The iron rod contained mysterious energy and was incredibly powerful. Even the barbarians who were born with thick skin and thick flesh could not withstand it. They were beaten until their skin was split open and their flesh spattered, and blood flowed wildly.
The bellicose blood in Yang Wu's body boiled, and he laughed and said: "Let's get more people who can fight, because you are too weak!"
Yang Wu's laughter fell, the iron rod was thick, and the mysterious energy was like a storm, wreaking havoc on the four injured barbarians. They couldn't retreat at all, and they couldn't stop them.
When Yang Wu put away the iron rod, the four barbarians were already covered in blood and fell into a pool of blood.
Yang Wu didn't look at them either. The iron rod hung on the ground. As he ran forward, the iron rod created a burst of fierce sparks.
Once those prison slaves who are not afraid of life and death approach, they will be whipped away with a stick, and no one can stop them.
Soon, a bloody road appeared in the first area. It was all the blood of prison slaves. It paved a long road, which was extremely shocking.
The guards who were watching secretly felt their scalps numb. The young man dragging the iron rod was as powerful as any of the bosses.
If such a young man wanted to escape from prison, the district chief would have to intervene to stop him.
As far as Yang Wu walked, Xiao Hei ran with him. No one could stop them.
Yang Wu's appearance finally alerted Shi Taisheng, one of the four bosses of the alliance, who was also sitting in the nearby mountains as king.
Shi Taisheng appeared in front of Yang Wu with his bare hands. He stood on the commanding heights like an iron tower, like a King Kong, with piercing eyes and astonishing momentum.
Once, Shi Taishengtai tore seven or forty-nine soldiers and one general of the Great Xia Dynasty alive on the battlefield before being captured.
Now that he is a prisoner, his power is still undiminished, and he has become the boss of the prison slaves. Although it is difficult to get rid of this identity for the rest of his life, he wants to kill a few more people from the Great Xia Dynasty before he is willing to do so. For example, the young man in front of him is what he wants most. The object of the hunt.
Even if such a young genius still has the possibility to soar into the sky in the mountain prison, then he, Shi Taisheng, will kill this genius and reduce the crisis for his compatriots.
This is also the reason why he, Shi Taisheng, lives an ignoble existence.
Shi Taisheng had the spirit of one man being in charge. He looked at the "petite" Yang Wu coldly, with no slightest hint of contempt in his eyes, but only a strong murderous aura.
The other prison slaves no longer surrounded Yang Wu and made room for Shi Taisheng. They believed that if Shi Taisheng took action, the young man in front of them would definitely die.
Yang Wu raised his head and looked at Shi Taisheng who was blocking him in front of him. He pointed the blood-stained iron rod in the distance and said, "Anyone who blocks me from the barbarians will die!"
From a young age, Yang Wu knew that the people of the Great Xia Dynasty were incompatible with the barbarians. He didn't know what was going on. It was either a territorial dispute or a racial dispute. In short, he was born with innate hostility. .
"Boss, kill him quickly, he has hurt many of our brothers!" a prison slave cried.
"Yes, don't let him go. He's too arrogant. I really thought there was no one in our first area!" Another prison slave said.
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Yang Wu now knew that the barbarian in front of him should be Shi Taisheng, a boss in the first area. He had long heard Xu Jiaohua talk about the situation in the first area. One of the four bosses was a barbarian.
"Hehe, what I like to break off most is the head of a young genius like you!" Shi Taisheng grinned at Yang Wu with his teeth bared.
"It is said that barbarians have well-developed limbs and simple minds. It seems that is true. You would hate being my servant!" Yang Wu sarcastically said.
Shi Taisheng's eyes darkened, and he walked towards Yang Wu with vigorous and heavy steps. Every step he took left a deep footprint on the ground, which showed how domineering his power was.
"Insult me as a barbarian, kneel down and give you a whole corpse!" Shi Taisheng shouted as he walked over, pressing down on Yang Wu with a strong momentum.
He was surrounded by light yellow energy, which was like snakes and pythons swimming around, majestic.
Yang Wu gently shook Mo Fa, who was not restrained, and said with a smile, "I'll give you the same words."
After saying that, Yang Wu faced him head-on. He was not afraid of Shi Taisheng at all. He just hoped that Shi Taisheng's strength would not disappoint him.
Shi Taisheng raised his gaze and punched Yang Wu with a yellow fist. The one-foot-and-a-half fist was like a snake python roaring and biting people.
The power of this punch is so overbearing that it can crack rocks and open mountains. It is not something that an ordinary top warrior would dare to take.
Yang Wu could clearly see the trajectory of Shi Taisheng's attack. He could have avoided it first and then looked for an opportunity to strike, but he didn't do that. Instead, he concentrated the power of his palm and punched the punch.
boom!
Fists and palms intertwined, and different forces splashed out. The two were deadlocked on the spot, neither of them giving an inch. Their hair and clothes were flying, and the dust and gravel near them were flying.
Shi Taisheng's eyes widened, as if two divine rays of light flashed, and he punched out again. The mouth of the snake and python opened wide, trying to choose someone to devour.
Yang Wu's other palm was like a wave, and the spiral force was like a small vortex condensed in the palm to meet the snake and python.
