Supreme Martial Dao

At this moment, Fujisawa broke the strength to the extreme.

When the wounds are wounded, how can you catch up with the vines under a thousand times of gravity?

So, it is impossible for him to resist the vines and help Zhuqi again.

"Don't..."

Seeing this scene, there are some desperate shouts in the trenches.

Teng Yu, who has reached this point, is it really necessary to be here today?

He is not reconciled.

"Hahaha, die, this time, no one can save you."

Listening to the desperate shouts of the trenches, watching Zhu Qiu dying, full of blood, and desperate eyes, Fujisawa felt his blood burning.

The feeling of revenge is very good.

This way, the feeling of killing is even more fascinating to him.

"Death."

The world around me seems to be starting to cool down. At this moment, Zhu Qiu feels so cold and helpless.

Awaiting for thousands of years, until today, the dreams of thousands of years are broken.

Is this true? He is not willing.

They Zhu family, waiting for thousands of years, finally waited for the return of the true **** blood, they waited for the millennium time, but waited for the day to help the true blood of the gods regain glory.

This day is so short.

Even, not yet glorious, it is already broken.

The blood of the god, Wang Chen... Is he really dead?

You must die too.

Looking at the vines that came.

Feeling the horrible murder. In his heart, there are really some unwillingness.

How can he be willing, the moment of death, for him, it is so cold.

The sickle of death seems to have been placed on top of his head and may fall at any time.

"No..."

Under despair, Zhu Qiu is not willing to roar and growl.

"Hahaha...dead, die." The vines looked pale, and in a twinkling of an eye, they came to the front of Zhu Qiu and slapped toward him.

Under the desperate look of Zhuqiu, at this moment, Fujisawa seems to have seen the scene of blood spray. At this moment, he seems to see the scene of brain splash.

With blood and blood, to return to the teeth, and to make unforgivable things to the Fuji family, it is necessary to pay a painful price. To blame, you can only blame them for choosing the wrong opponent and choosing the wrong owner.

The blood of the gods, jokes.

That was just a matter of hundreds of thousands of years ago. Today, the world is no longer the world of true blood.

The world today belongs to their six blood family, Zhu family, also holding the stupid and ridiculous illusion, this is the self-defeating, self-seeking dead end.

Under the wind of the vine, I felt the threat of death and felt the pain of the heartbreaking lungs. Zhu Qiu finally closed his eyes unwillingly.

He is waiting for the advent of death.

And Fujisawa is waiting for the birth of death...

"Roll."

And in the vine, I thought that Zhu Qi would die. Zhu Qi himself felt that when he was dying, a roar was heard.

This voice, but so familiar, this voice, so so kind, so that Zhu Qiu's body trembled a little, and his heart flashed a trace of incredible thoughts.

He even forgot the threat of death and opened his eyes.

And Fujisawa, even forgot to kill Zhu Qiu, the body shape subconsciously paused.

A violent wave of space came.

In the vine, a **** of martial arts, in the distance, suddenly a space crack appeared.

Afterwards, a figure wrapped in a fire caught in the blink of an eye at a lightning speed.

"Give me a break."

A roar, the stone broke.

This roar makes the earth shake and the vine's heart trembles.

Stabbing...

The dull tears came.

At this moment, under the roar of anger, under the tear of terror, the field of vines could no longer hold on, and with the tearing sound, it began to collapse.

There is no suspense collapse, and even the energy of thick soil is too late to repair and recover.

咔咔咔...

The debris flies, as if it were physical, and the domain is scattered toward the endless pieces.

Fighting...

The field was broken at this moment, and Fujisawa’s heart trembled fiercely. In a twinkling of an eye, a blood spurted out and the whole person suffered a huge blow.

The field dissipated, and thousands of times of gravity disappeared, making the trenches and Zhuqi suddenly loose.

Even Zhu Qi, who was seriously injured, was able to recover a glimmer of activity. He took the opportunity to dodge on the side and opened the distance from the vine.

"Roll."

After then, a roar came.

Between the blink of an eye, after tearing up the field space, the figure wrapped in the flames is directly impacted toward the vine.

The killing of the sky, murderous.

Calling...

The wind whistling, the palm of the hand roared, this road is like a general figure of the fire and the **** of war, but in the blink of an eye is the shrinking into the inch, came to the front of the vine, quickly took a palm.

"Hume."

Feeling the palm of the hand, the vines under the injury changed their face, and they screamed and quickly resisted.

Hang...

Two palms confront each other, and the roar is deafening.

