Thunder Martial

The sable uses the flesh and blood, and blasts the weapon in the hands of Wuyuan.

The sharp weapon collapsed, as big as a fingernail, like a hidden weapon, spurting toward the surroundings, making a squeaking sound, the air was pierced,

Everyone is astonished, and his face is unbelievable.

Before the sable, the scorpion broke the weapon, and the horror of the body was heard by everyone. The people were not unusual at all. At this moment, people were shocked. For a long time, it was the sable that broke the weapon in Wuyuan’s hands.

You must know that the enchanting power is strong, even if it is an ordinary weapon, it is like a weapon of the gods in its hands, and it can exert unparalleled combat power.

"Peng."

The sharp weapon burst, and the purple scorpion made another punch. The golden light was like a stream of water, and it rushed to Wuyuan. The latter was directly hit, the body was really smashed, and it was instantly destroyed.

"puff."

When he flew back, Wu Yuan’s big mouth hemoptysis was actually wounded. His face was pale as paper, and the black hair was scattered. It was very embarrassing.

On the high platform, several strong faces changed, especially Wu Zongqiang. He had threatened before, and Wu Yuan was able to smash the purple scorpion within a dozen strokes.

But now that the two sides have played hundreds of moves, Wu Yuan not only did not kill the purple scorpion, but also was beaten by the blood.

"Oh, a good enchanting ah, a good dozens of enemies to destroy the enemy." The strongman of the Liu Family in Yongju City, issued a strange smile, which makes several strong, his face is more ugly,

The monk on the stone platform was shocked. It was a four-day difference. Ziyan not only did not lose, but also injured Wuyuan. Even if it was only a minor injury, it felt incredible.

"Not bad." In the slouchy scorpion of Wu Mo, there was a ray of light, and the power of Zi Yan made him very surprised.

"It's very strong." Wang Shi is a fist, and he is indifferent. Because of Wang Shan's business, he has always been worried about the purple. Today, he has to admit that the battle of the purple dragon is unparalleled.

Wang Hao did not speak, looked at the stage, and the scorpion was bright, I don’t know what to think in my heart.

Wang Xianer, who was nervous, saw that Wuyuan was repulsed, but he was relieved. "It’s dangerous, but there is a second, there is a second, hey, he is dead."

After that, she rushed to the ring and shook her fist.

The purple scorpion suppressed Wuyuan and wounded Wuyuan. This made a lot of enchanting eyes, and there was dignity in the eyes. It was no longer like that before, and didn't care.

"Purple, I don't believe it, you can beat the six heavens in your area."

Wu Yuan was completely crazy, his hair was scattered, his eyes were inexhaustible, and at the same time, a violent breath emerged from the body.

His strong attack, the technique of attacking and killing, was all cracked by Zi Yan, and now he is mad.

"What means, even though it appears."

It’s just that the look is a lot of dignity. Obviously the other side is desperate, a desperate enchanting, and the fighting power is terrible.

"I will let you see, my Wu Zong's strongest combat skills."

Wuyuan stood on the ring platform, and the Taoist Yuanyuan surrounded him. It was like a big wave. At this moment, he seemed to be a strong man, showing strength and hegemony, and drinking at the same time, "Wu Ba Tianxia."

Wuyuan’s nephew, cold and ruthless, cold and gleaming, and the vitality of the whole body, is also getting stronger and stronger, close to violent, his whole person exudes a sly light, like a round of the sun, people can’t open their eyes.

"Wu Ba world."

He said slowly and forcefully, the whole person is at this moment, the momentum is also changed, like a strong stalwart, a pair of cold scorpions, overlooking the purple,

He is like a king in the world, tall and above, overlooking a cockroach in the human world.

"This is the world of Wu Ba, this little guy really understands the real thing." On the high platform, several elites of the Imperial Air have revealed unexpected expressions.

This martial arts world is one of the ultimate killings in Wu Zong's decision, and its power is very strong. When Wu Zong's rise began, it also had the merits of this tyrant.

When the tyrants of the tyrants came out, the breath of the stalwart, the pressure of the dynasty, and the terrible killings, did not know how many strong people were smashed, thus creating a pure land for Wu Zong.

For thousands of years of development, Wu Zong has become a major force.

"Wuyuan is only unintentionally comprehensible. Although even the power of half-finance can't be played, it is enough to get rid of the purple scorpion." Wu Zongqiang, once again, is extremely confident, and his face has a self-satisfying color.

The ultimate combat technique is not something that anyone can comprehend. There are more than a thousand disciples in Wuzong, and there are several people who can understand the ultimate combat skills.

"Wu Ba Tianxia, ​​the suspense will be gone, this battle will come to an end."

"It's a pity, I thought that Zi Yan could hold on for a while, and I couldn't think of the world of Wu Ba. I haven't seen this trick for a long time."

The strong people of Cangli and the two are also open, and obviously think that the purple cicada will die.

On the stone platform, some enchanting eyes appeared to be fluctuating. Wuyuan’s tyrants made them very surprised and shocked.

This is a very powerful technique of attacking and killing. If you want to comprehend, you will only have extraordinary talents.

"boom."

