Doomsday Rise

"Soul Soul!"

His left hand glowed, mysterious runes emerged, and ancient power enveloped the natives. For a moment, the natives' eyes were dull and their souls were stiff. Although they recovered in just an instant, Liu Wei'an wanted this moment. There was only a black light but no fist in his right hand. It touched the native's head and then retracted it, as fast as lightning.

boom--

The head of the native was torn apart. Liu Wei'an had already passed by the second native. The native kept running forward and ran for more than ten meters, threw himself on the ground and remained motionless. He didn't know where he was hit.

"Great Judgment Fist!"

The two fists collided. Liu Wei'an's fist was white and shining. The indigenous fist was rough and black, one black and one white. They blended together. In an instant, blood bloomed. The indigenous fist exploded. The white light rushed past and hit. The ugly face was revealed, and the ferocious expression turned into astonishment and fell into pieces.

Liu Wei'an lowered his back and immediately struck with both fists.

"Great Judgment Fist!"

Boom——

The two natives flew out, blood pouring from their mouths, and their chests were deeply dented, just as big as a fist.

boom!

The soil under his feet exploded, and Liu Wei'an hit the native who raised his bone knife like a cannonball. He grabbed his head with both hands and gave him a hard blow.

Click——

The crisp sound of broken bones was heard, the native's eyes quickly dimmed, and the bone knife fell weakly. Liu Wei'an seemed to have eyes behind him, and he suddenly took a step to the left.

laugh--

The sharp bone spear pierced the residual image of the clothes, and the air exploded with a terrifying explosion. The natives' eyes flashed fiercely, and they exerted their strength with both arms. The bone spear changed from a straight thrust to a sweeping sweep. In an instant, sand and rocks were flying, and the ground was scraped up. At this moment, a hand grabbed the bone spear, like a flying fairy from the sky, extremely unexpected.

Before the native could react, a terrifying force came from the bone spear, causing it to take two steps forward involuntarily. Its palms became hot and the bone spear had left its hand. The next second, a little white light expanded infinitely in his eyes.

Pfft——

The bone spear pierced the center of the eyebrow, like stabbing a watermelon. Liu Wei'an shook his hand hard, and the corpse of the native exploded, and the minced meat shot out in all directions, like a rain of blood.

When Liu Wei'an avoided a native's bone club, he shot a bone spear. Under the influence of internal force, the bone spear cut through the void like a white light, piercing the heart of a native dozens of meters away, and plunged into the soil a hundred meters away with a pool of blood.

When Mushroom heard the sound, he suddenly turned around and saw the natives lying on the ground, as well as the extremely sharp bone knives in their hands. Startled, he muttered.

"It's so bad that he attacked from behind!"

Liu Wei'an used the Soul Suppressing Talisman in his left hand and the Great Judgment Fist in his right hand. His hands turned yin and yang, one soft and the other hard. In an instant, a group of indigenous people died cleanly, and the winter thunder bow appeared in his hand.

call out--

The arrows were like meteors, grazing the ground and piercing the calves of three natives. The severe pain caused flaws in the natives' movements. Xu Banxian had no sight and relied entirely on induction. The situation of the indigenous people appeared in his mind like a bright light. The Bagua Mirror flew out of his hand, like a bolt of lightning across the void and returned to his hand. The three natives did not feel that they were being attacked. They took a step before their necks exploded, blood burst out, and their ugly heads rolled down.

It turned out that his neck had already been cut off by the Bagua Mirror.

Xu Banxian's footsteps were strange, and he shuttled among the indigenous people. The combination of the signboard, the Bagua mirror, and the bell produced incredible power. No matter how many people came, the indigenous people could never touch his shadow.

Whoosh——

Whoosh——

Whoosh——

…

Liu Wei'an strode forward. He was originally assisting remotely from behind. After a few steps, he was already at the front. Every time an arrow fell, one of the natives must fall. The monster in the distance that wanted to get closer fell to him within a few steps. Shot mercilessly.

"Mummy Yaohu!"

