"Fists to the flesh, only rely on physique and strength, I see how you imitate it!" Mu Cangtian suddenly stepped on his feet and rushed towards Fu Zimao, at this time his physique was not inferior to the mountain!

Shen Wudao, who was slapped in the face by Fu Zimao several times, also had a gloomy face, and directly condensed seven silver spears to attack Fu Zimao, and he also used all his strength to kill Fu Zimao. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fu Zimao held a silver spear, stood in the wind, not afraid at all, and also attacked closely. At their level, they have returned to their roots, and it seems that every punch and shot is hand-to-hand combat is very ordinary, but this simple move contains countless mysteries.

The paintings of mountains and rivers shown by Fu Zimao kept crumbling, Shen Wudao shattered more than thirty silver spears, and the bodies of Mu Cangtian's princes also showed scars.

At the same time, the battle of the mountains, the sword marks, and the cold mountains and the sky also entered the white heat. The mountain, which is known as King Kong's incorruptible body, has all broken the armor on his body, and every time he fights with Hanshankong, the two of them will retreat from each other. Han Shankong didn't use strange tricks to deal with Dashan, since the other party was good at breaking ten with one force, he wanted to suppress him with more powerful force, this is Hanshankong's character.

The sword mark was already pale, he and the mountain attacked the cold mountain sky, every time they collided, the aura in his body was turbulent, and the strength of the other party was too strong!

The Star Picking Sword Pavilion was already in a mess, even the Star Picking Tower was half destroyed, and the six people fought from the west to the east, from the ground to the sky, and they were already crazy.

After thousands of rounds, the two sides are still deadlocked, but obviously, Fu Zimao and Hanshan Kong are getting braver and braver.

Shen Wudao saw that he couldn't take Fu Zimao, he was anxious, and shouted: "Snake Ji, use the human voice quickly!"

The gods of the ten directions are famous and shocking, and naturally no one wants to be defeated here. Snake Ji turned her heart sideways, picked up half of the jade flute on the ground, and hurriedly said: "The fat ghost pig passes on my internal strength to help me do my work." "The jade flute is damaged, she is also injured, and someone must help to make a human voice again.

The fat ghost pig looks ugly, but it's not stupid, and nods at the moment.

Fu Zimao stood alone and whispered: "Danqing Yifa, stand alone." When Xiao Yin struck again, he used the second talent of Danqing Yifa, the Danqing Yifa alone. This "solitude" can make Fu Zimao's state of mind reach a state of detachment.

At this time, Fu Zimao is like a saint, not happy with things, not sad with himself, the whole person's behavior goes with the flow, and his perception and action ability have climbed to a new height!

In an instant, a palm slapped on Mu Cangtian's chest, and Mu Cangtian, who was in the body of the princes, was beaten out of a hundred zhang!

But on the other side, when the sound of the flute that affected his mind reached Han Shankong's ears, his body suddenly froze, and the mountain and the sword mark instantly erupted into the most powerful blow.

This time, Hanshan Kong did not dodge the past, and in the scorching battle, a second of distraction was fatal. Han Shankong coughed violently and retreated dozens of feet, kneeling on the ground.

Mu Cangtian, who had only been able to stop his figure after sliding for a hundred feet, was furious, and the palm print on his chest had not disappeared, this was a great shame! Mu Cangtian roared: "Shen Wudao will go and kill the injured one first, we are joining forces to deal with Fu Zimao!"

Shen Wudao heard this and immediately rushed towards the cold mountain sky, this was the only way, he and Mu Cangtian could no longer defeat Fu Zimao!

Hanshankong, who had been seriously wounded, was suddenly attacked by the enemy in front and back.

"I'm not going to let you pass. Mu Cang Angel went all out to fight Fu Zimao in close quarters, not wanting him to help Hanshan Kong.

Hanshankong couldn't hold out for long, and Fu Zimao went to the rescue despite the flaws in his back.

"Look for death!" Mu Cangtian saw that the opportunity had come, and slammed his palm on Fu Zimao's back with all his might.

"Hmph!" Fu Zimaosheng was so hard that he slapped Mu Cangtian, and snorted in pain, not only did not stop, but instead rushed to the side of the cold mountain sky faster with his strength.

Fu Zimao resolutely pointed at two fingers, and the invisible sword intent stabbed out, Shen Wudao and the sword traces had to be avoided, but Dashan relied on his beast-like sense of smell to take advantage of this gap and crashed into Fu Zimao.

