Alienated Martial Arts.

Chapter 162 Crazy (please order ticket)
In the outskirts of Fucheng, there is a wild forest on the left side of the road.

Suddenly, two rolling thunderclaps exploded on the ground at the same time.

Deacon Qi hissed and roared, and swung forward with all his strength.

It hit the big black and red hand that fell from top to bottom.

Click!

The two palms are handed over to one place.

Deacon Qi's complexion suddenly changed.

From hysterical madness to endless fear and despair.

At this moment, he finally understood why Wen Qi acted so weak after confronting this person.

He also really felt it.

What a terrifying power is contained in that burst of black and red true energy.

He hadn't really reached the realm of six turns of qi and blood, so he hadn't entered the next stage of true energy into the body.

At this time, facing the real crushing attack, he has already suffered a big loss in an instant.

but……

To take a step back, even if there is no real power in black and red.

The two simply competed and exploded with anger and blood.

It turned out that he was also slightly at a disadvantage.

Deacon Qi also couldn't figure out why a martial artist who practiced heretics and crippled methods would have even bigger and more surging Qi and blood than his hard-working Quanzhen!
The two palms collided, and it ended in the defeat of one side in an instant.

Wei Tao slumped his shoulders and twisted his body, with his left palm carrying overwhelming momentum, he slapped away Qi Deacon's counterattack, and continued to press down.

It was printed heavily on Deacon Qi's forehead.

Click!

The deacon of the outer sect, who had practiced hard and was just a hair away from reaching rank six of Qi and blood, suddenly twisted and misplaced, and slammed to the ground.

Smash the freshly melted frozen soil into a big pit.

the other side direction.

Deacon Ping was overjoyed, and a Demon-Breaking God Fist whizzed down.

Aimed at Wei Tao's neck.

But he was twisted by his heavy shoulders at the last moment, avoiding the vital point of his neck.

He greeted him with his right shoulder.

"You are old in moves, so you just want to use your shoulders to carry the Pomoshen Fist?"

"It's wishful thinking, it only takes one blow to shatter your shoulder!"

Deacon Ping's mood was agitated, and he did his best without reservation.

Click!

A black and red sarcoid protruded from the body.

The whole body exudes a bloody and strange breath.

Appeared below the fist at the last moment.

The Pomoshen Fist smashed on it without any fanfare.

It even splashed a bright spark.

The muffled thunder moved and rolled across the ground.

Snapped!
Under the violent collision, the black and red sarcoma exploded.

Wei Tao growled in pain, with blood overflowing from his mouth and nose, he didn't even look at Deacon Qi who had turned into a puddle of mud.

The herring under Hexia used its strength to start, and it jumped forward a distance of Zhangxu in an instant.

Then he turned his head abruptly, staring at Deacon Ping who had just stabilized his figure.

The eyes of the two met and they broke up instantly.

Deacon Ping shuddered.

He thought of Chief Wen who had just abandoned the battle and fled, and then looked at Senior Brother Qi who was already invisible a few steps away.

All the courage and confidence collapsed at this moment, and there was nothing left.

escape!
Must escape immediately!

Even Chief Wen ran away, and Senior Brother Qi died.

A group of elite Taoist soldiers also turned into corpses all over the ground.

He is the weakest among the three, what virtue and ability can he have to block the attack of this monster?
The spirit was instantly vented for thousands of miles.

There is no possibility of cohesion anymore.

Deacon Ping trembled all over, turned around and fled.

The muscles in both legs swelled and trembled violently.

Every time he took a step, he exploded a large mass of soil, and jumped several feet away.

Speeding wildly, he followed Wen Qi away.

"Don't let them go, not one of them!"

Wei Tao looked pale and vomited a mouthful of blood.

His eyes were icy cold, and the killing intent was almost overflowing.

Whoa!
All the remaining Heqiao Pills and Juyuan Pills were stuffed into the mouth.

Even the brocade box full of spirit fire tea, he stuffed it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it.

Take a deep breath, like breathing in a blazing flame.

A cloud of blood burst out of his body.

His stature was raised again on the basis of [-] meters, and the skin had been chapped in many places, and blood was flowing down.

Boom!
The ground shook violently.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up.

No cost, no damage.

Bu Bu Sheng Lian and He Xia Herring used all their strength, and in an instant they had already narrowed the distance with Deacon Ping.

"This speed!"

"Is he still human!?"

Deacon Ping felt the vibration of the ground, and heard the approaching footsteps, and almost fell into despair in his heart.

In an instant, no matter how close the footsteps were, a sharp whistle exploded in my ears.

"Can't escape!"

Deacon Ping had to face this terrible fact.

After an instant decision.

His legs suddenly exerted force and were nailed to the ground.

As soon as he turned his body around, he saw a terrifying claw with twisted muscles and superimposed black and red covering his head.

With this claw, Wei Tao did his best.

From the waist and buttocks to the arms, the muscles seemed to have their own life and come alive.

Crackling and beating violently, even tearing the skin again, bursting out blood mist.

"Breaking Demon God Fist, open!"

At the juncture of life and death, Deacon Ping shouted loudly.

Don't retreat, don't give in, don't dodge or avoid.

He stomped heavily on the ground and punched him from the front.

when!
In the depths of the wilderness, there seemed to be a deafening bell ringing suddenly.