Among the indigenous people, a strong man with a red feather on his head rushed out. His bare upper body was covered with colorful symbols, and an animal skin was wrapped around his waist. When he ran, the shadow of a beast vaguely appeared above his head. Wherever he ran, the vegetation It broke, and the sound was extremely shocking.

"Serial Arrow

! "

Liu Wei'an immediately stared at the native with a colorful feather on his head, and the arrow went straight to the man's heart.

"Mummy Yaohu!"

The native with the colorful feather in his head roared again. The language was incomprehensible, but he expected that it would not be a good word. Liu Wei'an did not bother to guess what it meant, but the next second, his eyes shrank.

The white bone stick was like an evil dragon that smashed away the chain of arrows. The second arrow hidden in the void was swallowed by the evil dragon before it could explode, and the energy of the exploding arrow dissipated invisible.

"Serial arrows!"

Liu Wei'an did not believe in evil, so he shot the second arrow. This arrow used 120% of his skill. The arrow was shot out, plowing a chasm on the ground with an astonishing momentum.

The native with colorful feathers on his head grinned, revealing a mouth full of black teeth. The white bone stick vibrated, and the chain of arrows exploded before it even got close. In just two arrows, the distance has been shortened to less than a hundred meters.

"Roar--"

The native with colorful feathers on his head suddenly roared, and the sound wave hit the void, the earth cracked, and the vegetation, sand and gravel were instantly shattered. Liu Wei'an felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his seven orifices almost overflowed with blood. He took a deep breath, and the "Dark Emperor Sutra" started to operate. The dizzy feeling disappeared instantly, and when his vision returned to clarity, a giant dragon attacked from the sky, its breath like a mountain, crushing the earth.

"Damn it!" Liu Wei'an knew that he was careless, but he didn't expect that an indigenous man would also know to take the lead. A sharp light shot out of his eyes, his legs sank slightly, and the muscles on his arms bulged high.

"Great Judgment Fist!"

Boom——

The evil dragon shattered, Liu Wei'an's fist collided with the bone stick, like gold and stone clashing, and a sharp golden sound erupted. Liu Wei'an was smashed into the ground, up to his thighs. He was shocked and angry. This was the first time since he learned the Great Judgment Fist that the collision was so embarrassing. However, the native with the colorful feather on his head was even worse. He was knocked back more than three meters, and the hand holding the bone stick was bleeding.

The native with the colorful feather on his head was extremely tough, and when his right hand was injured, he handed the stick to his left hand, kicked off his feet, and the earth exploded like a meteor shooting from the sky, and the bone-white stick turned into a dragon again.

"Well done!" Liu Wei'an used his mental skills and slowly punched out. In the middle of the punch, he suddenly accelerated.

boom--

The two sides were separated at the first touch. The native with the colorful feather on his head flew backwards, and Liu Wei'an rushed out of the ground, following him like a shadow, and punched three times in a row, each one heavier than the last, and each punch faster than the last.

The native with the colorful feather on his head had fierce eyes, and blood was flowing from the tiger's mouth. It seemed invisible. It hit Liu Wei'an three times in mid-air. When the fourth blow was made, his movements slowed down for a moment and was smashed to pieces by Liu Wei'an's fist. Head.

Liu Wei'an was not happy at all. Three more indigenous people shot out not far away. They all had a colorful feather on their head. The colors were the same. One was blue, one was green, and one was yellow. Although the colors were different. , but the aura it exudes is not weak at all.

Among the indigenous people, there are nearly a hundred indigenous people with colorful feathers on their heads. There are also indigenous people with two colorful feathers on their heads, and indigenous people with three colorful feathers... The one with the most colorful feathers is the indigenous chief. His cold eyes have no emotion at all. Looking at him from a distance, he was like a poisonous snake that chooses people to eat.

Liu Wei'an suddenly realized that capturing the thief and the king seemed to be a wrong choice.

"Soul-Calling Talisman!"

Regret has no meaning anymore. Liu Wei'an jumped out like a cheetah, his speed reaching the extreme at this moment. He was a hundred meters away in an instant. The runes on his left hand were emitting, and the thunder on his right hand was flashing...