As soon as his hammer moved, the wind went wild, and then the stones, and the stones, and the rocks, and the rocks, and the walls of the rocks, began to tremble, and then they rolled in turn. Only Luozhuang, located in the center www.biquge.info stood like a clock, his steps were like a loose, and the violent wind blew on his body, but he couldn't bring the slightest ripple, only his eyes were flickering slightly.

The hammer hit, Luo Zhuang's body leaned slightly, and the strength mixed with pure aura was launched from the soles of his feet, poured into the top of his fist, and turned into a force of heaven, facing each other head-on, fighting the immortal remnants with flesh and blood, this courage alone is enough to be admirable.

However, he didn't seem to be satisfied with this, and after successfully withstanding Wei Jingwei's full force, the second round of punching power had already followed, and the huge hammer body immediately made a muffled sound, as if it was sounding the death knell for a certain enlightened monk, which made people's hearts inexplicably heavy when they heard it.

The listener is still like this, let alone the threat of bearing this blow.

He knew that the boss was powerful, but the other party's terrifying strength was still beyond his imagination. He was a little glad that if he had only entered the five-phase horse thief at the beginning, he would have been hit like this, I am afraid that his flesh and blood would have been flying and his bones would have been gone!

However, there are no ifs in life. Since he is alive, then he should devote all his strength to dealing with the current fierce enemy.

Wei Jingwei only made a hammer, he still has a hand, and there is still a hammer in his hand, I don't know if the other party can still fight with the two hammers. But when he was about to pick up his other arm, Wei Jingwei actually found that he couldn't lift his left arm. It's just that the left half of his body has been caught in Luozhuang's stormy counterattack, and he can't break free for a while. And what made him so embarrassed was actually a finger.

A swift arrow, a deadly finger that pierces armor and pierces stones.

During this period of work, Luo Zhuang's command skills were already as urgent as rain, and he had already sealed his thirteen opportunities to attack before and after, and no matter how difficult Ren Wei struggled, it was difficult to send a blow that turned the situation around.

He even firmly believed that as long as he allowed himself to use the momentum of double hammering, he would be able to cut everything off immediately.

The tide of battle and human lives.

Kloso doesn't look like he's going to get a chance. In Wei Jingwei's view, it is even more impossible. Fortunately, he still has a hand and a hammer, as long as he has it, he can protect himself from falling behind, and he can kill him with one blow when he has the opportunity. So, he wasn't very panicked. But his sweat was flowing, like Luo Zhuang's fingering. The faster the other person's fingering, the more he sweats.

Wei Jingwei was a little surprised, a middle-aged man would be more energetic than himself, a young man in the prime of life, and his endurance seemed to last longer, which made him, a young man who always likes to boast of being young and vigorous, very faceless. But for a while, he had to be controlled by the other party, so at this moment, Wei Jingwei was sincerely angry, and he wanted to break Luo Zhuang's bones one by one, and he couldn't pull out his hand, let alone pick up the hammer.

This time, Luo Zhuang has the upper hand. Moreover, the voltage is stabilized at one end. On the one hand, he responds to the constant hammer bombardment with a single punch, and on the other hand, he uses his nimble and quick fingers to constantly attack the opponent's left vital point. Gradually, he found that Wei was in danger, and the strength in his hands was not as good as before. Years of combat experience taught him that the time had come to launch a general offensive.

This time, Luo Zhuang simply let Wei Jingwei's actions go, no matter whether he was a single hammer or a double hammer round attack, he had the confidence to deal with it easily.

The threat on the other side of the toilet is very uncertain about Luo Zhuang's intention to withdraw. It stands to reason that according to the rhythm of blocking on the one hand and attacking on the other hand, it won't be long before he will fall to the ground. But at this tense juncture, why did this old fox lose this great opportunity?

Although he was puzzled in his heart, Ke Wei's hand was not ambiguous at all, and even if there was, it was only a ten-thousandth of a second, and he couldn't detect it at all. And just after this moment, his pair of Heaven Shaking Demon Golden Hammers had become horns, and they attacked Luo Zhuang from both sides.

Wei Jingwei has predicted that there is no way to go to the sky, there is no way to enter the ground, the world is so big, there is no place for him to hide. His move has been practiced to the realm of Dacheng, even if he is a master of the realm of heaven and man, he must be very careful in the face of this move, if he is not careful, his head will be opened, and the corpse will be on the spot. And after many rounds of consumption and running-in before, he was sure that Luo Zhuang had no power to parry.

Wei Jingwei is indeed calculating, and he is cautious in dealing with people, not saying what should not be said, and not doing what should not be done. So even if the third Qiu Yunhe left him alone in the siege last time, it didn't matter. It's just that the dialogue between the two is a little less. What's more, he doesn't usually like to talk much, so the impact of things is even less.

It's a question, can this next person who doesn't leak a drop of water want to calculate something, can he not succeed?

But his opponent was Luo Zhuang. Luozhuang is not an ordinary person, not even a human, but a beast. Will those tricks really work?

Looking at the pair of golden sledgehammers, there is already a vision.

