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Chapter 107 Even you can speak of the Eight Realms?

Eight Realms?

One punch?

These light words shook everyone's thinking like a thousand-ton sledgehammer.

They heard right just now.

"I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth!" Fan Chaosheng laughed back in anger, bent his knees and pressed down, "I see that your breath is not stable, it seems that you are exhausted after a big battle, and you dare to speak nonsense."

"You can understand that under the eight realms, there are all ants!"

In Fan Pilgrim's perception, the invisible "Qi" around Lu Ze's body is not as thick as the surging mountains of the Eighth Realm, but is getting thinner and thinner.

Today, he will kill Lu Ze in front of countless people in this hunting camp.

Set up the rules of his fan pilgrimage!

hum~

Everyone only felt that the eardrums popped heavily, and the earth trembled.

I saw a black shadow rolling up the dust wave like a dragon and rising into the air, like a black lightning bolt, pulling out an afterimage nearly ten meters long, hanging high in the air like a giant blade in an instant, and about to slash down with a violent wave in the next second.

"That's Fan Pilgrimage's extreme kick!"

"The guillotine, the name of the guillotine... One leg can break the city gate, everyone, get out of the way!"

However, before everyone reacted, Fan Chaosheng's figure had already pulled out layers of afterimages in mid-air, and rolled down violently with the fog within ten meters around him.

Covered in dust waves, legs are like long knives.

The gravel that had risen from the ground before hit the leg knife and was chopped into powder the moment it hit the leg knife.

Lu Ze raised his head indifferently, watching the leg knife whose speed broke through [-] meters per second in an instant. At this moment, several white waves rose suddenly from around his feet, and the two fingers of his right hand were like knives across his side.

In an instant, on the side of the two fingers, layers of air waves spread, causing ripples visible to the naked eye.

"How dare you speak of the Eight Realms?"

The sound waves are rolling, stirring the four directions.

Lu Ze clasped his fingers slightly, bringing up countless residual winds, and everyone saw in a trance that the air waves merged into a torrential river at this moment, like a dragon leaping into the sky.

hold head high--

Because of the high-speed agitation of the gas at the fingertips, it caused simultaneous resonance in the surroundings.

Lu Ze didn't dodge or dodge, standing on the spot, and when he was about to be slashed in the neck by Fan Chaosheng's leg knife, his right hand snapped off.

"late!"

Fan Chaosheng laughed wantonly and suppressed it suddenly.

In his eyes, Lu Zetuo didn't do anything, but it saved him all the plans for changing his moves.

At this moment, his leg speed has exceeded Mach 0.6!

In this camp, no one can escape his majestic kick that can break gold and iron, and step on mountains and mountains.

However, just as Fan Pongsheng laughed, in all directions——

Including the Hibiscus Squad, Yanhuang Warriors, Li Hui, Bi Yanming, and even dozens of members of the tactical squad gathered here, hundreds of people only felt their eardrums pop suddenly.

They really felt the sudden drop in air pressure in the domain they were in at this time.

The image of the white dragon that suddenly dragged five overlapping phantoms appeared on their retinas!

Proudly angry, there was a whistling sound, accompanied by Lu Ze's two fingers pointing to a void in front of his shoulder at the same time.

In the Star Origin Sea of ​​Consciousness, the number of 400 evaporated in an instant.

Nourishes—

It was as if thousands of pieces of steel rubbed against each other and trembled together, making the teeth of the listeners sour and their fingers numb.

The terrifying scene of black clouds pressing down on the city freezes in mid-air instantly, and Jiang Tao Bailong leaping over the water disappears at the same time.

Under the black cloud, there is a right leg that has returned to stillness from the afterimage, and the whole body is shining with metallic luster.

Between the tibia and fibula of the right leg is the Xiajuxu acupoint, but seeing Lu Ze pressing two fingers across it, he tapped lightly.

--boom!

A wave of air perpendicular to the ground scattered and collapsed from the fingertips.

The white dragon of the Nujiang crashed through the black city, and traversed ten meters in an instant!

Fan Zongsheng was like a carp shot in the air by a giant torpedo, pushed ten meters horizontally, and was slapped heavily on the camp wall.

