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Chapter 732 Ferocious
When the unicorn king was majestic and forced more than 20 third-tier martial artists to be helpless and held back by him, Zhao Hu didn't dare to show weakness. He used the ancient barbarian boxing skills, and the essence in his body was extremely strong. The zhenqi, along the meridians in his body, slowly circulated to his arms, and attached to his fists, making his fists shine with golden light, releasing a powerful aura.

With the cooperation of the wild and ancient fist, Zhao Hu's fist became as hard as iron, breaking gold and breaking rocks with ease, and when he swung it, strong winds shot out from his fist, setting off bursts of waves. The strong wind blew a sharp pain on the faces of the third-tier martial artists around him. When his fist fell on the body of a third-tier martial artist, the terrifying power directly broke the meridians of that third-tier martial artist, vomiting blood and falling down. die.

Seeing Zhao Hu swinging his fists non-stop, like an ancient god of war, he was invincible vertically and horizontally. When he punched out, the strong wind gusts broke his opponent's tendons and bones, and he vomited blood to death. The incredible look of the face.

In his impression, Zhao Hu should be a powerful third-tier magician, how did he suddenly become a physically powerful third-tier martial artist? Could it be that Zhao Hu is a both a magician and a martial artist, and has achieved A powerful man of great achievement.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei's face immediately changed drastically, and he realized that he had guessed that Tie Ban was on him. Before Zhao An showed up with five thousand guards, he could still use the barbaric army, all of which were second-tier warriors, to contain Zhao An. Tiger, and killed it smoothly.

However, now more than 20 martial artists are held back by a fourth-tier unicorn king, ten third-tier martial artists are crushed and beaten by a puppet warrior, and they have no power to fight back. The remaining dozen third-tier martial artists, let alone If Zhao Hu couldn't be killed smoothly, even if he wanted to protect his life under Zhao Hu's fierce fist, it would be a bit difficult.

In the short time Zhang Wei thought about, Zhao Hu, who had turned into an ancient god of war, fully activated the sensitive boots under his feet, and his figure was like lightning, and quickly appeared in front of a third-rank martial artist. The fist, with terrifying strength and strong wind, hit the third-tier martial artist's chest fiercely, directly inserted into his chest, and exploded his heart, making him let out a desperate cry Howling, he spit out a big mouthful of blood, and gushes of bright red blood poured out from his chest, dyeing Zhao Hu's body red, exuding a strong bloody smell.

After killing the third-tier martial artist like lightning, Zhao Hu grinned, and used the third-tier martial artist who was punched through the chest by himself as a weapon, and threw it at a third-tier martial artist next to him. Shaped like electricity, when the third-tier martial artist raised the weapon in his hand with a terrified expression, and flew the corpse thrown at him, he approached him.

The fist shining with golden light, with terrifying power, landed on his neck fiercely, directly blasting the blood vessels on his neck, knocking his head into the air, a stream of hot red blood, It gushed out from its neck, crashed to the ground, and became a cold corpse.

The ferocity of Zhao Hu's fist killing the third-tier martial artist made the remaining third-tier martial artists who were besieging him pale with fright. They roared angrily, cheered themselves up, eliminated the fear in their hearts, and quickly swung the weapons in their hands , and quickly slashed towards Zhao Hu's body with a fierce look, wanting to kill Zhao Hu and relieve the fear in his heart.

Faced with the joint attack of several third-tier warriors, Zhao Hu showed a look of disdain on his face. With a flash of his figure, he avoided most of the attacks of third-tier warriors and carried a third-tier warrior's spear stab. He smoothly approached his side, the blood-stained fist, carrying terrifying power, like the most powerful murder weapon, fell fiercely on his abdomen, piercing his abdomen, causing him to vomit blood, Howling loudly, and turning his fists into claws, he took his broken body as a weapon and threw it at the head of a third-tier martial artist next to him.

Seeing the body of his companion, with the sound of howling wind and powerful force, smashing towards his head, if he hits him, he will lose his head, so he has a fierce look in his eyes Dodge, with a light wave of the sharp long sword in his hand, he cut the body of his companion who was hitting his head in half, sprinkled a large rain of blood, and avoided the fate of being hit by his head.

However, the third-tier martial artist who had just escaped the fate of being smashed in the head, had not had time to be happy, Zhao Hu had already broken through the blood rain, and appeared in front of him with a grinning face, his fists stained with blood, towards his face Throwing upwards, it gradually magnified in his eyes, causing him to let out a scream involuntarily. The sharp long sword in his hand swung out like lightning, and fell towards Zhao Hu's fist. , wanting to cut off Zhao Hu's fist, so as to avoid the fate of being hit in the face.

