Those years when I was a corpse guard in Yizhuang

Chapter 90 The winner lives, the loser dies!

Eight Lion King Fist!
This is a boxing method created by an old monk of a different kind in the Western Regions who became enlightened. It is also the secret boxing scripture of the Vajra Gate in the Western Regions.

Then, Mu Shaobai punched out.

boom! ! !
As soon as it reached the sun, the tyrannical and incomparable blood qi rolled out, and the air waves were so powerful that even the thick floor tiles laid on the ground were blown away all the way.

There was no trick to this punch, and it hit the fire dragon directly.

Although this fire dragon was condensed by supernatural powers and had an extremely high temperature, it was also shattered by this punch, turning into sparks all over the sky, annihilated in the raging blood energy, and finally dissipated into nothingness.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Shaobai clenched his fists tightly and stepped out with one step. He had already passed through a distance of more than ten feet and came to the disciple.

When the air flow exploded, a golden fist was already in front of this person, and the strong wind roared, and the fist punched out, directly evacuating the air within ten meters around, and directly smashing down on this Red Leaf Valley disciple.

Rumble!
This disciple only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and his mind was seized by it. The whole world in front of him seemed to be upside down, and the world was spinning. He was so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood.

This punch was a terrible mess!
It has the power to turn the world upside down!

Just at this moment, a small bronze tripod appeared in front of this Hongye Valley disciple like a fleeting shadow, just in time to block the punch.

clang--

The golden fist landed on the small bronze tripod, and it made a sound like a bell, which lasted for a long time, and the lingering sound lingered on the spot.

The small bronze tripod has three legs and two ears, the whole body is dark, and it has a solemn and simple aura. Although it is small, it seems to be as heavy as a mountain.

After receiving this violent punch, it was only a slight shake, and all the force was removed.

"Junior Brother Chen, you step down first, and let me meet this fellow pastor."

A young man with a calm temperament stood in front of the disciple, reached out and grabbed the small bronze tripod in his palm.

He is not amazing in appearance, but he has a calm and indifferent demeanor.

"Senior brother Zheng, I am inferior to others, and I have lost face as a teacher."

The disciple narrowly escaped death, still a little shocked, seeing this young man, he was immediately ashamed, but obediently retreated to the side without any objection.

"That's right, that's what it looks like."

Mu Shaobai withdrew his fist, looked up and down senior brother Zheng, and seemed to see something: "I know you, your name is Zheng Can. It is said that you are the inner sect senior brother of Hongye Valley, except for your junior brother Zheng Min Besides, you are the strongest among the young generation in Hongye Valley!"

"It's all about the love of the brothers and sisters."

Zheng Can's expression was indifferent, neither proud nor angry.

While the two were talking, there was already a group of guards in tough clothes rushing towards this side.

A group of people covered their bodies in heavy armor, held sharp knives, and moved in a uniform manner, with awe-inspiring aura.

Although it was just a group of people, they showed a terrifying momentum like a thousand troops!
The leader was a young captain wearing bright silver armor, holding the sword at his waist, his eyes were sharp, and the bloody aura on his body was as strong as the essence, turning into red mist and wrapping around his body, the murderous intent all over his body was impressive be terrified.

At this time, although the captain was a little annoyed that these people dared to do something in Fangshi, he didn't know what the purpose was, so he just raised his hand to make his subordinates stop and wait and see from a distance.

"I heard that your junior brother Zheng Ming learned Taoism at the age of three, practiced Taoism at the age of six, became innate at the age of 15, and started to forge the foundation of Taoism at the age of 37. He has the talent of a human being, and is known as the most talented person in the history of your Red Leaf Valley. Excellent character."

Mu Shaobai's expression is inexplicable:
"As for you, before Zheng Ming entered Hongye Valley, you were the most outstanding disciple in the sect. If it wasn't for Zheng Ming, you would have been able to enjoy a lot of resources with your aptitude, and now you may have completed the Dao Foundation. It is said that this Zheng Ming and You are still from the same clan, don't you feel any reconciliation in your heart?"

"Junior brother Zheng Ming is a genius, his aptitude and understanding are all above mine, so it is only natural that he enjoys many resources."

Zheng Can gave Mu Shaobai a strange look, and said lightly:
"I am not as skilled as others, and my morals are not as good as him. This is my own reason. I should work harder. Why are you still not reconciled?"

"I've heard that you people in the Western Regions are very martial, advocating the idea of ​​the weak and the strong. If you want something, you have to burn, kill and rob it. It's like a bandit. When you encounter an enemy that you can't deal with, you have to bow your head and submit to yourself. Slaves are servants, even if their blood-related parents die at the hands of each other, they will not dare to resist, and they will not devour the master until they become stronger."

"This style of behavior is simply extremely rude, rude and immoral, shameless, it can be described as ridiculous!"

"The strong win, the weak lose, the winner lives, and the loser dies! My customs and rules in the Western Regions have always been like this."

Mu Shaobai's face was flat, showing no signs of happiness or anger: "Besides, natural selection, survival of the fittest, this is the way of nature! In my opinion, you Middle-earth people are too pedantic!"

Zheng Can shook his head:

"Let's gossip less, the people from the Zhenmagic Division have already arrived, and the senior Daoji guarding this place will definitely come soon, and let me test how good you are!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the small bronze tripod.

hum-

The next moment, the small bronze cauldron hummed, and a heavy mountain-like breath emanated out. The entire tripod rose into the air, and it expanded hundreds of times in size between breaths. The inscription on its surface emitted a bright light. of light.

The entire giant cauldron was like a hill, and it smashed towards Mu Shaobai fiercely from the top down.

woohoo-

The giant cauldron set off a wave of air, pulling out long white traces in the air, like a falling meteorite, violent and fierce!
This shot hit the ground, even a low mountain can collapse!The earth will also knock out a huge sinkhole!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Faced with this simple and rough collision, Mu Shaobai said "Hello" three times, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, as if a raging golden flame was ignited, and the misty blood all over his body suddenly gathered towards the center, but his aura On the contrary, it did not fall but rose, climbing to the peak state.

The skin on his body was also faintly glowing with golden light, like gold leaf.

At the same time, his left hand took off the dark gold longbow behind his back in an instant, and put an iron arrow on it.

creak creak-

He has already pulled the black bowstring as thick as a little finger, and the entire dark gold longbow has almost been drawn into a full moon. The unicorn dragon capitals on both sides seem to come to life, their eyes flashed fiercely, and they let out a mournful dragon cry. A masculine and pure blood was poured into the bow, and then quickly poured into the iron arrow from the longbow.

In an instant, the black iron arrow turned red like blood, and a cloud of scarlet blood gradually filled the surrounding area, a wave of incomparable sharpness, as if the energy that could penetrate everything in the world was hesitating from the arrow.

(End of this chapter)