Shifang Wusheng

Page 167

A loud bang.

Zhou Xingtong stepped out, and a large piece of grass clippings and soil exploded behind him, rushing towards Wei He.

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Xishan·Wanqingmen front resident.

Wooden houses were set on fire one after another, thick smoke billowed, and the flames licked and swept everything.

The flames almost dyed the night sky red.

The sound of crackling flames, the chaotic evening wind.All this made Wang Shaojun's heart more restless.

"Sure enough, something happened." He scanned his surroundings and walked around the station, and found many neat footprints on the ground, as well as traces of war horses and horseshoes.

"It should be Chi Jingjun who caught up."

Wang Shaojun's heart moved, and he and Wei Yuexing agreed to strangle the master of Guiyan Pagoda together, and this happened in the end.

After hesitating for a moment, he still took out a mask from his pocket.

The mask is a silver moiré mask, the outline is close to the face, perfectly outlining his handsome face.

After putting on the mask, Wang Shaojun took out a small bronze mirror and looked at his appearance by the light of the fire.

Then tidy up the hair and twist it all up with hairpins.

Make sure the meter is ok.

He took out a pair of purple-red short daggers, one in each hand, and waved them casually.

Sure it fits well.

"Old Wei, if you die, it's your fate. If you don't die, it depends on your luck. Zhou Xingtong is not a guy to mess with..."

With a sigh, Wang Shaojun galloped away in the direction where the horse's hoof print left, and soon disappeared into the dark night.

when! !

Wei He shot an electric shot out of his palm, precisely hitting Zhou Xingtong's forearm.

The bronze-colored skin looks like a body of flesh and blood, but the sound of the blow in an instant is completely the sound of gold and iron.

When Wei He used to practice Huishanquan, this sound would also be produced when his fists were clashing, but it was different at that time from now.

The strength he erupted at this time was four layers of Rain-covering Strength, plus five layers of Flying Dragon Kung Fu and special effects.

High-speed sprinting, coupled with the superposition of strength, produces an incredible impact.It is far from what ordinary martial artists can compare.Even a bone forging martial artist cannot ignore the lethality of this blow.

"That's it?" Zhou Xingtong flicked his forearm, and a swirling air flow all over his body suddenly shook away.

He easily blocked Wei He's blow with just the strength of his body.

"I thought it was so strong, but it turned out to be rubbish."

He casually watched Wei He jump out backwards, lightly landed on a tree trunk and squatted down.

"Really?" Wei He had just tried a move, and he already knew roughly that if he didn't use Whale Hongjue, he might not even be able to break through Zhou Xingtong's defense.

This guy's skin is unimaginably thick.

hiss……

He took a deep breath, and a large amount of air mist was sucked into his mouth and nose from around like lines.

The power belonging to Jing Hongjue began to be released slowly along with the decompression of the muscles, filling the whole body.

For a long time, Wei He suppressed himself in his shots, so as not to erupt with too much power and attract suspicion.

After all, he has done many good things with great strength.

But now, he finally didn't have to hide.

Kaka…

Muscles slowly expanded.

Everywhere the meridians gradually become more congested and tough.

For a while, Wei He's whole body began to swell slightly.A huge amount of Qi and blood gushed out from Jing Hongjue's two blood sacs, spreading all over his body.

call……

Wei He let out a long breath, thick white air rushed out from his mouth and nose like a giant python, blowing away the cold fog in front of him.

The rain-covering strength, together with the strength of Tieling Yi's three bloods, the two complementary strengths slowly wound and overlapped on his arms, forming a more powerful defensive rain-covering strength.

"Come again." Wei He was condescending, jumped up, and swooped towards the opponent from a height.

Both palms are like holding knives, slash with all your strength from top to bottom.

Qi and blood surged and swelled, and all of them flowed into Wei He's arms, making his arms swell even more, as if he was inhuman.

"Good time!" Zhou Xingtong was not ignorant, but from the sound of breaking through the air and the muffled sound of his movements, he could tell that the opponent's move was not weak.

But in terms of strength, he has never met an opponent.

Immediately raise both palms, one left and one right, and meet in the middle.

He wanted to pinch Wei He right in the middle and kill him with one blow.

Layers of sound energy vibrated and trembled on his body, like the strength of a sea wave, rolling a large piece of air, like a stream, rushing from his body to his arms.

Bang! ! !

The two collided with each other in an instant.

The four thick arms, which were not much different, were squeezed and deformed in the blink of an eye, congested and swollen, and the skin almost turned black and red.

hum! ! !

The clothes on both arms of the two exploded at the same time, turning into fragments and flying around.