Fu Zimao hurriedly unfolded a mountain and river map, and the mountain beast that was blocked by the mountain and river map roared, and after the body was blocked for a while, he directly smashed the mountain and river map, and hit Fu Zimao hard.

With Mu Cangtian in front of him and behind him violently by the mountain, Fu Zimao directly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his body shot out, shattering the wall of the Star Picking Pavilion and being directly buried by rubble.

There was an instant silence on the field, and then Shen Wudao laughed happily, "Dashan did a good job, this time if you don't die, it's useless!"

Seeing this, Han Shankong's eyes were red, and he roared angrily, and slammed his fist into the mountain, his fist was as red as blood, who was he Han Shankong? How could he accept Fu Zimao's death because of him? The anger generated by arrogance, the fist gang inspired by anger, slammed into the mountain with unparalleled might. At this moment, Hanshan Kong seemed to have comprehended the true meaning of "Wushuang".

Dashan protected his chest with both hands to block, and the moment the two touched, the blood-colored fist directly tore apart Dashan's arm, accompanied by scattered blood, Dashan's huge body was blasted out like a ball, and after landing, the whole person rolled like a ball for dozens of feet before stopping. The whole person never moved again, and I didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

The remaining five Ten Directions Divine Generals were directly stupid, they knew that no one could stop the punch just now, and whoever blocked it would die!

After the punch, Han Shankong knelt on the ground and gasped for breath. The punch unleashed his rage, but it also drained all his strength.

Mu Cangtian and the others also saw that the cold mountain sky was already at the end of the strong crossbow, and they breathed a sigh of relief. However, they were not happy, but more angry, how high they would be in the Ten Directions, but today these two people hit their self-esteem hard!

"Go die!" Mu Cangtian, Shen Wudao, and the sword marks shouted almost at the same time, and at the same time made a move towards the cold mountain sky!

But at this moment, in the ruined Star-Picking Tower, a white shadow flew out again, and two black and white torrents attacked to resist the fatal blow of Mu Cangtian and the others!

"How can you still stand up!" Everyone couldn't believe that Fu Zimao could still get up!

Fu Zimao fell to Hanshankong's side, swaying in the blood-stained white wind, his face was as white as a piece of white paper, but his temperament was still dusty.

Fu Zimao whispered: "Brother Han, today I will be when Fu Zimao owes you a favor, you leave first, how about these people handed over to me?"

Han Shankong looked up at Fu Zimao, didn't say anything, stood up and turned around and left.

The two of them, although one is an elegant scholar and the other is a heroic rough man, one thing is the same, that is, both of them are people who do not want to owe others. Today, Fu Zimao's words have already said this---- he Fu Zimao owes Hanshankong a love! He Hanshankong will not twist and pinch blind hypocrisy, just go!

The two of them are true friends, true gentlemen, and everything is in plain sight. It's just that Han Shankong said in his heart: "Don't die, Fu Zimao!"

"It's not so easy to leave!" Shen Wudao's expression was almost distorted, he felt Fu Zimao's contempt, and he didn't pay attention to them at all.

A silver spear shot out, incredibly fast, faster than the previous moment, piercing the cold mountain sky.

"Danqing Yifa, you and others are all people in the painting. Fu Zimao said a word, and the silver spear that shot instantly stopped, turned around and stabbed at Shen Wudao!

The sudden change couldn't be reacted at all, and the silver spear directly pierced Shen Wudao's left shoulder and nailed him to the ground.

Shen Wudao screamed in pain, and the pain made him unable to move.

"How is this possible!How did you do it!" Mu Cangtian asked in horror, what kind of means is this, the moment the silver spear shot at Shen Wudao just now, it was not that they didn't want to help, but at that moment they seemed to be frozen and couldn't move at all! Just like Fu Zimao said, they were like the people in the other party's paintings, at his mercy!

"Life and death are dying, and there is an epiphany. Fu Zimao said lightly and looked calmly into the distance, the Ten Directions Divine General could no longer be his opponent, and he let Han Shankong leave because he felt a person he was not sure to deal with. He was only half-stepping into the gods now, and that person's cultivation was higher than him, and he had already locked him, and he knew that he couldn't escape.

A woman dressed in blood-red clothes fell to the ground gently, and Mu Cangtian and the others immediately knelt down in fear when they saw it, and their voices trembled: "Martial God...... Forgiveness~. ”