Then it quickly spread out, arousing repeated echoes.

A huge figure dripping with blood whizzed past, and staggered a few times after landing.

Immediately, the bloody lotus bloomed, driving the figure to accelerate again, and continued to rush forward without stopping.

Deacon Ping has disappeared.

Where he was originally standing, a large pit nearly half a meter deep appeared.

A broken body lay prone on the bottom of the pit, and blood gushed out, quickly soaking the black soil below.

........................

puff!
A mouthful of blood gushed out.

Wen Qi raised his hand to wipe it away.

Immediately afterwards, it dripped down from the nostrils again.

Tick ​​tock fell on his chest.

He wiped and wiped, but couldn't get it clean.

So he simply didn't care about it, and let him keep dyeing his body red.

He just ran towards the direction of Qinglin Mountain, wishing he could fly back with wings on his back.

"That guy..."

Wen Qi let out a breath of bloody foul air heavily.

Until now, when he thinks of the terrifying body that seems to have risen from the dark blood prison, he can't help being shaken by it.

There was still a slight trembling all over his body.

He couldn't figure it out.

Why is that guy practicing heretics and broken methods, but he can still cultivate the true strength of covering the body?

What's even more unacceptable is that it's nothing more than that guy's cultivation is really strong.

Why is it possible to erupt with a more vigorous strength than him! ?
what is this! ?

Originally, in his opinion, the outer disciples were just physically gifted and stronger than other warriors.

No matter how powerful it is, at most it can reach the level of Junior Brother Qi.

Nothing to worry about at all.

But even so, he has been extremely cautious when making plans.

The mentality of "the lion fights the rabbit and does its best" has been achieved to the extreme.

First let a group of heretic warriors who have been subdued in secret try it out.

Then when he actually made a move, he would use the three outer sect deacons as the core, and a team of Taoist soldiers as the auxiliary.

Such elite and powerful strength.

This should be a big problem, a small job, and an overkill.

It's like crushing an ant and crushing that outer disciple to death.

However, the result was completely unexpected.

On the contrary, those heretic warriors were like a few ants, being gently crushed to death by that guy.

Did not test out the opponent's strength at all.

Next, he became the chief of Qinglin Bieyuan.

As a Quanzhen martial artist above Rank [-] of qi and blood, who has reached the level of refining true energy.

Couldn't even take it down.

Even because of a misjudgment, he didn't expect the other party to explode with such vigor and violence.

Later, he was disturbed by the sharp and distorted laughter, which led to a big loss in the head-on collision.

Fortunately, he made a decisive decision immediately.

At the expense of two hardcore subordinates, the gecko withdrew its tail and withdrew, thus saving its life.

Now that I have figured out the details of the other party, I can make more adequate preparations next time.

It is even possible for Qingye Daozi to personally strike and crush him to death with a thunderous force.

However, if you know from the beginning that the guy has practiced really hard.

And if you know that you are determined not to open your brow and soul aperture...

Wen Qi's mind fluttered, with many thoughts.

But at the next moment, he quickly extinguished this thought.

Lost is lost, there is no reason to speak.

Let alone deceive yourself and escape reality with so-called what-ifs.

If you lose this time, as long as you are still alive, there is still hope.

Losing first is not losing, winning first is not winning.

Whoever survives to the end is the biggest winner.

As long as he can return to the mountain gate as quickly as possible, he must let that guy know what the seven schools of religion are.

What is the real powerful background!

"Um!?"

"What's that sound?"

Wen Qi's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately restrained his thoughts.

Her ears trembled slightly, as if she heard the misty and illusory laughter of a woman.

It seemed to come from nine days away.

But it sounded quietly behind him.

Terrified, he suddenly turned his head and looked back.

Boom!
Boom boom boom! ! !
The ground trembled slightly.

There is also a smoky earth dragon, tearing the air and making a sharp sound, approaching rapidly.

"This is……"

Wen Qi's complexion changed drastically, and another mouthful of blood gushed out while his mind faltered.

Boom!

At this moment, the billowing thunder exploded.

A bloody, black and red body, like a terrifying monster, stepped out from the depths of the earth dragon.

He raised two battering ram-like arms.

Opened his ferocious huge palm.

Surrounded by whistling black and red air currents.

Bingdi Shuanglian crashed down.

"I have worked hard to cultivate the sixth rank of Xuan Yuan, and I have already broken through the sixth rank of Qi and blood, and I have achieved some achievements in Jinyang Zhenjin!"

"My body is in good shape and I'm at my peak!"

"I have gone through hundreds of battles, and I have not lost a single one!"

"So, I will not lose, let alone die!"

Facing the bloody and violent blow, a golden air flashed between Wen Qi's brows, and his spirit suddenly rose.

Get rid of all fear, weakness and anxiety.

There was a calm and confident light in his eyes.

The pair of fists blasted upward like lightning, wrapped in a faint golden light, and met the black and red sharp claws that had come close.

boom!
The earth dragon exploded.

It was like a roaring steel train, hitting a hard barrier in front of the rails head-on.

In an instant, the ground was torn apart, and various viscous liquids were scattered and splashed.

There was also Wei Tao's wildly distorted roar and roar in the middle, shaking violently in the chaos.

"Hahahahaha, die for me!"

"No one can be missing, all of them will die to me!"

(End of this chapter)