Chapter 32 Crazy Knife Next

Wu Pengwei lowered his head and walked to Guxia Mountain step by step. His steps were a little sluggish.

After coming out of the 100,000-thousand-mile barren forest, he was attacked several waves along the way. What he didn't expect was that most of these attacks were masters who had reached the level of martial arts, and these guys were not the top figures on the Chiyou Monument.

This made Wu Pengwei feel a little confused. When did Fenglan mainland have so many martial arts-level figures?

Fortunately, although the power of qi and blood of these guys is strong, most of them are only in the primary level of Wu Zun. Obviously, they have just been promoted. They are not proficient in their ability after being promoted to Wu Zun. Only then can Wu Pengwei break through the siege and kill a bloody way.

Of course, there is a price. In the past few days of hard battles, he has suffered some light knife wounds on his left arm and under his ribs, which does not hinder the attack, but it will hurt a little when moving.

These days of life and death are undoubtedly a good training for Wu Pengwei, especially for his integration of his own martial arts.

Wu Pengwei swung his body and gradually showed traces from the horizon of the plain.

In the distance, five solemn figures like mountains stand under the straight sword-like peaks, with a strong breath.

Wu Pengwei looked up and glanced at the five people without saying a word. Instead, he sat down cross-legged, took out a pot of water from his arms, some dry food, and chewed it. He ate slowly, as if he had to fully absorb every trace of nutrients in the food before he could stop.

The five people under the top of the mountain were stunned for a moment.

Wuji sneered, took a big step, pointed to Wu Pengwei and shouted, "Kid, I don't know what you can do. How can you let the gods above the nine heavens issue a pursuit order. Hey hey, this is the first time since the beginning of the world."

Wu Pengwei didn't bother to pay attention to him. He just ate the food in his hand slowly.

Wuji's hand was stunned, and the remaining light from the corners of his eyes could see the smile on the faces of the other four people. He suddenly became angry and roared in a low voice: "Kid, do you know who I am?"

The silence is the same as the beginning.

Only the sound of the other party grinding his teeth rustling.

"Hey hey, Lao Wu, you can't scare people with the name of Jiangbei baby crying." The fat man beside Wanliuzong couldn't help joking. Whenever he could see his old opponent shriveled, it was always very interesting.

Wuji hand's square face suddenly rose blue and purple. His name is Dong Jiangbei Wudao, known as Wuji hand. The kung fu in his hand is extremely good. He can crack mountains and stones, grab the earth, and is known as Wuji hands. The power of qi and blood has reached the realm of the master. He is one of the leading figures in Jiangbei.

When ordinary descendants see him, which one is not groveling? Grandpa usually serves him. Who dares to talk back?

"Okay, okay, okay." Wuji smiled angrily and said three good words in a row. Then his hands crackled like soaring dead branches, constantly rising, and a trace of blue-gray light overflowed crazily like smoke. For a moment, the air was sinking within 20 meters of people.

In the air, the light and shadow of a huge dragon tortoise loomed.

This is a phenomenon in which the power of earth's qi and blood is extremely strong.

Once the power of qi and blood reaches the extreme, there will be a similar figurative situation. Not only will the original martial soul appear in qi and blood, but also the air will be greatly affected by the characteristics of qi and blood and tend to be assimilated.

The air around him sank, as if there were invisible mountains pressing on the top of his head, and his chest was stuffy and uncomfortable.

The martial arts masters below the idle tens of thousands of enemies are just the solemn air of qi and blood assimilation, which is enough to make them unable to move.

Wuji hand raised the power of qi and blood to the extreme. One hand expanded to the size of five meters. The blue veins were twisted and knots like snakes, covered with palms, and a trace of blue-black light bursting, which was ferocious and terrible.

But at this moment, Wu Pengwei said coldly.

"I only have one. How do you divide it between the five of you?"

After saying this, he still ate not much dry food in his hand, and his head never raised.

Wuji's hand heard it, but his heart moved. The giant palm stopped moving, and the surface was still calm. He roared, "Kid, do you still want to provoke it? Grandpa has crossed more bridges than your mother's way. How can he play this with us?

But before the words were finished, Wan Liuzong's "Fat Tianzun" bounced silently like a ball, and the blue and red flame exploded all over his body, like a meteor and rushed to the infinite hand.

Wuji Shou didn't expect that the other party had the intention to sneak up on him for a long time. He was caught off guard for a while. Fortunately, he was not an idle person. He roared, and a pair of palms the size of a grinding disc patted directly at the other party.

The blue-black earth spirit and the power of the flame exploded and roared.

"buzz............"bang............"bang..............."

Almost at the same moment, three different sound of qi and blood bursts exploded, and the "thin master" of Wanliuzong immediately handed over to Zixia Sword King and Beiming Crazy Knife, who came with Wuji.

Wujishou, Zixia Sword King and Beiming Crazy Knife are all famous figures in Jiangbei martial arts. Their strength is enough and their hearts are fierce enough, but their origins are still worse than the "Fat and Thin Two".

"Fat and Thin Two" is one of the most prominent sects in Jiangbei - the elders of Wanliu Sect. The two of them are good at kung fu, first-class martial arts, first-class backstage and first-class skills. They are both in the realm of master, but their strength is higher than the three Wuji.

Under the hard contact, the "thin master" regretted Zixia Sword King and Beiming Crazy Knife, but they did not fall behind.

However, the previous Wuji hand and the "fat master" won or lost in an instant.

"Tunic Japanese-character mysterious skills - big split heavenly hand."

"Fire-based Japanese-character chaotic skills - Wuwang Tianhuo."

