Zong Wu: I'm going to stand up and brush up my favorability

Nagus Yamuhe was holding a spear. He was tall and strong, and his eyes were fixed on Leng Xue, as if he was observing a dying person.

Standing cold-blooded with a sword in his hand, his pupils faintly glowed with green light, like a wolf ready to go, his eyes never leave Nagus Yamuhe for a moment.

Both of them have a strong murderous and evil spirit.

Without waiting for others to urge them, the two yelled and rushed towards each other.

Yamu and the spear sank vigorously, as if the air had been pierced through, with a bang.

Cold-blooded and unrelenting, the sword was extremely strong and fierce, colliding with the spear without any fear.

The sword and the spear intersected, and the cold-blooded strength that had not been berserk was slightly weaker, and was sent flying by the spear.

Yamu and his figure paused slightly, and a force was unloaded to the ground.

When Leng Xue was in the air and had no time to return to defense, he attacked again with a spear.

In the air, the cold-blooded maniac exploded, his pupils turned green completely, his face was ferocious, and his fangs protruded from his mouth.

A roar resembling a man or a beast came out of his mouth, and he abruptly made a posture of returning to defense in the air.

The swords and spears intersected, splashing sparks.

Yamuhe was secretly surprised that the man in front of him had become like the wolf king on the grassland, and his strength was not so strong.

It's a collision of strength and power.

The sword is short and the spear is long.

Cold-blooded bullying and advancing, wanting to make dangerous moves.

Yamu and the spear retreated with them, and kept refusing to be cold-blooded from the spear.

Fifty strokes passed in a blink of an eye, and the sound of thunder exploded, and the air waves surged.

Seeing Nayam's reconciliation in cold blood, he couldn't help being a little impatient.

His madness can't last for too long, if it continues, there is a risk of losing his mind.

But Da Zhou had already lost once before, and he didn't want to lose again.

There was another roar, and the fangs in Leng Xue's mouth were completely exposed.

At this moment, he seemed to have completely become a wolf, a wolf that walked upright.

The long sword was discarded by him, his arms were swollen, his hands turned into iron claws, extremely sharp, and he struck Yamuhe with one claw.

Yamuhe didn't dare to be careless, and defended with a spear.

Leng Xue's claw hit the middle of the spear shaft. The spear shaft was made of unknown material, and Leng Xue's strong force only bent it down.

"What a great power!"

Yamuhe struggled a little, bowed his body, his veins bulged, and pushed Leng Xue out with all his strength.

The cold-blooded feet slid a certain distance on the ground, and the soles of the shoes had already been worn out.

Then he stopped his figure, kicked his right foot, and rushed towards Nagusi Yamuhe again at an extremely fast speed.

Yamuhe's eyes were slightly condensed, seeing Leng Xue rushing straight towards him, he sent his hands away, and pointed the tip of the spear at Leng Xue to stab him.

On the top of the spear tip, true energy adhered to it, making it even more sharp.

Leng Xue didn't dodge or evade, as if courting death, he ran towards the tip of the spear.

At the critical moment, Leng Xue dodged sideways, and the sharp qi tore through his clothes, drawing a deep bloodstain on his chest.

But for some reason, there wasn't much blood flowing out of the bloodstain, instead it looked like it was about to heal.

Before Yamuhe could be surprised, the spear had already been grasped by Leng Xue.

There was a roar from Leng Xue, and he lifted the spear together with Yamuhe.

With another swing, if Yamuhe didn't let go of the spear, he would have a close contact with the ground.

With such strength, and the ground is so hard, he would lose half of his life if he didn't die.

Yamuhe made a decisive decision, let go of the spear in the air, and was thrown flying out.

This time it was changed to a cold-blooded pursuit of victory, and rushed to Yamuhe again at an extremely fast speed.

Yamuhe's kung fu is basically on that spear, and there is no effective way to deal with the cold-blooded bullying.

It can only be punched in the past.

Leng Xue's eyes had turned from green to red at this time, and he completely lost his mind.

The sharp claws turned from both hands were even more ferocious, and they just threw it at Yamuhe in the air.

Ten scarlet sharp qi intersected each other, like ten sharp blades colliding with Yamuhe's gray-gold fist.

Not surprisingly, the gray-golden fist print was instantly annihilated.

Yamuhe is about to be dismembered.

But the reason why the Heaven-Human Realm is the Heaven-Human Realm is because they have surpassed the understanding of the innate masters and great masters.

Meng Chixing waved his sleeves, and the arena was calm again.

This battle was the most refreshing one for all audiences to watch, and the collision of strength and power made people's blood boil.

In contrast, the scene between Chu Liuxiang and Cheng Kun was a bit hip.

The scene between Lin Beiwang and Ye Gucheng was alright, but it was too fast, with an instant orgasm, making people unprepared.

Although Meng Chixing saved Yamuhe, Lengxue had completely lost his mind. He could only suppress Lengxue while announcing: "Da Zhou wins."

Then, looking at the frantic cold blood, there was nothing to do for a while.

Seeing this, the celestial man surnamed Jiang looked towards the palace wall and asked, "Boy Lin, do you have a way to deal with this person now?"

Cold-blooded is like this now, it is said that it is because of wolf's poison, but the essence is that the brain has been stimulated.

Seeing the orders from the Heavenly Man surnamed Jiang, Lin Beiwang said nothing, jumped off the palace wall, and came straight for Leng Xue.

A silver needle with a length of five inches was inserted from the cold-blooded Baihui acupoint, and the fingertips flicked lightly.

In the next instant, the cold-blooded face turned soft, the arms returned to normal, and the claws were retracted.

Then the whole person fainted.

Meng Chixing was slightly surprised.

This kid named Lin Beiwang is not only good at martial arts, but also has excellent medical skills. It can be said that he is very talented to achieve such achievements at such an age.

Which old monster can teach such an outstanding disciple?

On the palace wall, Basiba also looked at Lin Bei, with approval but also a trace of apprehension. Looking at Lin Bei, he seemed to see the shadow of another person.

Then he looked at Zhao Min, his disciple seemed to be related to Lin Beiwang, maybe he could plan something.

In this way, Lin Beiwang was targeted by several big bosses without knowing it.

Seeing that Leng-Blood's condition had stabilized, Jiang surnamed Tianren said: "Boy Lin, take him back!"

Lin Beiwang stared at the Heavenly Man surnamed Jiang with wide eyes, and said silently in his heart, "Old Jiang, are you sure?"

I have the urge to hit him, what should I do?
Lin Beiwang did as he did, but instead of hugging it back, he roughly grabbed Leng-Blood's back collar and carried it back directly.

Nor did he bid farewell to the heavenly man surnamed Jiang.

As he walked, he complained in his heart: "I have never hugged another woman with my hands except for one ruthless hug. He is a man who wants me to hug him, and he wants to eat ass."

The Heavenly Man surnamed Jiang looked at Lin Beiwang's leaving direction, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

I may have made a slip of the tongue just now, but you, Lin boy, wouldn't vent your anger on Leng Xue!At any rate, he is a warrior who shed blood for me, such a posture is quite indecent.

If you are angry, come at me!