Chapter 76 Prey and Hunter

The fist is the size of a grinding disc, which is an illusion caused by the turbulent fist wind tearing the air. The surging black fireworks are like a thirsty beast, crazily devouring all the tangible things around it. The air is adsorbed by the fireworks vortex like a whirlpool. Then it explodes, and finally carries it so fierce that it can lighten the star iron. The fragile power suddenly fell on the top of Wu Pengwei's head.

This blow is fast and pure, just like a fire falling from the sky.

And the black fireworks that can roast everything into ashes are surprisingly cold, like extremely cold, without the heat that fireworks should have.

The fist came too fast, and the cold fire easily tore open the air and touched the fresh flesh and blood.

Wu Pengwei did not dodge or have time to dodge. In the face of this inevitable vicious punch, he chose to turn up with his left hand to master the fist and hit the other party's black giant fist straight.

"Bang..."

The wind is rolling upside down, and the flame bursts.

The seemingly slender white palm actually held the huge fist light and shadow several times its volume. The black fireworks, which were as cold as ice and snow, seemed to have met a nemesis, and involuntarily rolled back to the center of the palm.

The flame is constantly tightening, tightening and tightening.

In an instant, the huge fist phantom shrank sharply and suddenly became a normal volume, only similar to the white palm, just slightly larger.

And this fierce black fist was tightly grasped by the white palm.

Between equal forces, the ground where Wu Pengwei stood with his feet suddenly cracked, collapsed for half a meter, and his whole body was knee-high.

"What?"

The figure behind the cast iron mask suddenly exclaimed, and the must-kill punch that was enough to kill the master of the "God Servant" was easily picked up by the hairy boy in front of him.

Wu Pengwei didn't have time to be happy. Just as he caught his fist, the wind suddenly hit the left side.

A scorching breath broke through the air and came with the roar of the wind.

The only thing that can capture the afterglow at the corners of the eyes is a copper-purple snake. The snake's body is twisted and roaring, like a python that chooses people to eat, sweeping towards Wu Pengwei.

Wu Pengwei was limited by the strength of his fist on the top of his head and could not dodge. He took a deep breath and felt his right hand. A golden long gun ejected out. He shot a little golden light and stabbed at the weakest strength of the copper-colored python-like copper stick.

He has a "finement" and can clearly illuminate the weak points in the power of the other party's qi and blood.

"Hmm?"

The holder of the stick, a thin man with a face with a raw iron mask made a sound, but the copper stick in his hand had been smashed fiercely.

At the top of the head, there are 42 real dragon lights and shadows roaring.

"Boom"

This blow is definitely a shock.

Wu Pengwei flew backwards, his chest was stuffy, and a mouthful of blood suddenly overflowed. The other party was a real "divine servant" level master, which was a little better than the first-class "killing the ancestors". Whether it was the power of qi and blood or the combat skills, it surpassed any opponent before Wu Pengwei. Under a fancy collision, he was high. Judgment.

It's just that Wu Pengwei flew backwards, but he also got rid of the third brother who fell on his head like the top of Mount Tai.

The swallow shook its tail, and Wu Pengwei flipped in the air with a gun and knelt down on one knee.

He raised his head with a strange smile, and a little scarlet blood between the corners of his mouth was particularly clear.

"Kid, you're dying. What else are you laughing at?" The thin man holding a copper iron bar cringed his body, his hands in his broad sleeves, decadent like a sick ghost who is addicted to smoking.

The burly and strong man beside him looked down at his fist repeatedly and whispered puzzledly, "Mom, what's going on? My black flame burning fist is useless? That's so weird.

"The black flame burns the sky fist, the big snake swallows the sun stick, and there is still a 'life-threatening silver flute', and the three major sacrificial wines of the 'Wanzhen Pavilion' Chitian branch are all." Wu Pengwei smiled and wiped away a little blood between the corners of his mouth. His eyes seemed to stop water, reflecting an unimaginable light in the dark night.

"It seems that you have been prepared for a long time, but our three brothers underestimated you."

On the top of the head behind him, in the endless night, a low voice came from afar.

Wu Pengwei doesn't have to look up to know that the owner of this sound must be the "silver flute" at the head of the three major sacrifices. It is rumored that this person is strong enough to squeeze into the top three of Chitian City, but he has always kept a low profile. No one has seen him take action, but there is another rumor. Most of those who have seen him take action are dead. The scum has not been left.

This person's martial arts are high, and the viciousness of the means can be said to be rare in the sky. In the intelligence given to him by Feng Moli, the "life-threatening silver flute" will be the most dangerous enemy of Wu Pengwei on this trip.

"The three sacrifices, do you think you can kill me?"

Wu Pengwei slowly got up and turned to look up at the "silver flute" above his head.

It is a pair of deep eyes without ripples like stopping water, as deep and far away as a dark night.

There was a coldness in his eyes, with contempt. Looking at Wu Pengwei was like looking at a dead thing without any emotion.

