Red Heart Survey

Wang Yiwu strode wildly, against the repulsive force of Chong Xuansheng's crazily drumming, his steps became faster and faster.

Bang bang bang!

He stepped on the ground step by step, making a deep muffled sound. This shows that in the confrontation with Chongxuan Sheng, he has been unable to fully control his strength.

He is constantly releasing himself, constantly releasing a stronger self.

Facing Fourteen's frenzied consecutive slashes, he punched thousands of times.

Blood energy lingered on his fist, writhing like a spirit.

His steps were firm, and he began to push Shisi and Chongxuansheng back in the opposite direction.

There is no victory without me.

Invincible and selfless.

The majesty is like rivers and mountains, and the murderous aura is like a tornado.

No self killing fist!

"Is that all?"

Wang Yiwu's fist "slowed down" visually, it wasn't slow, but because the "momentum" of this punch was too clear and deep, and it clearly appeared in front of the eyes, so it seemed to have slowed down on the contrary. illusion.

Raise it high and drop it hard!

"You will, Chong Xuan Zun will be able to, and stronger!"

clang!

Fourteen, who was wearing heavy armor, was blown away with a sword.

Chong Xuansheng rushed forward instead, immediately taking the position of Fourteen, resisting Wang Yiwu. It was difficult to use his right hand, so he raised his left hand high, his fat big hand turned into a knife, and cut him vertically in the chest.

call!

As the sword passed by, the sound of the wind was as shrill as a ghost crying.

The beheading knife passed down from the murderous butcher Zhongxuan Chuliang!

It seems to be asking Wang Yiwu, can Chong Xuanzun do this style?

Under this saber force, Wang Yiwu was unable to move, as if he was suppressed by warriors in the execution ground and imprisoned by shackles, waiting for the executioner to cut off his head.

At such a time, soldiers began to evaporate from his body.

Or a knife, or a spear, or a spear, or a dagger.

"kill!"

That wasn't someone's roar, but a natural howl of soldiers cohesively gathered together.

The common things of life and death are not only seen in the execution ground?

On the battlefield, tens of thousands of troops rush to kill, life and death are instant.

It is to use potential to counter potential, to kill against kill.

Before the "beheading knife" that was getting closer, a fist like steel appeared. It's strong, direct, and fearless.

Using an iron fist to hold a knife, one touch can split.

At the most critical moment, Chong Xuansheng withdrew his saber gesture, but his fat body moved like a frightened deer, and he bounced up suddenly, avoiding the punch from Wang Yiwu's body.

He is best at the delicate combination of Taoism, fighting like playing chess, step by step, trapping the opponent to death without knowing it. However, Wang Yiwu's selfless killing fist has been able to break the skill with strength, and he is not afraid of simple Taoist damage at all. Anything is blown away with one punch, which just restrains his fighting style.

Xuan Sheng is as wise as he is, of course he knew that his previous fighting style would not be effective, so he did not make such useless attempts from the beginning.

At this moment, he is high in the air, his right hand is clenched into a hammer, and his left hand is pressing on his right hand. Manipulate the heavy technique on himself, causing the whole person to fall faster than when he bounced up.

Hit the hammer!

"You look like a fat flea." Wang Yiwu said coldly.

He raised his right hand high, with five fingers wide open, and he actually directly took the blow of Chong Xuansheng with the palm of his hand.

And Chong Xuansheng felt that his hammer, which was as heavy as a mountain, seemed to fall into nothingness.

Wang Yiwu's hand that held the hammer was obviously there, but it didn't seem to exist.

In this "non-existence", his supporting palm disappeared, his five fingers closed together, and his fist appeared again, punching the sky!

Xuan Sheng hit the heavy fist with his fist, pressed his hammer against his fat body, and rushed straight up!

The sound was annihilated.

It was found again by the sharp breaking wind.

Fourteen, who had been blasted away before, flew back again at this time, holding the heavy sword with both hands, and slashed at him fearlessly.

Wang Yiwu had no choice but to withdraw his fist, instead he confronted Shisi.

At this time, Chong Xuansheng was blasted high into the sky, his back had hit the roof, almost touching the limit of the range of the "Silent Beheading Order", and there was no room to move behind him.

But at this moment, Wang Yiwu was approached by Fourteen.

Chong Xuansheng released his left hand that was pressing the hammer in time, but his right hand was unable to hang down, and it had been completely abolished.

Abandoning the right hand and keeping the combat power of the left hand intact was his own choice.

From the beginning of the war to the present, he has been making accurate choices, but the stark difference in strength still made the battle situation develop step by step.

He elbowed "Boundary" directly, and the marking force of "Silent Decapitation Order" knocked him back.

So he "falls down" again, clenching his five fingers together.

Intangible and intangible pressure squeezed Wang Yiwu from all directions, as if trying to crush him alive—this is of course impossible.

In fact, Wang Yiwu has fully adapted to the influence of Chongxuansheng's heavy technique directly on him at this time. As he said, the power of heavy technique, Chongxuan Sheng will, Chongxuan Zun will also be able to, and stronger.

He has faced these tricks before.

Therefore, facing Chongxuan Sheng's grip that broke out after a long battle, he only paused for a breath.

But it was this pause that ushered in the violent outbreak of Fourteen.

Fourteen's sword style has always been simple and direct, directly seeing life and death. The same is true of Wang Yiwu's fist. Two people fought together, strong collided strong, fierce faced fierce.

Wang Yiwu's pause, this opportunity that was not considered an opportunity, was seized by the black epee.

Fourteen pairs of epees were holding the epee, cutting into the range of the fist. At this moment, it seemed that endless power penetrated into the epee, and the black epee was even shattered at this moment! Only being coerced by pure power, it can collapse only after completing its final "mission".

At this moment, Fourteen gave up all his defenses, handed over all defenses to the negative Yuejia on his body, and penetrated all his strength into this sword.

To divide life and death.

This sword will divide life and death!

The battle seems to be coming to an end at this moment.

But Wang Yiwu still just held his fist.

His eyes were terribly harsh.

Punch in, punch out, punch out, punch out.

At this moment, Wang Yiwu threw two punches.

One punch up, one punch forward.

It was such a simple two actions, but they were so fast that they seemed to appear at the same time. It was as if there were two fists blasting in different directions at the same time.

The upward punch exploded the air, setting off a huge wave of air, and overturning Chong Xuansheng who was high in the sky!

And the forward punch seemed to travel through time and space, and hit Shishi's abdomen and negative Yue's cold hard armor.

With the contact point of his fist as the center, the cracks in the entire mountainous mountain of negative armor spread rapidly like a spider web, and the whole thing exploded!

But at this moment, that epee just approached Wang Yiwu's shoulder.

Then, following the blasted body of Fourteen, he pulled away from above his shoulders. Only halfway through, it shattered into countless black iron filings, covering half of Wang Yiwu's shoulders. The rest fluttered and fell to the ground.

Losing Fourteen's will, the epee disintegrated on its own, even more shattered than the negative Yuejia.

Chong Xuansheng struggled to stabilize his figure in the air, and suddenly turned his head, only to see that silent, familiar figure flying backwards, with countless pieces of armor falling from his body like butterflies.

Showing that graceful, helpless body.

His face was pale and his hair was flying.