Doomsday Rise

""Pingan Legion" is about to be defeated!" On a tall building hundreds of meters away, Hong Chan, Hong Die, and Hong Luan stood in front of the window, and their eyes were mainly focused on Liu Weian.

Both Hongdie and Hongluan went down the mountain for the first time, and they didn't know much about Liu Weian, but they were deeply impressed by him after a short cooperation.

"Liu Weian struggled out of death. The tenacity and willpower of such a person are unimaginable." There was no worry on Hongchan's face.

"Jian Ersan is also injured, and will lose soon. The situation of the elephant is not good. Once Jian Ersan loses, the old guy in Huoyun Cave will definitely support the white madman. At that time, the white madman and the elephant will lose at the same time. Are there any other masters in "Ping An Legion"?" Hongdie asked.

"No!" Hongchan shook her head bluntly, thought for a while, and said, "Unless Liu Wei'an picked up a master from somewhere, and didn't announce it."

"Are you sure you don't want to make a move?" Hong Luan glanced at Hong Chan.

"Not coming out!" Hongchan shook her head firmly, Hongdie and Hongluan stopped talking.

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"See, this is the Liu Wei'an you chose." Red Zebra's tone was full of sarcasm, and the Prince had no expression on his face, very calm and did not speak.

"Could it be that you like Mr. Linghu?" Goose Wang Lu raised his eyes.

"If Liu Weian fails, besides Mr. Linghu, is there any other choice?" Red Zebra asked.

"Inappropriate!" Zhang Dapao said.

"What's wrong?" asked the red zebra.

"Since ancient times, people will remember people who give charcoal in a timely manner. It is useless to add flowers to the cake." Zhang Dapao said.

"What do you mean?" Red Zebra seldom reads, and hates such literary things the most.

"The winner and loser are out, what does Mr. Linghu want you to do?" Zhang Dapao said.

The red zebra frowned, thought carefully, and said slowly: "Otherwise, shall we choose to make a move?"

"You are the one who chose Mr. Linghu, don't drag us into the water!" Brother Prince said.

"What do you mean? Don't you plan to choose Mr. Linghu?" The red zebra's expression changed.

"Don't choose!" Prince Edward said calmly, with a firm tone.

"Why? Young Master Linghu is the son of a great general. The general is well-known throughout the world. Joining Young Master Linghu is the best choice, but you didn't choose?" Red Zebra felt inconceivable.

"Master Linghu is so good, why didn't you join before?" the prince asked back.

The red zebra was at a loss for words, of course it was because Mr. Linghu had no way out. Young Master Linghu's group is composed of three parts. The original group of people who followed at first had a more complex composition. Some came here on the way, some were invited by Young Master Linghu to come out of the mountain, and some came here because of the name of the general. This part formed the initial prototype of Young Master Linghu's group.

The second part of the team is surrounded by people who merged with powerful people from all walks of life as the group grew bigger. These people basically came with a team. After joining the group, they were directly on the top of the mountain. Except for Mr. Linghu, they would not listen to the words of others, and their respective teams only listened to the boss. Many times, Mr. Linghu's words may not be effective.

This kind of hilltopism makes casual players who are not very strong

Very passive, some small forces are also very hesitant, join, there is no day to come, don't join, can't survive.

The reason why "Luban City" is neutral is that there is no hope of getting ahead in the group of Mr. Linghu. He would rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of an ox.

The third part is the hermit faction headed by Miss Xiaoxiao. This part has the fewest people, but is the strongest and has a detached position. Most of the time, Young Master Linghu dare not command them directly. If there is anything to do, it is often discussed rather than ordered.

The eldest son Linghu has become popular, and the people who join later are destined to be young people. Under such circumstances, if they really can't survive, the powerful masters are not willing to join easily.

Casual players are slightly better, anyway, where to make a living, it all depends on the face of the person.

"Are you going to help Liu Wei'an?" Red Zebra suddenly thought of this terrible possibility, and couldn't help but change his face: "Even if we are added, can we be the opponent of Young Master Linghu?"

"It's a gamble." Brother Prince said.

"Is it possible to bet on this kind of thing?" The red zebra was very angry.

"When the end begins, which day is it not a gamble?" E Wang Lu, a businessman, also agreed with this idea.

"You guys are really crazy." Red Zebra's face was full of incredulity, obviously there was a better choice, why did he choose the difficult way?

"Help Liu Wei'an, if Mr. Linghu wins, we won't die. If Mr. Liu Weian wins, we will live comfortably in the future. If we help Mr. Linghu, the consequences will be unpredictable." The old yellow dog was kind-hearted, and explained the pros and cons to the red zebra.

"You guys still think that Liu Weian can stand up?" The red zebra looked at the old yellow dog like a monster. As if to confirm his words, the elephant let out a low-pitched rage, and sprayed out a mouthful of blood, staining the ground red.

