The three Xuanyang swords behind him were unsheathed at the same time, and Zhuang Wudao flicked his fingers slightly and tapped on one of the sword weapons.

The poignant and high-pitched sound of the sword suddenly resounded throughout the audience, shocking the eardrums, and completely covering the sound of covering a thousand cities!

The words behind the Thousand Cities, even he couldn't hear clearly, and he couldn't help frowning slightly, and his face was stunned.

"I'm talking to Shopkeeper Feng, and it's not your turn to intervene as a little inner disciple!"

Zhuang Wudao didn't even glance at the Qiancheng, and continued to look at Feng Yu in front of him: "What do you think, Shopkeeper Feng?

"Zhuang Xianchang is too much!"

Feng Yu took a deep breath, there was no longer half a smile on his face, and his face was cold: "If the immortal chief really wants to fight, I will accompany Haitao Pavilion, even if I offend Lichen, I will not hesitate." Today's events are not wrong with me Haitao Pavilion, the reason is that Miss is willful and reckless, and she leaks away from the dust-"

Before the words fell, there was another 'dang' roar, which completely covered Fengyu's voice. At this time, the few people in the Thousand Cities had already understood, and they all sneered, so that they couldn't say out loud The cross of the "Shangxiao Yingyuan Cave True Imperial Thunder True Method" can be useful?

When the piercing sound gradually dissipates. Zhuang Wudao's figure had already slowly fallen from a height of twenty zhang, and the killing intent in his eyes had already condensed into substance.

"That is, unwilling to reconcile?"

After saying this, Zhuang Wudao glanced at Nie Xianling in the pavilion again. A subtle look of pity flashed, and then indifference returned. Condescendingly, looking down at everyone, his voice was indifferent: "I don't care what you have in mind, and what kind of crime you want to frame my spirit slave. As long as all the people in Haitao Pavilion here are dead, then there is no proof of death, right?"

All of them are dead. Death without proof?

Feng Yu's eyes were wide open, full of astonishment. This Zhuang has no way, do you know what he is talking about?

There are eight foundation-building and Qi realm cultivators here, and there are more than 60 people! This Zhuang has no way, he is alone, and he dares to say that he wants to kill people and destroy his mouth?

But in the next moment, Zhuang Wudao's figure suddenly flickered. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the foundation building monk who had been injured by the stone puppet, brought up a series of afterimages, and then lightly slammed the monument with a palm, imprinted on the person's chest.

Six times the palm power, two hundred and forty like liliang, suddenly saw it like a fire on fire, rushing into the body. The body of this early foundation building monk trembled, and then the bones and flesh all over his body were shaken into powder, and they scattered backwards, spraying out a distance of ten zhang.

In front of the branch of Haitao Pavilion, the whole street was silent. Almost all the monks looked at this scene in disbelief, the monks in the early stage of foundation building couldn't stop this Zhuang Wudao blow?

"What is this?"

Gai Qiancheng's expression was also extremely solemn, and his eyes had lost his previous confidence: "What a fast escape-"

"At least 200 elephant power—"

Yu Anjun practiced the 'Nine Turns Xuanyang Gong' and the 'Ten Seals of Dao Truth', which was also a path of external skills, and he was particularly sensitive to Zhuang Wudao's palm power. Knowing that just this palm alone had exceeded his maximum palm power by at least thirty percent.

"Is this a mystical power?"

If it weren't for the supernatural powers, Yu Anjun would not believe in Zhuang Wudao, and he would be able to exert such a swift speed and hit this palm power of at least two hundred or more elephants!

"That's about it, he wants to take the lead!"

Dong Lihan tightly grasped the knife in his hand, hiding the uneasiness in his heart. What made him strange was that when Zhuang Wudao used this palm, he didn't find any signs of using occult magic around Zhuang Wudao's body.

Feng Yu is face is pale, and his originally round face shows a hideous horizontal flesh, and the aura in his eyes reveals three feet outside his pupils.

"Bastard, dare to kill me Haitao Pavilion for worship, I think you are bold!"

With a roar, Feng Yu's whole person was like a wild boar in a high-speed collision, heading towards Zhuang Wudao's position and crashing straight away.

Every step caused the ground to shake endlessly, and there was a layer of red gang, enveloping the whole body.

"Again and again, again and again! Slaughter my Haitao Pavilion monk, even if I kill you today, I don't think that the true person of the festival will have nothing to say-"

Several of the surrounding foundation building monks also showed anger on their faces at this moment, and they all made moves. Several sword lights in a row slashed at Zhuang Wudao's neck and confidants.

There are also dozens of second-order yellow turban wrestlers who are more burly and ten feet high, rising from the ground one after another, and grabbing the five stone fire warriors.

Several precious lights in the air even covered the bright blue sky, and they crashed down.

However, Feng Yu's words came to an abrupt end. Zhuang Wudao's figure flashed again, and disappeared from everyone's eyes. A series of afterimage illusions, when they reappeared, they were already in front of another foundation building monk.

It was still a fluttering palm smashing the monument and shooting it forward. This person was not injured, and his reaction was far faster than the previous person, and he drew out a twenty-four forbidden spirit shield in time and stopped in front of him.