"Well, do you still think you have left?"

Before the "life-threatening silver flute" to open his mouth, the elder three beside him shouted, took a step, and immediately swung his fist.

Wu Pengwei did not dodge, but said with a smile.

"Silent forest, the place is not small."

Hearing this, the "life-threatening silver flute" heard this and his heart was moved.

"Lao San, stop!"

It's too late.

Wu Pengwei's eyes flashed a strange luster, and a pair of hexagonal patterns slowly started in the depths of his pupils.

It's like the wheel of fate.

In an instant, whether it was the fierce third brother, or the powerful second brother, or the high "life-threatening silver flute", they all felt that their hearts moved, thousands of magic shadows were there, illusions rose one after another, and the deepest magic thought in their hearts slowly rose, and suddenly turned their minds upside down.

It's just that such a scene only dissipated after about three blinks.

But Wu Pengwei's figure disappeared.

"What's going on?" The old three were shocked, turned his head and looked around, but there was no trace of the other party.

"Don't look for it. This boy ran away." The second brother took out a cigarette bag from his arms, lit a puff of cigarette, took a sip, and spewed out the smoke. Then he whispered, "This boy is not simple. It seems that he has known that we are following him for a long time."

"That's more." The silver flute slowly fell in the air, like a feather. "This silent forest seems to be the place we chose, but it is actually the place he chose. Maybe we are the prey."

The silver flute whispered, and the light flashed in his eyes from time to time.

"Fuck him!" Lao San waved his huge fist and said viciously, "With the strength of that boy, I can punch him to death with two more. I really don't know why the ancestor and General Purple Hammer are so cowardly and lose to a younger generation."

"Lao San, don't forget that you didn't kill him with one punch, and they took it well." The second brother, who was smoking on the side, said coldly.

Lao San Dun was furious, "Do it, that's what I left. You wait, and I'll kill him." After saying that, he jumped with hatred and suddenly disappeared in the dark forest of the night.

The silver flute frowned and frowned: "Second brother, follow up and don't let him be left alone. That boy is weird. If he is single, the third brother is likely to be overshadowed."

The second brother spit out a smoke ring, answered, held the purple copper stick, chased the third brother in the direction, and suddenly disappeared into the dark night.

The silver flute was ordered to stand in place, with his hands behind him, and carefully thought about the changes that occurred before and after the magic thoughts were born. Finally, the scene in his mind was fixed in the pair of clear and deep eyes like water.

"A smart pupil? Well, it's a little interesting."

He smiled, and his figure suddenly exploded, turning into a silver smoke rising to the sky, and disappeared.

After a long time of incense, a tall and towering tree branches appeared a straight figure.

He held a dark long gun. A trace of golden light can be faintly seen on the gun's body. It shines slightly in the dark night. The color is too strong. If this light transmits less than 20 centimeters, it will automatically fade away. The black cloth covered on the body of the gun is like a cloud, covering the golden light. Mang.

This person is Wu Pengwei, who disappeared strangely at the last moment.

I'm afraid that the three people who just left were killed. I can't imagine that the guy they were tracking did not go far away, but hid close to the three people.

"The windy escape method is really easy to use. No wonder this boy always takes himself as the first style medium in the red sky." Wu Pengwei looked at the direction of the three major sacrificial wine of Wanzhen Pavilion and secretly calculated to himself, "The three people, the silver flute is the most powerful, and there are at least 50 real dragons. The forced sense of oppression can't deceive people. The smoker holding a bronze stick is also followed by the power of 42 real dragons. The old three is easier to deal with, forty The power of a real dragon, but in the end, he is the character who opened the two major divine acupuncture points. The quality of qi and blood is better than mine. His strength is higher than mine, but he practices fire boxing. All kinds of fire in the world can be easily swallowed up and digested when he meets my ignorant fire. Well, let's practice with him first.

Wu Pengwei nodded. He was not in a hurry to follow him, but continued to think in his mind.

"The killer of Wanzhen Pavilion has come, and the remnants of the rumored sect have also invited a master to come. I have also tried it along the way. There is indeed a breath far behind me, and I can't get rid of it. I think about it, it's already nearby at this moment."

He thought carefully and thought about the whole plan again in his mind. After making sure that there were no mistakes, he put away the long gun, like a bird passing through the forest, hidden in the darkness.

As the Silver Flute said, this vast silent forest is the best trial place. Wu Pengwei was attracted here by the three sacrificial wine, not being teased. On the contrary, it was the quiet forest he had planned early in the morning. The quiet forest shrouded in the night is deep and strange, which is an excellent place for fighting.

From the moment he stepped out of Chitian City, Wu Pengwei made a dangerous plan.

Either he successfully killed the siege and improved his strength through life-and-death fighting, or he was killed by the killer.

In Wu Pengwei's plan, there will be no third possibility.

The first step into the silent forest is destined that this silent forest will be the choice between life and death.