How fast is the gas condensation needle launched by Wu Sheng? It is a few minutes faster than the electric light and flint.
When Tie Yi and other iron-blooded guards saw the Qi Condensation Needle, they unanimously tried to block it in front of Mo Wuxie. However, the speed of the light needle was too fast. As soon as their bodies moved, the blue light needle had already reached Mo Wuxie's chest.
Even Tie Yi's Martial Emperor cultivation level couldn't intercept it in time.
Just when everyone thought that Mo Wuxie was bound to die, suddenly there was a person in front of Mo Wuxie, it was No. 6!
The Qi-condensing blue needle shot into No. 6's body with a pop, and a blue light electric pattern appeared on No. 6's chest and spread around.
"How is that possible?" Qu Tong looked at Mo Wuxie in surprise. After seeing No. 6's appearance clearly, he subconsciously shouted, "What the hell is this?"
No one answered his words. The one who answered him was the fast-moving figure of No. 6.
No. 6 moved in one move and arrived in front of Qu Tong, punching Qu Tong in the chest.
"Hmph, the light of a grain of rice!" Qu Tong was a martial saint after all, and his willpower was very strong. He calmed down in an instant and punched out with the same punch.
boom!
The blue light flashes like blue fireworks in the night, full of weird and magical colors.
Following a direct blast, No. 6's body suddenly shot into the ruined temple like a cannonball, and Qu Tong was also shaken back ten meters.
"Such overbearing strength and profound energy? What the hell is this?"
Qu Tong was surprised and hoped that Mo Wuxie could give the answer.
This time, it was still No. 6 who gave him the answer.
No. 6 ejected Qu Tong again from the ruins.
"Isn't this still death?" Qu Tong was moved for the first time. How terrible his punch was. He knew very well that even the Martial Emperor would be punched out of a hole by his punch!
"What?" Qu Tong's originally arrogant pupils shrank instinctively. He actually saw something that overturned his cognition.
No. 6 was hit in the fist by his punch, and No. 6's whole arm drooped down, but the other fist was still there, and he still punched him.
This time, Qu Tong still punched out. He might not believe that anyone could withstand his second punch, or in other words, he wanted to cripple No. 6 to see if something more magical could catch his attention.
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In fact, Number Six is a legendary existence.
The fist thrown by No. 6 was about to collide with Qu Tong's fist. As if he knew how powerful the fist was, he suddenly retracted his fist and kicked Qu Tong in the crotch.
Qutong's straight arm suddenly bent and hit No. 6's ankle with his elbow.
When he saw the bone-like soles of his feet, he showed a horrified expression.
The so-called zombies know martial arts, and the world is going crazy.
No. 6's kick turned out to be a feint. Before Qu Tong's elbow hit, he retracted his leg and punched him down!
With this punch, No. 6 may have mobilized all his profound energy, causing ripples to evade the air wherever the punch passed.
boom!
Number Six's fist hit Qu Tong's chest firmly, sending Qu Tong flying into the ruined temple like a meteor.
silence!
The Iron-Blooded Guards swallowed dryly. Although they could not clearly see the instantaneous change of moves, they could see Qu Tong being blown away. What an incredible thing. The Martial Saint actually lost!
"asshole!"
An angry shout roared out from the ruins. Qu Tong's body lit up with a blue light, slowly rising from the ruins.
There was no wind in his hair, his fists were clenched, and he was staring at No. 6. It seemed that this was the first time that he had been defeated so perfectly by someone. This was a great shame for him!
"die!"
Qu Tong held his hands in front of his chest, and a blue light ball suddenly flashed in his hands, then grew, then compressed, and then grew...
"Meteor wave breaks!"
Qu Tong raised his folded hands in the direction of No. 6, and a fist-sized blue ball of light flew out.
No, to be precise, this should be a blue light bead. This is Qu Tong's angry light bead.
This bead of light flew toward No. 6 in the night.
Number Six is not afraid of death at all, and he will not die.
