Just when Guan Luoyang made a move towards Owen, a blade of light swirled in the air and struck in front of Shenwu Maha.

The light of the sword is cold and lonely, it is extremely fast, but it is also very fast and charming.

It's not a simple and crude shooting acceleration, but it seems like a long night, with green smoke like yarn, the surrounding fields are of the same color, and a bright moon that already exists in the middle of the sky.

No matter how far apart they are, as long as people look up, the moon has already come into their eyes.

Such a sword can be called extraordinary and holy, so exquisite that it is inevitable to avoid it.

Shenwu Maha didn't know whether it was too late or he didn't even think about trying to dodge. His body, limbs, and facial expressions didn't change even slightly before he was struck by the knife on his forehead.

In an instant, the light within his body surged, and a clear, strong, bright light burst out from his body in all directions.

Shenwu Maha's arms, face, and neck, these exposed flesh and blood, became visible to the naked eye with a texture similar to that of crystal, and lines of spells the size of ants were flowing rapidly on the crystal.

A line of spells that left a trace like earthworms flowed through his forehead and settled in the middle of his forehead, forming a deep trace similar to a lightning icon.

Fang Ping's knife broke through the strong scattered light wave, but when it hit Shenwu Maha's forehead, the blade trembled and made a violent buzzing sound.

The seven words "Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night" were originally engraved on the blade, but they also became blurred due to the vibration.

All the internal energy that Fang Ping poured into this magic knife was shaken away and turned into sword energy that continuously shot around, leaving long, narrow and sad cracks in the solidified concrete swamp.

When the energy of the sword dissipated, the body of the magic sword was also shaken away on the spot. The location struck by the blade still maintained its crystalline state, full and smooth, and it did not even hurt Shenwu Maha at all.

Shenwu Maha flicked his finger forward, and a beam of light wrapped in a green spell burst out.

Fang Ping's knife reacted like a god, intercepted it in advance, cut it vertically, and broke the light beam. However, the light beam, which was evenly and symmetrically cut into two halves, still shot forward and hit his chest.

At that moment, the first thing Fang Ping felt was not pain, but confusion.

His body flew out upside down, and his soul flew faster than his body and escaped from his body.

The face of the physical body is still calm and firm, but the face of the soul state has become blank, and no thoughts can be concentrated. It seems that all the memories, wisdom, feelings, and characters are lost bit by bit in the process of the soul flying alone. drift.

At this time, Xu Xiaorou, who was supposed to cooperate with the Divine Sword Slash and launch a thunderous strike at Shenwu Maha from directly above, turned in the air, chased Fang Ping's soul, and grabbed it with one hand.

The Holy Heart Technique has slightly touched upon the wonders of the martial arts soul. As long as the foundation of the skill is not destroyed, even if the physical body is dispersed, the martial arts soul can still exist for a short period of time.

Xu Xiaorou can naturally directly contact other people's souls.

However, in order to prevent Fang Ping's rapidly deteriorating soul body from being frightened away, when she reached out to grab it, the strength in her hand had already restrained a lot and turned into an extremely soft and gentle one.

"How unwise!"

Shenwu Maha's voice came coldly, drilling into the bottom of his heart, and the destructive light ball wrapped in a green spell struck with his fist.

Xu Xiaorou's left hand was pressing Fang Ping's soul into his body. He raised his right hand and used the wild-wave wild-clearing move, like a knife or an ax, to split mountains and rocks and cut plains, and struck the ball of light.

The two parties were fighting each other, and the spell ball was scattered by Xu Xiaorou's palm, and then the fist and palm connected.

In the blink of an eye, when the white horse passed by, Shenwu Maha punched three times in a row. The scenery disturbed by the uranium light wave around him was distorted, the light and shadow changed, and the air undulated violently like a tsunami. With his fists, it surged and impacted three times in a row.

Xu Xiaorou protected Fang Ping and flew back. He could only deal with it with a single palm, and used the extremely powerful Sacred Heart Art to push the waterfall of rage. Although his right arm was sore and splitting, there was also a painful feeling that his soul was shaken, and the smell of blood was in his nose.

I could barely hold on.

But after three punches, the reaction force hit her whole body, but she still didn't dare to use too much power on her left hand. Suddenly, the bones cracked, the sleeves flew away, and blood holes appeared on the fair and beautiful arm skin.

Wow!

Xu Xiaorou gritted her teeth and drew her right palm back. All the blood that burst out from her left arm was turned into a bloody arc with her right palm and swept away towards Shenwu Maha.

The four tribulations of the Sacred Heart, the evil blood tribulation!

The bloody arc is like an illusion and cannot be intercepted at all.

It's a pity that this move can dry up a person's blood and lead to a horrible death. For Shenwu Maha, even if the blood light sweeps across his body, he will only feel a little hot and boiling in his body.

After a slight pause, the discomfort subsided and the blow was taken out again.

This punch shattered the layers of black ice energy that Xu Xiaorou had deployed with the Sacred Heart Art. The uranium light fluctuated like a sea wave rippling in the void, irresistibly crushing Xu Xiaorou, whose arms were damaged.

If Xu Xiaorou had given up on Fang Ping midway, she would have at least been able to fight Shenwu Maha for dozens of rounds, but now she fell into a life-threatening situation after just three or four punches.

She had no regrets in her heart, and had no intention of giving up. She was about to use the Blood Burning Forbidden Technique to fight to the death, when suddenly a burst of green energy rushed from the side and dispersed the wave of radiation.

The green energy thunder source continuously offset the radiant light waves. Guan Luoyang intercepted Shenwu Maha, bumped his two fists together, and looked at each other.

