Urban super cultivator

Chapter 189 Take Your Life

"Master, that real Su, can he win?"

A hundred meters away, Taoist Nu Ruoshui blinked her bright eyes, looked at Su Zhuo who was slowly raising her fist, and asked nervously.

The dagger on Mieqing Shitai's body had already been pulled out, and the other party had used mana to stop the bleeding from the wound, but the whole person had only recovered a little bit of physical strength.

"Hey, if he is really a master of cultivation and uses powerful Taoism, he may be able to fight the enemy. I didn't expect him to choose to use martial arts. He is really ignorant and fearless."

Master Mieqing said with a bit of hatred for iron.

How can a human body compare to a demon cultivator? A martial artist of the same level will definitely be crushed when encountering a demon cultivator.

This is why although there are many martial arts and masters in human beings, there are very few people who truly reach the realm of gods through martial arts.

Most of those masters who are truly god-like and never see their end are also practitioners. The warriors have made significant progress at the beginning, but in the later stage, it is even more difficult to break through.

In short, from Mieqing's point of view, no matter how earth-shattering and magnificent Su Zhuo's punch is, it can only be like a mantis' arm as a chariot, and the opponent can only be like Don Quixote rushing towards the windmill.

Tragic, but also sad.

Hearing Mieqing Shitai's sigh of fearlessness for the ignorant, the concern on Ruoshui's face suddenly became stronger, and the powder fist was tightly clenched.

Everyone in the first team felt that the last hope in their hearts was shattered.

From the day they entered the Yanhuang tribe, they were ready to die for the country.

They can tolerate sacrifice, but not failure.

But today, it seems that it is really going to fail.

"Su Zhuo, Su Zhuo, why do you make such a fuss? Both of us are dead. What about grandparents?"

Murong Feixue's eye sockets were suddenly a little moist, and she realized that in this world, she actually had a little more concern.

That is, Su Zhuo's grandparents.

In complete contrast, on the side of the Yin-Yang Ghost Sect, all the hall masters completely relaxed.

In today's battle, although the Yin-Yang Guizong suffered heavy losses, it dismantled a large-scale encirclement and suppression campaign by the Huaxia Yanhuang Tribe.

With such a glorious record, no matter which country the Yin-Yang Ghost Sect wants to establish a foothold in, they will receive courtesy and welcome.

At this time, Su Zhuo's body was slowly elongated as if he was practicing Tai Chi, just like the string of a bow and arrow was stretched to the extreme, ready to go.

The pure yin and pure yang qi between the heaven and the earth, as if feeling a call, began to turbulently.

"Go, die!"

Hu Tang kicked like a pickup truck, and finally stepped down hard.

And Su Zhuo also punched out.

Boom! !
The speed of this punch changed from slow to fast, and its momentum became steady to rapid again. In the end, it was as if the mountains were upside down, the Milky Way was flowing backwards, and there was thunder on the ground!
Bang!
Hu Tang's kick suddenly stopped when it was only a dozen centimeters away from the top of Su Zhuo's head, and he could no longer advance an inch.

And with the sound of the air being torn apart, he widened his eyes, which were bigger than basketballs, and let out an unwilling roar: "No..."

puff!

Su Zhuo's punch hit Hu Tang's chest in the air.

This punch made the air turbulent, and Hu Tang's chest was directly sunken, and the scales that could not even be pierced by bullets fell to the ground.

Dengdengdeng.

Hu Tang took three steps back, knelt on the ground weakly, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"what happened!"

"Su Zhenren, he is not dead!"

"Hu Tang was beaten back three steps!"

"It seems to be kneeling on the ground!"

……

Everyone in the first team stared wide-eyed in shock.

"what?!"

Mieqing teacher's heart was even more turbulent, spit out a mouthful of blood, affected the wound, and coughed violently.

"master!"

Taoist nun Ruoshui was in a hurry, and quickly persuaded Master Mieqing not to get excited.

It's just that decades of cognition have been subverted, how can she not be excited.

"Ruoshui, help me get up as a teacher."

Mieqing Shitai's voice was trembling.

The tears in Murong Feixue's eyes finally flowed down: "Bastard, it turns out that you are so powerful."

"Look, he's about to make a second move."

The wind shouted excitedly.

""Eighteen Styles of Qianyuan", the second style, sweeping thousands of troops."

Su Zhuo's voice was like a powerful drumbeat, beating Hu Tang and the hearts of every hall master.

As soon as the voice fell, Su Zhuo's body surged like a river of true energy again, and the pure yin and pure yang qi between heaven and earth were summoned again.

He swept his kick lightly, as if in slow motion in an action movie.

There was a sharp and ear-piercing sound of piercing through the air, like a sharp long blade cutting through the air and sweeping away.

The long blade slashed at Hu Tang and the remaining hall masters.

A tragic wound was drawn on Hu Tang's waist, from which black air billowed out.

And the hall masters couldn't resist this blow at all. Before they even understood what was going on, they were chopped into two pieces. After screaming a few times, they died completely.

"How is it possible, how can you be so powerful!"

Hu Tang roared unwillingly, stood up vigorously, and rushed towards Su Zhuo.

Su Zhuo's face was as heavy as water, and he quietly spit out a few words: "The third form, the invisible change! Take your life."

When Su Zhuo's voice fell, he suddenly disappeared from the spot, as if he was invisible.

(End of this chapter)