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"Dragon catcher, I remember that this peerless discipline is unique to Zhenlong Temple?"

The expectation in Shen Quan's eyes has completely faded, and there is not even half a point left.

- Since it is the power of capturing the dragon, he is not surprised that no matter what kind of powerful skill Zhuang Wudao will receive after that.

At this time, I just want to figure out, how can Zhuang Wudao's pseudo-occult art be the strength of the dragon?

The dragon capture strength comes from the dragon hand, which is the inheritance of Buddhism, and is the Zhenzong practice of the Zhenlong Temple of the Northwest Dapai. After a heavy sky, you can have the power to capture the dragon and the tiger,

It is a martial art that all those who specialize in spiritual arts, bow arts, and spiritual weapons in the world are afraid of when they see it. At its peak, it is said that it can capture people thousands of miles away and bombard them in front of their eyes. It can also take the magic weapon of the spirit weapon and forcibly snatch it. Cultivating both inside and outside is the true supreme exercise! But all those who can achieve it are the most supreme people in the world.

"It's not a dragon catcher, it's a dragon and a tiger!"

Gu Yueming's eyes shook his head slightly, he had already understood a little, and he probably knew the reason.

The so-called dragon and tiger fist method is originally made by the predecessors imitating the dragon hand and fusing the tiger-shaped fist.

However, Zhuang Wudao elaborated from this and realized the power of this dragon, which was really surprising. Since then, the Qi cultivators in the world are afraid that no one will be able to calmly perform spiritual magic in front of this Zhuang Wudao.

"Descend the dragon and subdue the tiger?"

Shen Quan frowned, still puzzled: "There are many people in this world who practice this set of dragon and tiger subjugation fist techniques, and there are also many people who have condensed the supernatural powers of occult arts. I've never heard of anyone who has practiced this dragon grabbing strength. ”

"This is not the real power of dragon capture, you have forgotten that this Zhuang Wudao, there is also a Bull Demon Yuan Overlord of the First Heaven Realm? If you only talk about the power of receiving, maybe you can even better than the real dragon snatcher. It can be integrated and combined, and it is not confined to the box-"

Gu Yueming stopped again halfway through his words. Once again, his eyes were drawn to the situation a mile away.

Mr. Namo was taken to the fire cloud, but he did not sit still. Instead, he bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The struggle of death will forcibly break free from the strength of his left and right hands. Holding the seal in both hands, he roared violently.

Immediately, tens of thousands of fire butterflies flew up one after another, swarming forward. Towards Zhuang Wudao in the fire cloud, converge and go.

At this moment, a wind whistle also suddenly sounded. Like a dragon's roar, like a tiger's roar,

Mr. Mo Da's eyes widened, and then he saw a pair of iron fists, piercing out fiercely from within the fire cloud.

The momentum is like a dragon soaring in the sky, and the tiger pounces on food. shattered those fire butterflies one after another, and then slammed them directly into his chest.

Mr. Mo Da only felt a shock all over his body, from his chest to the ends of his hands and feet, he was trembling, and then the whole person lost his strength, and his body fell down suddenly. The thoughts in my mind gradually faded, and my eyes turned black for a while.

There is only one consciousness left, could it be that he is Mo Yunmad, Mr. Mo Da, who is famous in Beicheng, is dead?

And at this time, within the entire twenty-zhang radius, all the rotten bricks and tiles, all the blades, iron armor and corpses, were all shocked into powder by the surging strength at this moment!

But only this Mr. Mo Da is the only one, and he is as complete as ever, without any difference.

However, at this time, everyone present clearly understood. The one lying on the ground, I was afraid that the flesh and bones in the skin had been completely shaken to shreds by Zhuang Wudao's fist! It was also possible to turn into minced meat.

Nearly thirty bulls burst out of the dark energy, how could this one really be safe and sound?

At this time, Zhuang Wudao also walked out of the fire cloud unharmed. Without the control of this great man, those crimson fire butterflies are just ordinary flames. The rootless Ping can be easily dispersed.

At this time, what he cared about the most was Na Yusan, who was also a well-informed figure, and as early as when Zhuang Wudao opened the pseudo-spiritual aperture, he flew back with Mr. Na Moda. At this moment, it has reached a hundred feet away.

However, when Mr. Mo Da was sucked by Zhuang Wudao's dragon capture, he was killed alive. Yu San knew that there was no hope of escaping, so he stopped at a distance of one hundred and twenty zhang, and looked at Zhuang Wudao who was walking towards him step by step with a pale face. The pace is steady and powerful, not slow, full of confidence.

Yusan subconsciously opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He felt that the footsteps were like a drum, beating at the bottom of his heart.

"Yu San, I know that you can't help yourself, and I don't blame you! However, you also know the rules of this Yuecheng, and the matter has come to this point, and there is no reason to let you go. But if you are willing to give me an explanation for this, I will not kill them all. ”

The rules of Yuecheng are that there are no rules, the heart must be ruthless, and the hands must be spicy. If he is allowed to leave today, then any kind of person he will deceive him in the future.

Although it is said that the disaster will not affect his family, but since the Iron Knife Society dares to arrange an ambush today, it is not too much for him to take revenge. Even if the Sanmanmen is killed, in the eyes of the people of Yuecheng, it is also a matter of course.

