the top of the sky step by step, the flesh and blood of his right arm exploded, and the blood flowed sideways, dripping down along the five fingers drop by drop, the tyrannical aura around his body still dissipated, and the rolling murderous aura was even stronger by three points, and his eyes were like a clear spring, without ripples.

"Haha, brothers, next step on Jinyang, the people in the martial arts in the city, if you resist, you will not be forgiven!" The white tiger waist knife was held high, and tens of thousands of hunters behind him quickly drew out the bloodthirsty long knife on their waists, just waiting for an order, they were going to charge, kill people and capture the city.

Jinyang City has become a big meal in their mouths, they can eat as much as they want, how can a group of people who have lost their fighting spirit be able to resist the army of the Six Gates.

Hai Wuying leaned against the city tower, sat cross-legged, looked at the army that was about to start attacking the city, hesitated for a moment in his eyes, and finally took out a one-foot-long circle from his arms.

This was what he had prepared for Han Li, but he didn't think about it, Han Li didn't come, but now he had to use it on his men.

"Well, I hope it works!" he said to himself, pulling the rope away.

"Smack"

A brilliant firework suddenly exploded in the air, and a rainbow of light shone brightly. The three White Tigers instinctively felt that something was wrong, so they had to attack the city immediately, so as not to cause trouble.

Before he could wave the flag, a monstrous momentum rose from Jinyang City, which was extremely domineering. Soaring into the sky, the clouds cracked, and a hurricane erupted out of thin air, as if some terrifying monster was about to descend.

Who is this, it is actually so powerful just by momentum, it is far from being able to do it by manpower.

"Scattered immortals!" the three of them looked at each other in unison, and they already had a guess in their hearts.

From a distance, a golden rainbow rose from the Falling Water Villa, and in a few breaths, it spanned thousands of zhang and came to the sky above the city tower. The golden light dissipated, a burly middle-aged man stood out of thin air, he was wearing a golden robe, extraordinarily luxurious, the mana surging around his body, the powerful momentum was overwhelming, and a pair of golden eyes swept through the army of the six gates and Yangzhou martial arts without the slightest emotion, as if he was a god who did not eat the fireworks of the world. Only when his eyes saw the seriously injured and scrapped old man is, did a trace of ripple appear on his face.

"Who hurt him?" his indifferent voice echoed in the heavens and the earth, and everyone didn't even dare to let out the atmosphere, for fear of angering him.

In the end, it was the people of the Qingyun Sect who stood up hard: "My lord, he was injured by the people of the six doors!"

"Brush Brush Brush"

Everyone's eyes focused on the three of Wu Long, and the middle-aged man's gaze turned around.

"Boom"

In an instant, it seemed that the entire heaven and earth were pressed on the three of them, and the terrifying oppression made them breathless, and the White Tiger and the Black Dragon King looked terrified.

"Is this the power of immortals?"

In the next second, something even more terrifying happened, the terrifying momentum spread out, enveloping the army of six doors and then inside, and the surging murderous aura was directly dispersed.

"Poof"

"Poof"

"Poof"

One after another, there were congenital head catchers who vomited blood and fell to the ground, unable to withstand this oppression and passed out.

"Scattered immortals, actually attacking a group of innate martial artists, it's really shameless!" Wu Long was under the most pressure, but he still gritted his teeth and stood proudly, and even opened his mouth to mock.

"Hmph, in the eyes of this seat, they are all ants!"

In the void, an inexplicable force pressed towards the martial dragon.

"Bang" He knelt directly on one foot, and supported it with both hands so that he didn't fall down.

"Kill if you want to, why do you have to do this!"