Supreme Martial Dao

Looking coldly at the front of the Fujioka strongman and the demon powerhouse, the expression of Haotian gradually became cold.

For the enemy, he will not have any mercy.

These people want to fight.

Then he came to accompany him.

Hang...

The voice is falling and the waves are soaring.

At this moment, Hao Tian’s body is murderous.

"One person."

Looking at the wild ancestors around him, Hao Tian said loudly.

咻咻...

The voice fell, and I saw that the sky was flashing, and it was swept forward.

"Hahaha...well, then it will be a battle."

Looking at the sky and killing, followed by the wilderness ancestors also laughed loudly.

How about a battle.

The figure is swept out, but the wilderness is going straight to the devil.

Amazing, the two figures seem to tear the entire space.

The speed of theirs is not even visible to the naked eye.

"Bastard."

Looking at the sky and the ruthless old ancestors, this time, the face of the Fujia strong and the Mozu strong is more and more ugly.

The situation has changed to this point, they have never thought of it.

"Kill."

But, obviously, the two have no more time to think.

Because they are ugly, the sky and the wild ancestors have already killed them.

The two can do it at the moment, only to resist.

Booming...,

The roaring sound exploded between the eyes.

In the field, the boundless waves of this moment are rolling.

The battle kicked off between the blink of an eye.

The four figures, almost in an instant, are hit together.

The horrible waves and endless light make the world seem to be in a static state.

噗噗噗...

However, just a momentary freeze, the next moment, the space is boiling again.

And what everyone didn't think of was that, between the tricks, blood was sprayed.

In the violent turmoil, the eyes of the old Fujiko and the Mozu strong have exposed their eyes.

The look of the two is unbelievable.

At this moment, their hearts are full of sorrow.

Although I thought of the Haotian and the wild ancestors who are now here, they are powerful, but they never expected that the strength of the two would be so strong.

It’s just a trick between the old Fuji and the Mozu strong at the same time.

The blood is floating, and the sky is turbulent.

The face is stunned. At this moment, the face of the old Fuji and the Mozu strong, the brush is pale.

Under the power and strength, they almost feel suffocated.

"How is it possible..."

"God...this..."

"The two men, in the end, what is sacred, they are so ... so powerful."

Looking at the scene of the scene, the people onlookers, the people of the Fuji and the Mozu, the warriors and the rest of the Han family could not help but exclaim.

Even, the other battlefields in the distance, this moment has subconsciously paused.

Everyone’s sight is drawn.

The vine family ancestors, lost.

The power of the devil is defeated.

Just one trick.

The impact of this information is absolutely unimaginable.

Even if it is Han Tianyi who is watching the show in a distant house, this figure can't help but shake it.

He sucked a cold breath and his face became awe-inspiring.

These two...what is the relationship with Wang Chen.

Wang Chen is from these places to bring these two peerless powerhouses.

At this moment, Han Tianyi moved for the first time.

"Hahaha...a group of ants, can't stand a blow."

In the face of the shock of everyone, Hao Tian and the wild ancestors, but at the moment it is unchanged.

The faces of the two are just smiles.

Strong.

Is this also a strong one?

Strength is far worse than the strong ones of the sea eye.

A person like this is also arrogant.

In the eyes of Haotian and the wild ancestors, these two people are just prey at the moment, they are about to become dead.

"Being dead."

Thinking of this, Haotian and the wild ancestors drank at the same time, and went after the vines and the old people who were smashed out.

With their strength, dealing with these two people is absolutely more than enough.

"Call..."

Looking at such a scene, the rear, Wang Chen, this moment, finally breathed a breath.

Looking forward, Wang Chen’s face was cold.

Now, no one can stop his pace.

Now, how can Fujiji be able to.

Wang Chen was even keenly aware that at this moment, the look of Fujimori became unsightly.

But this will only be a start.

Next, it was when they reversed the situation.

Teng Li, when the face is ugly, it has not yet arrived.

"Kill."

When I think of it, Wang Chen is no longer hesitating.

When Hao Tian and the savage ancestors once again entangled with the Devil Powerhouse and the Rattan Powerhouse, Wang Chen was finally acting.

The body shape flashed, and Wang Chen took the lead to go straight to his nearest Yangsha.

The opponent of Yangsha is the ancestor of a warrior.

At this moment, under the suppression of this warrior's ancestors, Yangsha was **** and uncomfortable.

"Being dead."

In the face of such a situation, Wang Chen did not hesitate.

In the roar of a roar, a boxing of the Heavenly Emperor’s fist directly blasted.

Hang...

With this fist, the Emperor’s fist blasted, and Wang Chen’s body was violent and violent.

In the blink of an eye, he reached the battlefield, and the crossbar was in the middle of Yangsha and the ancestors of this warrior.

"砰..."

The Emperor’s fist exploded, and the boundless power swept away directly toward the warriors’ ancestors.

The time for counterattack is here.

Start with this warrior old man, then what?

"Wang Chen."

