The whole body is skinny, but Qing Zhou is sensitive to the fact that the skinny arm contains infinite power, and after the strengthening of the demonic beast's original blood power, his physical strength is comparable to that of a monk who has just entered the Mahayana realm. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now, because of the transformation of mana, most of the spells in Qingzhou cannot be used, only the physical power can be exerted ten percent, in addition, the iron rod in the hand can play the sword moves, but it needs to be slowly tested and familiar with the driving method of the demonic qi.

"Well, Laiwu has defeated the ninety-seventh opponent, and if no one objects, he will be the hundred-man general on our side. ”

Surrounded by everyone, Laiwu was five people tall, his whole body was covered with protruding muscles like iron blocks, his head was full of sharp horns, and his arms were stained with purple blood, which was left behind by his victory over his opponent.

Before being recruited into the army, Laiwu was a well-known Hedao demon cultivator, strong and ferocious, and he was even more comfortable in the army, so that his companions did not dare to fight back, and he was a popular candidate for a hundred generals.

Among the ninety-seven demon cultivators who were defeated by Laiwu, there were many strong opponents, but they were attacked by his strong body, whether it was fists or spells, they were all defeated and dissipated, and finally defeated.

There were even a few demon cultivators with weak physiques who were beaten to death by Laiwu, their internal organs were ruptured, their brains flowed to the ground, and their shape was miserable.

But watching all this, the ferocious nature of the demon cultivator was exposed, and in the face of the tragic death of his companion, not only did no one feel sad, but instead raised his arms and cheered, celebrating Laiwu's victory.

"Since there is no objection, then I, Laigu, am the 100-man general of this team. ”

Laiwu roared loudly, his thick arms waving high, and even the thinnest wrist was thicker than Qingzhou's waist.

"Laiwu, Laiwu!" the surrounding demon cultivators cheered loudly.

"Wait, I have an opinion. ”

Hearing this, the crowd calmed down, and the demon cultivators turned around one after another, looked at the person who spoke, and then saw the thin and tall demon cultivator with an iron staff.

"Rusty staffman, you are also looking for death, very good!"

When Lai Wu saw Qing Zhou, he laughed wildly and said, "I have defeated ninety-seven, plus you, and there are still two to reach a hundred, and I will become a veritable hundred generals." ”

Qing Zhou smiled lightly, "It's a pity, you can't do it, because you will lose to me." ”

"Well, just by what you say, I'm going to tear you to pieces of flesh the size of your fingernails later. Laiwu roared angrily, and the veins of his whole body floated, thick and ugly like an earthworm.

"Will the Rusty Cane Bearer do it?"

"Of course not, you see that Laiwu is so strong, I'm afraid that a collision will make this thin bamboo pole fall apart. ”

"Isn't that boring?"

"How can it be boring, although the fight is not watchable. But Laiwu played torture and killing very well, just to see how the rusty staff man was bled and dismembered and turned into neat pieces of meat. ”

Lai Wu roared, his legs exerted force, turned sideways and hit Qingzhou with his shoulder, in his opinion, Qingzhou was skinny and skinny, and he couldn't withstand this move at all.

According to previous experience, the moment the shoulder touches the enemy, a chain reaction ensues, with the crisp sound of bones cracking, the slightly dull squeezing and cracking of internal organs, and then the sizzle of flesh and blood crushing.

To Lai Wu's surprise, a sharp pain came from his shoulder.

Qing Zhou raised the rusty iron staff and pointed it on Lai Wu's shoulder, although there was no sword in his hand, the condensed power of the iron rod was like a sword qi with great lethality.

Lai Wu was in pain, because the iron rod had already sunk into the flesh, and if he continued to charge, he was very likely to be injured, so he immediately took a few steps back, dodged the attack of the iron rod, and then swept his arm over, hitting Qing Zhou in the face.

Qing Zhou withdrew the iron staff, he was not familiar with the operation of the demonic qi, the sword style just now was extremely clumsy, if it was a human body, he would have pierced the head of Laiwu a long time ago, so it can be seen that it is not suitable to use swordsmanship now.

Laiwu's arm brought out a whirring wind, a seemingly simple move, without any rules, and it was better than this to splash and fight, but it was actually one of the killer moves of this demon cultivator.

Among the ninety-seven defeated demon cultivators, most of them were defeated by this move, and where they were hit by the arm, their bones were shattered into slag and their flesh was rotten into mud, and the demon cultivators were either killed or injured.

Qingzhou bowed his head slightly, allowing Lai Wu's arm to hit his forehead.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of all the onlookers flashed with bloodthirsty light, as if they saw a brilliant scene of a big head shattered and red and white things splashing everywhere.

With a muffled bang, Lai Wu's arm stopped on Qing Zhou's forehead, and the scene of the demon cultivators' fantasies did not happen, and the thin head was intact, without a faint crack.

The next moment, something even more shocking happened, and Ilha leaned forward.

"Cluck" "Ahh

First there was the sound of a hard object breaking, and then an earth-shattering scream.

Laiwu stepped back suddenly, and the place where his arm touched Qingzhou's forehead was broken, bending out at a strange angle, and it turned out that his arm was broken by the force of the shock.

Qingzhou twisted his neck left and right, and his bones made a crisp sound, looking as if nothing had happened.

As soon as he made contact just now, Qing Zhou judged that Lai Wu's physical strength was equivalent to that of a monk in the late stage of Hedao, and it was no problem to sweep away other demon cultivators, but to shoot at Qing Zhou was like a baby swinging a fist at a strong man.

"Then I made a move. ”

As soon as Qingzhou's words fell, the iron rod lightly touched the ground and rushed towards Laiwu.

The iron rod was held flat in the air, without any swordsmanship moves, and it was completely violently stabbed with the strength of the flesh.

From the strong wind, Laiwu smelled the smell of rust, and despite the sharp pain from the broken arm, he turned over to dodge the attack.

A cool breeze slammed into Laiwu's mouth, and then the world went black in front of him, and he was no longer conscious.

Qing Zhou stood, his eyes swept around, and the demon cultivators who were swept by his gaze lowered their heads one after another, and then retreated.

Holding the iron rod in his hand, he pulled it up with all his might, and pulled it out of Laiwu's mouth, the tip still dripping with sparse purple blood.

At this moment, the Hundred Rusty Staff Bearers were born. General Wan Ember is a mid-Mahayana demon cultivator, his figure is no different from ordinary people, his skin is grayish-white, he was originally a reclusive cultivator, this time he was invited by the Dry Sand Demon Venerable, joined the army and was immediately given the position of general.

This time out of the mountain, General Wan Shen was determined to follow the dry sand demon venerable to make a career, so he selected the strong people in the demon cultivation under his command and appointed a hundred generals.

At this moment, the nine demon cultivators who were following him were different in height, shortness, fat and thin, and there were two female cultivators among them, all of whom were a hundred generals under him.

"General, the hundred demon cultivators here are still absolutely with each other, and they want to decide the candidates for the hundred generals, but there is one Laiwu among them, whose strength is far superior to others, and there is no suspense in the decisive victory. ”

What he explained to General Wan Ember was that it was the hundred people general Yuan Zhuang, who was at the peak of the realm, shrewd and capable, and was a very important confidant of General Wan Ash.

General Wan Shen nodded, didn't say anything more, and walked to the barracks with nine hundred generals.

The demon cultivators gathered in a circle, watching with relish, and thunderous cheers erupted from time to time.

"What are you looking at?" Yuan Zhuang stepped forward and grabbed a demon cultivator with one palm.