The city of Monkey King

Eight cities in Xiancheng.

In the place where Jingmen was located, a large mouth of the sword array was forcibly torn.

The sickle stepped in from the sword, and a pair of red-eyed eyes stared at Qin Feng, and his fists glared at his chest.

"吼吼吼!!!"

The sound vibrates the entire city.

The sickle entered the sword array, and the soul disciples behind him were one who did not follow up. After all, they all knew the habit of the sickle.

But as long as the sickle is shot, in the eyes of the sickle, everything in his eyes, all the objects of his killing, is his killing toy.

Don't go and pick up a few times at this time...

If not, the sickle will regard the blended people together as the existence of killing, and the death do not know how to die.

These soul immortals were not so stupid, stupidly rushed up, and then were hammered to death by a punch, one by one staying outside the sword array, looking at the back of the sickle.

As the sickle entered the sword array, the original rip-opened mouth slowly healed, and the cleft swords that had collapsed above the walls, once again turned out to re-shape the sword array.

However, the sword array returned to its original state, and the souls of the immortals and the monks did not continue to bombard, because in their view, there is no need for bombardment, as long as the sickle entered the sword array...

That, in fact, has completely declared the end.

In their eyes, Qin Feng at the moment... is already a dead person.

"Just see how this goods die."

"You see this kid, from the time of appearance to the present, I have been standing on the forcing, seemingly calm, in fact, my heart must have been panic."

"Ha ha ha! I really want to know, will the scythe first cut his hand or foot, or directly twist his head?!"

"I think it is the right leg."

"The record of the single-handed single-handedly is a complete defeat, and everyone who fights with him is a broken body! That dead... is terrible."

"........."

These souls are divided into monks. At this time, there is no tension at all. It is as easy as watching a massacre.

And indeed... at their point in the moment, with the entry of the sickle, this is about to start a massacre.

"Sickle."

At this time, the crowd separated and Zhu Tongming’s figure slowly floated from the middle, and shouted out.

The sickle that has stepped into the sword array, heard the sound, slammed back, and looked at Zhu Tongming, the first time... the face of Zhang’s face showed a respectful and clever color, separated by a sword It is far away from Zhu Tongming.

Like a well-behaved child.

"Half tea, butcher."

Zhu Tongming looked at the knives of his own salute, smiled coldly, and ordered a slap in the face.

The sickle listened to this, and the eyes flashed fiercely, it was excited... it was bloodthirsty!

Zhu Tongming's sentence.

Half a cup of tea is to ask for a half-baked tea to solve everything.

Tu, it is to kill the people in this city!

"Roar!"

The sickle gave a loud excitement, then stood up and turned back to the body, the eyes looked at the Qin wind above the wall, the corner of the mouth... smiled.

boom!

For a moment.

Like the emptiness of the void, the burly figure of the sickle disappeared in the same place. This scene caused the exclamation of many monks of the soul fairy.

And just the next moment!

On the wall of Jingmen, the shape of the sickle appeared, and the open mouth was wide open, and the big fist went to the Qin wind on the wall. The fist had not yet arrived, and the boxing style was to smash the wall of the whole body. stone.

Qin Feng and Xunzi are indifferent.

Lift your hand.

boom!

The two meet, only to see the shape of the sickle is set in the three feet of the sky above the Qin wind, the fist ... as if it is blocked, how can not wave.

boom! Bang!

After a series of fists, the sickle can't break through the three feet!

"what happened?!"

"blocked?!"

"impossible!"

"The sickle is broken!"

"This sickle is invincible under the quasi-holy!"

"Too amazing!"

"........."

The souls of the immortals and the monks saw that the sickle was blocked in a three-footed place, and all of them were horrified, and the voice of discussion continued.

"To shut up!"

At this time, the gray-haired old man shouted at the crowd, and the voice of anger and frightened the souls of the priests were not immediately slumbered, and the subconscious ones looked at Zhu Tongming.

When I saw Zhu Tongming’s cold expression, these souls were divided into monks, and all of them were scared and pale.

At the moment, Zhu Tongming is obviously very upset!

"Do not let the left be annoyed, but only a single shot, this son can kill Zhang Xing, indicating that it is still a bit of a skill, the subordinate believes that as long as the sickle takes out the real strength, it will be able to be in the half-baked tea. This soul is flying!"

The gray-haired old man saw Zhu Tongming's face unhappy, and he quickly said that he nodded and nodded.

"Ok."

Zhu Tongming listened to this gray-haired old man's words, slightly dissipated, and he also knew that the sickle he had cultivated was not only so powerful.

Good play... still behind!

Looking up and continuing to look at the situation above the Jianmen Jingmen.

"Hey!!"

After a few punches, the sickle slammed back and back, and the eyes... also angered!

However, in addition to anger, there is still an excitement in this shackle, which is an excitement that is difficult to contain.

He has been playing for a long time and has not had a painful fight.

He has already hated the boring slaughter!

He wants a real fight!

Hovering ~!

In the whole body of the sickle, there began to be a **** atmosphere full of bloody, these **** gas around the body, his skin... began to become blood red!

It is the sound of roaring roaring in the sky!

The eyes are like the devils that come out of the abyss.

The momentum of the whole person began to rise wildly, but between the numbers and the number, with the arrogance of the sickle, it has risen four or five times!

Qin Feng above the wall, the scorpion slightly condensed, watching the scythe of breath rising, eyes are curious.

"It's very strange."

Just now, the punch that fell from the sickle, he can clearly feel that this big guy...not practicing and not training, but also has the strength of the Jinxian Peak. Just now Qin Feng is still wondering how this product is mixed. Now this level.

But... Qin Feng is clear now.

To protect the law.

This big guy, it seems that from the beginning of birth, it is cultivated as a killer, using **** gas to exercise the body, is the evil way.

This kind of method can improve the strength at an extremely fast speed, but the negative effect is also very obvious.

Shouyuan was greatly reduced and his mind was unclear.

Can only be reduced to killing tools.

It is clear…

This big guy in front of me is a tool.

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