Peerless Martial Soul

Tang Wuming gasped, he discerned the direction and walked forward.

And the place he passed by was the place where Chen Feng and Uncle Dao were hiding. As he walked under the sand dunes, both Chen Feng and Uncle Dao flashed a sense of determination in their eyes and nodded to each other.

Just as Tang Wuming staggered past a giant desert poplar, suddenly the giant desert poplar burst apart.

Then, two figures slayed frantically from it.

The black iron giant knife in Uncle Dao's hand slashed down frantically. Tang Wuming didn’t have any defense at all, but his speed was extremely fast, and his reaction was extremely fast. He immediately avoided the vital head. The knife was fierce. It hit him in the shoulder.

Tang Wuming let out a stern yell, but in an instant, the muscles on his shoulders squirmed, and he directly clamped the knife there, preventing it from getting in.

Then, with a fierce punch, he directly smashed the giant black iron knife with a bang, and then banged towards Uncle Dao.

Uncle Dao blasted out with both fists and forced a punch. He was hit with a muffled groan and blood overflowed.

One face, already slightly injured.

At the same time, Chen Feng screamed, and a piece of Populus euphratica in his hand stabbed forward.

Eight Desolate Silent Kill, Seventh Sword!

Although his move was made with dead wood, it was enough to kill the Eight-Star King Wu Peak.

Tang Wuming didn't expect another opponent to be directly stabbed in the back by Chen Feng's blow.

With a bang, a blood hole the size of a basin was directly exploded from his back, and the bones inside could be clearly seen.

At the same time, all the blood in his body almost boiled and burned instantly, and countless blood qi evaporated directly.

Tang Wuming was shocked, feeling extremely hot inside his body, the blood seemed to be burning, the internal organs were burning, and his whole person was almost burnt to death.

With a mouth, there seemed to be flames coming out of the mouth!

He quickly rose up all his strength and suppressed it, even so, he also lost a lot of blood, which made him more injured than the one just now!

However, after all, he had the powerful strength of the Nine Star Martial King, and he was not seriously injured and dying, turning around and punching Chen Feng's body.

With a scream, Chen Feng was shot and flew hundreds of meters away.

He felt that every bone in his body was broken, he was vomiting blood crazily, and his body seemed to be no longer his own.

Chen Feng was seriously injured, but also received a punch. Uncle Dao was only slightly injured.

At the moment when Chen Feng was seriously injured, he suddenly realized: "My body is so fragile! My defense is so bad!"

"I can offense now, but my defense is really bad."

This skin pain made him extremely urgent, and he possessed a powerful defensive martial skill!

Chen Feng struggled to stand up. He and Uncle Dao looked at each other, and they both saw a touch of horror in the eyes of the other party. Tang Wuming was already seriously injured, and his strength was not much worse than that of the peak period, but even so, Neither of them killed him in a sneak attack!

Tang Wuming glanced over both of their faces, and there was a hideous meaning in his eyes: "It turned out to be you, I seem to have seen you in the Shenying auction."

"Unexpectedly, there are so many big families in the Great Eagle Auction, and some of them have made me a little jealous. They have not caught up, but you have caught up."

He looked at Uncle Dao and said softly, "Looking at your size, you should be a descendant of sand people? No wonder you can catch up."

"The descendants of the sand people nowadays are rare, and the authentic sand people can hardly be seen. If you meet you, I admit it!"

"But, what a pity!"

There was a fierce smile at the corner of his mouth: "Today, what can you do if you catch up? You still can't kill me?"

"Even if I am seriously injured, you can't deal with it!"

What he said was correct. Both Chen Feng and Uncle Dao were able to kill the peak of the Eight-Star Martial King, but at this time Tang Wuming, although he was severely injured, still had the strength of the Nine Star Martial King's early days.

Even if two people fight for their lives, it is difficult to kill him!

Tang Wuming yelled: "I'm impatient, and I have any nonsense with you. Kill you early and leave early! Otherwise, there will be more nights and dreams!"

With that said, he directly attacked Chen Feng.

Despite dragging a broken leg, he was still extremely fast.

In his opinion, Chen Feng is a soft persimmon, kill the weaker first, then kill the stronger!

At this time, Chen Feng, the martial arts Tianhe had already dried up, and the Eight Desolation Silence Slash was unable to use it.

He wanted to use the Shenlong to destroy the world, but found that Tang Wu was very bright, and it took time for him to form the seal. He couldn't make it out of the magical dragon to destroy the heaven and the earth. He couldn't even make any reaction now, he could only rely on his fist instinct. Response.

But with his fist, how could he be Tang Wuming's opponent?

The two punched each other, and all the flesh and blood directly on Chen Feng's left arm was blasted to pieces, leaving only a white arm bone, and numerous cracks appeared on the arm bone.

He spouted another blood, staggering back seven or eight steps.

Then, Tang Wuming was reasonable and unforgiving, and continued to attack frantically, making five or six moves one after another.

Chen Feng was exhausted, and three of the five or six strokes hit Chen Feng's body.

After the first punch, Chen Feng immediately knew that all his bones and flesh and blood had cracks, which might be torn apart at any time, but the surface of his body had not yet been revealed.

After hitting Chen Feng with the second move, Chen Feng vomited blood crazily and snorted, and seven or eight huge cracks appeared on the surface of his body.

As long as the third punch fell, Chen Feng would be beaten to pieces, leaving no bones, and directly died.

At this time, Chen Feng realized what a huge gap between himself and the real master!

He lacks a powerful martial art that can be launched quickly, can have many moves, and at the same time consumes relatively little, but is relatively powerful!

If it does, it won't be like it is now, and it won't even be possible to recruit.

Seeing that the third punch would land on Chen Feng, Tang Wuming let out a grinning smile: "Boy, die to Laozi, you trash! Die!"

At this time, Chen Feng was not desperate yet, he was still thinking about fighting back.

However, he found himself powerless.

But suddenly, at this moment, a black shadow flashed in front of Chen Feng, and a huge black shadow appeared in front of him.

It's Uncle Dao!

Uncle Dao blasted out with a punch, but he was obviously not Tang Wuming's opponent. At this time, he had to fight hard for Chen Feng!

With a loud bang, his arm bones were directly shattered, and then Tang Wuming blasted out with a grinning punch!