Paramount War God

Mu Tian immediately guessed that the nine people hidden in the dark were the nine elders in the legend of peacock terrace.

Wei Chi drew the breath of the nine hole battle spirit of the dragon and rolled it down with a loud bang. With Mu Tian's point as the center, a huge round pit directly appeared on the ground, and Mu Tian stood at the lowest part of the round pit.

Yuchi painted the dragon with a fist towards Mu Tian, and the fist fell from the top. It's just a simple attack, just a very ordinary punch. However, Wei Chi's nine hole fighting spirit can easily kill any strong person below the seven hole fighting spirit. This is the power of the strong person.

When the combat power reaches the crushing level, any war technology conspiracy becomes vain and has no effect at all.

The fist came down with the momentum and combat power to kill everything. Mu Tian, standing at the bottom of the pit, looked up and watched the terrible fist fall. The whole person was almost unable to move. The green veins on his forehead burst up, and his teeth were broken. Blood poured into his throat from his mouth, with an unspeakable bitter taste.

The two fierce fighting spirits in his eyes are like burning heroic flames. The whole person is a fire lotus in full bloom, resolute and unyielding.

Facing the terrible pressure, Mu Tian sent out an earth shaking roar and punched up.

Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa——

"Nine turn bully body fist!"

The fist revolved in the air for six consecutive rounds, and after six rounds, in the crazy sense of war, it finally turned out in the seventh turn, which was extremely difficult, as if there were many obstacles ahead.

At the moment when the fist turned, it was like clearing the clouds to see the sun. All the obstacles were blown away. The fist became very easy to bombard, and collided with Yuchi Hualong's fist.

With a sensation, the clouds in all directions moved, and all the clouds in the air gathered like wind swept residual clouds, and then dispersed with a bang. For a moment, the sky was clear and there were no clouds.

An incomparably huge piece of ruins was formed. There were ruins and huge stones everywhere.

"Dead?" the surrounding people shocked by this scene slowly recovered and looked at the large area of ruins in front. The whole people were stunned.

"Absolutely dead. Wei Chi painted the Dragon at all costs. He must be killed. Do you think a four hole fighting spirit can resist the attack of a nine hole fighting spirit?"

"It's too scary. It's powerful. The nine hole war spirit strong man was so terrible."

"If two nine hole warriors fight, the whole square imperial city will have to be turned into ruins."

"Wei Chi's painting of the dragon has become stronger again. It's just that he is so brazen and reckless that he is forced to jump over the wall."

"In those years, a group of them set up a spirit array to kill Mu Shaying. They finally killed Mu Shaying at the cost of killing and wounding hundreds of nine holes and strong spirits."

"I don't have to say what happened in those years, but now that Wei Chi painted the dragon like this, he wasn't afraid of the great emperor's anger and killed him directly?"

"After so long, nothing has happened. If the emperor wanted to make a move, he should have come long ago."

The crowd talked. Wei Chi Hualong looked calmly at the ruins that had been buried in the past, but a trace of shock flashed in his eyes.

Mu Tian was able to use jiuzhuan Bati boxing with the power of seven turns in such a state, which was really beyond Wei Chi's imagination. You know, even Mu Shaying practiced jiuzhuan Bati boxing to the power of seven turns in the state of six hole fighting spirit.

A little shocked, but also a little lucky. He did it in time. If it goes on, Mu Tian's growth speed will make them crazy.

"Well?"

However, the next second, the expression of Yuchi's painting dragon solidified directly. He looked at the ruins in disbelief, and two strong dark awns shot out of his eyes.

Mu Tian is not dead!

Wei Chi painted the dragon and felt a breath, a breath like a lion waking up.

The boulder in the ruins moved and rolled away on both sides. Mu Tian's bloody figure jumped out from under the ruins and fell on the ruins.

With his head slightly lowered, blood dripped from his body and smashed into blood lotus flowers on the ground.

All the people around looked at the lonely figure with dull eyes. They were hurt and bloody. Their slightly bent body was completely like a dying person.

However, as long as people with vision can see, Mu Tian's momentum is more powerful than just now. His faint and restrained breath is more than ten times that of just now, and his combat power is 100 times stronger than that of just now, with the destructive power of burning fire.

"He didn't die, and Wei Chi Hualong didn't kill him with one blow." someone shouted in the crowd.

"I feel so depressed, like something terrible is waking up."

"Not dead yet? It's really annoying. Let me give you a last ride." Feng Zhiyi, standing in the crowd, took a step forward with a sneer, and then his figure flashed and rushed directly to Mu Tian.

Those who closed their homes laughed wantonly, sweeping away the impact and shock just brought to them by Mu Tian.

"The end is not death?"

"I can really pretend. Now the wind can blow him to death."

