Chapter 340

"Bang!"

Tongli Khan punched Pipa's slender white fist, and the air was rippled with visible waves.

The difference between the fists of the two sides was huge.

Tongli Khan was a famous Turkic general, and a military warrior who had polished his body to the seventh level.

His fist was like a hammer!

On the contrary, although Pipa exuded a seductive aura, she was still a woman after all.

She looked small and delicate.

Her fist was white and clean, with a sharp contrast.

But when the two sides touched, the result was unexpected. I saw that the white and tender fist burst out with unparalleled divine light!

Tongli Khan's fist hit it, as if it hit a steel plate, and it shrank back instantly as if it was electrocuted.

But even so, there was a crisp sound of fracture echoing in the void, followed by Tongli Khan's scream.

"Ah!"

Tongli Khan screamed and suddenly pulled back.

But who would have thought that on his way, the scorpion's tail, like a lance in troubled times, had already stabbed from behind.

"Hurry!"

Mo Xuangui roared, and the file in his hand flew out, and disappeared with a flash of golden light.

The next moment, the void broke open.

The file had already come to Zhao Qiansun's back, like a cold and poisonous snake, biting his kidney.

"Ah!"

Zhao Qiansun had not yet reacted, but a black tiger had already pounced out, and its tail hit the file like a steel whip.

"Dang!"

A metallic explosion sounded, and Zhao Qiansun had already held the whip in his hand.

The tiger whip suddenly became longer, and he was held in his hands like a pillar, and smashed it towards Mo Xuangui.

"Unstoppable!"

Feeling the strong wind blowing in his face, Mo Xuangui felt a chill on his back, and also realized the terrifying power it carried.

The Mohist monks have different methods!

But the most praised thing is the various clever mechanisms, which are displayed and dazzling.

But in essence, they are still Qi-refining practitioners.

In other words, their bodies are still fragile, and they dare not go head-to-head with military strategists like Zhao Qiansun.

And Wang Dao has already faced Liang Tiancheng, and his momentum is much smaller than the previous two.

Originally, in the Dutian Forbidden Array, Wang Dao could not use his own magical powers, and even the Heavenly Fire Melting Sun Furnace could not be mobilized.

But now the Dutian Forbidden Array has become the Daluo Liangyi Array, and it has been amplified.

The Heavenly Fire Melting Sun Furnace spewed out the Great Sun Divine Fire, covering the four fields, while Liang Tiancheng was conservative in defense and attack.

The two sides fought, but there was no real punch, which lost a lot of highlights.

But no matter what, Wang Dao also restrained one of Murong Qianshan's puppets, which was considered to be due responsibility.

"In a short time, it's hard to tell who will win among these six people. It seems that I have to take down Wang Mo first."

Shen Wuming has realized that the current victory or defeat lies between himself and Wang Mo.

"Shen Wuming, you bully my Wang family because they have no one. You should pay the price today."

Wang Mo's voice was like a huge bell. With a roar, the void was broken and a hundred-foot-long blood spear rushed over.

No matter how good this spear technique is, this momentum alone can be called overwhelming.

"Eighth realm!"

Shen Wuming faced the power of the eighth realm, but he did not panic. Instead, he stepped out and left a hundred feet away.

The Daluo Liangyi formation is completely his world. In this area, whatever he thinks about is a magical power.

"I met the Fire Dragon Lord in the past, and a sword was passed down to accompany me."

When he retreated, he was already reciting poems in a faint voice. As the voice fell, the righteous spirit turned into a long sword.

This fire dragon sword broke through the world covered by the blood-colored spear.

A thousand-foot-long divine light burst out, illuminating the wasteland like the rising sun.

When the sword and spear met, countless smoke and dust burst up, covering both of them.

But Wang Mo, who was more powerful, had already roared as if he was tearing the world apart at the same time as the explosion sounded.

It was heartbreaking, and it was obvious.

Murong Qianshan couldn't help but twitch his mouth. At this time, his eyes were covered with divine light, and he had seen the scene clearly.

In just the first fight, Wang Mo was suppressed by Shen Wuming and had no power to resist.

The blood-colored spear in his hand was also broken into several sections under the continuous siege of the fire dragon sword and fell to the ground.

Wang Mo saw that the situation was not right, so he withdrew and fled, breaking through the void and escaping towards Murong Qianshan.

"The world, mountains and rivers are in the air, and the stars, sun and moon are in the air."

Shen Wuming's voice sounded again from the formation, and an invisible wave enveloped the wasteland for thousands of miles.

Wang Mo, who was still running, was stopped by this invisible wave.

Fortunately, as an eighth realm, his understanding of the rules of heaven and earth was not inferior to Shen Wuming.

The time of being stopped was only a moment, and the next moment, Wang Mo had penetrated the rules and broke through the void.

Just as he was about to step into the infinite chaos, he found that Shen Wuming also split the void and stepped in.

When he was about to escape into the void, he found that Shen Wuming's figure appeared in the space crack in front of him.

"You are playing space magic with me, you are probably still asleep, you drank too much horse urine last night, right?"

Shen Wuming sneered, "How magnificent is the majestic West Mountain, the Yellow River is like a silk in the sky!"

The righteous spirit turned into a seal covered by gods and demons, appeared in his hand, and was thrown out by him easily.

The seal grew in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it was as big as a door panel, hitting Wang Mo head-on.

"Bang!"

A loud bang was heard, and Wang Mo was knocked hundreds of feet away and fell heavily to the ground.

Murong Qianshan looked closely and found that Wang Mo's clothes had been torn and his body was full of holes.

There were even a lot of Haoran fires burning on his body, and blood was gushing out from the wounds.

All the blood was black and red, and there was a nauseating stench.

"The blood nerve is indeed good. If it were someone else, maybe you could really show off your power for a while."

"But, Haoran righteousness, specializing in various crooked ways, is not appropriate to show off your ugliness."

Shen Wuming sneered.

Today's orthodox practitioners, whether they are Buddhists, Taoists, Confucianists, or Legalists, are all upright.

At the very least, they will not use the methods that are harmful to the harmony of heaven, but have a natural restraint on these methods.

For example, the power of the Taoist golden elixir, or Shen Wuming's righteousness, are all based on the same principle.

"Haha!"

Wang Mo was angry at first, but after hearing this, he calmed down, and the bloody demonic energy surged up, extinguishing the righteous fire.

"The righteousness is indeed good, but it depends on who is in charge. If you Confucian saints come, I will naturally retreat."

"But ordinary Confucian cultivators, let alone you, even the three great masters of your Confucianism, can do anything to me?"

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