Immortality Cultivation: I can use my clansmen’s energy and blood to add points

The resistance of the Luo family was very fierce.

However, they faced the Zhao family's more than 1,500 young men in armor and the two monks who had reached the perfection of bone refining.

No matter how fierce the resistance is, it will eventually become useless as time goes by.

"The destruction of the Luo family is a foregone conclusion!"

"If you are willing to sacrifice yourself to death, I might consider letting go of the old and the weak so that the bloodline of your Luo family can continue on this continent."

Zhao Wu and Zhao Hong.

After forcefully punching the third child of the Luo family, they separated.

He stared in front of him with a somewhat cold expression, his face was red, and there were either fist or footprints all over his body.

Luo Yong looked extremely embarrassed.

He whispered to him.

"Being killed at the neck?" Luo Yong looked at Zhao Wu and Zhao Hong in front of him, and he couldn't help laughing: "It seems that your Zhao family hasn't figured out the situation yet!"

"It's not my Luo family who should be killed, but our Zhao family!!!"

After the negotiation between Zhao Wu and Luo Yong completely collapsed.

Two brothers, Zhao Wu and Zhao Hong.

He began to grow cruel in his heart, and he no longer had any mercy on Luo Yong in front of him.

Since everyone in the Luo family is so stubborn and ignorant.

Then no one can live on this continent.

"Second brother, use that move." Zhao Wu silently glanced at the second brother Zhao Hong beside him, and said in a low voice.

Zhao Hong nodded silently.

After keeping a certain distance from Luo Yong in front of him.

He squatted down slightly.

Clench your right hand into a fist.

The right fist was aimed at Luo Yong in front of him in a somewhat weird posture.

"Is this the Zhao family's punch???"

Seeing this scene before him, Luo Yong's expression gradually became serious.

In the Luo family, there are some top-notch ancestral techniques.

The Zhao family naturally also has top-level ancestral techniques.

In the Zhao Family Library Pavilion, there are other ordinary and top-notch techniques.

The Luo family doesn't particularly care, but this so-called bombing fist is the most destructive and terrifying technique that the Luo family is most afraid of.

Although this technique consumes a lot of energy and blood in the body.

And after using it once, it will not be used a second time in a short period of time.

But among monks of the same level, it is generally extremely rare for monks to be able to withstand the lethality of a bombardment fist.

Even on the surface, Luo Yong, as the strongest member of the Luo family, possesses the perfect state of bone refining.

No one dared to be careless when it came to this punch.

"The Zhao family has already taken out their money. Ancestor Changfeng, aren't you going to take action?"

While Luo Yong was preparing to defend himself from the punch, he silently looked in the direction of his ancestor's courtyard.

And just when Luo Yong gritted his teeth and planned to withstand Zhao Hong's punch.

Deep in the Luo family, there is a man wearing a white robe and having silver hair.

He has a skinny figure and his hands behind his back.

The old man exuded a faint aura of indifference all over his body.

At this time, it suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

When everyone in the Luo family saw the old man, everyone's faces showed a hint of joy, and a big stone in their hearts finally fell to the ground.

Because they know.

As long as his Changfeng Patriarch shows up.

All problems will be solved easily.

As for the people from the Zhao family, when they saw Luo Changfeng, the ancestor of the Luo family, he appeared directly in front of them.

The faces of the Zhao family gradually became a little ugly.

However, things have reached this point.

Even Luo Changfeng, the ancestor of the Luo family, appeared.

The people of the Zhao family will not stop annihilating the Luo family because of this.

Among all members of the Zhao family, Gao Qi was the only one who was pale, thin, and seemed to have a mediocre appearance.

The moment he saw Luo Changfeng, the ancestor of the Luo family, appeared.

His face, which was already a bit defeated, couldn't help but turn a little paler.

His thin body was a little out of his control at this time, and he was trembling slightly.

Although, the ancestor of the Luo family just appeared in front of everyone and did not make any moves.

But even so, Gao Qi was still keenly aware of it.

The situation seemed to be going beyond his expectations bit by bit.

"I'm not dead, are you surprised?"

Looking at the people in the Zhao family in front of him, Luo Changfeng was silent for a moment, and then he said calmly.

"Ancestor Changfeng, that guy Zhao Hong seems to be using his fist on Third Uncle!!!"

Behind Luo Changfeng, Luo Chuan, who was following silently, saw Zhao Hong's right hand clenched into a fist.

And the abnormally bulging muscles on Zhao Hong's right hand.

He suddenly prompted.

"Booming fist?" Luo Changfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and silently turned his attention to Zhao Hong.

Sure enough, the power of Qi and blood in Zhao Hong's body at this time.

It was rushing towards his right arm at an extremely fast speed.

"Second brother, take action quickly and deal with Luo Yong first."

"Then we'll deal with this old immortal Luo Changfeng."

Zhao Wu frowned slightly and shouted anxiously to his second brother Zhao Hong beside him.

Even the two brothers Zhao Wu and Zhao Hong were a little slow to react.

They already felt something was not right at this time.

"Brother, don't worry, this Luo Yong will definitely die!!!" After Zhao Hong finished saying this, he raised his head and shouted again.

Even, nearly two-thirds of the energy and blood in the body.

All of it poured into his right arm with a somewhat weird posture.

Zhao Hong's right arm also swelled once again due to the injection of a large amount of Qi and blood.

A more terrifying aura gradually spread over Zhao Hong's body.

"call"

"call"

"call"

As Zhao Hong continued to take deep breaths, bursts of hot white mist continued to exhale from his mouth.

His right arm had swollen to a terrifying degree.

At this moment, he once again shrank back a little.

However, just when Zhao Hong wanted to use this accumulated terrifying energy and blood, it carried extremely terrifying power and destructive power.

Even a monk who has reached the perfection stage of bone refining can be directly injured seriously with one punch.

He had thousands of silver hair, a thin figure, and his hands behind his back.

Luo Changfeng stood silently and motionless.

At this time, it suddenly started to move.

His speed was beyond what anyone could bear with the naked eye.

As gusts of breeze came towards him, Luo Changfeng appeared behind Zhao Hong in an instant.

I saw that he just slightly raised his skinny right hand and slapped Zhao Hong on the head.

But with such a simple movement, Zhao Hong's head was like an exploding watermelon, flying in all directions.

Red blood spurted everywhere, and white brains were spread all over the ground.

Zhao Hong's body has not yet fallen, and the punch carrying terrifying power and terrifying destructive power has not yet been punched.

He possesses the perfect state of bone refining and leads a "big man" with about five thousand people in the village.

At this moment, he suddenly fell into the Luo family's clan.