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Xuan Ming suggested to Zhou Ming with a solemn face: "Maybe we should withdraw first." ”

"Hmm. ”

"It's too late!"

It seems that in order to cooperate with Yang Hong's momentum, a wave of shaking mountains came from the direction of Shaozhou City.

Zhou Ming, who turned his head to check, couldn't care about Yang Hong's threat, he held back for a long time before he scolded: "." ”

"What are you doing?" Xuan Ming followed his line of sight, "・・・・・・"

The enemy in front of them was ready to attack, and there was a possibility of killing at any time, but the two of them still maintained a stunned expression and looked in the direction of Shaozhou City.

A huge fat man as tall as a stone pillar was staggering forward, and the footprints of each step could lie down two or three people.

His limbs were large, but they were only short compared to his body. Just such a discordant existence with a body structure, the momentum caused by it attracted the attention of the martial marquis.

The leaders of each group shouted loudly: "Back to God! Back to God!"

After speaking, they all looked at Zhou Ming above their heads more or less.

The huge fat man who was coming slowly, his skin was black and purple, and there were traces of venom soaking everywhere.

The momentum of his coming alone is no longer something that can be stopped by his personal strength, Zhou Ming doesn't dare to be distracted anymore, and it makes no sense to think about the origin of this biochemical weapon anymore.

He resolutely shouted to the pillar: "Wuhou belongs! Retreat!"

"Where are you going?" do you think that the despicable new work is just for you to see?" Yang Hong laughed.

He slowly pressed down his raised hands, and the whirlpool formed by the corpse qi had unconsciously healed the wounds on his corpse armor.

I saw that with the decentralization of this corpse qi, the movements of the corpse under the pillar began to slowly speed up, and the shield hand gradually fought on par, and the Wuhou army array at this time could still maintain zero casualties, but if you want to kill a bloody road, it is already very difficult.

Seeing this, Xuan Ming took the first move, and did not suppress Yang Hong before the arrival of the huge fat man, and it was difficult to say how many people present could withdraw!

"Pingsha is reckless and yellow into the sky!"

I saw that with Xuan Ming's roar, the stone pillar he was standing on began to roll up a breeze from the bottom, blowing all the broken sand and stones on the stone towards Xuan Ming's place.

The white sand was like practice, and it was so conspicuous that it was wrapped from Xuan Ming's feet to the black Yan Shan.

"With sand and stone against corpses, with wind against wind, who made you look down on people so contemptible?"

When Yang Hong asked, Xuan Ming was already in mid-air, and Bai Lian, who was surrounded by Yan Shan in his hand, revealed a dragon head with an open mouth and an empty roar in time.

"Luntai September wind roars at night!"

Bai Lian turned into a huge "nine" character, and under the wind brought by Xuan Ming, he went straight down to Yang Hong. Fight big with small, only move forward.

"Tongda! Take people away!"

The sword slashed straight down on the vertical of the word "nine", and it actually cut off the whereabouts of Yang Hong's corpse mist.

When Zhou Ming heard this, he suddenly flew in front of the military formation, and with his joining, the Wuhou people, who had not moved before, finally began to move slowly.

"I said, you are a wanderer, you don't want to turn into a beacon fire so soon and hang on a tree, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense, let's go!

With Xuan Ming's loud shouting and laughing, Yan Shan, who was still in a stalemate with Yang Hong in his hand, dropped a few points again.

"It's a lot of progress, Xuanming Shaoxia. Yang Hong was unhurried and sarcastic.

"Thank you!"

"With this trick, I can't help it. ”

Yang Hong stretched out his right hand, and his palm passed directly through Xuan Ming's nine-character white practice, holding Yan Shan's sword body.

"Let it go. ”

"It's a joke, it's not easy to make at all. ”

Xuan Ming didn't mess with himself, he didn't believe that the other party passed through Bai Lian directly, and he really didn't have the slightest impact.

Sure enough, after resisting Yang Hongchu's pull, his hand holding Yan Shan was as if it was just placed on it, and there was no threat.

Yang Hong seemed to have expected it, and his empty left hand moved behind him and twitched, pulling out the bone knife from his body and slashing at Xuan Ming.

"If you should let go, you have to let go, young man. ”

Xuan Ming was silent, and his left hand turned into a sword and pointed at the bone knife, and the nine-character Bai Lian rolled away with the sword pointing at the bone knife, and Yang Hong's strength to seize the sword suddenly increased greatly.

"Xuanming Shaoxia, are you running out of skills?"

"Huh. ”

The muscles on his hands were bruised because of the huge pull, and a few drops of cold sweat oozed from Xuan Ming's face. He was still unhurried, his left hand was palmed, and he slowly accumulated strength.

The only remaining sword qi slowly gathered from his body to his left palm, and even the surrounding corpse qi and the black mist of heaven and earth seeped over.

When a small black and red Taiji diagram was formed in the palm of his hand, Xuan Ming suddenly spread his right hand holding the sword, and at this moment when Yang Hong was slightly surprised.

With his left palm holding Tai Chi, he pushed towards Yang Hong's chest, and the black and red Tai Chi grew bigger and bigger, and finally reached the peak of half a human size at the moment before slapping Yang Hong.

Using the corpse qi as a guide, the black and red Tai Chi did not dissipate, but instead infiltrated Yang Hong's body brutally.

"You dare!"

Yang Hong finally changed color, let go of Yan Shan with his right hand, and clenched his fist at Xuan Ming.

The huge fist shadow was close at hand, and there was no sword qi in his body for him to continue to break through the defense, Xuan Ming sighed secretly.

Mastery, that's all I can do.

As soon as his left hand tightened, the black and red Tai Chi suddenly shattered, and at the same time, Yang Hong's fist had arrived.

Tai Chi was shattered, and Yang Hong's strength was half broken. Even so, Xuan Ming snorted, his body hunched and flew upside down, and Yan Shan was taken back by his right hand, just stained with a few drops of blood that he spit out.

On the other side, where Yang Hong is.

As Xuan Ming flew upside down, Yang Hong took two steps back and stopped at the edge of the stone pillar.

It may have been the first time he had suffered such an internal injury, his indifferent blue face and eyes instantly turned red, and the corpse qi vortex that was under his control began to vibrate and became very unstable.

Xuan Ming, who was in severe pain, opened his eyes slightly, just in time to see Yang Hong open his mouth and roar, at this moment, he, the corpse control, is more like a corpse than a corpse man.

The unstable corpse qi vortex was consciously catalyzed by Yang Hong, and exploded with a bang, as if several black smoke bombs had been released around it.

The unsuspecting Wuhou military formation was still not chaotic, but the screams of colleagues that sounded from time to time made Zhou Ming anxious.

His eyes were dark, and he quickly leaped above everyone's heads with only his memory.

Finally touched the stone pillar where Xuan Ming was standing earlier, and a clicking sound of fractures came from above his head.

The downward trend was stopped by life, and Xuan Ming still subconsciously asked before falling into a coma: "Who is it?"

There were countless corpses in the stone forest, and Yang Hong in the high place was still roaring angrily, and the big poisonous corpse at the end of the official road was approaching step by step.

The colleagues around him are slowly being murdered due to physical exhaustion, and behind them are the good brothers who are seriously injured and still have nothing to gain.

Zhou Ming only hated himself for not having a few more hands!