Lead clouds hang low, pale inky color.

The slanting wind, the drizzle, the heaven and the earth are sad, and everything is bleak.

The battle continues.

Or say fighting, or say desperate, say Huba Cileng, this is a battle of Huba Cilen alone!

Ignore the pain, ignore the wind and rain, ignore the attention of the public, ignore life and death! This is the stage of Huba Cilen alone, even if the mess is miserable everywhere, even if no one cheers and no one applauds. This is the stage of Huba Cilen alone, no matter how strong and horizontal the opponent is, no matter how difficult it is to deal with, even if Huba Cilen has lost his mind. Yes, Huba Cilen has fallen into a dream, a dream within a dream, Huba Cilen has returned to his childhood, and has seen those sympathetic, pitiful, sneering, disgusted eyes-

Fools, idiots, beasts, animals!

Why, those people should treat Huba Cilen like that, why.

Huba Cilen is a fool or an idiot, and Huba Cilen is also a person, not a beast, not an animal.

A person, born different, is an outlier?

Who knows, the mind of a fool and an idiot? What is it that makes Huba Cilen become a wolf!

A huge, vengeful wolf!

Destroy this day, destroy this earth, destroy all living things, and Huba Chereng will destroy all these things.

Including Huba Cileng!

"Bang bang!" "All of them are all over!" "Boom boom boom!" "Boom boom!" "Boom boom!" "The battle continues, it is even more stale, and it is white-hot! Everyone is watching, all of them are terrified! This is not a battle between people, this is a contest between gods and Buddhas and demonic beasts, this is a collision between Mars and the earth, the scene can no longer be described as fierce, it can only be described as tragic! Huba Cilen is faster, Huba Cilen is more fierce, no Zen can not escape but to fight with all his strength, no Zen has to do it. No Zen is tougher, no Zen is harder, no matter how fast and fierce Huba Cilen is, it is still helpless to be without Zen, but it is more and more courageous!

Yes, Huba Cileng will not shed the last drop of blood, and he will not die!

"Tong!" swept with another palm, no Zen stumbled! Good strength! No Zen can not compete!

"Bang!" A type of Arhat crossed the river, and Huba Cilen took a step back, that is, he went up! Attacked again! Blood spurted wildly from his mouth!

There is no Zen and no hindrance, and King Kong is not bad.

Recruit Arhats to cross the river, swing their fists without Zen, hit directly, punch hit the ribs in the chest, and Huba Cileng is not defended. It's the eighth punch, and Huba Cilen vomited nineteen mouthfuls of blood, and there were dark red blood stains on his head, chest, abdomen, and ring, which was shocking! The sound of the fist falling on the flesh, the sound of the slap sweeping over the body, and the occasional sound of broken bones were clear in the ears and into the heart, how could it not be shocking! Yes, the roar of Huba Cilen could not break the world, yes, Huba Cilen could not create that myth, just because Huba Cileng's opponent was without Zen, and it would still be a failure to meet Huba Cilen.

No Zen, Nanshan Zen, what a little monk!

"Huba, Huba, don't fight anymore—" Wu Chan said something, shaking his head and waving his hands.

"Poof!" another mouthful of blood, spraying a full face of Wuzen: "Wuzen-"

Yes, no Zen stands on top of the sky, yes, no Zen is a myth!

The spectacle in the rain reappears, like a god, Buddha, and immortal, the rain cannot enter, and the blood cannot enter, but it is the blood and rain that make the invisible air cover around the body of Wuzen show everyone again, lonely and cold and bright, and the blood rain meanders: "Protect the body! Huba Cileng is like a bloody god and demon, and the bloody rain on his body is also inexhaustible, and he still looks so eye-catching and hideous on that dark skin!

"Kill him, kill him, kill it!" there was only one thought in Huba Cilen's heart.

"Brother Huba Cilen!" Fang Yin was sad in his heart, but when he saw that the blood flowed down his forehead and into his eyes, it seemed to be blood and tears!