It was a pair of brilliant blades of light. Originating from the middle of Luozhuang and the two fingers of the index fingers, more than a foot long, they are real two daggers. At the end of the day, it's just a few fingers. But in his eyes, like two pistols, they pulled out from under his armpit, and stabbed his left hand to his right, and his right hand into his left side. Listening to only two pops, the world seemed to become quiet.

Wei Jingwei didn't expect that the magic gold hammer made of pure gold and the blood of monsters was actually pierced by a pair of Luo Zhuang's fleshy fingers. What's even worse is that just after the first two blows were fired, Luo Zhuang's third blow had quietly come to his side and kissed him on the chest. It was one foot, and one was slightly fat. In fact, the soles of the feet are larger. Luo Zhuang actually kissed the other party's chest with his own foot.

And Wei Jingwei's body was really so timely, and when the other party's feet were kissed on his body, a flower appeared at the place of contact. Blood pear blossoms.

Not only was Wei Jingwei, but even Luo Zhuang, who made the move, had a look of surprise on his face.

First of all, Wei Jingwei was surprised because he didn't expect that the other party's seemingly insipid move actually contained such earth-shattering power.

What Luo Zhuang didn't expect in advance was that the other party's seemingly rugged, but actually even rougher man, could bloom such a gorgeous blood flower, and once he woke up, he would never stop, as if he had to exhaust all the vitality on Wei Jingwei's body to finish.

Wei Jingwei knew that the general situation was gone, so he dropped his weapon and turned to escape. Who knows, Na Luozhuang didn't chase it, but just picked up one of the two golden stalks from the ground and played it in the palm of his hand, so that it could float in his own grasp. This kind of manipulation of other people's life and death fate, he has always worked hard. Or rather, he also sees this kind of thing as a pastime. People like them who have reached a certain level of cultivation have a personality and temper that are somewhat different from ordinary people.

For example, Fang Xishi, he doesn't drink alcohol on weekdays, but he only has a soft spot for vinegar. The head of the Tianmu Zun Mansion, Tianzun, is fond of women, while Dizun is fond of gambling. Even Su Ruyun, the head of the ethereal cloud peak, who has always been particular about asking for little desire, is no exception, I heard that she likes to sleep in the crypt, and she has been sleeping for decades, because for such a long time, the disciples have found many places inside and outside the door, not to mention digging three feet into the ground, but it is also meticulous, but still nothing.

Compared with the masters of these big factions, Luozhuang's hobby is not unusual. At best, perverted. Both become strong in killing and pervert in killing.

Wei Jingwei relied on his broad palm to barely block the wound on his body, but the blood still seeped down the edge. He was so anxious that he took out a bottle of hemostatic powder from his bosom that had been prepared for an unknown amount of time, pulled the wooden cork on the top with his mouth, and sprinkled it on the crack.

But before the healing elixir could exert its due effect, the stream of blood had already dispersed the hemostasis, flowing happily to the ground and galloping into the distance.

Until now, Wei Jingwei has realized: My life is at stake.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that there are unfulfilled wishes waiting to be fulfilled before death.

Seeing that the enemy who does not share the sky is close at hand, but he can't use the bloody blade with his own hands. Wei actually gritted his teeth in danger, and the wound on his chest couldn't help but worsen a lot. However, today's blood is not flowing outward as before, but with a poetic murmur of "small bridges and flowing water". The wound is not healed, but tired, after all, there is not much blood in his body.

Looking at the fruits of his labor, Luo Zhuang smiled and said:

"My dear brother, do you have any last words you would like to say?"

Na Wei finally swallowed a mouthful of blood, and after being sneered by Luo Zhuang, he couldn't help but spit it out again, and then said slowly:

"I wish you didn't die a good death!"

Luo Zhuang was not angry after hearing this, and the smile on his face was even stronger. He knew that it was useless to take advantage of his tongue, and that only the victor was qualified to decide life and death. Laughing is the sign of a victor, and he wants to fully embody it. Not only for himself, but also for Wei Jingwei.

I'm the winner!

"Okay, then I'll let you die first!"

As soon as the words came out, a violent wind rose in Luo Zhuang's palm, directly sucking Wei Jing, who was huge and a few meters away, dangerously sucked it over. In this process, the two hundred and six bones and six hundred and thirty-nine muscles on the latter's body, as well as four hundred and nine acupuncture points of the fourteen meridians, all became a mass point at this time. It's said to be a mass point, but it's actually just a palm-sized lump of meat. And no one who doesn't look at the previous process can't imagine that there is a tiger and bear strong man hidden in a space of this size. And what is even more incomprehensible is that Luo Zhuang actually put him in his mouth, a mouthful of his stomach, not to mention the bones, and he didn't even spit out the atmosphere.

"Hmph, it is said that the death without a body is the tragedy of a tragic death, and today I will let you die without a body. ”

Luo Zhuang smacked his lips and couldn't help but look at the ground again at the dead place. Chen Yulian, who still had residual warmth on her body, resurfaced with an evil look.

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