Chapter 1061 Tragic

Xu Wuzhou dragged his heavy body, step by step, slowly walked back to the arena.

At this time, he was bleeding from his mouth, his chest was bloody and bloody, and his breathing was so disordered that anyone could feel it. Everyone could see that Xu Wuzhou had suffered an unimaginable severe injury.

This is also normal. Standing still makes people get punched three times. Being able to stand is already unexpected.

Xu Wuzhou stood back on the spot, looked at Yun Qianzhong and said, "Let him go! Come again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar all around.

"Taoist! You are seriously injured and can't take it anymore!"

"Taoist! It's alright! You did your best!"

"Yes! Daoist, don't be brave!"

"Taoist, he just wants to kill you. We have already recognized his face."

"A gentleman can't be saved! Daoist!"

"..."

There was a lot of noise all around, warriors jumped out one by one to try to dissuade Xu Wuzhou.

Xu Wuzhou waved his hand, suppressed everyone's showing off, and didn't explain, just looked at Yun Qianzhong and said: "Go on!"

Yun Qianzhong was really afraid that Xu Wuzhou would stop here, afraid of him who had a long night and dreams, so he waved his hand to let him go. At the same time, he blasted the fourth punch again.

This punch was no stronger than the third punch, because he had shot with all his strength before. This time, he still didn't forget to burn his essence and blood.

The fist that was as powerful as a mountain blasted out, the space was distorted again, and there was a rumbling sound of oppression, and in the next moment, it fell directly on Xu Wuzhou.

"Crack!"

Everyone heard the sound of bones breaking, and at the same time saw the bloody chest. At this moment, they clearly saw the bones, and he flew out, leaving a splash of blood in the void.

There was fierceness in Yun Qianzhong's eyes, how could Xu Wuzhou, who was seriously injured, resist this punch.

The other warriors were silent and looked into the distance, which was the direction where Xu Wuzhou fell.

Chen Jinghong stood there, holding the sword in his hand, looking at the scarlet blood beads in the void with a little absent-minded eyes.

Lin Yunwei clenched her fists tightly, her lips turned white, she looked at Yun Qianzhong and the others, and then turned to Xu Wuzhou.

Some fighters have already rushed to the place where Xu Wuzhou fell, but before they arrived, they saw a young man covered in blood slowly coming out. Although his speed was not fast, he was extremely firm step by step, just like before. , went to the position just standing.

In fact, his feet were trembling and already unstable, but he still tried his best to make his steps look steady.

When everyone saw this scene, there was an emotion brewing in their hearts, and they felt uncomfortable and depressed.

Yun Qianzhong never thought that Xu Wuzhou could still stand up after his fourth punch. But he also felt that Xu Wuzhou's aura was getting weaker and shorter.

"Let people go! Come again!"

As soon as Xu Wuzhou's words came out, a martial artist from the Dao Sect camp shouted in shock: "Master Dao, you..."

Xu Wuzhou waved his hand, interrupted him, looked at Yun Qianzhong and said, "Let him go!"

Yun Qianzhong grinned ferociously and asked the Immortal Pavilion warriors to let him go. The power in his body came out violently again, in order to maintain the peak, he even took a drug, the blood burned again, and the billowing power rushed into his fist, he wanted to use this to kill Xu Wuzhou in one fell swoop.

"I want you to die!"

Yun Qianzhong punched out again, this time Xu Wuzhou covered his chest with both hands, but Yun Qianzhong didn't care. What about blocking with both hands? This punch will kill you!

The fifth punch vented Yun Qianzhong's anger, which seemed stronger than before.

With this punch, many people's expressions changed. I wonder how Xu Wuzhou can handle the current state.

Xu Wuzhou's expression was still calm, and he resisted his punch again.

Just like before, they saw Xu Wuzhou being thrown away.

At this moment, many martial artists rushed towards Xu Wuzhou at a high speed. In their opinion, Xu Wuzhou would never be able to catch this punch.

