Heart Survey

Chapter 535 Fourteen!

Wang Yiwu strode wildly, facing the repulsive force of Zhongxuansheng's frantic drumming, and his pace became faster and faster.

Bang bang bang!
He stepped on the ground step by step, making a heavy muffled sound.This shows that in the confrontation with Zhongxuansheng, he has been unable to fully control his strength.

He is constantly releasing himself, constantly releasing stronger himself.

In the face of the fourteen crazy consecutive cuts, he also punched thousands of times.

Blood swept around his fist, twisting like a spirit.

His pace was firm, and he began to push Shi Shi and Chong Xuansheng backwards in reverse.

No victory without me.

Invincible without me.

The mighty rivers and mountains are split, and the murderous aura is like a tornado.

No self-killing fist!
"Is that all it takes?"

Wang Yiwu's fist "slows" down visually. It's not slow, but because the "potential" of this punch is too clear and deep, clearly appearing in front of us, so it makes people seem to be slowing down. illusion.

Raised high, slammed down!
"You will, Chong Xuanzun will do it, and it will be stronger!"

clang!
Fourteen, who was wearing heavy armor, was blasted away with his sword.

Chongxuan Sheng rushed forward, taking the place of Fourteen for the first time, and resisting Wang Yiwu.His right hand was already embarrassing to use, so he raised his left hand high, his fat hand turned into a knife, and he slashed vertically on his chest.

call!
Wherever the palm knife passed, the wind was shrill as a ghost crying.

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

It seems to be asking Wang Yiwu back, can Chongxuan follow this style?
Under this sword stance, Wang Yiwu was unable to move, as if he was being suppressed by the samurai in the execution ground, imprisoned by shackles, just waiting for the executioner to slash his head.

At such a time, his body began to have soldiers steaming out.

Either a knife, or a spear, or a gun, or a ge.

"kill!"

It wasn't someone's roar, but the soldiers condensed and screamed naturally.

Life and death are not only seen in the execution field?
Tens of thousands of troops rushed to kill on the battlefield, life and death in an instant.

It is the power against the power, the kill against the kill.

Before the approaching "decapitation knife", a fist of steel appeared.It is strong, direct, and fearless.

With an iron fist against the palm of the knife, one touch will be divided.

At the most critical moment, Chong Xuansheng withdrew his saber stance, but his fat body moved like a frightened deer.

He is best at a delicate combination of Taoism, fighting like chess, taking every step for the camp, and unknowingly trapping his opponent to death.However, Wang Yiwu, driving the Selfless Killing Fist, has already managed to use his strength to break the skill. He is not afraid of simple Taoist damage at all. Whatever he is, he will also blow away with one punch, just to restrain his fighting style.

Wisdom is like Chong Xuansheng, of course he knows that his old fighting style will not work, and he will not make that useless attempt from the beginning.

At this moment, the other person is at a high altitude, his right hand is holding a hammer, and his left hand is covered on his right.Manipulate the heavy spell on itself, causing the whole person to fall faster than when it bounces.

Hit the hammer!

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

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

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

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

In this "non-existence", the palm he supported disappeared, his open fingers closed, and his fist appeared again, punching into the sky!
The fist slammed on the hammer of Zhong Xuansheng, against his fat body, and rushed straight up!

The sound was annihilated.

It was retrieved again by the sharp breaking wind.

Fourteen, who had been blown away before, flew again at this time, holding the heavy sword in both hands, and slashed without fear of death.

Wang Yiwu had no choice but to withdraw his fists, and instead confronted Fourteen.

At this time, Chong Xuansheng was blasted into the sky, his back had hit the roof, almost reaching the limit of the "silent decapitation order", and there was no room to move behind him.

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

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

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

From the start of the war to the present, he has been making accurate choices, but the naked power gap has allowed the war to develop into such a situation step by step.

He hit the "boundary" directly with his back elbow, and the marked force of the "Silent Beheading Order" knocked him back.

So he "falls" again, clasping his fingers together.

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

In fact, Wang Yiwu had already fully adapted to the influence of heavy art directly imposed on him by Chong Xuansheng at this time. As he said, the power of heavy art, Chongxuan Sheng would meet, and Chong Xuan Zun would also have it, and it was stronger.

He has faced these tricks before.

Therefore, in the face of this grip that broke out after Zhongxuan Sheng's long battle, he only had a pause of less than half a breath.

But it was this pause that ushered in the violent explosion of the fourteenth.

Fourteen's sword stance has always been simple and direct, and it sees life and death.The same is true of Wang Yiwu's fist.The two were fighting together, the strong collided with the strong, and the ferocity faced the ferocity.

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

Fourteen pairs of heavy swords cut into the boxing range. At this moment, it seemed that endless power penetrated into the heavy swords, and the black heavy swords even shattered at this moment!It is only bound by pure power, and it can collapse only after completing its final "mission".

At this moment, Shi Shi gave up all his defenses, handed all his defenses to his body armor, and put all his strength into this sword.

To divide life and death.

This sword force is about life and death!

The battle seemed to come to an end at this moment.

And Wang Yiwu still just held his fist.

His gaze was horribly grim.

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

At this moment, Wang Yiwu threw two punches.

One punch up, one punch forward.

It's such a simple two actions, but they seem to appear at the same time.It seems that there are two fists at the same time, blasting in different directions.

An upward punch, blasting the air, setting off a huge wave of air, overturning the entire high-altitude Chong Xuansheng!
The punch forward seemed to travel through time, across space, and slammed into Shi Shi's abdomen, and slammed into the cold hard armor of Neuyue.

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

At this time, the heavy sword had just approached Wang Yiwu's shoulder.

Then, along with Shi Shi's body that was blown away, 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 the will of the fourteenth, the heavy sword collapsed on its own, and it was more crisp than the armor of the negative Yueyue.

Chong Xuansheng struggled to stabilize his body in the air, and turned back suddenly, only to see that silent, familiar figure unable to fly backwards, and the countless pieces of armor fell from his body like butterflies.

Showing that wonderful, helpless body.

His face was pale, and his long hair fluttered.

(End of this chapter)