The situation changed instantly, and Wang Chen appeared in front of himself, and the powerless punches directly blew over, and the ancestors of the warriors changed their faces.

"Get out."

However, after his face changed, his face gradually became awkward.

In the face of Wang Chen’s punch, the ancestors of the warriors are not willing to show weakness.

啪啪啪...

The palms are shot, and the aurora bursts.

One huge palm, now appears out of thin air.

Over the sky, the dense palms cover the sky and cover the sky directly.

"Give me all the broken."

Looking at these covered palms, Wang Chen is inconvenient.

His figure, at this moment, even without the slightest pause.

The eight-door armor has already been opened, and the blood talent is also promoted to the extreme.

The potential of Shengmu’s fire is completely integrated. Wang Chen’s body is now a melting pot filled with energy.

In the cold sizzle, the energy inside this furnace instantly blasts.

It’s like the waves are coming, and it’s like a floodgate, and the flood is pouring out.

The thousands of real yuan dragons erupted.

哗...

The heavens and the earth become, the sun and the moon are dull.

The power of Heavenly Emperor Boxing has climbed to the extreme in an instant.

Hang...

The next moment, Wang Chen rushed into the boundless palm of the hand without fear.

Booming...

The roaring sounds constantly oscillated.

With the integration of Wang Chen, endless flames rise to the sky.

The volcano erupted and the stars burst.

This moment, in front of Wang Chen, this is intertwined with the palm of the sky, and it is hard to beat.

One by one, in the face of Wang Chen's collapse, a wave of turmoil, shot out around.

From the boundless wind and waves, a figure broke out.

哗...

This figure, with the incomparable energy, is directly rushing toward the ancestors of the warriors.

"You...Wang Chen..."

In the face of this scene, the pupil of the warrior's ancestors suddenly shrank.

Wang Chen... He actually broke his own instinct.

How is this possible?

For the previous move, the ancestors of the warrior are too clear.

That is his powerful martial arts that comprehend the blood, and the moon is covered.

This trick once displayed, covering the sky, the infinite palm of the palm, it is like a thousand mountains, it is like a thousand troops, can suppress everything.

With his current mid-pure strength, he has shown this trick, and he is afraid that the military in the late Qing Dynasty will be hard to break.

And Wang Chen, but between a move, directly destroyed his own cover.

This makes the warrior ancestors not shocked.

However, the ancestors of the warriors did not know.

If he doesn't need this trick, maybe it's okay.

With his mid-term strength, he may still be able to compete with Wang Chen for a moment.

However, once he showed this trick... it was tantamount to finding a dead end.

Blood martial arts.

The martial arts of the warrior's false gods and blood vessels, in an attempt to relax in front of Wang Chen, the true blood of the gods.

This is not a joke or something.

It is precisely because of the familiarity of this bloodline, Wang Chen will be so easily cracked in front of the move.

In terms of the blood of Shen Wu in Wang Chen’s body, there is still no blood in the blood that he can’t break through.

Even, those moments when the palm of the hand feels the power of Wang Chen’s blood, the power is greatly reduced.

This is everything that the true blood of the gods gives to Wang Chen.

Because of this, Wang Chen has almost no effort to break through this boundless palm of the sky, which is to crack this sundial strike, it is to kill the warrior ancestors.

"Death."

In the face of the astounded warrior ancestors, Wang Chen has no expression.

哗...

The blast broke open, and Wang Chen’s Heavenly Emperor’s fist was still powerful and went straight to the body of the warrior’s ancestors.

At this moment, the speed of Wang Chen is still not reduced.

砰...

In the horrified and frightened eyes of the warrior's ancestors, the dull percussion exploded.

"Ah..."

The screams of heartbreaking lungs are thrilling.

噗噗噗...

Endless blood blooms, endless blood spray.

"You..."

The body shape is fixed.

The ancestors of the warriors at this moment did not even fly directly out.

His figure is fixed in this void.

And everyone, it is clear to see that Wang Chen’s fist has actually penetrated from the chest of the warrior’s ancestors, and his fist directly appeared behind the warrior’s ancestors.

A huge **** hole appeared on the ancestors of the warriors and was shocked.

"You...how...will...so powerful..."

Looking at Wang Chen in front of him, the ancestors of the armor stunned their eyes, unbelievable. He almost exhausted the strength of his body and looked at Wang Chen, not willing to ask.

Drips...

A burst of crisp sound came.

Blood, from Wang Chen's fist that penetrated the body of the warrior's ancestors, slowly dripping on this piece of land.

The blood of the pure Yangqiang is low, turning into a stream, and finally gathering into a river, and rushing around.

Feeling the passing of life, feeling the coldness of the sweep, feeling the retreat of his own consciousness, this time the ancestors of the warriors are still unwilling, still do not understand.

Wang Chen, why is it... so powerful.

How is he possible...

This is spike.

Yes.

Wang Chen, actually killed himself.

This makes a pure mid-term warrior how to accept it.