"Who is presumptuous in the south of the city!"
Liu Wei'an's retreat area exploded, rubble shot in all directions, and powerful spiritual thoughts enveloped the entire south of the city in an instant. All the scenes came into my mind, and when I saw everything that happened clearly, an unprecedented murderous intent emerged from the bottom of my heart, and it turned into a volcanic eruption in an instant, causing the sky and the clouds to change color, and the clouds seemed to be a little darker.
The faceless head was chopped off, and the body was smashed into pieces, leaving only one head crookedly on the ground, with eyes wide open, unrepentant. The body of Luotuo Xiangzi is still there, but the heart is gone, leaving a big hole with blood bubbling.
Fat Dragon was the worst, all the flesh was gone, only a skeleton was left, and it was not dead yet. The internal organs squeezed inside the skeleton were steaming, and the heart was still beating. Feilong tried his best to open his eyes, glaring at Venerable Kurong, wanting to cry in pain, but endured it.
The corpses are all over the place, all of them are Ping An soldiers. The death conditions are all kinds of strange, and there is almost no uniformity. Some had their whole body broken, some had their internal organs smashed, and some had their throats twisted... Many people died instantly, with no pain on their faces.
The blood almost stained the ground red, extremely tragic.
Tang Dingdong, the instructor of the Ping An team, was not spared either. Venerable Ku Rong did not show mercy just because Tang Dingdong was a girl.
Nie Pohu didn't die, not because of his strength or good luck, but because Venerable Ku Rong deliberately tortured him. There were 18 arrows stuck on his body, all on his hands and feet, arranged in a strange way, as if they were some kind of formation. The places where many arrows were pierced were vital points, but Nie Pohu survived. There is a magical force supporting his vitality, but the pain is endless.
Beads of sweat rolled down from Nie Pohu's brow, his clothes were already soaked, his face was terribly pale, and his veins were exposed, but he didn't say a word, trying to keep himself awake. Knowing that it was impossible, he still tried hard to stretch out his fingers, and the bow that never left his body fell under his feet. It was so close, but he couldn't touch it at all, as if the end of the world.
With a muffled groan, Xu Banxian flew out, the mirror shot up into the sky, and the signboard landed obliquely. The bell was still in his hand, but the sound was messy and disturbing, without the soul-stirring power.
Venerable Kurong's eyes flashed brightly. The battle could have ended long ago, but this blind man blocked it many times.
His killer move abruptly doubled the time. With a movement of his body, he left a series of afterimages in the void. He caught up with Xu Banxian in an instant, and slashed down obliquely with his palm like a knife. I want to end this boring fight.
As strong as Kurong Venerable, flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people, and the sharpness of the hand knife is not much weaker than the magic weapon. Although Xu Banxian is blind, his perception of the outside world is much more sensitive than his normal eyes. As soon as Venerable Kurong moved, he noticed it. He wanted to respond, but Venerable Kurong's speed was too fast, just as his tattered Taoist robe bulged, Venerable Kurong's hand knife was already in front of him. The breath of death covered like a tide, Xu Banxian was used to counting people's bad luck, but when it was his turn, it didn't work.
He saw his eyeballs roll over, and he yelled, "Wei An called me—"
"I can't save you even if the king of heaven comes." Venerable Kurong said in a flat tone, as if he was telling the undeniable truth of 1+1=2. However, as soon as his voice fell, his face changed.
"Great Judgment Fist!"
Liu Wei'an opened his fist hundreds of meters away. As soon as the opening gesture was released, the sky and the earth sensed, the light became dim, and the thunder sounded faintly in the void. When the fist was completed, the power of judgment had already reached in front of Venerable Kurong, and the situation changed. , the earth cracked.
The power of one punch seems to destroy the world.
Xu Banxian had never felt such a terrifying fist, so much so that he even forgot Venerable Kurong, looked at the infinitely expanding fist, and remembered a certain legend.
Maybe it was stimulated by the death of his subordinates, or maybe after healed, the spirit has sublimated to a new level. Liu Weian himself did not expect that the punch with anger would produce such power. .
Venerable Ku Rong had two choices, the knife in his hand remained unchanged, he killed Xu Banxian, but he might be injured, the second choice was to temporarily change his tactics, he was unwilling to make this choice, he hated being coerced, but in the end He still changed his tactics.
"Kurong Palm!"
One withered and one prosperous, the power of life and death transforms to form the power to destroy the world. When he was alive, Venerable Kurong's face turned red and glowing, like a well-maintained rich man. When he died, his face turned into a skeleton, like a dehydrated mummy, with only a layer of dry skin covering the bones. a person in two forms
It is more exciting than magic magic.
boom-
Fists and palms collided, and the terrifying sound was compressed between dimensions. Liu Weian froze for a moment, and the next moment, the bright light in the depths of his dark eyes erupted, and the terrifying breath rushed straight from the sky. Yun Xiao punched out again.
"Great Judgment Fist!"
Venerable Ku Rong's complexion changed drastically twice, different from the regular ones before, these two color changes seemed hasty. Seeing Liu Wei'an's second punch with almost no interval, his eyes were a little gloomy. With his current status, he seldom took action, and even fewer people dared to take the initiative to attack him. Most of the masters could not pass the level of Daotong.
Those who are really qualified to fight with him have no chance to attack at all, but from Liu Weian, he really feels the oppression. This made him extremely embarrassed.
"Kurong Palm!"
In the blink of an eye, the two collided for the second time. This time, neither of them could control their strength. A little power was released, and the ground cracked instantly, and the spider web spread for hundreds of meters. Xu Banxian, who had not yet escaped completely, was out of luck. He was caught by the storm. It hit the edge of the body, and with a wow, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and his face turned into a bitter melon face.
"Great Judgment Fist!"
"Great Judgment Fist!"
"Great Judgment Fist!"
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At this moment, Liu Wei'an visualized the old lunatic, the person is still the same person, but the energy is very different from usual, and he has entered a certain mysterious and mysterious state, the power of the Great Judgment Fist has increased geometrically, and each punch is better than the other. heavy.
The thunder intensified and became loud and deafening.
When Venerable Kurong received the third punch, his palms began to tremble. When he received the fourth punch, his upper body began to shake. When he received the fifth punch, he took a step back, leaving deep footprints on the ground.
Liu Wei'an used his mind to keep his inner strength alive, to support the terrible consumption of the Great Judgment Fist. A normal punch would consume all the strength in the whole body. He blasted out twenty-eight punches in one breath, and finally, the last punch fell, Venerable Kurong's face changed twice in an instant, and finally returned to normal half red, half dry, with a smear of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were gloomy and terrifying, as if he wanted to eat people.