Juggernaut Reborn

Ouyang Rong's speed was so fast that he was surprisingly powerful. Even if he wanted to take action, he had no chance.

Wang Yu only felt that his body was being hit by a juren holding a huge hammer and hit him. His body shot towards the back very quickly. In the air, Wang Yu's body was almost disintegrating and he breathed.

It will cause a stinging pain in the chest, and the smell of blood will make Wang Yu feel very painful.

"Duke..."

"What should I do... Ouyang Rong, the overlord of the southern region, is so strong that he doesn't even need a sword. He is already invincible with just an iron fist!"

"It's over... Both Wang and Zhang Zhongjian are not Ouyang Rong's opponents... Even the ruthless brother whose sword bloodline is opened is injured by Ouyang Rong. It seems... this time the plan... has failed!"

For a moment, the warriors in the west were all frightened, but about one-third of the "Booked Wine" were still eyeing Ouyang Rong, like a dormant poisonous python, ready to kill him with one blow at all times.

However, what this "poisonous python" faces is not ordinary prey, but a "giant dragon"! How can snakes fight against dragons? If this is true, they are just seeking death.

Zhang Zhongjian was in a very bad mood at this time and shouldn't have come to the southern area. They knew too little about Ouyang Rong's strength, but they just achieved the late-stage strength of the eighth level. However, they didn't even have to use swords, so they could

Defeat Wang Yu with one punch, and there is an almost immortal "three-level gold body" warrior who is so terrifying that he is so terrifying that he can't fight against...

The battle for hegemony in the southern district is destined to be a serious mistake, and the price of this mistake is... death!

Everyone was extremely nervous and frightened. They had no savior anymore and could rescue them in this quiet and terrible dark night. As long as Wang Yu died, what was waiting for them was not to be slaves in the southern area.

It is the call of death, the dilemma...

"Hmph... Just a waste like you, why are you talking about the evil night? The peak of the official power of the Great Zhao Dynasty is so funny..." Ouyang Rong flew high and kept it with Wang Yu who was smashing towards the rear at a rapid speed.

The parallel speed is just Ouyang Rong himself, above Wang Yu.

In the air, Wang Yu was in great pain. His body, which had been transformed by the Emperor Jin Tower, was very strong. Even when he was hit by Ouyang Rong's iron fist twice, he was still not seriously injured, and he could still support himself in front of him.

Body.

As soon as Ouyang Rong rushed over, Wang Yu remained vigilant. When Ouyang Rong's flower fell, he suddenly punched Wang Yu at the bottom.

This time the iron fist is exactly where Wang Yu’s eyebrows are…!

As we all know, the eyebrows are one of the weakest positions of warriors. As long as they are in good power, they can kill with one blow... Especially like Wang Yu now, he is already very injured. If he is hit by this punch, he is afraid.

The skull shattered and the brain splashed...

Listening to Ouyang Rong's punch falling down the whistling sound of breaking through the air, it seemed as if the god of death was extremely angry, and he kept approaching Wang Yu bit by bit. His gloomy smile and cold eyes were like a illusion, in front of him.

It is hazy and visible, as if you are looking at flowers in the fog.

This was not Wang Yu's illusion, nor was it only seen by Wang Yu. Almost at the same time, most of the warriors in the West District saw this scene.

"Oh my God... the earth-level boxing skills! The king is going to suffer!"

"No! Rescue the King of Kings quickly, otherwise, the King of Kings must have died under Ouyang Rong!"

All the warriors roared anxiously, and Mo Bei Wuqing, who was seriously injured in the distance, suddenly revealed a look of madness and anxiety in his eyes. With a sudden roar, he stood up instantly and struggled to put his hands in his hands.

The Great Compassion Sword is raised...

However, the Great Compassion Sword at this moment seemed to be as ruthless as its owner Mo Bei, no longer had its previous sharpness, and its blood-like color began to become dull and dull...

He raised the Great Compassion Sword, and his arm finally hung weakly. Mo Bei's merciless body also fell to the ground, and he was breathing heavily, as if the movement of standing up and raising the sword had already exhausted Mo Bei.

With all his strength, he can't even move his fingers...

A teardrop as big as a bean fell from Mobei's ruthless eyes, which contained even more anger and sorrow.

Among these thousands of people, only I, whose bloodline is opened, can fight Ouyang Rong. Now my mind is unstable, which has caused the bloodline of the sword to collapse and even lose the power of the battle. Ouyang Rong wants to kill Wang Yu, but

It's just a blink of an eye.

As his brother, how could Mo Bei Wuqing see Wang Yu being killed in front of him? However, even if he tried all his strength and tried all his strength, it would be in vain.

Everything seemed to have been designed long ago, no one could save them and turn the world into a chessboard, and they were just small pieces on the chessboard...

