Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 535 Fourteen!

  Wang Yiwu ran in big strides, against the frantic repulsion of Chong Xuan Sheng, his steps became faster and faster.

  Boom boom boom!

  He stepped on the ground step by step, making a deep muffled noise. This shows that in the confrontation with Chongxuan Sheng, he has been unable to fully control his strength.

  He is constantly releasing himself, constantly releasing a stronger self.

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

  The blood lingered on his fist, twisting like a spiritual thing.

  His steps were firm, and he began to push the Fourteenth and Chongxuan Sheng backward in the opposite direction.

  There is no victory without me.

  Invincible without me.

   Mighty like a river and a mountain crack, murderous like a tornado.

  No self-killing punch!

   "That's it?"

Wang Yiwu’s fist "slowed down" in the vision. It was not slow, but because the "power" of this fist was too clear and too deep, and it clearly appeared in front of the eyes, so it seemed to be slowing down. illusion.

   Lifted up high and fell heavily!

   "You will, Chong Xuan Zun will be metropolis, and it will be stronger!"

  Clang!

  Fourteen in heavy armor was bombarded with a sword.

  Chong Xuan Sheng rushed forward and replaced the fourteenth position immediately to resist Wang Yiwu. His right hand was already embarrassing to use, so he raised his left hand, and his big fat hand pierced into a knife, and he slashed his chest.

  Huh!

   Palms the knife across the place, the wind is as harsh as a ghost crying.

  Chu Liang's beheading knife passed down from the murderous Tu Zhongxuan!

  It seems to be asking Wang Yiwu, in this style, can Chongxuan Zun meet?

  Under this sword, Wang Yiwu could hardly move, as if being suppressed by a warrior on the execution ground, locked in chains, waiting for the executioner to cut his head with a knife.

  At this time, soldiers began to evaporate from his body.

   is either a knife, or a spear, or a gun, or a ge.

"kill!"

  It's not someone's roar, but the cohesion of the evil spirits, which naturally screams.

  The common things of life and death are not only seen in the execution ground?

  On the battlefield, the army rushed to kill, and life and death was a blink of an ear.

   is just to fight against the momentum, to kill against.

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

  Use an iron fist against a knife, and you can split with one touch.

  At the most critical moment, Chong Xuansheng retracted his sword, his fat body moved like a deer, and he bounced up suddenly, avoiding Wang Yiwu's punch.

  He is best at sophisticated combination of Taoism, fighting like chess, step by step, and unknowingly trap his opponent to death. However, Wang Yiwu drove the Selfless Killing Punch, and had already managed to break the skill with strength, not afraid of simple Daoist damage, whatever it was, he also punched it away, just restraining his fighting style.

  Wisdom is like the victory of Chongxuan. Of course, I know that my old fighting style is difficult to work, so I don't make such useless attempts from the beginning.

  At this moment, the other person is high in the sky, his right hand is clenched into a pound, and the left hand is pressed against the right hand. Manipulation is applied to oneself, making the whole person fall at a faster speed than when he bounced.

  Push the hammer!

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

  He raised his right hand high, with five fingers wide open, and even directly took the hammer of Chong Xuan Sheng with his palm.

  And Chong Xuan Sheng felt that his heavy hammer was as if he had fallen into nothingness.

  Wang Yiwu's hand that accepts the hammer is clearly there, but it doesn't seem to exist.

  In this "non-existence", his supporting palm disappeared, his open five fingers closed, his fist appeared again, punching into the sky!

   Fist hit Chong Xuansheng's hammer, and rushed straight up against his fat body!

  The sound was annihilated.

   was found again by the sharp breaking wind.

  The fourteen who had been bombarded before flew again at this time, holding the epee in both hands, and slashed to it fiercely.

  Wang Yiwu had to withdraw his fist and confronted the fourteenth.

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

  But at this time, Wang Yiwu was approached by the Fourteenth.

  Chong Xuansheng released the hammer's left hand in time, but his right hand was unable to hang down, and the whole was abandoned.

   Abandoning the right hand and keeping the combat power of the left hand intact was a choice he made himself.

  From the start of the war to the present, he has been making accurate choices, but the naked strength gap still allows the battle to develop to such a state step by step.

  He immediately hit the "boundary" with his elbow, and the marking force of the "silent decapitation order" knocked him back.

  So he "falls down" again, and his fingers clasped together.

  The invisible and intangible pressure squeezed Wang Yiwu from all directions, as if trying to squeeze him out of life—this is of course impossible.

  In fact, Wang Yiwu at this time has fully adapted to the influence of Chong Xuan Sheng directly on him. As he said, the power of Chong Xuan Sheng Hui, Chong Xuan Zun will also be better and stronger.

  He has faced these tricks a long time ago.

  Therefore, facing the grip that broke out after Chongxuan defeated for a long time, he only had a pause that didn't last for a while.

   But it was this pause that ushered in a violent eruption of fourteen.

The   14 sword style has always been simple and direct, and you can see life and death directly. The same goes for Wang Yiwu's fist. Two people fought in one place, the strong colliding with the strong, fierce confronting fierce.

  Wang Yiwu’s pause, this opportunity, which is not a chance, was seized by the black epee.

  Fourteen pairs of heavy swords, cut into the range of the fist, at this moment, it seems that endless power penetrates into the heavy sword, and the black heavy sword has even been shattered at this moment! It's just being swallowed up by sheer power, and it will be able to disintegrate to complete its final "mission".

  At this moment, Fourteen gave up all the defenses, gave all the defenses to the Negative Yue armor on his body, and pierced the sword with all his strength.

  To divide life and death.

  This sword force is divided into life and death!

  The battle seems to be coming to an end at this moment.

  Wang Yiwu still just grabbed his fist.

  His eyes were terribly harsh.

  Fisting, punching, punching, punching.

  At this moment, Wang Yiwu blasted two punches.

   One punch up, one punch forward.

   is such two simple actions, but they are so fast that they seem to appear at the same time. It seemed that there were two fists at the same time, blasting in different directions.

  A punch upwards, burst the air, set off a huge wave of air, and overturned the high-altitude Chong Xuan Sheng!

   A forward punch, as if traveling through time, crossing the space, hitting the stomach of Fourteen, and hitting the cold hard armor of Ning Yue.

  With the contact point of his fist as the center, the entire heavy mountain-like Negative Armor, the cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, and the whole exploded!

  At this moment, that heavy sword just approached Wang Yiwu's shoulder.

   Then, following Fourteen’s body that was blown away, he pulled away from the top of his shoulders. Only halfway through, it was broken into countless black iron filings, covering half of Wang Yiwu's shoulders. The rest fluttered and fell to the ground.

   Losing fourteen’s will, the heavy sword collapsed on its own, even more shattered than the negative Yue Jia.

  Chong Xuansheng struggled to stabilize his figure in the air, and suddenly turned his head, only to see the silent and familiar figure flying backwards, and the countless pieces of broken armor falling from his body like a butterfly.

   shows that wonderful, helpless body.

   His face was pale and his hair was flying.

  (End of this chapter)