Super Sneering System

In the sky, Wang Xiaojian and Pei Fenghua keep fighting together.

Pei Fenghua is Sanxing Fenghua.

He urged the unique skill of zihuomen, and exerted the unique ground level fist technique of zihuomen.

Every blow can blow up a mountain.

Wang Xiaojian is a Wuzong of two stars.

He was one star lower than Pei Fenghua. However, the ancient Gong FA and the ancient emperor's burning Yan Jue made his breath lasting and not inferior to Pei Fenghua.

He didn't use boxing, however, because of the cultivation of nine turn gold body.

His physical strength is more than two million jin.

The power of each fist is no less than that of the ground level.

When the two are combined, Pei Fenghua is still under pressure.

Boom! Boom!

In the sky, the energy is bright, and the shock wave of fists exploding is sweeping all directions.

The two men attacked and attacked the war, and the extremely fast figures crisscrossed.

After dozens of moves, elder Pei Fenghua and Wang Xiaojian hit at the same time.

There was a loud bang, and the two fists collided.

The powerful energy carried the shock wave and pushed their bodies backward.

Wang Xiaojian unfolded his true spirit and retreated ten Zhang.

The body of the elder Pei Fenghua tumbled in the air and withdrew for 20 Zhang in a row.

Under the sky, there are many people watching the war.

In addition to the purple fire gate, can resist the air flight of Emperor Wu strong.

There are also disciples below Emperor Wu.

They stood on the top of the purple fire mountains, looking up at the sky.

They thought that big elder Pei Fenghua could easily defeat Wang Xiaojian, who came to Southeast China.

But I didn't expect it to look like this.

Wang Xiaojian retreated ten Zhang, while the elder retired 20 Zhang.

Pei Feng, their powerful elder, was defeated.

In the sky, the smile of some powerful Emperor Wu gradually disappeared.

The headmaster Pei Qingguang and the second elder Mi Yuanzhou frowned.

In the sky, Wang Xiaojian and Pei Fenghua raised their heads at the same time.

Wang Xiaojian has black hair and a smile on his handsome face.

And elder Pei Fenghua's old face showed a surprised expression.

"Lizi, are you so powerful?"

Pei Fenghua said.

Even though, he did not use all his strength in the fight just now, it is a fact that he was crushed by Wang Xiaojian.

He can't believe that Wang Xiaojian has such strong power.

"I'm not strong. You're weak."

In the sky, Wang Xiaojian spread his golden wings, his black hair flying and his clothes fluttering.

At this time, he was full of happy feeling.

In the southeast region, after the system upgrade, Wang Xiaojian killed a large number of strong people, but all of them were killed by array.

Today, it is the first time for him to confront Wuzong, a real confrontation.

This close fight polished Wang Xiaojian.

Let Wang Xiaojian's just promoted cultivation be consolidated!

He fought more and more bravely, a stream of blood, surging in his body.

Pei Fenghua was insulted by Wang Xiaojian's words.

His old face, eyes shot a fierce color.

"Lizi, don't be arrogant. You must have practiced extraordinary skills, so that you can fight against me for a while! "

"But I can see. You only have the accomplishments of Wuzong

"As a two-star Wuzong, you are no match for me. Next, this move, I will kill you and send you to the West! "

Under the eyes of Wang Zhaojun, Daji, Diao Chan, Daqiao, Xiaoqiao and gongsunli.

Purple fire door elder Pei Fenghua said viciously.

He stares at Wang Xiaojian's eyes and is extremely cruel.

Immediately, he clenched his fist and used the purple fire gate's exclusive skill to urge him.

His body, burning a more turbulent purple flame.

This is the true Qi, but it is like a real flame.

And, in the "burning", behind him, slowly emerged the shadow of a tiger.

The tiger is majestic.

It's as big as a hill.

Its illusory body, the whole body purple, as if the purple flame burning.

At the time of presentation, it stooped down to the direction of Wang Xiaojian, sending out a burst of vibration and soul roar!

Oh!

The roar of the tiger spread everywhere.

It was a terrible sound.

The sky and the earth shake together.

When spreading, Daji, Diao Chan, Wang Zhaojun, Daqiao, Xiaoqiao and gongsunli changed their faces.

Their bodies vibrated, and their bodies were filled with Qi and blood.

"Little cloth, be careful!"

Diao Chan's small face is dignified, and it transmits the sound in the direction of Wang Xiaojian.But the strong and disciples of the purple fire gate were excited again.

At this time, they all recognized Pei Fenghua's tactics.

That's the zihuomen's non passing boxing, which is called Ziyan tiger Yin boxing!

It has reached the level of grade three.

The elder Pei Fenghua has practiced this boxing technique for decades, and he has cultivated it to a superb level.

In their images, no one can block elder Pei Fenghua's move.

Even the strong four-star Wuzong dare not defend his edge.

"The purple flame tiger Yin boxing has been displayed. This Wang Xiaojian is dead."

"Yes, he must die!"

“……”

Bursts of sound, all fell in the sky.

At this time, after the sound of tiger roaring spread, the elder Pei Fenghua moved.

The giant tiger in the sky merges with his body.

Then, his purple wings spread, like tiger wings, toward the direction of Wang Xiaojian.

"Shaft, die!"

Oh!

Big elder Pei Fenghua drank a lot, and his fist with purple flame in his hand was smashed in the direction of Wang Xiaojian.

In the sky, the giant tiger with purple flame, towards the direction of Wang Xiaojian, clapped out the tiger's paw.

With amazing power, the sky seems to be broken in this blow.

Boom!

The fist falls and the air tears.

The air around Wang Xiaojian exploded instantly.

The terrible energy shock wave lifted Wang Xiaojian's body upside down.

Then, big elder Pei Fenghua grinned grimly.

He integrated the body of the giant tiger, like thunder and lightning, and caught up with Wang Xiaojian again.

Then, the fist toward the direction of Wang Xiaojian, smashed down!

This blow, with Pei Fenghua's ambition to get the killing opportunity.

As if from hell.

This blow, spurt out the breath of death.

It's like smashing Wang Xiaojian's head and dragging him into endless hell.

"Shaft, die!"

Elder Pei Fenghua roared and suppressed.

However, Wang Xiaojian's eyes shot a bright light.

"Good coming!"

Wang Xiaojian's body urges the ancient emperor to burn Yan Jue, burning a golden flame on his body.

His breath became more powerful, and his body gushed black.

It's the smell of the devil.

At the same time, behind him condenses a magic shadow!

Just like a real devil, a general.

"Devil - Emperor - bully - body!"

Roar!

Wang Xiaojian talks every word.

In the sound of demon howling, Wang Xiaojian's momentum is incomparable, and his fist is directly smashed at Pei Fenghua.

Bang a huge bang, the whole sky, directly broken!