V2.Chapter 98

Jue Wushen frowned, and he also had some fear in his heart: Fengyun and Yun are not as good as he is in terms of skill, but at this age, they have such skill, which is beyond his youth. Given Fengyun a few years, it's hard to imagine how much the two of them will grow!

Juetian was even more jealous, and it was a shame for him to run away under the palms of Fengyun and Yun.

If they can't beat them, they naturally want to call Lao Tzu, and Jue Tian yelled loudly: "Father, please take action, kill these two lunatics, and clear the way for the Japanese army!"

"Forget it! Forget it! Since you two juniors don't know how to praise, I will send you on your way."

With a cold snort, Ju Wushen used his profound kung fu, and made a bold move. The surging and majestic real strength was condensed, and a bright and blazing brilliance bloomed on the two fists, like two rounds of blazing sun, which was shocking.

However, this blow was not aimed at Fengyun and Feng Yun, but Jue Wushen turned his fists and turned to attack Jue Tian standing behind Jue Wushen!

"God be careful!"

When Juetian was resentful and jealous, he heard Jue Wushen's exclamation and woke up suddenly, but when he reacted, it was already too slow.

Before he could move, his body seemed to be trapped in a black hole. In the void, a pair of invisible magic palms strangled his neck, making him unable to move.

Click!

A blue shadow flashed past, the head of this vicious and fierce Dongying young and powerful man had been taken off abruptly, his eyes were protruding, and he could not rest in peace.

The evil king, Shi Zhixuan, combined all the methods of evil killing in the demon sect. After taking off the head of Juetian from among the Raksha ghost soldiers, he used the phantom magic body technique, and his body seemed to be transformed into a phantom, blending into the black night, absolutely lifeless The strength of the fist is like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing invisibly...

After using the seal of immortality to remove the power of his powerful fist, Xie Wang put his left hand behind his back and held a bleeding head in his right, with an air of arrogance.

"Worthy of being the evil king!!"

Bai Feng witnessed Shi Zhixuan's attack with his own eyes, and his hair stood on end.

He is also good at lightness kungfu and body skills, but he claims to be inferior to the unpredictable phantom magic body skills.

Shi Zhixuan's attack was too fast, killing Juetian with a snap of his fingers, everyone on the field was in an uproar, shocked like ghosts and gods, but Jue Wushen was full of anger, and cursed with his halberd fingers: "You...you... ..You dare to kill Tian'er, I will kill you without a place to bury you!!"

It would be unbearable for any father in the world to see his son being killed in front of his eyes.

Jue Wushen's eyesight is cracking, he has already gone mad!

The majestic body in the golden armor abruptly raised three inches, the majestic and burly body like a hill suddenly rushed over, raised his arms to the sky, and punched out suddenly!

Rumble!

Shen Lixiong's fist strength cracked the air, where the fist strength was domineering, it seemed that two respected Yue Dashan were pressing on top of him, it was suffocating.

There was a slight arc at the corner of Shi Zhixuan's mouth, he gently threw the head away, the green clothes moved, and the void rippled, unexpectedly there appeared seven identical phantoms, no one knew where the evil king's real body was.

After these years, he has already practiced his magic skills to the limit. At this time, he constantly uses the seal of immortality to defuse Jue Wushen's punches, and then uses the strange technique of the Demon Gate Butian Pavilion to attack and kill Jue Wushen's vital points.

Others could no longer see the situation on the field clearly. The two masters shot with all their strength, and the aftermath of the energy on the field dissipated.

In the blink of an eye, more than 30 moves passed, Shi Zhixuan opened the distance with phantom magic body skills, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly: "This guy's external skills have been practiced to the peak, it has come from the outside to the inside, not only the sword is hard to hurt, even the inner martial arts It's hard to hurt him at all..."

The method of the devil's insidious killing is unpredictable, and even Liu Hao is praised. Absolutely Wushen's martial arts follow the path of wide opening and closing. The shell was forcibly hit by the evil king's seal of immortality a few times, although there was no serious injury, the blood in his chest was still churning.

In this fierce battle, the golden armor on Jue Wushen's body was cracked inch by inch, exposing the short leather armor inside. Jue Wushen was also shocked and angry, and thought to himself: "What is the origin of this man in Tsing Yi? When did such a character appear in the martial arts!? The speed of movement is still higher than mine. Within three breaths, he attacked seventy-two vital points all over my body. opponent!"

"Your Excellency's martial arts can be called the number one person in the Central Plains."

Absolutely confident in his own martial arts, Jue Wushen clasped his hands together and said, "Your Excellency has also seen that tens of thousands of ghost Rakshasa dead soldiers from Wushen Jue Palace have landed, and there are 100,000 Dongpu troops behind, who are about to Get off the bed and land on the shore, and step on the Shenzhou. With your martial arts, why don't you join hands with me to take the Central Plains Wulin, and then you and I will sit side by side, wouldn't it be extremely enjoyable!?"

This guy really has the habit of a hero, cold-blooded and ruthless, his son died in front of his eyes, he still bears the hatred, and wants to recruit a strong enemy who will kill his son.

Shi Zhixuan laughed softly: "You barbarian from Japan, you thought you were invincible in the world after you practiced a foreign skill. Now that His Majesty the Holy Emperor is so powerful in China, what are you? One million barbarians from Japan will come, and even one left!"

Dressed in a big Tsing Yi, standing tall and tall in front of tens of thousands of ghosts, Shi Zhixuan stared at the majesty, his gaze seemed to be a sharp blade that could pierce the night, making one's heart palpitating.

Jue Wushen was furious, his anger reached the extreme, and he roared: "Speak wildly, if I don't kill you today, I swear I won't be a human being!"

Before he could finish his ruthless words, a black shadow suddenly rushed in front of him. The evil king's phantom magic body technique was unleashed. Within a hundred feet, he could reach him with every step. The field was full of elegant and elegant blue figures. Condensed into a solid body, whether it's a fist or a palm or a finger or a leg, every move and every form is a lore move, in an instant it seems that there are thousands of Shi Zhixuan rushing to kill.

Jue Wushen's skills are strong, but his reaction speed is much slower. Facing the double shadow ultimate move, he stomped his feet on the ground heavily, and with his arms crossed in the air, he suddenly raised his indestructible golden body.

The golden light circulated, and the body of Ju Wushen exuded a bright light, forming a shield of stellar energy, just like a big sun hanging high in the sky. ....