It's a pity that the third-tier martial artist's idea is very good. It can really play a role for ordinary strong men to avoid being hit in the face. However, it is not good for Zhao Hu, because Zhao Hu's The body is particularly strong, and it is not afraid of ordinary steel weapon attacks at all.

Therefore, Zhao Hu didn't dodge his long sword attack at all, but just sneered, the true energy in his body circulated rapidly, and quickly attached to his fist, smashing the long sword that was just an ordinary steel weapon, and leaving the rest Unabated, he hit the third-tier martial artist's face fiercely, knocking off half of his head, making him so dead that he couldn't die anymore, and fell powerlessly to the ground, becoming a cold corpse.

Zhao Hu bombarded and killed several third-tier martial artists in succession. It sounds like a long time, but it was actually very short. It took less than a minute, which frightened Zhang Wei who was riding on the second-tier magic wolf before he could make a move. He stopped, did not dare to approach Zhao Hu, did not dare to attack Zhao Hu, but kept ordering the surrounding third-tier martial artists to attack Zhao Hu.

However, seeing Zhao Hu covered in blood, with a wolfish expression on his face, murderous aura rising to the sky, and the pungent smell of blood, the surrounding third-tier martial artists retreated one after another. How dare they launch a fierce attack on Zhao Hu!

Seeing the third-tier martial masters around him, he didn't dare to attack him. As soon as he looked over with fierce eyes, the opponent would retreat a few steps with a look of horror on his face. Deal with those ordinary Tier [-] martial artists.

Instead, he turned his attention to Zhang Wei. As long as Zhang Wei was killed, the surrounding Tier [-] martial artists and barbarian legions would be leaderless and fall into chaos. It's very simple for them to incorporate.

Thinking of this, Zhao Hu didn't hesitate at all. With a movement, he approached Zhang Wei's body like lightning. With a roar, the true energy in his body circulated rapidly, and his huge fist shone with golden light, carrying terrifying power. It ruthlessly smashed towards the second-order demon wolf under Zhang Wei.

boom!
With a crisp sound, the Tier [-] demon wolf under Zhang Wei was punched by Zhao Hu, breaking its muscles and bones, making a crisp fracture sound, spitting out a big mouthful of bright red blood, and collapsing powerlessly on the ground, becoming a cold corpse.

And Zhang Wei also jumped down from the body of the second-order demon wolf helplessly. With a look of fear on his face, he held a sharp long sword, looked at Zhao Hu, and said loudly: "Master Zhao, I agree with you!" Three conditions, I am willing to submit to your Zhaojiabao on behalf of the Temple of War God!"

By this time, Zhang Wei could no longer care about the interests of the Temple of War, as long as he could survive, he could do whatever he wanted.

Hearing Zhang Wei's words, Zhao Hu sneered and said, "Now you agree to my terms, what did you do just now! However, there is no need for the Temple of War God now, and Zhangjiabao is about to die!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Hu moved his body, waved his fists, gusts of strong wind hurt Zhang Wei's cheeks, making Zhang Wei, who had to move his body with all his strength to avoid the bombardment of Zhao Hu's fist, was horrified in his heart No end, the fist wind is so fierce, if you are hit by his fist, then, wouldn't it be death.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei's figure moved faster, and he also started to run away in his heart. When he moved his figure and opened the distance between himself and Zhao Hu by several meters, he gave up the fight with Zhao Hu. He turned around and fled towards Zhangjiabao.

Looking at Zhang Wei's fleeing back, Zhao Hu sneered, took out the evil god's staff from the space ring, and waved it lightly. Three long black arrows that were more than one meter long, black all over, and emitting faint rays of light appeared out of thin air. Behind Zhang Wei, lightning pierced through the void, shot out towards Zhang Wei's back, and hit Zhang Wei's back smoothly, making three violent explosions, blasting his back to pieces. Countless blood rained down, making it let out a shrill scream, and fell to the ground dead.

After killing Zhang Wei, Zhao Hu immediately cast his eyes on the third-tier magicians around him, and when he saw those third-tier magicians, he was shocked when he caught their eyes, and quickly dodged away. With Zhang Wei, the fleeing person, as a lesson from the past, they did not dare to flee, but moved closer together so that they could take care of each other, so that Zhao Hu would not take the opportunity to kill them.

Seeing that the third-tier magicians around him were very afraid of him, Zhao Hu showed a smug smile on his face, and turned his gaze to the little skull terminator not far away, only to see the little skull moving rapidly, holding The long spears of the sword kept waving out, crushing the ten third-tier martial artists to death. If the ten third-tier martial artists were not closely united to resist the attack of the little skull, maybe they would have been ruthlessly beaten by the little skull. killed.

(End of this chapter)