Chapter 382 The Fist of Destruction
In order to avoid conflicts with Taiyi Palace, Fu Jingtao retreated without making a move. Even though he knew that this would make Lin Yuqing suspicious and lay greater hidden dangers, he could not take care of so many things for the time being.
He did not dare to let his desire to kill in his heart, and forcibly build a cage to suppress it. As the qi and blood rush accelerate, everything he saw in his eyes gradually turned into blood. If he was not released in time, once the dam of rationality was destroyed, it would probably be the case.
Become a killing maniac.
If the water is full, it will overflow, and everything should be diluted rather than blocked.
Fu Jingtao knew that the situation was very serious and rushed into an empty and desolate valley. He tried hard to maintain his mind and slammed the iron fist at a big tree. His fist was in a burst of murderous intent, but he heard a click.
There was a loud bang, the tree trunk broke, and the huge canopy fell to the ground.
His eyes were red and he shouted: "Kill! Kill! Kill!!" His fists hit him one after another, and the innocent trees broke one after another, pouring out, stirring up countless dead leaves of dust, like an out-of-control tyrannosaurus
Releasing your anger to the fullest.
The earth shook in an instant, and the birds and beasts scattered in panic.
Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Fu Jingtao knocked down the last big tree that was annoying, and slowly closed his fists while panting. The murderous intent accumulated in his chest relieved most of the time. His mind moved slightly, and he glanced at the mess around him, murmured: "Killing and
The meaning of destruction is both different and common!”
Killing means killing a living life, while the object of destruction includes everything, which is a complete destruction of the world, which is more terrifying than simple killing.
Since it is a fact that he is a demon, if he is unwilling to commit more murder and his hands are covered in blood, why not study the way of destruction and adopt alternative methods to balance his mind?
When Fu Jingtao thought of this, he secretly moved his internal strength and raised his hand and punched the tree stump in front of him.
Bang! Where the iron fist fell, the stumps sank inward like dough, trembling and cracking, and in the blink of an eye, burst into countless tiny pieces of wood that spurted backwards, and shot into the soil and grass.
Fu Jingtao roared to the sky, Wu Li Gang's fierce and domineering movement flashed in his mind, and the Rock Eagle's invincible magic gun, moving at will, using many seemingly messy moves, mixed with boxing, palm techniques, legs techniques, and gun techniques.
Wait, sometimes like a tiger going down the mountain, sometimes like an eagle and a falcon to rush, sometimes like a bull rushing, the fist wind spreads, and countless insects and ants that were unable to escape were immediately crushed into powder.
He is trying to temper the Fist of Destruction.
If you use a fist to destroy everything, you don’t need to use a fake weapon to kill the enemy.
His body movements are getting slower and slower, but his fist strength is getting heavier. Each blow is like a thousand pounds of iron hammers, the wind is howling, and the footsteps are thundering.
Finally, the fist wind stopped and the flying dust fell again.
Fu Jingtao stood firmly, and there seemed to be a black flame leaping deep in his eyes. His fists were closed in front of his lower abdomen, his body was as tall as a slack, and the indescribable hot demonic energy rose and burned above his head. He took a deep breath and raised his fists high.
He went over and smashed the big tree lying across the ground.
Boom! Crack!
The broken tree that was hit suddenly jumped up and approached the ground. The next moment, like a lit firecracker, burst from head to tail, and the bark, trunk, branches, and leaves were all shattered, and the strong wind was swept with countless debris.
As if fireworks were blooming in the sky.
Fu Jingtao laughed loudly, and the valley was rumbling and echoed.
At this time, a group of people passed by outside the valley, with about twenty people, fierce and vicious, with messy clothes and weapons, like a group of wild wolves searching for prey. A blood-colored flag was held in the team, and the flag was embroidered with "Chaotian" embroidered on it.
The three big words "Zhai" sounded in the wind.
They suddenly heard a strange noise from the valley, and saw powder floating above the heights. They were stunned for a moment and then cheered: "The natural vision is born, this is a sign of the birth of the treasure!" "Brothers, it's time for us to turn our fortune!