It's just that the situation surprised everyone again, and they saw a figure crawling out from there.

Only this time, the figure looked embarrassed and tragic.

At this moment, blood seeped out of his seven orifices, his face was covered with blood, and he looked like a horrible ghost.

His arms were bloody and bleeding, his chest was also bloody, and his whole body was stained with his blood.

He turned into a blood man, standing there, bleeding from his feet.

Everyone stared blankly at this scene, never expecting that Xu Wuzhou could still stand up.

Yun Qianzhong was also slightly taken aback, he originally thought that this punch was enough to kill Xu Wuzhou.

Lost all around!

Xu Wuzhou in the field didn't seem to notice other people's attention. He dragged his heavy body, and his whole body was already shaking, but even so, he still tried to move forward. Although every step moved very slowly, even trembling very unsteadily, he was still moving.

The feet dragged forward and every time he took a step, there was a trail of blood under his feet.

He walked forward slowly and with difficulty, step by step towards the place where he was standing just now, a road stained with blood was shocking.

This scene was seen by everyone, looking at the figure who staggered forward in embarrassment, watching him try to control his body to walk in a straight line, many warriors' eyes turned red.

This is the Taoist! One of the co-lords of the world! He is one of the most honorable people in the Thirty Thousand States, and now such a person...

Every time Xu Wuzhou took a step, the blood-red footprints stimulated them, and everyone clenched their fists.

The wind was blowing, their hearts were also whistling, emotions accumulated in their bodies, some people with shallow eye sockets were already sobbing softly.

This is the Taoist master, who knows that a gentleman cannot be saved. However, you are still risking your life.

How difficult it is for him to walk, one step at a time, bloody footprints.

Everyone's eyes fell on Xu Wuzhou, looking at the ugly figure, but everyone thought he was extremely tall.

Chen Jinghong was holding the sword, his eyes as cold as a sword were equally complicated at this moment, one hand was tightly holding the sword, and the pinched hand turned white.

The figure of the blood man occupied all the positions in her eyes.

At this moment, on him, there is only embarrassment, only sadness. There is no sword, no Tao, and nothing else related to his practice. But why, it shakes people's Taoism so much.

The surrounding area has been quiet, Xu Wuzhou also walked for a long time, and finally he came to the original position.

That place was already covered in blood. As Xu Wuzhou stood still again, the new blood covered the old blood.

Stand still!

Xu Wuzhou looked at Yun Qianzhong and said, "Let him go! Come again!"

Xu Wuzhou's voice was not loud, even weak. When he said this, he coughed, coughed up blood, and coughed so that his body arched.

Such pictures and such words finally made the emotions that everyone had been suppressing could no longer be suppressed.

"Woohoo!"

Some people let go of their voices and began to cry bitterly. Looking at the tragic Xu Wuzhou, they burst into tears.

For some ordinary people, the Lord of the Human Race is so tragic.

They don't want to see it, they don't want to see it.

Those detained villagers were also in tears at the moment. They are afraid of death and hope that someone will save them. But seeing the Taoist like this, even if they were afraid of death, they felt a sense of passion at this moment. Go to hell, don't be saved by the Taoist.

Some women and children looked at the bloody man and began to cry.

When Chen Jinghong heard that Xu Wuzhou was about to receive the sixth punch, his face also changed. In Xu Wuzhou's state at this moment, receiving the sixth punch would undoubtedly kill him.

Lin Yunwei's face turned paler and paler, looking at Yun Qianzhong and Xu Wuzhou, she clenched her fists tightly, her fingernails caught in the flesh, and her hands were covered in blood.

In her mind, the Xiange Pavilion has always been majestic and upright. Xiange is the home she admires, loves and wants to protect the most.

But that young man shook her faith. No matter where Lin Yunwei stood, she felt as if her whole body had been drained, and her head was a mess, leaving nothing but confusion.

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