Zhutian Avenue

The martyrdom was mottled, and the sword was dark red.

Seems to be ordinary, but it contains infinite killings.

Cut off the stage, no one can kill without immortal!

Luan Qisheng made use of the name of beheading Sendai, but it was his own murderous power.

The heart is the gate of God, and the lungs are the heart.

Behind Tianmen Gate, Xianxiantai appears!

The heart is blood, the lungs are qi, and the intersection of the heart and lungs is the burst of qi and blood, and it is also the murderous crack!

Boom!

记 This note came out bombarded.

It seems that there is endless blood bursting out, and Morin's killing intention has made the surrounding air extremely cold.

的 The turbulent weather waves seemed to be fleeing one after another. It seemed that the invisible and dusty airflow was escaped by this murderous fright.

"This guy is so killing!"

Wang Jianglong, who was far away, felt that his neck was cold, as if he saw a dark red stab full of blood, and his scalp was numb with a strong sense of killing.

The spiritual will of Xun Shenmai is extremely strong, and it is easier to see the 'God' meaning in An Qisheng's moves.

Or, spirituality.

Wu martial arts has spirituality, as if it is the finishing touch of the dragon.

And the spirituality, or ‘God’, in this distracting hand is awesome.

Almost, it is necessary to show the real world in a substantive way!

A person who has not fused his veins has the ‘God’ spirituality that the owner ’s veins must move.

How shocking this is.

He completely believes that this person only needs to have enough natural treasures. In this way, he can cast a guillotine with spirituality, and the chance of being promoted is ten percent!

Wang Jianglong, who was watching from the side, was already like this, and the red sun prince who bears the brunt naturally felt a thousand times stronger!

He just felt as if he had been pushed to the stage, and the endless killing sword in the dark red had been cut to his neck.

Han Senhan!

Kill it!

Relentless and cruel!

Under the relentless cold killing intentions, he even produced the pain that he had cut his throat and decapitated.

His bones, flesh, soul, and even spirit seemed to be divided into two under this guillotine!

Under the horrible killing intention, the Red Sun King felt a long-lost crisis, and his pupils were instantly bloodshot.

The sound of wrath is like thunder breaking through:

"Zhuqiqimai, dare to shoot at the old man!"

With a roar, the big Sun God shouted again!

害 The death in midair became the surface of the water, and the air wall visible to the naked eye spread from the whole body, pushing the air flow in all directions, trying to exclude everything.

At the same time, already a fierce punch, even more fierce, under the bombardment, it seems like a burning meteor fell to the ground.

I am full of momentum!

"Dalin God?"

With his palm knife waving, An Qisheng was surprisingly peaceful.

His spirit seems to have been suspended in the sky, not moved by all things, in the fierce killing, but his heart is like a mirror, reflecting everything around him.

The bursting airflow, the fierce howling wind, the burning air, the fierce qi of God, and every trivial reaction of the Red Sun King, even if it is just the opening and closing of pores.

He is all in his eyes.

A hand-knife is not to cut at will, but to calculate all situations and reactions in one's heart, and the timing, location, strength, speed of the shots are all exerted to the extreme!

More importantly, he has seen this scene more than once in his dream.

There is nothing perfect, it is an impervious wall, which is also flawed in nature.

And as long as there are weaknesses, you can cut!

I can break it!

Boom!

The air wave burst in mid-air, bombarding the Quartet like a substantial wave.

The violent and treacherous gods collided violently with An Qisheng's stern wind, but under the bombardment of the veins, they did not retreat.

In the midst of raging wind, facing the fierce punch from the chest and the killing intention of the Red Sun King, his waving palm knife did not hesitate at all!

He is walking through the deities, which are like substance, as if walking in another dimension.

Straightly chopped to the neck of the Red Sun King!

"what!"

In the final moment, the Red Sun King finally showed his determination for decades.

He shook his shoulders and folded his neck back under the palm of his sword.

Xi Gangsheng greeted An Qisheng's palm knife with his arm.

At the same time, the fist prints that fell like a meteor smashed between An Qisheng's chest and abdomen!

Laozi climbed out of the blood and blood, would he be afraid to fight you? !!

Wang Hongri's eyes were bloodshot, and An Qisheng's eyes were reflected in the burning flames.

Uh ~

Blood light spray!

Then in a muffled sound like hammering a drum, two figures flew out one by one.

"Then how did he do it?"

In the distance, Wang Jianglong's heart shook, and then he felt a little sorry.

That man can almost promote the veins, but if he eats this big sun fist, he will be seriously injured.

Woohoo ~~~

In the lingering wind, the Red Sun King Shengsheng stopped the upside-down trend, and then grabbed his hand, the airflow rolled back, and grabbed an arm full of blood, almost holding half his arm in his hand.

按 One touch on the wound.

Under the blessing of strong divine will, his anger was throbbing like thunder, and the wound grew into granules visible to the naked eye, and he bit his arm that was flowing with blood.

Resumption of severed limbs!

It ’s impossible to regenerate God ’s physical body with broken fingers, but the arm that has just fallen off can be connected!

"He can crack my big sun **** ?!"

