One person can fight against the heroes alone. Of course, this is just a metaphor. The disciples of the Golden Blade Sect in front of him are not yet considered heroes. Only Dong Wuyong has some strength.
After Dong Wuyong heard Zhou Meng's overbearing words, his body trembled with anger and his face flushed. He raised his finger and pointed at Zhou Meng angrily: "You bastard, how dare you underestimate me, the Golden Knife Sect. I, Dong Wuyong, will fight to the death.
I will never let you live!"
As he spoke, Dong Wuyong moved his wrist, and a golden-backed machete appeared in his hand. He held the handle of the knife and revealed the blade with a look of disdain.
"Knife? Haha."
Zhou Mengyi smiled, do you want to play with a knife?
Choking, wailing, holding it in his hand, the entry-level sword intent suddenly erupted. At this moment, Dong Wuyong seemed to see the light of the sword filling the sky, falling like a meteor shower, domineering and overwhelming.
The sword clanged, and the blade could not be lifted up. Dong Wuyong looked at Zhou Meng in horror: "You, you have comprehended the sword's intention. It's impossible. Only strong men in the spiritual realm are qualified to comprehend the sword's intention. Are you...
A natural swordsman, no, impossible!"
With the intention of the sword, with one sword in hand, there are thousands of swords in the world, and all of them will bow their heads.
"Die!" Dong Wuyong ran and attacked, his body crackling, whether it was the bones in his body breaking or the power of the elephant surging, it was like firecrackers.
Since the knife couldn't be used, he used his fists and kicks. The last five thousand elephants' power came out with great force. This last punch directly drained all the power from Dong Wuyong's body.
Victory or defeat, in one fell swoop, he didn't believe that Zhou Meng could still exert the terrifying power of seven thousand elephants, so he fought to the death.
Zhou Meng's eyes were like torches, burning with raging fire, and he retracted the Wailing Sword instantly. Although he said he had the World-Destroying Demon Sword, he might not be able to use the sword technique, so he still used fists, which was more straightforward.
"Seven Broken Fist, collapse!"
Boom, the punch came out. Zhou Meng felt weak and weak all over, and almost fell down. His face instantly turned pale, and he no longer had any fighting strength.
Golden light, dazzling, gorgeous, vicissitudes of life.
On the other hand, Dong Wuyong vowed to strike to the death, with fierce momentum and iron-blooded intentions, just to kill Zhou Meng with one strike.
Both of them were given the final blow. They no longer had the strength to continue fighting, and the fight was brutal.
Click, there was a crisp sound, Zhou Meng and Dong Wuyong's fists collided. The two figures seemed to have stopped stiffly, their bodies were slightly arched, their fists were punched out, and their arms were stretched out.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, their bodies remained motionless, as if they had become eternity.
The girl not far away was covering her heart, not even daring to breathe loudly. She felt that this weird scene might last for a long time, or the winner might be decided in an instant.
Time seems to have stopped, the surroundings are extremely silent, and the sound of a needle dropping can be heard.
Beep, a soft sound seemed to break the deadlock.
A drop of blood dripped from Dong Wuyong's fist and fell to the ground. It shattered and was stained with a small piece of loess.
"Wow!" Dong Wuyong's ferocious face suddenly vomited blood, and the bones and flesh of his arm were all shattered in an instant, flying around, revealing the white arm bones, and they all shattered.
With a click, all the arm bones were shattered. Dong Wudao's body fell backwards weakly, his right arm disappeared strangely, and wisps of blood popped out of his body, which was extremely tragic.
Zhou Meng also felt uncomfortable. His face turned white and red in an instant, changing at a very fast speed. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his internal organs were directly damaged and bleeding. His body had also reached its limit. He seemed to be a small boat floating in the storm.
Everything can be broken and destroyed.
The terrifying power of five thousand elephants violently impacted Zhou Meng's body, strangling the internal organs in his body, brutally, wantonly, and rampant.
Buzz, buzz, at the heart and within the body, streams of golden light poured out directly, devouring this power crazily, and then converted it into energy to replenish itself, impacting the sixty-sixth bone that gradually gained luster.
Even so, Zhou Meng suffered such a huge blow that he could no longer hold on. His tall and straight body slowly swayed.
Bang, he knelt down on one knee, pressed one hand on the ground, and held on to his body.
Zhou Meng raised his head, blood stains continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth, and there was a red light pulsing in his eyes. It was madness, madness, and epilepsy. In an instant, his face turned ferocious, and the blue veins on his neck quietly appeared, and the muscles burst out.
"Ah!" The violent force inside his body was attacking him crazily. Zhou Meng could no longer bear it. He roared to the sky, and a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out from his mouth, turning into a cloud of blood mist in the air.
boom!
The sixty-sixth bone suddenly opened!
Buzz, golden light emerged, extremely noble, and the empty power in Zhou Meng's body was filled in the blink of an eye, like a stream that had dried up for a long time, refilled with water, and revived.
Dong Wuyong's last crazy blow successfully pushed Zhou Meng to the sixty-sixth bone level. It was a blessing and a curse, because the strange physique in Zhou Meng's body just now almost failed to release the violent energy.
Devour it.
"Big brother!" The girl hurriedly ran over and helped Zhou Meng up. Tears all over her face were like raindrops, falling down her delicate cheeks, giving her a sad beauty.
Zhou Meng took a deep breath, shook his head, indicating that it was okay, then walked to the running cloud beast, directly mounted one, patted the horse to the girl's side, pulled her onto the horse, patted the horse and flew into the air, disappearing without a trace.
He knew that if he didn't leave, he might not be able to leave. If another strong man attacked the Golden Sword Sect, he would definitely die here. Although the power in his body was already full, if there was a Bone Realm Dzogchen or a
When a powerful person from the spiritual realm appears, he will never be able to escape, absolutely!
Just a few minutes after Zhou Meng escaped, several powerful auras appeared ten miles outside the city. The first one was a middle-aged man, wearing a golden robe, with a golden sword embroidered on his right arm, exuding an astonishing luster.
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The master of the Golden Sword Sect is a powerful person in the spiritual realm!
"Who killed my disciple? Who is it?"
Roar, the sect master roared wildly, the sound was loud, and the golden sword behind his back buzzed, as if he was about to use the sword to wipe out everything.
The few strong men behind him, without exception, were all in the perfection state of the Bone Realm. Each one of them had angry flames blazing from their eyes, as if they were looking for any clues.
"Master, Wuyong still has a breath!" A strong man came to Dong Wuyong and shouted quickly.
The face of the master of the Golden Knife Sect suddenly became extremely concerned. He came to Dong Wuyong's side and directly held him in his arms. His eyes were like daggers, with murderous intent reaching the sky.
"No matter who it is that dares to hurt my disciple, I will make him die, die!"
As for Zhou Meng, he and the girl were already hundreds of miles away at this time. The speed of the running cloud beast could reach thousands of miles away in half a day, making it impossible for ordinary people to catch up.
The two came to a county town. Zhou Meng left his horse, found a small hotel, and opened two rooms. Zhou Meng went directly to his room, closed his eyes to rest, and kept recalling the battle just now in his mind.
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This kind of battle that hovers on the edge of life and death is the most honing spirit, which is an invisible foundation. Only by experiencing life and death can we go further and unlock the potential in our body.
The afternoon passed in the blink of an eye. Zhou Meng had fully recovered by virtue of his abnormal ability. He opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air. There was a sharp light in his eyes, which was even brighter than before.
Squeak, the door opened, and the girl walked into the house.
At this moment, Zhou Meng's heart was suffocated. At this moment, he felt that the girl in front of him was extremely beautiful.