Fine cracks spread out like spider webs, and the earth trembled.

puff--

A mouthful of blood sprayed out, and Fan Chaosheng slid down against the wall. He was about to stand up, but he didn't think about staggering, and fell heavily to the ground.

Fan Chaosheng was stunned and looked down.

The armor condensed from the liquid metal adhered to the knee of the right leg, and then... disappeared completely!

Tick-tock blood slid down the edge of the broken armor.

The feeling of emptiness floods the brain from the bottom up.

His eyes suddenly went black.

"mine……"

"Where are the legs!"

Fan Chaosheng howled terribly.

The crowd was silent at first, and then countless eyes looked at Lu Ze who calmly put away his two fingers in horror.

An uncontrollable trembling exclamation suddenly sounded.

"Using strength to control Qi, between exerting strength, you can penetrate a hundred steps. He is a warrior!"

"The metal battle suit, the energy to protect the body, can be broken with one blow..."

"He's the real..."

"Eight realm warriors!"

Everyone was in an uproar, looking in disbelief at the young man who calmly turned and walked towards the remaining five Yanhuang warriors.

Warrior of the Eight Realms, that is a transcendent existence that only exists outside the battle fortress, only exists in the Internet and TV, and only exists in looking up and legends!

Today, he just appeared in the free camp so casually.

As for Bi Yanming, the deputy chief of the camp, his eyes were darkened at this moment. If the assistant around him did not support him vigilantly, he might faint on the spot.

And Wang Yun, who was holding the teacup and was frozen in place, looked at Lu Ze with a flushed face, trembling all over.

So, Lu Ze is Zhan, Zhan, Zhan... General, the person she has been tit-for-tat and almost pointed at her nose before, is... Eighth Realm Warrior!

At this moment, it was as if the whole body was electrified, and the teacup in Wang Yun's hand was shaking and was about to fall.

Lu Ze looked at the five Yanhuang warriors. Every time he took a step, the five took a step back.

"My lord, no, it's none of our business."

"We were just helping to move stuff."

"We didn't make a move." Zhao Rong, with unusually long arms, cried out loudly as he retreated while holding the knife.

However, at this moment, when everyone's eyes fell on Lu Ze again, no one expected that Fan Chaosheng under the wall would bounce up instantly with the power of the ground, pulling up an afterimage and leaping into the air.

He looked at Lu Ze with hatred and resentment, threw out his right arm, and a spinning golden revolver suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.

With the arm thrown straight forward, the muzzle of the black hole pointed at the back of Lu Ze's head!

No one knew that he was a master of both spears and legs!

Fan Chaosheng, who had lost a leg, had scarlet eyes, a twisted and crazy smile on his face, and suddenly pressed the trigger.

--go to hell!

click.

"still."

At the moment the trigger was pulled, these two words sounded in Lu Ze's mouth at the same time, as if he had expected it.

Lu Ze landed on his right foot naturally, raised his left heel off the ground, and looked at the completely frozen silent world indifferently.

Nearby were the frightened eyes of the five Yanhuang warriors, and their bodies leaning slightly backwards, wanting to retreat again.

In the distance, Li Hui and Bi Yanming were stunned and stupefied looking at each other.

The corner of Lu Ze's mouth curled into a cold arc, his right hand was inserted behind his head, and two fingers were pinched randomly, and a metal bullet hovering in mid-air was gently clamped.

The left foot that was about to be raised was gently pressed down, turned into the center of the circle, and turned around using the momentum.

The two fingers with the warhead between them threw a backhand, and hit layers of ripples that solidified in mid-air.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the still golden pointer resumed its tremor.

boom--

A loud gunshot exploded over the camp.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change, and looked to the side of the wall in fear.

They saw the source of the gunshots, the great golden revolver.

Everyone also saw the sudden bloom of blood on Fan Zhaosheng's eyebrows.

puff.

Fan Chaosheng's body fell heavily to the ground, the golden revolver was still tightly held in his right hand, his wide-open eyes were full of bewilderment.

Yan Huang Warrior, Seven Realms Warrior, Fan Pilgrimage...

dead.

Everyone turned their necks stiffly, and saw the young man who looked at each other indifferently, with a wisp of white smoke dissipating between his raised fingers.

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