However, Zhuang Wudao is in a good mood at the moment, and his mind is unhindered, but he doesn't mind leaving some troubles.

Na Yu San was silent for a while, his eyes were uncertain, and Zuihou was a laugh.

"Left and right are dead, whether it is dead in the hands of the Beitang family or in your hands, what's the difference?

Before the words fell, Yu San suddenly pulled out his knife and kissed his neck, and immediately a tent of blood sprayed out, splashing blood three feet away. After a breath, he sprayed endlessly.

Yu San's body is still standing. His eyes are like copper bells, but he doesn't look at Zhuang Wudao. Instead, he looked at the Wangyun Pavilion.

Zhuang Wudao can at most ensure that his family leaves the city safe and sound, and the only one who can keep his family from falling into the mud and dust is the Gu Yue family.

Zhuang Wudao raised his eyebrows slightly, and then his expression returned to normal. There is a bit of sadness in my heart, he and this Xusan are actually similar, they are both chess pieces in the hands of others.

It's just that he was lucky and survived. There is still a chance to jump out of the city.

Slanted at Na Hu Li again, but Zhuang Wudao didn't care about this person's interest at all, and his eyes also looked at Wangyun Pavilion.

He didn't know who was there. But he can also roughly guess that in the attic, there must be one or two distinguished people watching the battle from a distance.

After staring at it for a moment, Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but sneer secretly. Come and don't be rude, this time, he wrote it down!

With a pick of the right foot, a stone brick (the fastest update on the novel network) flew into the air. Zhuang Wudao slapped his hand, and the stone brick flew away, instantly transcending a hundred feet. hit Hu Li's chest, who was quietly retreating, and immediately broke his flesh. With the sound of 'click', Hu Li was also silent, and his body flew out of ten feet and landed.

The rest of the survivors in the alley, Zhuang Wudao is too lazy to care, these people are just minions of the Iron Sword Society and the Thunder Dragon Gang. If you kill it today, Shen Quan estimates that it will only take ten days to find another batch. Killing is inexhaustible, and it will not help.

In his mind, he heard the voice of 'Yun'er' remind: "Look at that person, he has a void ring in his hand, which is of some use to you. ”

"Void Ring?"

Zhuang Wudao was shocked, the Void Ring was a spiritual weapon that he had been famous for a long time. You can create another void to store things. It can be carried around and is extremely convenient.

It is for monks. It's much rarer than ordinary spiritual weapons. The value gap is almost tenfold. Only the cultivators of the foundation realm can be sacrificed.

Zhuang Wudao didn't know who the 'man' in Yun'er's words was, his eyes wandered, and after a while, he found Mr. Mo Da who was prostrate on the ground.

Strange to say, within 20 feet of this person's circumference, everything turned into powder. Even the clothes on this person's body could not be preserved, and they dispersed with the wind, revealing a strong body. But the black ring on this person's finger is safe and sound.

Zhuang Wudao was separated by more than ten zhang, and with the power of catching the dragon, he led the ring into his hand, and then carefully played and watched.

When he didn't use pseudo-occult arts, the snatching power in his palm caused by the Dragon Suppression and Tiger Fist was small and small, and he could only capture such a small thing.

I was full of interest, but after I got it, I felt disappointed. In Mr. Mo's hand, it was just a Void Ring that was forbidden by the Law of the First Building. The space inside is not even half a bucket. Except for a few pills, a stack of talismans, and two scriptures, there was nothing inside.

On top of the ring, there is a notch. Maybe it was the scrap refined by some refiner, and it was obtained by this Mr. Mo.

Zhuang Wudao wanted to take a closer look at the pill talisman again, but at this moment, his brain was dizzy, and his consciousness began to drowsy.

I couldn't help but be stunned, my injury was actually very shallow, and although my strength was exhausted, it was far from the point where I would run out of oil.

After thinking about it for a long time, I vaguely understood. Fang Cai's drunken iron arrow must be highly poisonous!

It was only because he was injured very lightly and was suppressed by the Bull Demon Yuan Hegemon that he did not disperse immediately.

Fang was stimulated by the flame power of the Fire Butterfly Technique, and then he relaxed and dissipated his strength. This toxin can no longer be suppressed, and it will naturally explode in full force.

This drunken three, really damn it!

Zhuang Wudao faintly regretted it, and promised to kill Yu San before.

This poison enters the body, and when it is latent, there is nothing unusual at all. I don't know where this person came from.

At this time, he couldn't speak, and Zhuang Wudao only felt palpitations. But at this moment, I could also hear the sound of neat steps, accompanied by the sound of the blade armor colliding, and it came quickly, approaching this side rapidly. The shouts of Qin Feng and Ma Yuan's brothers were also faintly heard.

Zhuang Wudao's tense mind suddenly relaxed, knowing that his life should be fine. He is very shallow in poison, and he is suppressed by the bull demon body. As long as you take the detoxification medicine in time, even if the symptoms are not right, you can be fine.

So he couldn't support it anymore, and as soon as he went limp, he fell backwards. But I heard the strong wind roaring, and a fragrant wind rushed into my nose, and the whole was in the arms of a warm nephrite.