The atmosphere of destruction is rippling, the Wuyuan on the battlefield, the radiance, as if it has become a supreme figure, even the expression can not be seen clearly, only the scorpion is like two cold electricity, with endless chill,

"Purple, this is the strongest combat skill of my Wuzong. I will use it to destroy you today. You will be the first enchanting man who died under my trick." Wuyuan has a cold mouth and a powerful voice, like A king overlooks the world and talks to the ants.

"Hey, let's blow the atmosphere, come with the ability."

The purple scorpion is cold and cold, not to be outdone. The strength of Wuyuan has inspired his fighting spirit. His whole body, Jinguang surging, like pure gold casting, outside the body surface, the road really flows, like a golden lightning, full of a devastating atmosphere,

"It's very yin."

The purple scorpion is drunk, flying wildly, and the prints between the hands appear. The fingers are like the elves are beating, emitting golden light, and playing extremely yin.

Among the Dantian, the thunder and lightning that represents the extreme yin, the mad surge, like boiled boiling water, then through the meridians, through the body,

"Go to death."

Such as the supreme opening, the sound is powerful, Wuyuan's killings come, he is like a giant in the world, reaching out to the purple scorpion, just a very random blow, but there is a terrible energy flowing, the whole battle platform is Jitter, endless pressure, causing cracks to continue to spread,

This is one of Wuzong’s strongest killings. It has incredible power. When many powerful people were annihilated, they reappeared today. Although the power is not one, the one in front of him is no longer a strong, but a double heaven. Little monk,

If the heavens and the earth collapse, the palm prints will fall and the power will be boundless. The whole battle platform seems to be unbearable and may collapse at any time.

"Hey."

The horror of the temper, directly rushing, at this critical moment, in front of Zi Yan, there is a golden light, Jinguang with the ultimate chilly temper, with a power of the same destruction, rushed to the front, Hit the palm print,

"boom."

Extreme yin and Wuyuan's killing collision, rippling out the scent of destruction, this day is shaking, this place is moving, the battle platform seems to be broken at this moment, the road cracks continue to spread, like a spider web, diffuse surface ,

"Booming."

Like thousands of thunder and lightning, at the same time the explosion, all the ears are deaf in the next moment, there is a buzzing sound, the boundless energy is glued, touching,

This is a touch of strong killing, shocking and fearful. At this moment, even a lot of enchanting, his face has changed a lot.

They asked themselves how they would resolve if they encountered this trick.

The sky is full of smoke, blocking the eyes of everyone.

"Cough."

When the smoke was exhausted, the energy dissipated, and a light cough appeared on the platform. Wuyuan slowly stood up from the ground. At this moment, his clothes were ragged and unkempt, with a light cough and a large mouth of blood falling.

"It is Wuyuan, he is still alive."

"Oh my God, such a fierce collision, Wuyuan is still alive."

"Imperium, how did the purple clam disappear, was it killed?"

After seeing Wuyuan, everyone exclaimed,

"Wu Ba Tianxia, ​​who fights with the front, this is the ultimate warfare of the big forces, the power can not speculate, the purple scorpion is mostly dead."

The smoke was exhausted, and the figure of the purple scorpion was not seen. Some people sighed.

A enchanting, fallen on this, unmatched in combat, but met the world of Wu Ba,

"Ha ha." Wu Yuan smirked at his chest, very happy, his front, empty, purple, disappeared,

"It’s finally dead, but unfortunately, I want to marry you dozens of times. I don’t think you are boiled. It’s a lucky one.” Wuyuan stood up straight and finally raised his eyebrows and swept away the grievances.

He has seen a pair of shocked and stunned eyes below, and he is very happy with this kind of gaze.

"Be careful."

Suddenly there was an exclamation in the crowd, which seemed to remind Wuyuan.

It’s just that Wuyuan is still laughing, and he hasn’t heard it at all. Even if he hears it, he won’t care, Ziyan is dead, he still needs to be careful, now it’s time to enjoy the envy of everyone.

"You are too confident and too arrogant."

Suddenly, a cold voice rang from behind Wuyuan, the latter became a spurt, and the pupil suddenly swelled. At this time, a crisis emerged from the bottom of my heart.

"Peng."

A strong force emerged from the back, Wu Yuan was shot and flew out, in the air ~www.ltnovel.com~ even coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood,

"you."

Wuyuan fell to the ground, rolled a few laps to stabilize his body shape, spit out a blood again, looking at the front with a blank face.

I saw that Zi Yan was staring at herself indifferently. The clothes on her body were just wrinkled, and the mid-term was full and there was no injury at all.

"Impossible, bear me to attack the world of the tyrants, you not only did not die, not even injured." Wu Yuan face mad, his face is unbelievable, like seeing ghosts,

"Go to death." He seems crazy, but he did not lose his senses. His eyes flashed cold, and he mobilized the real yuan again, rushing toward the purple scorpion.

In the eyes of Zi Yan, the killing of the smack, also turned into a light,

The two men fought again, the terrible breath was flowing, and the sound of a thunder was like a thunder.

Only this time, the two sides only fought a dozen strokes, Wuyuan was hit, flying blood, falling on the platform,

Blood stained,