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Chapter 81: Blow Them All Up (First Update, Please Subscribe)

The pupils shrank slightly.

He twisted his waist and stepped on his feet.

In an instant, the blood and qi were superimposed and compressed into a point.

Then, he swung his sword diagonally.

In the eyes of others, Nie Wushuang just casually spread his body, and then, without any leverage, he stood in place and swung his sword casually.

This sword was light and casual.

There was no power at all.

On the other side, Zhao Tianba stood on the long table, looking down from above, and the big Guandao continued to have enough momentum. This sword was full of power and majestic.

Luo Yong put himself in his shoes.

If he were the black-armored warrior, facing Zhao Tianba's sword, he could only retreat and dare not face it directly. Of course, doing so would give Zhao Tianba the upper hand, and then he could only respond passively.

However, it was better than hastily swinging the sword to block and collapsing at the first touch.

In short, as a martial artist with internal strength, if he swung the sword like the guy opposite, he would definitely not be able to block Zhao Tianba's sword.

Arrogant!

He snorted in his heart.

"Ding!"

The big Guandao and the horizontal sword met accurately in the air.

There was no loud noise as everyone in the warehouse thought, but only a slight crisp sound, and then the sharp edges of the horizontal sword and the big Guandao were like being stuck by a magnet, crossing each other and hovering in the air.

It was like a frozen frame.

Zhao Tianba on the long table was trembling slightly.

His clothes and sleeves seemed to be blown by the wind, shaking.

The blue veins on his high temples twisted and struggled like a dragon.

Luo Yong's heart sank.

Could it be?

He pursed his lips and put his hand on the hilt.

Beside him, Shan Chong, the third shopkeeper of the forging shop, also took out a long-handled forging hammer with a solemn face.

"Crack!"

There was a slight sound.

The horizontal sword held by the black-armored warrior instantly turned into fragments, splitting piece by piece and falling to the ground.

Win!

Luo Yong was happy.

You know, the big Guandao in Zhao Tianba's hand was made by the forging shop at a high price, and it was a first-class treasure weapon.

Although it was first-class, it also had some spirituality.

It completely crushed the common horizontal sword held by the man on the opposite side.

When the two collided, even if the strength of each other was equal, the opponent's weapon would definitely collapse first, just like now.

Luo Yong smiled and looked away.

He looked at Shan Chong on the side and wanted to say something.

Shan Chong, relying on the momentum of the forging shop, used to be weird to him. Now, of course, he had to pay back.

In this way, he didn't see the scene behind.

That knife.

Zhao Tianba used all his strength.

The internal energy surged in his body, gathered on the big Guandao, and formed a stalemate with the opponent's horizontal sword.

At that moment, he really felt that he couldn't hold on.

The power from the horizontal sword was too strong, and all the internal energy was released, and it was still a bit difficult to resist.

Fortunately!

The opponent's horizontal sword is a common one, not a precious weapon.

It cannot bear too much power and collapses before it can support itself.

In this way, it escapes.

However, now the dantian and meridians are empty.

The internal energy has been exhausted.

It is necessary to raise the breath and change the energy.

So, Zhao Tianba took a deep breath.

Just by changing this breath, the internal energy can grow from the dantian.

The guy opposite must be the same!

Thinking of this, Zhao Tianba still did not slack off, and his eyes were always on the black-armored masked warrior under the long table.

His eyes blurred.

He did not blink, Zhao Tianba was sure that he did not blink.

However, his vision became blurred for sure. The black-armored masked warrior under the long table was still there, but there was a huge black shadow in front of him.

A fist suddenly grew larger in his sight.

It blasted over!

How is it possible?

Could it be that he does not need to raise the breath and change the energy?

Not an internal energy martial artist?

Cultivated a fist?

Divine martial artist?

There were many thoughts in his mind, and finally, it turned into a roar.

No!

I don't want to die!

However, this roar did not come out of his throat, and was smashed by a punch.

"Ah!"

Not everyone was distracted like Luo Yong, their eyes stayed there, and they saw it clearly and clearly.

So, everyone screamed in shock.

Too scary!

Too cruel!

At the moment when the horizontal sword was broken, Zhao Tianba had a moment of stagnation, and his figure stopped on the long table, but the black-armored masked warrior on the ground did not. At the moment when the horizontal sword was broken, he rushed forward, as if he had known it would be like this.

A flash arrived.

The fist followed closely.

Boom!

A muffled sound.

In the small space of the warehouse, it was like a thunder fell.

Then, Zhao Tianba, who seemed to be wild, handsome and cool, exploded completely, and blood mist flew across, splashing in all directions.

Exploded!

Literally blew it up!

Can't even pick it up!

Shocked!

One punch blew up an internal force martial artist!

What level is this?

Maybe, there is a spell effect?

Could it be that this guy who hides his head and shows his tail is really from the Demon Suppression Division?

Luo Yong turned around after exclaiming.

A blood mist came towards him, he quickly closed his eyes and raised his hand to wipe it off.

"No!"

Someone exclaimed in his ear.

Luo Yong panicked.

Yes!

Where did this blood mist come from?

Could it be?

The thought was frozen here, frozen by the darkness.

Nie Wushuang swung the big Guandao snatched from Zhao Tianba, and simply chopped Huashan straight. The blade passed through the blood mist, fell from Luo Yong's crown, split his head in two, went straight into the chest, and then smoothly came out.

Uneasy mind!

Responded in a panic!

Died in a cowardly way!

Over the long table, people fled in all directions.

"Rat!"

Shan Chong shouted, swung the long-handled giant hammer, and the hammer head hit Nie Wushuang's knees standing on the table.

The blacksmith was full of blood.

He would never retreat in the face of battle.

Nie Wushuang jumped up, and the long-handled giant hammer swept under his feet.

Throw away the knife.

Punch!

The fist hit Shan Chong below.

There was no time to retract the hammer.

Shan Chong made the right response at the first time.

He also threw away the hammer, crossed his hands and placed them above his head.

The next moment, the force penetrated his arms.

He practiced the powerful Bull Demon Power, which was more strength-oriented and less agile than other martial artists with the same internal power.

At the same time, he also practiced a horizontal training technique.

The Red Fire Body Forging Technique.

Blow me up with one punch?

Don't even think about it!

"Bang!"

A loud noise.

"Ah!"

Shan Chong roared, and the clothes on his arms tore apart, revealing a pair of unicorn arms, dark and red, with blue veins running under the skin like a dragon.

Blocked!

However...

Nie Wushuang was in the air, and took advantage of the rebound of the punches, and continued to punch down with his left fist.

The Great Perfection of Taiyi!

Qi and blood were compressed and exploded, and there was no buffer.

The body moved at will as soon as the thought moved.

At this stage, Nie Wushuang could punch more than a dozen punches in one breath.

After that, he needed to breathe and buffer.

The second punch fell.

Shan Chong tried his best to increase his strength.

But the strength could not be generated by thought.

Compared with the first time, it was only half the capacity.