King Hongri ’s face was gloomy, and his expression looked at An Qisheng who had fallen to the ground:

"It's enough to be proud to kill me!"

He was very clear about the power of his punch. It was a city wall, and it was enough to blast into a fan. Although this man was arrogant beyond his imagination.

But it definitely can't live.

自然 He naturally knew his attack very well. Under that bombardment, he clearly didn't feel too strong infuriating resistance.

算 Even if the old bald donkey Longxiang Zen Master who heard the world's Longxiang Law Temple with Heng Lianwen heard it, he would never dare to resist his punch with a pure body.

But suddenly, his pupils shrink.

I saw An Qisheng slamming into the ground, almost touching the ground, his body suddenly turned, his feet turned at the last moment, stepping on the mountain forest like ruins.

This unloading force broke out.

The sand was flying across the ruins, the earth shook like waves, and the countless fumes rose into the sky.

Suddenly, in the smoke, An Qisheng stood up again, breaking the heavy air flow in one fell swoop.

In the blast of thunderous air, his clothes were hunting, his chest glowing with radiance, leaving a substantial scarlet punch.

But the fist print disappeared when An Qisheng soared into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, it was already white.

His punch that is enough to blast the mountain and break the city has left no trace!

"how can that be?"

The Red Sun King changed his color completely, and a hint of coldness appeared in his heart.

What is this martial art?

How could he take his fist without incident?

"Good practice, good practice!"

In the distance, Wang Jianglong could not help but sigh.

His body moved, like the rain of a dragon king, where the water vapor transpired and the fireworks extinguished, but it shuttled towards the battlefield.

Before the encounter between the Red Sun King and Cao Tianzhang, Liu Yanchang and others, he did not want to intervene because neither of them was a good thing in his opinion.

It's different now.

A warrior who dares to slam the Grand Master of the veins with Qi Qi, how can he sit and watch him die here?

"That man is ......... the blood monster An Qisheng ?!"

On top of the sky, the **** catcher who had just applied the ointment to the Golden Eagle King's wound changed suddenly.

With his eyesight, naturally, he could see at a glance that the undead who collided with the Red Sun King was the blood demon An Qisheng.

"Hardly resisted the Red Sun, and the King made a full blow and cut off his arm ..."

Caotian Tian's eyes brightened, and some hearts:

"Our East Factory needs such talents! It's a pity ......."

"This person will not die, but he will also suffer from the imperial court in the future!"

There was a hint of dread in the light of catching the gods, killing intention.

The body of Qiqimai can compete with the Red Sun King who is considered to be strong among the gods. If it becomes a god, then what?

This is different from Yun Haitian and Wang Jianglong's several battles. Yun Haitian's nine spirits achieved, Wang Jianglong did not mean to kill, the two are more likely to argue.

Where is this man so fierce, he even cut off the arm of the Red Sun King!

All at once, his mind receded.

As soon as he thought, the Golden Eagle King fell into the sky and slowly walked towards the place where the two were at war.

"Old man!"

Luan Qisheng rose into the air, with a long shout, arms stretched out, ten fingers in a row, but again slaughtered:

"Come again!"

The qi pulse has been completely completed. After the qi can interact with the heavens and the earth, the biggest effect on An Qisheng is not a short air flight, but after a complete qi cycle has been achieved.

Both the senses and others have been greatly improved, and he can perfectly perform many powerful martial arts he has figured out for a long time.

For example, the anode gold body of Luyang, the dragon elephant body of the Dragon Elephant Temple, and many other martial arts practiced almost on him!

At the moment when his Qi pulse was complete, he had mastered it completely. Although there was no time to integrate all the innovations, but with his complicated Qi pulse and physical strength, combined with these many martial arts exercises,

Which is more powerful?

It's like a jackpot!

After having no Qimai, these various exercises ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Even with his physique at this time, hardly connecting the punch, not to mention serious injuries, at least minor injuries, but with this parallel to each other, each other is in perfect harmony Practice martial arts.

The fist of King Hongri Fa is no longer unbearable to him.

The injury he suffered was not more than healed himself!

Humming ~

The quintessence of boxing skills flowed through his heart. He lifted his left hand and blasted out Nantianmen, and his right hand was like a fish swimming in the water. Birds were flying in the sky.

Cut again with a blow to Sendai!

"My husband doesn't believe it!"

Xun Hongri the prince laughed angrily and threw down again.

His chopped arm has not healed yet. When he moved, the wound spurted blood instantly.

But he did not care about it. He made a fist, like a big sun, and a fist like a shooting star.

Hit hundreds of punches between the fingers and kill An Qisheng on the spot!

If he can't kill even a single pulse, he talks about He Taiyin and Wuji, and talks about Tianren Avenue?

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

巨 The loud noise in the sky is constant, as if Lei Hai landed on the earth.

For a moment, the two did not know how many times they bombarded, the clouds rolled in mid-air, and the momentum was huge.

boom!

A muffled sound, like a cymbal, sounded.

Zhe Anqi stiffly carried Rushan's boxing marks, five fingers spread out, and with an unwilling roar, he ripped off the arm of the Red Sun King.

And a handful, knead into meat puree!