God-slaughtering King

Inside the fighting platform.

Mo Wuke looked at the maple in the south gate. He just flew backwards for tens of meters, which was to break his offensive. He looked very moved.

Then he looked at the three Nanmen maples. Two of them were slightly weak, but they really existed and had strong combat power.

"Very good! I have to say that you really surprised me by hiding my cards until now!"

Mo Wuke was calm, and his mouth outlined a strange arc.

"The battle has just begun, and the victory or defeat is still unknown!"

Nanmen Maple's eyes twinkled and said a word coldly.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Mo Wuke smiled calmly and said in a deep voice: "this strength just wants to compete with me. It's really a big lie in the world. Let's see if I can make you feel fear!"

As Mo Wuke's words fell, the onlookers stared round and looked stunned.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Wuke never used his full strength. It's a terrible monster. The younger generation can be so strong.

Nanmen Feng frowned. He was also clumsy, which immediately doubled his pressure.

"Fear? You're afraid you haven't woken up yet!"

Nanmen Feng yelled, and his whole body was powerful. Even if his strength was not as good as that of the other party, it was impossible to make himself timid.

Mo Wuke jumped up and flew into the air when he was close to the maple at the south gate.

"Nanmen maple, can you carry this palm?"

Mo Wuke whispered coldly. The power of the cave was surging wildly all over the body. The invisible aura was like the ancient god of war waking up and looking down at all things!

"The great famine prisoner's palm; the nine famine prisoner's palm!"

The palm tore the sky. The bright palm power was like a divine punishment to destroy the world. The power was earth shaking and could not be looked down. Many weak Dongtian warriors fainted on the spot.

The power of this palm was even more ferocious. Young talents were like great enemies and were almost out of breath.

Shua Shua, at the viewing platform, the onlookers flew into the air. They set off a shocking wave in their hearts. Mo Wuke's combat power is too frightening.

Just this palm, ordinary cave eight masters will die if they touch it.

Nanmen maple is only the four levels of Dongtian. How can you resist this palm?

At the gathering place of yecha palace, Li juechen's eyes are full of amazement, and the corners of his mouth show a cruel color. This palm can definitely kill the maple in the south gate.

"Damn it!"

"Zirui, run!"

……

At the gathering place of Xianyue sect, eight elders, Duan Xiwen and others lost their voice and shouted. If this palm is hit, Nanmen Maple will die.

However, at the moment, both of them are watching the war. Even if they want to fight, they have more heart than strength.

"Irresistible?"

When he felt Mo Wuke's palm, Nanmen Maple trembled. This palm was fierce and powerful, making him feel like a needle on pins and needles, and the ultimate crisis surged into his heart.

The palm strength just appeared, and the two incarnations of Nanmen Maple gradually became dim and illusory under this violent power, and could collapse at any time.

These two incarnations have only 60% of his combat power, and it is not easy to persist until now.

With a wave of Nanmen Maple's big hand, the two incarnations came to him in an instant, turned into two drops of red blood and flew into the palm of his hand.

"Open!"

The maple in the South Gate roared loudly, and the nine ape fighting pills operated extremely. The powerful power of the cave filled the soul breaking knife, and there was a Vientiane knife power, which also rushed out.

Nanmen Feng was forced to use his Vientiane sword strength. Facing Mo Wuke at the moment, he was far from his opponent.

Only by exerting the power of Vientiane Sabre can he protect himself, otherwise he will be blasted into slag and leave a whole body at most.

The long Sabre danced wildly, and an earth penetrating blade flew rapidly. The blade was as hot as a rainbow. A wide and deep gap was opened in the air. The carrier crushed the power of all living things and cut it directly on the palm power.

The harsh and deafening sound sounded like a drum and thunder, whistling for thousands of miles.

The onlookers stared into the air, and the sharp blade and palm strength hit each other fiercely for a breath, and then cut through the palm strength with an indestructible momentum.

The fierce palm power was split into two parts by Sheng Sheng, and the fierce wind of fierce shooting raged in the air.

Moreover, after splitting the palm strength, the blade was only about 100 meters left, and came to Mo Wuke in an instant.

"Gollum!"

"Are you kidding?"

The people of the major forces swallowed their saliva mercilessly, with a damn expression, looking at the knife mang galloping in the field.

"No... impossible!"

Mo Wuke was stunned, his calm and calm look no longer existed, and there was deep fear in the corners of his eyes.

Mo Wuke didn't expect that his full strength would defeat the butcher's knife of Nanmen maple.

It's unbelievable. At the last moment, Nanmen Maple still had no power to fight back in the face of his own attack. At the next moment, such a magical reversal happened.

He can be completely sure that Nanmen Feng has already exerted all his strength, but what about this fierce blade? It is definitely not the power that the four martial arts of Dongtian can play.

There was no time to think about it. The blade was close at hand. Mo Wuke clapped it horizontally and crushed it completely.

For a long time, the raging energy in the venue was gradually extinguished, and the smoke and dust all over the sky returned to the earth.

Mo Wuke looked at Nanmen Feng and put away his underestimate.

"Nanmen Feng, this is your card. No wonder you dare to compete with me!"

Mo Wuke looked gloomy and said coldly.

Nanmen Feng was ecstatic. The power of Vientiane sword was far beyond his expectation. Even Mo Wuke was forcibly suppressed.