"Roar!"
No. 6 opened his mouth wide, and roared out a low growl that was indistinguishable.
Suddenly, No. 6's body erupted with a spooky skeletal cracking sound, and then his body seemed to have doubled in size.
This is not over yet, a sword seems to appear behind No. 6's huge body.
Yes, it's a sword.
The intact hand of No. 6 was raised above his head, he grasped it on the hilt of the sword, and with one pull, a monster giant sword was drawn out.
There is black energy curling around this sword, erupting with terrifying violence.
It is night now, and the blackness of the night seems to be swallowed up by the blackness wrapped around the sword, which is eye-catching and terrifying.
No. 6 struck out with a sword.
The light beads collided with this magic sword.
boom!
There was another earth-shattering sound, and the magic sword in No. 6's hand swung back, and the light beads drove straight into No. 6's chest, revealing a ferocious and terrifying wound!
Green liquid flowed out drop by drop...
"Haha, let me see if you can still bear it! Are you still alive?"
Qu Tong once again glowed with pride, as if he had a chance to win.
Suddenly, his smile froze on his face.
Number Six, who was supposed to be dead, once again grasped the magic sword.
The ferocious hole of No. 6 was being swallowed up by the mysterious energy that flashed like blue electric lines. However, No. 6 was not afraid at all and did not know the pain. Like lightning, it reached the sky above Qu Tong and the magic sword struck down again!
Qu Tong was horrified. This time he was really horrified. He even had thoughts of fear. Can he still fight such an enemy?
However, being horrified, Qu Tong still made an instinctive counterattack.
Qutong put his finger on his waist, and then pulled out a soft sword.
He shook the soft sword, and the soft sword was wrapped in a blue halo and pointed straight ahead.
The long sword touched the edge of the magic sword.
This time, a terrible scene appeared again. The black sword was gradually eroded by the blue light, and the black energy was retreating rapidly.
Mo Wuxie sighed for a while. Number 6 was powerful, but his strength was only at the level of a Martial Emperor. If Number 6 had been a Martial Saint, there would never have been a scene where the blue light eroded the black energy!
He knew that No. 6 was defeated!
The blue light wrapped around the long sword. As soon as the black energy cleared, I saw the magic of this sword. It turned out to be a giant sword. The sword was covered with complex runes, and there were traces of black energy flowing inside the runes.
, obviously, the black energy emitted by the sword is produced by runes.
"Let go!"
The blue light of the curved pupil long sword suddenly became strong, and the giant sword was shaken away at once. At the same time, No. 6 fell into the ruins like a meteor with a rumbling sound!
Qu Tong gasped violently, with fear still in his eyes. He instinctively looked at the place where No. 6 fell, fearing that No. 6 would rush out again.
Everything tested his mental endurance, and sure enough, No. 6 rushed forward again.
No. 6's two arms were completely destroyed, his body had been reduced to normal size, and the sword disappeared as mysteriously as when it came. However, he spun around on his head and feet and rushed towards Qu Tong, and suddenly a strong wind howled.
stand up!
"impossible--"
Qu Tong felt that his heart was about to burst. What kind of monster was this?
"I don't believe I can't kill you!"
Qu Tong turned his wrist, and the long sword was suddenly danced with a sword shadow. There was a hollow in the middle of the sword shadow, and No. 6's legs rushed in, and then he made a sour sound.
Mo Wuxie felt sad, if he continued like this, No. 6 would be kidnapped. With a thought in his heart, No. 6 disappeared into the sword out of thin air.
"Disappeared? How is that possible?"
Qu Tong looked around, but he didn't notice how No. 6 had disappeared. He couldn't sense it with his level of cultivation. This was such a strange thing.
Qu Tong looked at Mo Wuxie again, her original disdain turned into complicated one.
"Hand over your clavicle. Otherwise, I will go on a killing spree!"
This time, his tone of voice was not as threatening as before, but actually showed a hint of weakness.