The moment of the handover of qi and blood between the two sides was just a blink of an eye. The blue and red flame on the "Fat Master" turned into a rosefinch flying high, tearing the blue and black light of the infinite hand and stirring the huge dragon turtle into pieces.

The body of the "Fat Master" crashed into the arms of the Wuji hand. The blue fire rose, and the Wuji hand only had time to make a short cry. The whole person was burned into a dark coke shape, fell to the ground and turned into ethereal soot.

In one round, Wuji's hand was killed by his opponent before he could condense his own spirit of qi and blood.

Zixia Sword King and Beiming Crazy Knife looked at each other and immediately understood their own meanings. They pulled out their weapons and flew back, and summoned their own Qi and blood martial arts at the same time.

"Kword God..."

"Sword God..."

The light of qi and blood on the two people rose to the sky, tearing apart the clouds and fog. Circles of clouds and waves rolled like a whirlpool. The two qi and blood warriors with a height of ten meters drooped down in the sky, with thousands of momentum.

But at the same time, the "two fat and thin people" pulled up their hands like children, singing the ancient Dharma.

"Heaven and earth are of the same origin, and all streams return to the clan."

In an instant, the light on the two people burst and rushed straight to the sky like an arrow. The most strange thing was that next to the two qi and blood martial arts spirits of "Sword God" and "Sword God", the void was torn without life, and two qi and blood martial spirits with a height of 15 meters appeared.

These two martial arts are far taller and burly, and their faces are clear and exquisite.

The martial arts spirit is closely related to the strength and familiarity of the host's own qi and blood. The stronger your qi and blood, the stronger the control, the greater the power of the martial arts god, and the clearer the appearance. The martial arts god condensed by the peak martial arts master is like a fresh person, and the pores are clearly visible.

Not only that, the more powerful the martial arts god condensed, the bigger the martial arts god. The martial arts god at the peak of martial arts is even 30 meters, as tall as a mountain.

The Zixia Sword King and the martial arts god of Beiming Crazy Knife are only about ten meters, while the martial arts god of the "fat and thin two" is 15 meters huge, and the judgment is high and low.

This is the benefit of the birth of a first-rate sect.

The profound foundation of the sect makes the "fat and thin two" martial arts gods far better than others, and their understanding of martial arts is not comparable to that of Zixia Sword King and Beiming Crazy Knife.

The martial arts gods of both sides bombarded each other, and the light burst.

Unfortunately, it's just a round, and the "fat two" martial arts god tore the other party's martial arts to pieces.

The reason is also very simple. The martial arts god of "Fat Two" knows how to dodge and simple attack skills, while the Beiming Crazy Knife and the Zixia Sword King are as dull as a puppet. They have no skills to say. As soon as they fight, they are torn to pieces.

The spirit of qi and blood was destroyed, and the Zixia Sword King and the Beiming Crazy Knife spewed out a mouthful of blood at the same time and fell down.

One shot to death.

The life-related spirit of qi and blood is torn to pieces, just like the user himself is killed by the other party.

This is also the reason why Zixia Sword King and Beiming Crazy Knife were born.

These ordinary sects have never had masters at the level of martial arts over the years. They have no idea about the spirit of qi and blood. If it weren't for the grace of gods, they would have no hope to win the realm of martial arts for life with their strength. Now, even if they have reached it, they still know a little about fur, and how can they be the opponent of the "fat and thin two".

There is not much difference between qi and blood, but the strength is very different. This is the strength of the first-class sect.

As a result, the three people who grabbed food and ate, the fat and thin two scattered the martial arts spirit and looked at each other with a smile, which was very happy. In the past, before reaching the realm of Wu Zun, it was extremely difficult to deal with the other three. There is little difference in the realm of the master. Only when the qi and blood turn into Wu Zun will there be an obvious qualitative breakthrough.

"Brother, don't rob me from you. You are timid and born dull. Even if you kill this boy and get the grace of the gods, it is difficult to go a long way in the realm of martial arts. I have been smarter than you when I was a child. You give it to me. Why do you open your mouth?"

The fat man said, and suddenly found that the brother opposite opened his mouth with an incredible look.

He thought that the other party was cheating himself to make a sneak attack, but at this moment, his heart was cold, and a square-headed sword silently pierced his chest, and on the edge of the sword, there was still dripping hot beads of blood.

The fat man turned his head in awe, but saw that Wu Pengwei, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground, dissipated like a shadow.

The next moment, the fat man will lose consciousness forever.

At this time, the thin man was also extremely shocked. He calmed down in a panic and wanted to use martial arts to capture the other party. But the strange thing was that the teenager behind his brother like a shadow dissipated like a fog and completely disappeared.

He looked around, but he didn't find the shadow of the other party.

The thin man was shocked and wanted to retreat, but at this time, he was frightened to find that his limbs did not obey the command, and there was a crisp cutting sound at the joints, and the limbs were neatly separated and fell to the ground.

He closed his eyes feebly and gasped loudly. He didn't understand how he was hit by the other party's sword move.

Only the open eyes on the fat man's head that fell to the ground fully reflected the process.

It was a figure as unpredictable as a phantom and a night ghost with no signs and life.

At this time, Wu Pengwei's straight figure showed the essence in the void. Standing in front of the body of the thin venerable, his eyes snapped his fingers coldly, and his mind moved. The next moment, a thick and sharp earth pierced the body of the thin vener and stood up high.

The thorns avoided the key point, but the severe pain made the thin venerable still let out a sad howl.

The wound is very painful, and the blood will be completely dry after an hour. At that time, the thin venerable will stand on the prairie like a specimen.

That will be the best warning for the pursuer.

After finishing all this, Wu Pengwei turned around and strode north, without the initial staggering and rickety.

(I encountered a super depressing thing today, which greatly affected my mood)