Chapter 6353： What about my punch

As everyone knows, what Wangchuan holds on the sixth day is the cold moon. Night, one of the twelve workers of Supreme Sharp Knife. It is extremely tough, and it is made of a meteorite.

Therefore, even if compared with the three disasters of the industry fire, it is only slightly inferior to the first half. There is no substantial difference between the two.

But at the moment, on this blade, there is an irregular gap, showing the marks of fists.

"This...."

"How is this possible ?!"

After seeing this, on the sixth day, he forgot to sway the throat, and swallowed a hard spit. He is almost a hundred years old this year, and the cold moon he used. Night, even since his debut, he has experienced There have been more than 10,000 battles, big and small.

At the same time, in the course of so many battles, on the sixth day, Wangchuan himself and the many magical weapons had fought each other hard, but never had a half-way scar on his blade. .

In contrast, the punch that Zhang Xiaofan just cast can actually blow out the shape of a punch on the edge of the cold moon. Night? !!

On the other hand, on the ground, Zhang Xiaofan, like before, still maintained a punching gesture. He shook his shoulders, grinned, and said.

"Forgetting Chuan on the sixth day, just now you asked me, what exactly was your sword?"

"Now I leave the same question to you again and ask you what do you think of my punch?"

I heard Zhang Xiaofan's words that were obviously provocative and provocative. On the sixth day, Wang Chuan's complexion became more gloomy. Before that, he was more skillful, and the appearance of Zhizhu was completely gone.

"good, very good, excellent....."

"What a godless god. Zhang Wutian!"

At this moment, the sixth day of forgetfulness is directly angrily anti-smiling, following himself from the emergence in the Eastern world of cultivation, until now there have been 60-70 years of Supreme Master Twelve Workers, but today is actually broken, what about it? Can we not let the regret for the sixth day forget Wang Chuan?

"Today, oldness will use your blood and life to sacrifice my sword, cold moon. Night!"

"Zhang Wutian, today's Tsutori Shrine is your burial place!"

On the sixth day, forgetting Chuanyangtianchangxiao was as indifferent as he was before. The appearance of Chengzhu in the chest can be said to have undergone a fundamental change.

At this time, when he looked at the Forgotten River on the sixth day, his face was full of tyrannical and mad killing intentions. This is even better than his son, the sixth day Demon King. Nothing worse!

"Forbidden Art. Ninefold Shadows, Thousands of Mirages!"

With the roar of Wang Chuan on the sixth day, the three fingers behind his left and right hands were fastened to each other, and then the index finger and thumb were only pressed together.

This gesture is a unique knotting technique unique to Toei Ninja!

Three ...

Six ...

Badao ...

Twelve ...

I saw that on the sixth day, Wang Chuan was still floating in midair, as before.

However, his figure is reduced to three at this moment, and the number of shadows has not been reduced by half, but it is increasing at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, which is a geometrical multiple, as if there is no end, endless .. ....