" "Go and hunt for treasure!"
A group of people pushed and rushed into the valley with great enthusiasm.
Fu Jingtao originally wanted to continue to understand the boxing technique, but he caused a bunch of messy bandits. He was in a bad mood and a trace of murderous aura was unconsciously leaked. He hugged his arms across his chest and sneered: "Chaotianzhai? The toad was yawning well.
Big tone!”
When the bandits saw that the valley was empty, as if it was poured with ice water, it suddenly became mostly wilted.
The three camp leaders who led the team were all rough and strong. They used swords in the center, the big sword in the left hand, and the iron spear in the right hand, quickly exchanged a mysterious look when they saw this.
The leader of the village who made the sword sighed and said, "Second brother, third brother, this ghost place has nothing to do, and it has made the brothers happy again. Hey, when will the bad luck in Chaotian Village end?
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The three village masters raised their spears and pointed them at Fu Jingtao, and said in a deep voice: "Hey, boy, let me be honest, why are you hiding here?"
Fu Jingtao said lightly: "Don't you have eyes? I'm just practicing boxing."
The three village masters glared at each other: "Stop talking nonsense! Why do you want to cut down trees on a large scale? Are there treasures or ancient tombs buried nearby?"
Fu Jingtao asked back: "Are you crazy and dreaming of getting rich every day?"
The three village masters blushed slightly and said angrily: "Boy, you're tired of living!" The iron spear shook and sneered as he thrust his chest, fast and cruel.
Fu Jingtao sneered: "Take axe!" He leaned forward with his right hand into a tiger claw, grabbed the spear rod, twisted and pulled it sideways, and grabbed the iron spear, followed by the spear as a stick, and then used the spear as a stick and hit the tail of the spear.
The opponent's right calf was completed in one go.
The three village masters suffered severe pain in their legs and staggered and sat down with a scream.
The second village leader who was holding the knife was shocked and angry, shouting: "Don't hurt my brother!" He rushed forward with great strides, raised his long-handled sword, and slashed it down with one move "strength to slash Huashan" on his head.
Fu Jingtao gave a little step back, and the big sword passed by in front of him and hit the ground. Before the opponent could lift his sword, he raised his iron spear and pushed forward, and the tip of the spear stabbed the vital point of the throat.
The second village leader stood upside down, immediately abandoned his sword and retreated, his face turned blue and white, and his courage was completely lost.
The leader of the village gasped and knelt down immediately, bowing his head and said, "Jiang Fei from Chaotian Village, has no intention of offending the young master! The villain is willing to lead the brothers to serve the young master, serve the young master in front of the horse, and go through fire and water without hesitation! I beg the young master to take him in.
!”
Fu Jingtao was stunned, and the other bandits knelt down one after another, and each of them changed into flattering smiles: "Young Master will be invincible when you fight Qinling!" "Young Master is mighty!" "Young Master is willing to take it in!"
Fu Jingtao looked at the dark heads and was so amazed that he couldn't help but laugh and said with a stern face: "Nothing! What's the use of you guys? Who wants to be the leader of the bandits? Get out of here!"
Jiang Fei raised his eyes and glanced at his face carefully, saying carefully: "Young master, have you passed by here by chance, or are you planning to participate in the Qinling Alliance?"
Fu Jingtaoqi said: "Are you also qualified to participate in the alliance?"
Jiang Fei smiled and said with a pity: "The good tutor knows that although Chaotian Village is poor, it is also counted on the Qinling Road! How much is Jiang's face worth a little money!" As he said that, he took out a rectangular bronze medal with the engraved "Chaotian"
The three words "Zhai" were raised, and your hands were raised above your head, "Please look, this is the token of my Chaotianzhai participating in the alliance conference."
Fu Jingtao pondered: "Does every force have such a bronze medal?"
Jiang Fei said: "Yes! Those who have bronze medals are qualified to elect the leader, participate in discussions on major events, and discuss territorial division..."
Chapter completed!