White-Robed Chief

Chu Li and Sun Mingyue stood on the top of the mountain, watching the fierce battle in the valley. ???

They watched the twenty-five old men of Daguangmingfeng as if they were breaking the bamboo, and directly broke through the eight people's combined attack, and then broke through the remaining people's combined attack. , The power failed to wave out, was defeated by the twenty-five-year-old of the Great Bright Peak.

Sun Mingyue's light jaw: "It really works. How powerful is Skype?"

If it were so powerful, Tianjige would have ruled the king long ago, how could it still be under the eight gates.

Chu Lidao said: "It is a great glimpse of the sky, but there are not enough casters. It is useless to be more powerful. The big bright peak is the hands-on."

"That's true, too." Sun Mingyue jaw.

Watching the twenty-fifth old knock down all the guards and surround Zhong Wancheng, Sun Mingyue said, "This time it's ten to nine, right?"

Chu Li shook his head: "That's too small to watch Zhong Wancheng."

"Uh-?" Sun Mingyue turned to look at him.

Chu Lidao said: "Zhong Wancheng is a top-notch master who has no secrets and practiced a certain secret technique."

"What the **** is going on?" Sun Mingyue said.

Chu Li pointed to the following: "Look at it."

"Then why don't you show them something?" Sun Mingyue frowned.

Chu Li smiled: "I already said it in the bag."

Sun Mingyue stared at him, shook his head and looked down.

Zhong Wancheng faced the twenty-five people who were staring at him slowly, approaching slowly, and said in a deep voice, "It's a bright religion, it seems you have a secret agent by my side, and you can see the mystery of the Eighth Front.

"The last name is Zhong, let's meet!" The old men broke off and began to sip.

They were divided into three layers, with six people in the innermost layer.

"Bang, bang, bang ..." Zhong Wancheng faced their attack without evading, standing as usual, sneer looking at them.

The people frowned and struck him with their palms, as if they had entered a hollow, empty iron pillar, without any sense of obstruction, and they were extremely stable and could not shake him.

After the first layer was attacked, the second layer followed through and attacked.

"Bang bang bang ..." Continuous palms hit him, followed by the third floor, like an old tree in a storm, ready to be destroyed at any time.

However, even though the storm was severe, it was not destroyed, but it was tough and abnormal, and stood still.

Sun Mingyue frowned, thinking about what martial arts this is. Even if the kung fu is strong, it can't stand the mad attack of so many masters. These are first-class masters in Tianwaitiangao. Deep and innocent, even if she can't be hard.

Zhong Wancheng's face calmly, as if enjoying it, with a smile on his face, shaking his head, only reacting to the palm force attacking his head, gently blocking it, leaving the rest of the palm force to ignore, let alone hit his body .

This excited the Guangmingfeng people, the more mad they were, their palms were raging.

Chu Li turned around and said, "Will it be the cause of Tianshuang Baoyi?"

"It's very likely." Sun Mingyue nodded.

As soon as the two had finished speaking like this, they saw Daguangmingfeng Zhu Lao starting to withdraw weapons, and some wielded swords and some took knives, stabbing towards him in succession.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding ..." But when a blade of lights and swords flashed, all the blades hitting his body flew up more than ten meters away, and the sound of "呛 啷" fell to the ground.

Sun Mingyue's eyebrows frowned even tighter.

Wanzhong Cheng is like a shell of a turtle. His palm strength cannot be hurt, and the sword cannot be added.

She turned her head and said, "This is basalt magic!"

Chu Li raised an eyebrow: "Xuanwu Divine Work?"

"Dazheng Xuanwu Mountain's Xuanwu Divine Power, I did not expect Zhong Wancheng to be a Dazheng Xuanwu Mountain disciple!" Sun Mingyue said with a sullen expression: "I don't know such important news!"

Chu Li thoughtfully: "No wonder it's so amazing. This basalt martial art is amazing. It can scare ten people. It's scary. He can resist so many siege. It's incredible."

This defense has reached the level of the **** of heaven. The master of the sky and the sky can imagine it, and Chu Li can not bear the siege of such a siege, even if he has a tibetan runner, and a demon spirit-spell.

Sun Mingyue said, "Aren't you thinking about practicing to become a god? Xuanwu Divine Skills must be practiced. He may have reached a level of perfection to such an extent."

Chu Li smiled: "I'd like to ask a question or two."

"However, no matter how strong the Xuanwu skill is, it can't be blocked all the time." Sun Mingyue said: "He can't hold on for too long."

Chu Li nodded.

But beyond their expectations, Zhong Wancheng was unexpectedly strong. He was besieged by twenty-five people for an hour without any injuries. Within this hour, most of his guards recovered. .

So a scuffle started.

They did not use the Bahezheng group. After switching to other formation methods, their power increased greatly. The advantages of the Great Bright Peaks were gradually lost, and Zhong Wancheng consumed too much internal force.

They now show the strangeness of the Zhongwan Chenggong method, which consumes internal power extraordinarily. With a single palm, the internal power consumed is several times the usual, and at a certain time, the thief felt empty.

Zhong Wancheng shined with both eyes, his face glowed red, as if getting more and more spirited, laughing out loud from time to time.

"It's been a long time since I played, so happy! Happy!" He laughed and waved ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ to block the power of the attack on the head. As the sword had been shaken, he couldn't approach him. .

The palms of the Great Guangming Peaks became soft, as if they were to fall at any time, and a gust of wind would blow them down.

"Withdraw!" Chang Lao sighed.

The crowd nodded and turned away.

"Want to leave?" Zhong Wancheng hummed. "It depends on whether I promise or not!"

His body rose sharply and widened, his eyebrows were darkened, and the wrinkles on his face faded quickly, as if he were a hundred years younger, and he suddenly passed his strength, whistling with each other, amazing.

"Bang bang bang ..." The Great Bright Peaks flew out one after another.

After falling to the ground, his mouth was full of blood, his breath was suffocating, and his life was dying.

They were afraid that they would pull out the porcelain bottle and swallow the pill.

Chu Li looked at Sun Mingyue: "No more shots, they are really over."

"Let's go." Sun Mingyue nodded.

A flash of flashes appeared in front of Zhong Wancheng.

Zhong Wancheng's face suddenly disappeared, and he took a step back and looked at them.

He hadn't seen the approach of the two before. At the moment, all the hairs were erected, and he was cold all over. He instinctively sharpened from countless times of life and death told him to run away.

"Who are you?" Zhong Wancheng mobilized all his internal forces and prepared to perform a set of maneuvers.

Sun Mingyue said, "You don't need to know!"

She fluttered and photographed with her palm.

Zhong Wancheng's transformation into a shadow became blurred, and the next moment had appeared a hundred meters away.

Sun Mingyue followed him closely, Bai Yu fluttered to his back like a palm.

"Bang!" A loud noise.

Zhong Wancheng's figure suddenly accelerated and disappeared again. 8

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