"The Mu family, the fallen waste family, is destined to disappear on the God of war continent."

"If Mu kills the shadow, the solution is death. This is the life of your Mu family."

In the voice of the family sealing crowd, Feng Zhiyi, the Tianjiao demon who has been sealing the family for a hundred years, rushed to Mu Tian's side. His spirit weapon appeared in his hand, a curved moon hook, and smiled grimly at Mu Tian's head.

Feng Zhiyi can be said to be the hope of Feng family. Although Feng Tianhua, the owner of Feng family, is the right phase of the Sifang Empire, everyone knows that strength is everything in this God of war continent. Although Feng Tianhua, who had no strength, was barely able to walk across the Sifang empire by relying on the identity of right phase, only his own heart knew that he had no right to speak. He was just a person who did things.

Feng Zhiyi was able to enter the four evil spirits, and climbed to the second floor, which made the Feng family full of glory and self-confidence. Their heads could be raised higher when they went out. Even if they met the right minister Wei Chi painting the dragon, Feng Tianhua was no longer so submissive.

Originally, I thought that Feng Zhiyi could win the first place in the imperial competition, enter the spirit pool of the Sifang Empire, break through in one fell swoop, and go to another floor, then their momentum of closing their home would be even more.

But who knows to jump out of a mu Tian!

This time, with the help of the evil seal, Mu Tian was trapped in such a trap, that is, the cooperation between Feng family, right phase Wei Chi, painting dragon and Duan family Hua family.

"Die."

In the ferocious laughter of Feng Zhiyi, the curved moon hook was cut and killed in front of Mu Tian's face. Mu Tian still lowered his head, as if he didn't know Feng Zhiyi's attack at all, but mu Tian's hand stretched out like an instinctive reaction, and unexpectedly grabbed the crescent hook in Feng Zhiyi's hand.

The battle power on the curved moon hook surges. The huge battle power can easily cut a palace in half. However, when you encounter Mu Tian's palm, the curved moon hook can't move directly.

Feng Zhi was stunned, and his whole face became stiff, because he saw Mu Tian's slightly raised head and Mu Tian's calm face.

"You..."

As soon as the voice of Feng Zhiyi's fear sounded, Mu Tian's combat power soared like a sea wolf, directly drowning Feng Zhiyi. Feng Zhiyi was dying, as if he was about to drown.

Bang!

With a loud noise, the curved moon with four holy patterns burst open in Mu Tian's hands and turned into pieces, and Feng Zhiyi's body was directly blown out.

The blood was sprayed in the air. Feng Zhiyi's face was instantly pale, and the whole person had only one last breath. His eyes looking at Mu Tian were not cold and ferocious, full of killing intention, but only fear, full of deep and deep fear.

At this moment, Feng Zhiyi just wanted to quickly escape here and leave the place that brought him infinite fear.

"Return it to you." Mu Tian threw out the crescent moon hook in his hand, and the crescent moon hook with terrible combat power disappeared into Feng Zhiyi's chest in an instant.

"Stop it." Feng Tianhua roared angrily, his hair and beard danced, but it was too late. There was only one body with slight heat left for him.

Fool's eye, all the people around were fool's eyes. They thought that Mu Tian had escaped from Yuchi Hualong's hand, was dying, and was out of ammunition and food, and was bound to be killed by Feng Zhiyi. But who would have thought that Feng Zhiyi had no power to fight back in Mu Tian's hand. The weak one was like a mole ant, and was killed by Mu Tian in an instant.

"Why is there such a violent fighting force?"

Many people don't understand Mu Tian's endless life. A steady stream of heaven and earth auras hit his body and turned into rolling combat power. Only a few people felt it, including Zuo Xiang Wei Chi painting the dragon.

"I didn't expect that you were even more evil than Mu Shaying. You opened up the fifth combat power God cave and stepped into the five hole combat spirit realm at such a critical juncture. I've only seen you this time in more than a hundred years."

"Listen to the war drums and watch the war. This is the most spectacular scene you see and the most beautiful scenery. And this is just my beginning."

"Do you really think you can go on and go far? I tell you, the wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. Now you are more evil and terrible than Mu Shaying. How can those people resist it? Anyway, you will die sooner or later."

Mu Tian looked up at the blue sky and showed a bright smile.

"I don't know how far I can go, but I will go on."

Buzzing buzzing——

When the buzzing sound sounded continuously, the void around Mu Tian's body was separated, and figures flew out of it, and nine spirit swords formed a killing field.

After hiding for a long time, the nine elders of the peacock platform killer organization finally started.

The formation of this unique field is a war skill, which has completely exceeded the advanced war skill of huangpin. It is very terrible. This combat skill is also the inside story of the peacock platform killer organization. Only the joint efforts of the nine elders can be released.