The soil under Zhou Xingtong's feet sank suddenly, and his feet were deeply pressed into the ground.

A steady stream of huge force came down from above him.

"This power..." Zhou Xingtong opened his eyes wide.

Boo!

His upper body instantly swelled, and his arms turned into pitch black.

"Still weak! Hahahaha!!!" He suddenly turned his face, laughed wildly, and grabbed Wei He with both arms.

"Did you think I was surprised, idiot?!"

As a result of letting go of his arm, Wei He swung the saber down with all his strength and hit him hard in the middle of his forehead.

Bang! !

Unscathed.

Zhou Xingtong stretched out his hand with a smirk, and grabbed Wei He like lightning.

Duoyinjin vibrates and covers his palms, and wherever it goes, everything vibrates and relaxes, which can make any martial artist lose the condensed energy and blood in an instant, and weaken his strength.

laugh!

His palm narrowly slid across Wei He's face, cutting off a strand of black hair.

Wei He leaned back to dodge, his body slid across the side, rolled a few times lightly, and landed beside a big tree to stand still.

"Oh? Avoid it?" Zhou Xingtong turned around and looked at Wei He with a sneer. "Your strength is indeed good. But it's a pity. Do you think that what I really rely on is strength?"

Wei He narrowed his eyes, turned around and stared at the other party.

At that moment just now, they fought against each other.

All his strength really exploded.But compared with Zhou Xingtong, it is still a bit weaker.

"Did you hide your strength before?" Wei He asked in a deep voice.

"It's not hiding, it's just that you don't need to use so much force." Zhou Xingtong tore off the torn top, revealing his strong upper body that was made of copper.

"Your strength is good, you can play with it." He strolled forward and accelerated suddenly.

With both arms down, strands of strength gathered in the palms of the shock.

Chi chi twice.

A lot of strength was actually on the fingertips of his palm, extending out several centimeters.

The invisible strength condensed into a shape like a blade, moving forward at the ends of his palms.

The force distorts the air and vibrates at high frequency, forming two chainsaw-like airflow blades.

"This is the culmination of my strength, called the Invisible Whip. Wherever it passes, there is a powerful cutting force beyond that of weapons."

Zhou Xingtong jumped up, turned over slightly, and slashed down towards Wei Heyi with both hands.

Swish!

Wei He dodged sideways to avoid the blow, but the tree trunk beside him was not so lucky.

The bark and trunk were cut off in an instant, and most of them were broken.

Zhou Xingtong followed him like a shadow, and the vines and weeds under his feet could not stop his pace at all.

His palms are like sharp knives, and under the blessing of great strength, he can break whatever he touches.

"You can only run? Wasn't it crazy just now!?"

Zhou Xingtong opened his arms and slashed across the chain like a windmill.

Wherever it passes, the trunks and stones are divided into two sections.

Wei He dodges from left to right and keeps retreating.A trace of medicinal powder quietly drifted out from the place he passed by, spreading around.

"You are indeed very powerful." He jumped back and landed gently on an open space.

"But victory or defeat never depends on strength alone."

Behind the back of Wei He's right hand, he lightly clenched his fist and then opened it.

puff.

A touch of extremely fine powder flew from his suddenly opened palm, and drifted around with the wind.

This is his last mixed poison against the martial artist.

Zhou Xingtong bowed his body slightly, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Really? I want to see how you beat me?"

"March to kill! Void!"

He suddenly reached out and grabbed it from his pocket, and shook it.

puff! !

A large piece of thin metal needle burst out, and the hardness and speed of the steel needle mixed with bone strength far surpassed that of ordinary hidden weapons, and it flew to Wei Heshen in the blink of an eye.

Ordinary tricks are at most just pouring bone strength into a few weapons, that's the limit.

But his imaginary posture can evenly pour bone strength into a large number of small hidden weapons at once.

There are also some steel needles that have not been perfused with bone strength, so it is impossible to distinguish between real and real, and real and virtual.

On the surface, the hidden weapons that are fired with an imaginary shape appear to have the same strength.

But if you really think that they are all the same, you are very wrong.

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi! !

The dense steel needles arrived in front of Wei He in an instant.

Caught off guard, Wei He shortened his body and swiped close to the ground, avoiding the steel needle.

His speed is not much faster than Zhou Xingtong's, but when it comes to changing direction and accelerating, it seems as if he has lost inertial gravity, doing whatever he wants, extremely suddenly.

In just a moment, Wei He was already close to Zhou Xingtong's body, and his palms were tightly printed on his waist, waist and eyes.

Bang bang! !