The next moment, countless fist shadows filled the space between the two people, and the four arms turned into intricate, real and illusory high-speed afterimages, leaving no air in the area.

A terrifying roaring sound wave spread outside the solidified cement square. All the glass products in the entire block shattered, and the thinner metal vessels also trembled due to the sound wave.

After that, the voice became dull, even intermittent, low and subtle.

This is not because the fight between Guan Luoyang and Shenwu Maha has slowed down. In fact, their boxing speeds are constantly reaching their peak.

It is precisely because the punch speed is getting faster and the punch force is getting stronger, the area where the surrounding air is missing and the vacuum is getting wider and wider. The sound of the four arms fighting lacks a medium, so it becomes difficult to transmit.

The fight lasted for a full minute.

Within a minute, people around him also realized the change in the situation.

It was so unexpected that Owen died so quickly.

The killer Mark, who originally wanted to win an alliance, rolled his eyes and immediately punched the ground first.

The immortal power that resides in his arms is transmitted through the ground through the medium. There is no difference wherever it passes. The ground is still in its original form. Only when this power is transmitted to the target he has chosen, will it

Explodes above the ground.

Because he wanted to attack Jinmu Guiichi, Jubei quickly flew over there to protect him.

But the target of Mark's punch was the high wall covered with corpses.

With the power of immortality, he also has some unique perception of souls. He has long been able to tell that there is a soul sealed inside the corpses hanging on the high wall.

Although these souls are not in their original bodies, there are enough of them. If they can be triggered into action, they are also a force that cannot be underestimated in the current scene.

Shenwu Maha originally probably wanted to keep this hand in case of unforeseen circumstances, but now he was used by Mark to confuse the situation.

Golden arrogance erupted from the root of the wall, destroying the entire wall. The corpses hanging on the wall lost their restraints and fell down one after another, and stood up crouched.

They were unconscious, and Shenwu Maha could not find his mind to give them compulsory instructions. The group immediately followed their instincts and killed them at the nearest location.

Xu Xiaorou, Fang Ping, and Shibingwei have all become their targets, and Guiyi Shenwu, who is carrying Qushan Duo on his head, is no exception.

There were even a few who ran around wildly, roaring hoarsely in their throats, and rushed towards the battlefield between Guan Luoyang and Shenwu Maha.

Peng!!!!

Amidst the loud noise, the figures that were approaching were torn apart and blown away far away.

Guan Luoyang and Shenwu Maha shot each other backwards, nearly two hundred meters apart, and stood firm.

The majestic air flow surged, and the surrounding air filled the vacuum area created by their previous battle. The strong wind roared, forming a considerable suction force, and a whirlwind was generated at that location.

The cloak on Shenwu Maha peeled off piece by piece, and the clothes on his chest were also blown away by the wind. Seven or eight fist marks were left on the crystallized body, mostly distributed between the chest and abdomen, and there was also one on the left cheek.

, is slowly recovering.

The injuries on the torso actually don't matter. There are many horrifying depressions on Shenwu Maha's arms, as if some irregular crystal muscles were randomly pinched and attached to the thick arm bones.

Guan Luoyang's clothes didn't seem to be damaged. After killing Owen, the divine clothes absorbed the opponent's violet fruit, and the combat life fibers proliferated a lot, and some even extended up from the back of his neck and were woven together with his hair.

Her black and red hair has reached her waist.

But the number of punches he received was similar to that of Shenwu Maha. Under the cover of the clothes on his chest, there were faint white spots. The blood from the injuries on both arms flowed down his arms, and most of them were absorbed by the clothes.

, only one or two shallow drops of blood can slip onto the back of the hand and fingertips.

Mark looked at these two people very cautiously. Seeing them facing each other from a distance, each with their own momentum to compete with the opponent, and they seemed to be unable to be distracted, he was slightly relieved.

'Kill the one with the bell on his head and take away the biggest share of the violet fruit power from him. I will leave immediately, and then you can fight him to death as you please.'

This killer, who was quite addicted to the pleasure of killing, might not have noticed it himself. He vaguely dared not mention his murderous intention towards those two people.

Mark took a step forward, suddenly bent his knees and half-knelt on the ground. In horror, he pulled out a small knife from the crook of his right knee, closed the wound with his muscles, stood up and looked back.

Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!

The wooden gun butt poked into the solidified cement again and again.

Di Shaolong's face was as pale as a dead man. He was holding a magic pattern rifle in his left hand as a crutch, and he limped over. The muzzle of the gun above the knee of his right leg was bleeding, dragging a trail of blood on the ground.

Such a cripple who could not walk safely gave Mark goosebumps and his hair stood on end. He stared at Di Shaolong's right hand with a mixture of fear and anger.

There was a throwing knife dangling between the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

"Ha! Your sword is weak. Even if it can hit me, what's the use?"

Mark said, "Besides, what I have to deal with is also your enemy. Are you stopping me here because you also want to resurrect your ancient monarch?"

"By the way, I heard that the man named Qin Shihuang has polarizing opinions in Donghua. It seems that you are one of those fanatical fans."

Di Shaolong said weakly but without doubt: "In our era, we don't need any emperor, but sir, you are on our wanted list."

Mark sneered: "Don't you know the priorities at all?"

"Wrong, probably because Mr. Killer, you haven't heard of an old saying from our side." Di Shaolong raised his eyes slightly and said with a smile, "Since ancient times, those who have gained the Tao will often help."

when!!!

The Qushan Duo that was pressing down on Shenwu Guiyi's head suddenly rang, like a big bell being hit by a huge boulder.
To be continued...