Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

This matter becomes even clearer. The person they bribed to deliver the message before either surrendered or was betrayed, so now they are in such a dilemma.

At this time, a group of people behind Wang Xu were already in a commotion. None of them had the same martial arts and confidence as Wang Xu. Facing the dark army, with bright torches, the pressure was astonishing, and even overwhelming. The young man really intends to capture him without any help.

In the current situation, resisting to the end can only lead to death. On the contrary, cooperating with this group of people may save your life. After all, although they have ulterior motives and have other missions when they come to Lingwu City, they have not caused an established fact. , it’s not really a serious crime.

"Brother, otherwise, let's surrender. There are too many people on the other side, and they are soldiers!"

A younger brother came forward quietly and said that he was the younger brother that Wang Xu trusted and liked the most. The two of them also had the same idea, to break away from the bandit class and climb up the noble class.

This kid has always been very supportive of him in the past. He is a pioneer who strictly follows his orders, and he is quite ambitious and capable.

However, now it seems that he is just a mortal after all, and when encountering such a situation, he is instantly knocked back to his original shape.

Any ambitions or ambitions are all bullshit and cannot compare to living a good life.

Wang Xu smiled coldly, his eyes were extremely cold, and he suddenly moved his true energy into his palm. His right hand became thick and powerful, more than twice the size. Give it a hard squeeze.

His attack speed was extremely fast, faster than lightning, and his attack was caught off guard. No one could react, and the younger brother certainly didn't expect that Wang Xu would attack him.

Therefore, without any resistance at all, he was crushed to death by the opponent's alien-like swollen palms. His throat bones had become soft pieces, and streaks of bright red liquid splashed out.

Wang Xu had a cold face and stern eyes, staring at Zhou Hu who was holding a steel gun and saying loudly,

"Since you and I are in such a situation today, it is just a matter of death. How can we beg for mercy from the court's hawks? Brothers, let's kill a lot today and break out of the battle. No matter who it is, if it can survive, it will be built again. Mountain bandit, forever establish the incense and pass it on to the brothers!"

His voice was sonorous and powerful, with a vigorous, energetic and powerful charm, and in the ears of Jingshan thieves, it had a strange power of bewitchment, which greatly affected their minds and unknowingly fell into the king's trance. Among the situations woven by Sydo.

This is a brilliant method of sound waves, which is combined with the mystic arts. The two superimpose to produce a miraculous effect similar to the sound of demonic heavenly demons and the Zen chanting of Buddhist heavenly dragons.

Of course, Wang Xu's level is not that high, and his martial arts is far from reaching the realm of transcendence and sainthood. That is to say, the brothers who bullied him are not as good at martial arts as him and have a lot of trust in him, so they can suddenly succeed in the plot.

As his last words fell, the remaining Jingshan bandits seemed to have taken some medicine, their faces flushed, and their eyes wildly rushed toward the soldiers gathered around them. They seemed not to be afraid of the dazzling spears and swords, let alone the awe-inspiring sight. Thick armor.

To be honest, the samurai on the refugee camp castle felt extremely funny when they saw this scene.

The Jingshan Bandit was acting like a moth flying into a flame. He had no chance of winning. He was clearly doing something that would never succeed. It was so stupid and funny.

At the same time, Wang Xu was also taking action.

He pinched the dead brother's neck, and with a flicker of energy, he threw the dead body in his hand at Zhou Hu like a cannonball.

The air flow was like a shot, drawing a faint white air circle in the void of the dark night, and then set off a strong wind.

It can be seen that the force of this throw is fierce and fierce.

Zhou Hu has been in the martial arts world for many years. Needless to say, he has experience. Even his martial arts skills have been honed to perfection.

Once the realm is raised, coupled with the body carrying stars, the level of martial arts is far beyond what ordinary people think.

Facing this meteor-like throwing attack, Zhou Hu raised and flicked the steel gun in his hand, and the gun tip made an exaggerated arc in mid-air, making a roaring sound that broke through the air, and a crescent moon shape. The force of his spear shot out, hitting the flying corpse and bursting out with a violent wave of air.

Bang bang bang, a series of dull explosions sounded, and the corpse turned into a ball of blood mist floating in the air.

Bloody, cruel, and cold.

This violent confrontation immediately attracted the attention of everyone present, including the Jingshan bandits who were plotted by Wang Xu and affected their minds, as well as the soldiers who rounded them up.

These Jingshan thieves had no time to exert influence at the moment when Wang Xu burst into action. They had already dispelled the strangeness in their minds, noticed their own changes and shortcomings, and understood Wang Xu's intention of using them as a cover to abandon his son.

For this former leader of the Jingshan Bandits, his former eldest brother, he was filled with hatred and anger at being betrayed and betrayed.

At the same time, they also noticed that after Wang Xu made a move, he did not stay where he was. Instead, he was keenly aware of the weaknesses of the encirclement, and used light skills that were as graceful and swift as riding on the wind and clouds to break through the encirclement.

For a moment, the remaining Jingshan bandits suddenly felt a strong unwillingness in their hearts, and they never wanted Wang Xuzhen to escape like this.

Why can Wang Xu run away? Why can Wang Xu leave them behind!

They even hope that Wang Xu will die!

It's really just a thin line between love and hatred.

They were good brothers just now, but before life and death are in danger, the complexity and badness of human nature will be exposed.

Zhou Hu was not surprised at all by Wang Xu's actions. He just smiled coldly and lightly tapped his eyebrows with his left hand.

In an instant, a dazzling golden light burst out from the center of Zhou Hu's eyebrows, and the terrifying martial arts will descended, instantly suppressing silence for several miles around.

Countless Buddhist rhymes circulate, swastikas and nimbuses surge, and Sanskrit sounds are sung in the sky. It seems that there are goddesses chanting sutras and monks ringing bells.

A Buddha's palm, as bright as gold, pushed out from the center of the eyebrow, from small to large, and swelled in the wind. It was first the size of a thumb, then turned into a normal human palm, and then a human head...

Finally, it turned into a giant palm with a radius of several feet and flew out.

With the speed of wind and thunder, in the blink of an eye, he crossed numerous spatial obstacles and caught up with Wang Xu who was about to escape.

The moment it touched Wang Xu's body, the golden Buddha's palm suddenly exploded and turned into thousands. Countless tiny dragons penetrated into Wang Xu's body, and chains-like marks appeared on his body. .

The next moment, Wang Xu fell from the air. A great master who was born with Qi training, he was like a dead dog, unable to move. He lay on the ground in such a mess, with his head covered in blood.

Everyone who saw this scene was stunned. Even Zhou Hu, the person who used this technique, had his heart pounding.