The shadows fell and the laughter came to an abrupt end.

Fu Jingtao narrowed his eyes and looked up. He saw a man in black wearing a colorful ghost king mask and a cold look on the cliff. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He was really giving face. He actually sent the top ghost king.

Killer overtakes the formation!

It is said that there are only five Ghost King-level killers, and they are ranked according to gold, wood, water, fire and earth. They are the first-class killers among killers. Experience, cultivation, martial arts, light skills, hidden weapons, etc.. Anyone who has seen Ghost King-level killers in the world has seen them in the world.

, all died and no one could survive.

King of Killer, how could this name be made up and screamed?

The black-clothed ghost king gently stretched out like a dark cloud falling. He gently tapped the branches on his toes to remove the force and fell silently to the ground at the bottom of the cliff, with dust not rising.

What a brilliant light skill!

Fu Jingtao's eyes twitched. He had used various means to kill the enemy just now. His true energy was seriously damaged and both inside and outside were injured. The ghost king's killer god was inflated and was at its peak. How could he have a chance of winning once the battle? You don't have to think about running away.

Then, if you compete in light skills, you will definitely be far inferior to your opponent.

The black-clothed ghost king glanced at the corpse that was still warm and still lived, and said lightly: "Do you feel proud of killing only three wastes?"

Waste? Fu Jingtao smiled bitterly. If he hadn't been unexpectedly attacking him, and with the dagger that cuts iron like mud, how could he have killed these "wastes"? He stood up slowly and said in a deep voice: "You have turned into ghosts, even

Even if my ancestors dare not admit their surnames, why bother laughing at them for fifty steps?”

Anger appeared in the eyes of the black-clothed ghost king, he clenched his fists and said coldly: "What qualifications do you have to say anything about this child? If you die obediently, you will be spared from suffering before the moment, otherwise you will be allowed to do so.

Taste the method of cramps and skinning in the Hall of Hell."

Fu Jingtao laughed and said, "The Xuanyuan man is upright and would rather die than surrender. How could he bow his head to something like you, a man who is not a man or a ghost?"

The black-clothed ghost king was furious, shook his body and flashed rapidly, raised his hand and pressed it to Fu Jingtao's chest.

Bang!

The palms intersected, and the strong wind was everywhere. Although Fu Jingtao used the thousand-fold palms of the Angry Sea, he was still shaking more than three feet away by the huge recoil force. He spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the wound on his body burst at the same time, and his whole body was covered with tears.

The clothes were covered in blood, and the more embarrassed they looked, the more embarrassed they were.

The black-clothed ghost king snorted coldly: "You are just a little better than the waste!"

Fu Jingtao lowered his eyes and looked at the dirty blood on the ground. A deep anger burned in his blood. As the saying goes, a soldier can be killed, but not humiliated! His originally clear eyes were quickly covered by black air, and another layer of cruelty was revealed.

The tyrannical blood light was like some terrifying monster reviving in his body, and waves of horrifying demonic energy erupted.

The black-clothed ghost king was shocked and said in a lost voice: "Damn it, you are actually deviled?!"

Fu Jingtao slowly raised his terrifying eyes, and his temperament completely changed, as if a killer god who had walked out of the demon realm, said in a hoarse voice: "Haha, your seven major families forgot their public because of their own personal gain, assassinate their fellow disciples, and violated the teachings of the ancestors.

If you go against the chivalrous way, that is the real demon! Since you are willing to be a demon, I will kill one and restore peace and purity to the world."

The black-clothed ghost king sneered: "I'm shameless! Don't think that this will scare me. I've walked more bridges than you have walked. A scum like you who falls into the devil's path is a shame from Xuanyuan and a misfortune from Baidao.

, it is not worth cherishing to crush bones and raise ashes."

Fu Jingtao gave him a sarcastic look: "The ghost king in the King of Hell kills countless people, and he doesn't know whether good or evil, so he has the nerve to blame Mr. Fu? Did the wronged soul in your hand agree?"

The black-clothed ghost king shouted angrily: "It's useless to say more, let me take my life!"

Fu Jingtao laughed wildly and said, "Just let the horse come over!"

He killed three powerful enemies in a row, and his murderous intent was full of energy. He could no longer suppress his inner demon, so he simply let go of his mind and completely demonized. The longer the inner demon suppressed, the more fierce the explosion, the more the demonic energy flew, and countless spiritual energy poured in, as if it was like

An invisible torrent gathered like a whistling and shale rolled in an instant.

The black-clothed ghost king frowned secretly, and a hint of uneasiness arose in his heart. How could he let Fu Jingtao climb up his momentum? He hopped in the air, swung his palms in a row, and took the opponent's key points.

The strong wind is like a knife cutting the surface, and murderous aura covers the whole body.

Fu Jingtao fell into an ice cave, and his skin felt a tingling feeling. No matter from which angle, the attack of the Ghost King Killer was terrifying, with a palm shadow covering all directions and no one could escape. But Fu Jingtao, who was deviled, was

It’s not a soft persimmon that can be kneaded!

He urged the idea of ​​killing and entered the destructive artistic conception of no sorrow, no joy, no love and no hate. He no longer needed to deliberately imitate anyone's moves. He squatted slightly, and with the strong power of the earth, the iron fist swung out from his waist, as if it were a kind of

The handle is a thousand pounds of iron cone and hits the enemy's palm.

This is the Fist of Destruction obtained by refining all the martial arts insights in the past!

As soon as the fist came out, the artistic conception of despising everything and destroying everything quickly expanded. The world is ruthless, and all things are straw dogs. There is life and death, and nothing is the exception. The fist gushed, and a violent hurricane immediately formed, and the floating soil on the ground

A groove was plowed open.

He once used the boxing of destruction to kill the one-eyed owl, and he used this to fight the evil king. In the end, he had to use the guidance of the Demon Lord. The boxing veins gradually took shape, and the lethality soared several times than when he was first started! In order to fight first, destroy the enemy's liver and gallbladder first!

; Concisely and as one, without any gaps to take advantage of.

At this moment, he was like a mountain, like a demon, like the master who controls all things.

The black-clothed ghost king, who was in mid-air, suddenly shrank his pupils, and he couldn't believe his eyes. How could this demonized young man swing a destructive fist containing the laws of heaven and earth?! He is still 18,000 from the realm of the Grandmaster.

Inside!

The fist wind blows, and the coldness penetrates the bone marrow.

An unprecedented fear surged, and a sense of weakness that should not have appeared flashed by.

He regretted it, regretting why he did not use weapons. You should know that Fu Jingtao's strongest martial arts are not sword skills, not sword skills, nor gun skills, but fist skills! It's a pity that there is no medicine for regret in the world.

The black-clothed ghost king roared wildly, his palms swept across like iron plates, facing the Fist of Destruction.

Bang! The palm wind fist conflicts sounded dull, the earth was sunken, and a thick column of air rushed into the air with sand and soil.

The next moment, the black-clothed ghost king flew and flew back along the fist, his eyes as fire as he was full of deep hatred, like a wild beast that was eager to choose someone and devoured.

Fu Jingtao's feet were deep on the ground for half a foot, his eyes were firm, and his body was as tall as green pine.

The black-clothed ghost king staggered and stood firm after landing, and hissed: "What kind of boxing method is this?"

Fu Jingtao said word by word: "This is my own destruction fist!"

The black-clothed ghost king was shocked and screamed: "No, it's impossible! How can you create such a stunning boxing technique? God is unfair!" Before he finished speaking, the skin, muscles, blood vessels of his palms and arms were popping up.

Bobo exploded, and the flesh splattered, making it extremely terrifying.
Chapter completed!