The fists and palms collided together again, and they were still evenly matched. No one could stand up to the other.
"I don't believe you can be stronger than me!" Shi Taisheng shouted angrily, pumping his fist and punching again, his strength even higher.
Yang Wu also closed his palm and then released it, his strength also rising.
boom! boom!
Yang Wu and Shi Taisheng were fighting hard, and no one was willing to give in. Two different colors of profound energy kept bursting out between their palms and fists. It was exciting to fly around them.
The prison slaves around him were stunned when they saw it. It was hard for them to imagine that such a young man could actually compete with the barbarian Shi Taisheng. Even the three bosses in the first area would hardly have such ability.
"Damn it, I'm going to crush you with one punch!" Shi Taisheng became more and more anxious as he punched. He roared, all the profound energy in his body was running, and the brute force in his body was crazily concentrated on his fists, and he blasted at Yang Wu at the same time. Smash it away.
Savage python fist!
This is Shi Taisheng's fighting fist, which can produce at least fifteen cauldrons of force, enough to smash huge rocks into powder.
Yang Wu had already realized that Shi Taisheng was trying his best. He took a step back. Tai Shang Jiu Xuan Jue and Dragon Turtle Suppressing Water Jue were operating to the extreme. The power in his body was drawn out crazily, and two vortexes condensed in the palm of his hand. It became even more urgent, and there seemed to be the sound of "whirlpool" contained in it. He first shouted loudly: "I just used 80% of my strength, and now I defeat you with 90% of my strength!"
When his voice fell, he pushed forward hard with both palms.
This was definitely more than twenty cauldrons of power, and the spiraling water waves blasted the python into pieces.
Shi Taisheng's arms were spattered with blood, and traces of blood seeped out. He stepped backwards, and with every step he took, a deep pit appeared on the ground.
Yang Wu made a strong effort, like a dragon and a turtle panning water, he rushed forward and continued to slap hard with his palms.
Shi Taisheng's hands were trembling, but he had to raise his fists to fight again.
Shi Taisheng was knocked back again, but he still did not fall down. The blood between his arms seeped more, and the pain made his expression more and more uncomfortable.
Yang Wu continued to pump and wave his palms, like a tide, one wave going away, another wave coming again, continuously.
At this moment, he realized more and more the subtleties of the Wave Splitting Palm, and the stage of Dacheng became more and more mature. I am afraid that it won't be long before he can practice this palm to perfection.
Under the seventh impact, Shi Taisheng's arms were bent and his bones were broken. His body fell heavily to the ground, creating a human-shaped pit on the ground and raising a cloud of dust.
Shi Tai had thick skin and thick flesh, so he would not die so easily. He thought about getting up, but a foot had already stepped on his chest, directly denting his chest.
puff!
Shi Tai spat out a mouthful of blood in anger, and his whole body became impotent, and it was difficult for him to have any fighting power at all.
Yang Wu stepped on Shi Taisheng, looked down at Shi Taisheng and pronounced his verdict: "All the red steel stones you collected belong to me."
"Haha... I can't leave the mountain prison at all, and how can I have the red steel stone? You think too much!" Shi Tai was still laughing wildly even when he was about to die.
Yang Wu shouted with murderous intent: "There is no red steel stone, so what use do you have!"
Shi Taisheng wanted to punch Yang Wu's feet open, but unfortunately Yang Wu used his strength at this time and stepped on his chest, causing him to die on the spot.
"He...he actually killed Boss Shi. Let's avenge him together!"
"That's right, we are doomed to die when we are captured here, so we can be considered profitable if we work together to kill this kid!"
"He has consumed a lot of power, so let's kill him now."
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The captive barbarians here screamed repeatedly, and they each carried iron crows or rocks to kill Yang Wu.
They had already accepted death. It didn't matter to them whether they died one day earlier or one day later, but they were satisfied if they could kill a few more people from the Great Xia Dynasty.
Yang Wu stretched out a hand and grabbed the iron bar thrown on the ground. Xiao Hei appeared on his shoulder again. He laughed and said, "Xiao Hei, let's have a good fight together today!"
Yang Wu waved the iron rod, like a long dragon, sweeping across thousands of troops. Many of the iron crows he had hit were knocked off their hands, the rocks were smashed, and the blood of the barbarian prison slaves was splashed on the spot.
Yang Wu really wasn't in the mood to kill all these barbarians. He headed towards other mountains and killed no one who could be his general.
Many of these prison slaves were afraid of being killed. This young man's strength had no bottom. If other warriors were to be exhausted and killed like this, they would be surrounded and killed.
On a mountain not far away, there were dozens of prison slaves guarding each other. Three of them stood at the highest point. They had already seen the scene of Yang Wu killing him, and their eyes were exposed. A bit solemn.
These three prison slaves are the boss of the alliance, Scud Ai FeiLi, zombie Han Qing Wu and Harley Quinn Leng Mei.
In their opinion, this young man's fighting ability is no less than theirs, or even a little stronger. This is a fact they find difficult to accept.
"What a terrifying life!" Ai Feili, who looked middle-aged and elderly, sighed.