Unfortunately, the Vientiane Sabre strength is scarce, and there are still eight channels in his body. It takes at least two or three hours to derive the used ones again,

At this point, Nanmen Feng bit his teeth and wanted to sink the boat, but if he was invincible, he would be defeated.

Mo Wuke's combat power is very strong. We must take extreme methods before we can defeat him. Otherwise, if we fight slowly, he will lose.

Moreover, as a top demon, the other party is the chief true biography of Fang cunshan. It is impossible to have no means of great lethality.

"Mo Wuke, you can see my combat power. If we fight again, we can't tell the victory or defeat in a short time!"

Nanmen Feng glanced at each other and shouted.

In fact, he just pulls the tiger's skin and frightens Mo Wuke. Otherwise, with the other party's arrogant character, he will not cooperate with himself.

"How are you doing?"

Hearing this, mowukollo meditated and asked aloud.

"Try your best. The winner will be the one who wins the next move! Dare you?"

The maple at the south gate is sonorous and loud.

It's a very simple method. I believe Mo Wuke can feel it, but I'm sure the other party won't refuse.

Mo Wuke frowned and looked thoughtful for a moment. He smiled angrily and said, "why don't you dare! Just as you said!"

He naturally knew that Nanmen Maple was motivating himself, but he was not afraid. He had stronger power and did not use it, so even

Nanmen Feng has some tricks, and he won't take them to heart.

In addition, the Fengmo mausoleum is close at hand, so I don't want to waste too much time.

"Very good!"

The maple face in the south gate was like water, and I was deeply relieved. Then I raised my essence to the peak.

Mo Wuke was condescending and roared with the power of the cave. Countless cracks appeared in the air. A golden virtual shadow pointed to the sky and stepped on the ground, suddenly flashed, and the power of the world was scattered all over his body.

This is not the spirit of physique, but the vision produced by the cultivation of his skills to a certain extent, which is not much different from the smoke of Qi and blood.

The South Gate Maple stared at the top. Dou ape Dan ran wildly. The meaning of the knife was flying around. The power of the Vientiane knife gradually drifted out and filled the soul breaking knife.

Outside, the originally noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

Nanmen Feng and Mo Wuke, two of the strongest demons on the northwest coast, came down after several blasts. The onlookers were shocked outside Jiao and inside Nen

Nanmen Maple has never had the power to fight back --- a little inferior --- equal!

Such a battle is so exciting that many martial artists even think they are in a dream.

Unfortunately, even so, they don't believe that Nanmen Maple can defeat Mo Wuke. After all, will the chief true biography of Fangcun mountain be inferior to Nanmen Maple?

Inside the fighting platform.

Mo Wuke was condescending and said in a deep voice, "Nanmen maple, if you want to abstain together, you'd better be early, or don't blame me if you die!"

Light words, but very tough.

"Hehe, that's exactly what I want to say."

Nanmen Maple smiled and didn't take its threat in his eyes.

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Mo Wuke's eyes narrowed slightly, and his whole body rolled in the sky. The wanton posture of Nanmen Maple made him extremely crazy.

The onlookers were stunned and looked puzzled.

"Where on earth does this South Gate Maple come from?"

"Maniac! This man deserves his reputation as a maniac!"

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The noisy hot discussion continued to ring out, all lamenting that the arrogance of Nanmen Maple has no limit.

"Zi Rui, as a teacher, I believe you must win!"

Duan Xiwen looked excited, clenched his fists and prayed constantly. At the moment, the South Gate maple is only half a step away from the uncrowned king.

In the field, the two reached their best state and launched an attack immediately.

"The great famine imprisoned tianzhang; the ten famine destroyed the world!"

Mo Wuke roared loudly, his hand was like a unicorn arm, and released a unparalleled palm.

The Golden Shadow above it was also pressed down by waving the cover with the palm of the hand. The golden light burst through the sky, like a peerless God of war.

"Instant youth!"

Nanmen Maple long Sabre went up against the current and hit it straight. This Sabre contains six Vientiane sabres.

The wild blade splits the chaos. The blade carries the power to destroy all things and collides with Mo Wuke's palm power in an instant.

Kaka's knife awn clashed with the palm strength. The palm strength burst out bursts of cracking sound between the fingers, and was immediately split by the knife awn.

After that, Dao mang didn't stop, but flashed away and appeared in front of Mo Wuke.

"What?"

Mo Wuke panicked. He never expected that his invincible palm would break if he couldn't carry a breath.

The blade is as fast as thunder. There is no way back. It's a critical moment. Mo Wuke is crazy to punch and want to destroy the blade.

It's a pity that the blade is unstoppable. As soon as the palm strength contacts, it will burst into pieces all over the sky.

In a flash.

There was a dull roar, and the blade split directly on Mo Wuke's belly.

A mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth and gradually dripped like raindrops. Mo Wuke flew several kilometers away like a meteor in the night sky and hit the wall of the city of slaughter.

The people of the major forces opened their eyes and looked at the scene in front of them. They only felt that their consciousness was not enough.

Countless shouts were heard, and many high-rise buildings in Fangcun mountain finally came back to their senses and turned into flowing light.

Inside the ruins, Mo Wuke gasped violently, spitting out a lot of blood in his mouth.

"Wu Nian, how is the injury?"

The elders of Fangcun mountain fell from the sky. When they saw that Mo Wuke was still alive, their tight hearts were slightly relaxed.

But their eyes are full of resentment, like a vicious snake, about to choose people to eat.