"Ahh

"Don't fight! Don't fight! The blood will run out, and people will die!" This is the voice of everyone who saw that scene.

"I can't beat you, Wu Zen-" Yes, Wu Zen's words are not finished. At that time, all the people watched together, at that time, everyone was moved and everyone thought that it was an idea, so why bother! Why bother! At that time, people did not look at Wu Zen, that was when people looked at Hu Ba Ci Leng, because compared to Wu Zen, Hu Ba Ci Leng, was still one, and the weak: "Admit defeat!" Wu Chan finally changed his words, and Wu Zen was admitting defeat: "Hu Ba, Hu Ba! Wu Zen can't beat you, Wu Chan admits defeat!"

Where a word falls, there is no meditation.

"Tong!" Huba Cileng slapped again, and swept Wuzen to the ground!

Huba Cilen could understand, and neither could he hear, and the heavens and the earth turned into a blood-red in his eyes, and there was only a dark red figure left: "Huba, Huba!" "Nightmare, that's a nightmare, dispel it! Kill him! Huba Cilen fought hard with red eyes, and Huba Cilen couldn't hear anyone speak! The blood was burning! The blood was burning! The infinite potential contained in Hubacilen's huge body had been thoroughly stimulated: "Tong! Tong! Tong!"

Wu Zen is extremely helpless.

Wuzen has admitted defeat, why is this Huba brother still scattered?

It's broken, it's broken! Huba is crazy! When Wuzen was helpless, he gave him a few slaps and swept him up, and Wuzen had no choice but to roll off the stage with a sideways pounce.

"Wu Chan!" Wu Chan was taken aback, but it was Brother Fang Yin, who shook his head: "No!"

Why?

The Zen monk didn't understand.

Wu Zen was stunned, and the world was turned upside down, Huba Cilen grabbed Wu Zen, and cracked the bear style!

"Huba, Huba, don't be like this, no Zen-" Yes, Huba Cilen has no choice but to be without Zen, no matter what: "Admit defeat!" Yes! Wu Chan suddenly understood what Brother Fang Yin meant, Brother Huba has gone crazy, like a big bear that has gone crazy, and it will hurt people if he jumps off the stage! But what should Wu Chan do? Brother Fang Yin, what do you say Wu Chan should do now? Master, Master, you say Wu Zen -

That is, the monk without Zen, he still thinks about the east and the west and doesn't care at all, and treats this Huba Cileng brother as a big bear, and this competition is also a child's play. Huba Cilen can't be torn apart, Huba Cilen can't be torn anymore, Huba Cilen tears him and doesn't move, but under the fierce force, he tore his own house again, and vomited blood! It was a very heavy fist without Zen, and Huba Cileng was extremely seriously injured, but Huba Cilen was already unconscious, and he was still fierce! There was only one thought, that is, tear, tear, tear! tear!

Poof!poof!poof!poof!poof!

It can't go on like this, if it goes on like this, the old brother Huba Cilen will lose too much blood and die of exhaustion: "Huba Cilen-"

Fang Yin was shouting, the call of Lord Vishnu was really in the silence of the crowd: "Huba Cilen-"

It's useless, this time, Huba Cilen can't hear it.

"Great Compassion Mantra! Great Compassion Mantra!" "Daoist Fang was anxious: "Master Moro, quickly recite the mantra!"

It was useless to chant the mantra, Moro was already chanting: "......"

What to do?

What can the crowd do?

There is no way to do it, there is no way for Fang Yin and Mo Luo, no one present has a way, and there is no way for the high-ranking hermit fairy and immortal envoy to do the same, so he can only watch as Huba Cilen tears the monk Wuzen with a fierce and tough attitude, but he vomits blood one after another. This is a true warrior who has earned the respect of everyone present for his bloody bravery, whether he wins or loses. No one wants to see Huba Cilen die, but—

Who can save Huba Cilen?