Da Bong fights more people

Wu Fu's combat is unpretentious, but violent enough.

"We are watching the wrestling between the gods, which is disrespectful," said a barbarian tremblingly.

The pitch-black dharma figure straddled King Zhenbei's body, twelve pairs of fists rained down, the blows exploded, the dust was raised, and the ground collapsed.

"I don't care if you are Prince Dafeng or the Emperor, if you dare to massacre the city, I will kill you!"

The dense fists hit King Zhenbei's chest, face, and horny armor, venting the most primitive violence.

"No one can kill recklessly by relying on strength. If you think it's okay, then I will punish him in the same way today."

The horny armor cracked, and scarlet blood flowed all over the ground, staining half of the city wall red.

Of course it was Xu Qi'an who was talking.

Kacha's two pitch-black arms were broken, King Zhenbei hit the jet-black Dharma face with a head hammer, and slowly got up:

"How ridiculous, you are fighting me to the death just to fill the city with ants? It seems that you don't know what the heart of a strong man is."

Despite the embarrassment, King Zhenbei's voice is still domineering, unruly, and full of confidence.

He breathed out slowly, and the white clouds in the sky were drawn by him, gathering together, presenting a vortex shape.

As King Zhenbei breathed out, the broken cuticle repaired and the wound healed.

On the other side, the two severed arms of "Pitch-black Faxiang" flew over, and they were connected to the fracture, and they were tightly stitched. He said calmly, "Ten thousand punches."

King Zhenbei's face was gloomy, and his breath fell slightly. He raised his hand and said, "Death!"

His palm was stained with blood, which was the blood of the pitch-black dharma. This curse-killing technique should have severely injured the pitch-black dharma.

But nothing happened.

Because the halo of magic flames behind the pitch-black Dharma Aspect is simulated into a pitch-black relic, blooming with a gentle and rich black light.

Buddhist relics, like Taoist alchemy, have the effect of invulnerability to evil.

The pitch-black Dharma Aspect launched a charge, and the sound of footsteps was like an earthquake.

King Zhenbei lowered his waist slightly, and slowly clenched his fists. As his five fingers closed, the air made a dull explosion, and he scratched the air.The strength can be imagined.

The domineering fist appeared again, and the swirling clouds suddenly collapsed in the sky.

Twelve pairs of arms suddenly merged into one, blending into "Xu Qi'an"'s right arm, and also punched out, tit for tat.

The two fists smashed together, and the air wave did not spread in ripples, but swept across the entire Chuzhou City in an instant.

It's like a typhoon passing through, blowing away the ruins and everything on the flat ground, and everything in a radius of several miles has been emptied, and even the ruins do not exist.

King Zhenbei's fist cracked inch by inch, blasting out pieces of flesh and blood.

He growled in pain and staggered back.

The pitch-black Faxiang followed up, and twelve pairs of fists continued to attack, hitting King Zhenbei's chest and face, causing him to fall backwards.

"Bang bang bang!"

The fists are so dense that ordinary people can't catch them with the naked eye. They smashed pieces of horny armor, repaired and shattered, and repaired and shattered.

"Is it ridiculous, is it ridiculous to fight for mortals?"

bang bang

"There are no people, what kind of prince are you, whose prince are you?"

bang bang

20 punches, 30 punches, [-] punches, [-] punches, Zhen Beiwang's body cracked again and again, and he was repaired again and again. At first he was able to fight back, but he suffered more and more injuries, and gradually lost the power to parry.

38 punches!

After punching, Xu Qi'an stretched out twelve pairs of arms, grabbed King Zhenbei's head, arms, waist and legs, and lifted them up high.

At this moment, Xu Qi'an glanced across the silent city, across the devastated city, the scenes of the massacre resurfaced again, and the cries of 38 innocent souls seemed to ring in his ears.

What is a strong man?

Treat ordinary people like ants?

He seemed to have returned to Yunlu Academy and Yasheng Temple, and saw himself holding a pen and writing four crooked sentences on the stone tablet:

Establish a heart for the world, establish a life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and open the balance for all generations.

"kill him!"

Suddenly, a roar sounded from the top of the city, and a young Jianghu man stood on the raised female wall, roaring with all his might, with a hideous expression on his face.

"kill him!"

A soldier couldn't help shouting, and was stared murderously by the black-robed spy next to him.

The soldier lowered his head in horror.

Just as the black-robed spy was about to threaten, another soldier shouted sharply, "Kill him."

This time, it was as if sparks fell on the grassland, setting off a prairie fire.

More and more soldiers responded.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

""

In a daze, Xu Qi'an seemed to see 38 innocent souls appearing in the city, in the sky, and on the ground. They looked at him silently, and all their voices gathered into three words:

kill him!

Twelve pairs of arms exerted force at the same time, tearing violently.

He tore King Zhenbei apart.

Blood rained down.

The dark Dharma Aspect was drenched in blood, like an avenger returning from hell.

ps: I will write the Baimeng thank you chapter later, uh, or write it tomorrow, because I don’t want to perfuse the Baimeng thank you chapter, it will definitely take a lot of time to write.