But he heard a muffled sound like defeating leather, and the spirit shield was violently shaken and flew away. And before Zhuang Wudao's power was exhausted, he forcibly smashed half of this person's body, and it was hard to get up on the spot, and his vitality was dim.

As soon as this person died, nearly a quarter of those second-order Yellow Turban wrestlers collapsed on the spot. The rest of the rest is not the opponent of those thunder firefighters.

Although the body of the second-order yellow turban is ten zhang tall, Liliang is not as strong as the eighty elephants of the thunder fire force. When the body moves, it is even more clumsy. It was almost three times five divided by two, and it was shattered and scattered by more than half of the five thunder firefighters.

And after Zhuang Wudao slapped his palm, the figure had already left the place and continued to shuttle between the many stone figures with the method of magnetic escape. This time, his target was a person on the left.

The five-story building of the foundation realm, the middle stage of the foundation building, but because of the exercises. Liliang is one of the remaining six Zhuji, Zuihou!

The man also showed a little shock and fear, and without hesitation, the whole person exploded backwards, in the direction of Fengyu. At the same time, countless needle shadows flew into the air.

"Life is matchless, Flame Rain Pear Blossom!"

The thousands of silver needles of light only stopped in mid-air for a moment before turning into the color of fire. It absorbed the true fire of the sun from everything around it, and then rushed like raindrops.

Zhuang Wudao didn't dodge at all, and his figure continued to walk at high speed.

"I'm self-defeating!"

The line of unscrupulous fist intent envelops the whole body. At this time, Zhuang Wudao had already mastered the magnetic essence qi of his body, which could be spread throughout the body or concentrated in a certain part of the body.

And when the figure flickered and moved at high speed, those needle shadows, there were few and few that could really hit him.

forcibly shuttled through the shadow of the needle in the sky, and suddenly slapped it again, imprinting it on the person's chest.

"Avalanche!"

With a palm hit, it first shattered the person's talisman spiritual weapon, and then forcibly shook one of his arms apart. Then, with a devastating momentum, it slapped on the person's chest.

This time, it was the sound of the mountain shaking and the crash, and it was vigorously discharged. Zhuang Wudao's palm power continuously shattered the four layers of body protection vestments outside this person's body. In the end, he ran out of strength and failed to kill this Tsukiji mid-stage on the spot.

Zhuang Wudao's eyes were also a little surprised. He thought that every time he went to battle and put on two armors, he was already very perverted. But he didn't realize that there were people in this world who were more like turtles than him.

The four-layer body protection robes are all twenty-four forbidden spiritual weapons, and I don't know where this person was collected from.

But the man was also so badly injured that his entire chest collapsed. The figure rolled back, a full sixty feet away, before standing still again.

The seven orifices were bleeding, and the skin all over the body was also cracked in dozens of places under the impact of the palm. The whole person seems to be like a bloody person, and he is embarrassed. And after stabilizing his figure, this person was stunned, and he roared at the first time.

"Three hundred elephants! Be careful, this son's palm power is at least three hundred elephant power!"

Feng Yu also frowned tightly, if it was only two hundred elephant power, he could still underestimate it. I don't put it in my eyes, I just need to worry about this person's ghostly escape. Three hundred elephant power, but it is already within the range of his full strength.

In my heart, I only feel that it is ridiculous, but those who are good at horizontal training and increasing external strength are often unsatisfactory in terms of speed.

Just like him, Liliang is strong and can crush his peers. However, using any retreat method, it is one level slower than other monks, and can only be compensated for by spiritual weapons such as speed increase.

However, this Zhuang Wudao completely broke the convention. Not only is Liliang strong enough to surpass many monks in the middle stage of foundation building, but the method of retreat is also incredibly fast, unpredictable, and elusive.

said that if all the people in Haitao Pavilion here are dead, then there is no proof of death - this son has the heart to kill people and kill his mouth, but he is afraid that it is true.

- Somehow, this thought came to mind, and Feng Yu couldn't help but gasp.

In the distance in front of him, Zhuang Wudao dodged again, and arrived in front of another foundation to worship. And he and the others, even if they rushed with all their might, they still couldn't catch up, and they couldn't stop Zhuang Wudao's speed at all. Feng Yu's eyes finally showed a little anxiety and hatred, and the murderous intent was scorching.

He knew that the person's name was Wang Zhuang, and he had only just entered the realm of the foundation building double building. It was originally a casual cultivation, and not long after joining Haitao Tower, his strength was not weak, but at this time, there was no decent spiritual treasure in his hand.

Sure enough, after an instant, I saw in the distance, Zhuang Wudao was like a leisurely stroll, and escaped to the front of the Wangzhuang Mountain, lifting the weight as lightly, and waving out a light palm, the mountains and rivers collapsed!

The third person, Split Stone Style!

Seven times the palm power of two hundred and eighty elephants, it seems to be overwhelming. When he came out, this person also retreated frantically, but it was not as fast as Zhuang Wudao.

The arms that stood in front of him were broken and shattered the moment the palm force touched. However, this person is also extremely decisive, breaking his tail to survive, when Zhuang Wudao's power is blocked. The figure flashed and disappeared into the ground.