The elephant's aura was burning like a raging flame, surging and hot, but everyone could see that his state would not last long. After the monks from "Da Leiyin Temple" joined, the elephant's attack was basically blocked.

The natural power of an elephant is greatly reduced under the authentic martial arts of "Da Leiyin Temple".

There was a flash of the knife, blood spattered, and an arm flew up. It was the female master Zhang Qin. Her left arm was cut off by the opponent. Beads of sweat emerged from her forehead.

"ah--"

With a scream, Jiang He flew more than ten meters, spilling a series of blood. After landing, he twitched and twitched, only to see blood gushing out of his mouth, and his eyes quickly dimmed.

"Jianghe!" Putao gritted his teeth. The two came from the same place. Although they were rivals at the beginning, after joining the "Peace Army", they became like brothers. How could he not be angry when his brother died? The ability to control the metal broke out in an all-round way. In an instant, within a radius of 20 meters, the figures of several enemies appeared to be slow.

Peng!

A defensive evolutionary's body exploded and was kicked to death, followed by a short evolutionary's body, and then the assassin who attacked Zhang Qin was kicked to death with his left arm.

when!

"Boy, I hit an iron plate." The man who was only 1.55 in height tilted his head slightly, and actively adjusted the angle to collide with Putao's legs, making a sharp golden sound.

The man remained motionless, click, Putao's foot broke.

"In front of me

You are too young to make metal. A wave emanated from the man's body, and the rapidly retreating grape froze immediately. When he was terrified, his body tightened, and he was already caught by the man.

Tear -

Amidst the creepy sound, the grape was torn in half, the head followed the left half of the body, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and the unwillingness and regret on his face froze.

"Little dwarf, you are looking for death!" The goshawk rushed over, and within three rounds, he screamed, and the whole person was thrown away like a weed, and several mouthfuls of blood spewed out in mid-air.

"A group of garbage!" The man suddenly appeared behind Zhang Qin, and slapped Zhang Qin to pieces with one palm, shooting the pieces of meat in all directions, and a piece of meat just splashed on Li Huoshui's face. Li Huoshui, who had already experienced death once, had the best composure in "Ping An Legion", and he couldn't help but get red eyes at this moment.

When the man pounced on Zeng Huaicai, Liu Weian exploded. He punched Young Master Linghu three times in a row. His whole body was shrouded in a haze of purple clouds, and he was quite invulnerable, but when he encountered the invincible 'Great Judgment Fist', his internal strength was weaker after all. He was forced to take a step back, and Liu Weian flashed out from the gap.

"The Sword of Nirvana!"

The enemy who was suppressing Li Huishui froze, and fell down straight, already exhausted.

"The Sword of Nirvana!"

Liu Wei'an let Miss Xiaoxiao's sword pierce his abdomen, and killed the short man. The man's slap had already touched Zeng Huaicai's clothes, and he suddenly lost all his strength, and fell to the ground with a slap, his life lost.

Miss Xiaoxiao drew her sword and turned around, avoiding Liu Weian's questioning heart finger. Blood flowed from the sword hole, and stopped after a few drops. The "Indestructible Inheritance Sutra" was running, repairing the injured meridians, muscles and blood at an alarming speed. The previous sword of Miss Xiaoxiao was also protected by the "Indestructible Inheritance Sutra". Otherwise, Liu Weian would not be able to recover so quickly.

"Old witch, watch the fist!" After Liu Weian forced Miss Xiaoxiao back, he focused on hitting the old woman. The old woman is the most insidious. A life of 70 or 80 years is not a joke. She has too much experience and has a good eye. She can always find flaws in his attacks and use them.

Anger flashed in the old woman's eyes, but she didn't fight Liu Wei'an head-on. The current situation is favorable to the eldest son of Linghu, as long as Liu Wei'an is dragged along, there is no need to take risks.

Another point is that Liu Wei'an's fist is too strong, so strong that she dare not take it easily, which is why she is determined to get rid of Liu Wei'an.

Such a young man with such skill, in a few years, will old guys like them still have a way to survive? It's fine for them old guys to be eliminated, but Liu Wei'an can't be a stumbling block to stop Miss Xiaoxiao.

A sarcasm flashed in Liu Wei'an's eyes, and the "Great Judgment Fist" turned suddenly. His real target was Young Master Linghu. Among the three, only Young Master Linghu could catch his fist hard without getting hurt. If Young Master Linghu didn't die, he would be haunted all the time.

Young Master Linghu just rushed up, it was too late to retreat at this time, so he could only accept it hard.

The two fists were like two shooting stars, one purple and one silver, colliding together suddenly.

Hum——

The shock wave spread, and the marble floor under his feet instantly turned into powder, and the range expanded, finally forming a huge circle with a diameter of 200 meters.

"Great Judgment Fist!"

Young Master Linghu's upper body was still shaking, Liu Weian's second punch arrived.