"It's not enough... Damn..." Wang Yu half-opened his eyes, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart. His body had completely lost control and had no ability to avoid Ouyang Rong's attack. Moreover,

The fusion of the night bloodline has not been completed yet, and the night bloodline cannot be opened for the time being.

The opening of the night bloodline is based on the demon blood. Only when the demon blood is fused with the bloodline can the night bloodline be truly opened...

But now, Ouyang Rong is coming too fast, everything is not carried out according to Wang Yu's idea, everything has left the track expected in advance.

Wang Yu is also regretting now. If he hadn't paid too much attention to Ouyang Rong, how could he have succeeded by him? His body was injured before, and the speed of blood fusion was not as good as the mind moved in his heyday, and in a moment of thought.

Ouyang Rong grinned, and an evil smile hung on his face. Seeing that the iron fist was about to hit Wang Yu's eyebrows, almost everyone held their breath and raised their heart to their throats, as if,

The next second, Wang Yu would have a brain burst and die on the spot...

No one wants to see this scene except for the warriors in the south. Putting aside Wang Yu's identity, the eccentric talent of the heaven-defiant is definitely not something in the pool. In the future, it will definitely soar into the sky and transform into a new world.

Become a real dragon!

Sooner or later, one day, we will compete with countless real martial arts powerhouses in the world. Now, such a genius will fall in a small place like the Great Zhao Dynasty in the Northern Region, which is a pity!

But, at this moment, a harsh sound of breaking through the air came, and a faint blue light flew towards Ouyang Rong very quickly.

"Um?!"

At the moment when Wang Yu's life was hanging, Ouyang Rong frowned. The familiar breath made his whole body tremble unconsciously. This was the smell he disliked the most now, and it could take away the breath of death that he had all had.

!

"Swoosh..." with a sound, Ouyang Rong withdrew his life-threatening punch, his body flashed and retreated to the right.

And the faint light fell into nothingness immediately...

"This smell...youyou?!" Ouyang Rong's body trembled, then his eyes swept across the audience, and immediately shouted loudly: "Youyou...you, you damn bitch, get out for me!"

Ouyang Rong seemed to have lost his previous peace and became furious. Even his breath gradually began to be confused, like a crazy lion, with an uncontrollable murderous intent erupting from him, which was extremely terrifying.

"Ouyang Rong... I'll kill you!" A more pleasant female voice came, a white gauze fluttered in the wind, and a long sword flashed with cold light from the void, stabbing Ouyang Rong.

"You bitch, it's you. Why are you not dead yet... Go to die for me!" Ouyang Rong was furious. When he saw the woman with white gauze, a trace of struggled pain flashed in his eyes, but

It's fleeting...

"Youyou don't want it!"

"Sister Youyou! Are you looking for death?!"

"Youyou collects his sword...Run!Run!!"

The brothers and sisters in the West District were shocked in an instant. Everyone knew how powerful Youyou is. Even the monsters like Wang Yu and Mo Bei Wuqing were not the opponent of Ouyang Rong. Now Youyou is like this, that is not a death sentence, that

What is it?!

"boom……"

With a punch, countless black-robed gods of death roared out, and their angry pupils were even more intense than Ouyang Rong.

Like a ghost, the force of that punch broke a hole in the world, and the remaining power of the fist made the sea water dry...

There is no suspense. The two are opposite each other. The faint mouth, ears, and nose are bleeding. People are like cannonballs, and the power of the punch is broken by the power of that punch.

Originally, blood was stained everywhere on the white gauze, and You'er's whole body was bleeding. This punch was really shocking and too powerful!

"Ouyang Rong...?! He showed mercy?!" Mu Cui opened his eyes wide and whispered in disbelief.

"It's not a deliberate person who shows mercy... it's as if it's an unconscious person who shows mercy... it's not wrong!"

"But the power of that punch is not diminished. I am afraid that just by fist wind, Sister Youyou can be killed on the spot... Now I am really hit by a punch, but I am only seriously injured, and I can't understand..."

Everyone could see that Ouyang Rong's punch was definitely watery, otherwise, I was afraid that You'er would have no bones at this moment.

"Cough...cough...cough..." You'er's mouth was covered with blood, but there was a desolate smile on her face.

"Your...Your...Your...Your...Your...Your..., Injury..."

It was said that by chance, the Youyou happened to fall in front of Wang Yu. The two poor people looked at each other and asked in a difficult manner, their voices trembling violently, and they coughed out of their throats from time to time.

Blood comes...

Seeing this, Wang Yu instantly covered Youyou's right hand, which seemed to be still trying to open, and secretly inputted a trace of spiritual power from his body into Youyou's body...

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A trace of unbearableness flowed out from Wang Yu's eyes. The faint internal organs were shattered by the punch just now. Even if the immortal came here, he would be unable to turn the world back.