噗噗噗...

This horrible confrontation energy, even directly hit the two people who were seriously injured not far from Zhuqiu and the treacherous warriors.

蹬蹬蹬...

Under a confrontation, the forces of terror are mutually exclusive, and the body shape of the vines is directly shaken away under this horrible power.

The face was a bit stunned and unbelievable. He retired for dozens of meters to stabilize his figure.

And the figure wrapped in the fire, but just exited two or three steps, it suddenly stabilized the figure.

"Wang Chen."

Staying in shape and seeing the figure wrapped in the fire, the vines seem to have seen ghosts, their faces changed, and their eyes were amazed and unbelievable, and they exclaimed.

Wang Chen.

Yes, this moment, appeared here, promptly saved Zhu Qiu, cracked his own field to make his own soul hurt, and forced to retreat himself, is it not Wang Chen?

This makes Fujisawa an incredible one.

What the **** is going on, Wang Chen...he is not...has it already died?

This is killing him by himself. He watched his flesh and blood with his own eyes.

And now, Wang Chen is here again. What happened in the end? Is it that Wang Chen was not killed before?

No, it must be that the person who killed himself is definitely Wang Chen, and he can’t be wrong.

If this is the case, then now Wang Chen is in the eyes...

And, his strength.

His strength, when was promoted to this point.

Not long ago, when he killed him, he was just a quasi-sacred warrior. At that time, he was like an ant in front of himself, so small, so humble, so vulnerable.

And now...

This Wang Chen in front of you...I don’t know how much I have improved.

I am a **** warrior. I just faced this blow. Although I rushed to resist it, I also used up nine points of power. This kind of power can kill the quasi-swordsman.

But the result is that he is surprised.

The fact that he was shocked back by the shackles, the power that made him suffer greatly.

Fighting...

Spouse a blood, the face of the vine is hard to look, change again and again, there is too much doubt in his mind.

"Wang Chen."

"Master."

At the same time, Zhu Qiu and the trenches, who were flying to the distance, saw the appearance of this figure at the moment, and his face became instantly wonderful.

Agitated, excited emotions climbed up, they were almost crazy.

Wang Chen.

It’s really Wang Chen. He didn’t die. He appeared. Just now, in the most dangerous time, the person who appeared was him. He saved himself and saved the trench. He forced him to retreat. Fujisaki...

Thinking of this, Zhu Qiu and the warriors, the heart of the river, has not subsided for a long time.

There is nowhere to live, at this moment, their despair has disappeared. At this moment, they saw hope.

The strength of Wang Chen shows that the two are moving.

Tear the field, at the very least, it is necessary to have the strength of the Shenwu.

And, the strength must be stronger than Fujisawa, and it is not a strong one-and-a-half point to be able to do so easily to tear the field of rattan.

Even if it is a sneak attack from the outside world, it is enough horror to smash the field in one fell swoop.

Shenwu, Wang Chen must be a martial artist.

This is even more exciting and exciting.

When I heard the excitement of Zhu Qiu and the trenches, Wang Chen turned his head and nodded slightly toward the two men. Then, he turned back and looked at the rattan again: "Today, you must die."

One word, one sentence, cold and incomparable, killing the plane.

If you come one step later, Zhuqiu and the trenches are probably already...

This makes Wang Chen's murder more savage.

"Impossible, Wang Chen...you...how are you likely...how can you still be alive?"

When I heard Wang Chen’s speech, I made sure my judgment. The vines looked like a crazy roar and roared.

The dead person has appeared again. Is this world going crazy, or is it crazy?

He cannot accept such a result.

"Star quenching, the body of King Kong, not dead."

In the face of the singularity and sorrow of Fujisawa, Wang Chen just sneered.

"The body of King Kong, not dead."

When he heard Wang Chen’s words, Fujisawa’s body shape was distorted.

"The body of King Kong, the body of King Kong, ah ah... I am not willing, die... I will let you die, the body of King Kong, how is the body of King Kong..."

The vines suddenly thought of the legend of the star quenching body.

The star quenching body who fights with the front, the body of King Kong, does not die.

This is the original rumor, it is because of the legend, the star quenching body has been cultivated to the extreme point, a drop of blood can be reborn, so that the star mark quenching body has completely stepped into the ranks of the stepless exercises.

It’s a pity that for thousands of years, few people have been able to cultivate to this point, or one has not, so too many people have forgotten this.

But who can think of Wang Chen, he actually...

The vine's face is full of resentment.

He is almost crazy.