Tu Wanfang, who plunged into the crowd, was like a bamboo growing in a pile of bamboo shoots. Even if it only grew one section, it looked particularly abrupt.
What makes Tu Wanfang stand out is not only his height and long arms, but also the fact that even though he is unarmed, every time he swings his fist, it is like a giant ax carving out rocks, every time he swings his arm, it is like a spear that sweeps away thousands of troops, and every time he steps forward, it is like a carriage speeding past no one.
Stoppable!
Apart from shortening Tu Wanfang's long hair and shredding his clothes, the swords and axes stabbed by everyone hardly left any marks on his limbs, trunk or head.
Whenever people around hear the sound of the air tearing, exploding, and cracking, although it is terrifying, they can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Just because these sounds mean that Tu Wanfang's attack failed.
If there is a muffled or crisp sound, someone else is probably suffering misfortune.
Gradually, there was no living person within three feet of Tu Wanfang's body.
In the eyes of everyone, Tu Wanfang, who was covered in blood, certainly could not be considered a living person, but should be an alien, or a real devil!
Even those members of the Red Alliance who had taken drugs would let out extremely piercing wails when facing Tu Wanfang.
Perhaps his vision was blurred by the blood covering his head and face, and Tu Wanfang temporarily stopped the slaughter.
I saw him squatting down and reaching out to dig into the pile of corpses at his feet.
He took out three taels of something bloody and indescribable, put it in his mouth and chewed it!
Three feet away, you attack and we counterattack, the sound of gold and iron clashing continues, and the battle becomes intense and intense.
Within a radius of three feet, one person slaughtered thousands of people and feasted silently.
However, as early as the red-clothed ghost and the long-haired bamboo pole monster appeared on the scene, the two were already the focus of the audience.
No matter when, there are always countless eyes looking for it out of fear or worry.
At this moment, Tu Wanfang, who was silently eating the organs of the dead body, looked like a beggar eating steamed buns on the street, eating very seriously and even greedily.
But anyone who witnessed this scene would feel their stomachs churning, their scalp numb, and their hair standing on end with horror!
But at this moment, Tu Wanfang had finished enjoying those "blood buns".
The blood hanging on his forehead will, by chance, run away, revealing a face no longer covered by long hair.
The face has narrow eyes, eyebrows at the temples, a straight nose, and a wide mouth and thick lips.
Even with his originally tall and strong body, he still retains the might of the first warrior of Wala.
However, most of the face is now stained with blood, and the rest of the face and the skinny body are generally blue-purple.
He turned into a monster!
It's just that under the current circumstances, no one here would feel sorry for the change of this former No. 1 warrior in Wala.
What's more, this monster has re-learned the world three feet away through its eyes!
Tu Wanfang stood up and laughed!
When he smiled, the arc of his wide mouth was almost at the same level as his ears!
Immediately, people heard that crazy and heart-rending laughter again!
I saw Tu Wanfang coming towards me like a hungry tiger attacking a wolf!
Wherever he went, the crowd dispersed in panic.
But there are still a few poor people who cannot escape the clutches of the devil.
Either they were trampled directly under their feet, or they were smashed to pieces by a palm, all of which were cut off in an instant!
Just when Tu Wanfang was about to pounce on his next prey, a figure came upstream and stopped Tu Wanfang by himself!
The man's plain robes were stained with blood from the days of fighting and killing, but no matter how filthy his body was soaked in blood, sweat, and mud, it would appear to others that the other party had taken care of himself extremely well.
It's neat and tidy, and even gives people a sense of familiarity that they've known each other for a long time, and they can get along with it without any awkwardness.
In the past, people only thought that his sword could bring this sense of familiarity.
Later, people learned that he could also complete this transformation just like his sword.
The man had a knife in his hand.
A knife that looks like a sword.
This person's name is Mo Shang.
He was the leader of the Swift Wind Altar of Xiaoyue Alliance.
Now the leader of Xiaoyue Alliance.
It is also a rejection of the leader of the Northern Alliance!
Mo Shang, who faced the difficulties, was like a clear stream in the sea of fire and the white moonlight in the dark night in the eyes of everyone.
And this grand leader who already controlled the three northern powers of the original Kyushu Alliance at a young age did not disappoint at all.
Relying on the black-green Qiankun Sword that has been with him for many years, he actually managed to repel Tu Wanfang's advance!
Mobei Yidao is indeed worthy of its reputation.
Maybe today is the battle to destroy the evil and rectify the name!
Some people do this visualization while fighting.
There were also people who were secretly sweating for Mo Shang.
After all, many people have understood that what Mo Shang did was partly to reassure people and partly to win them over as a hero.
After the sudden and mysterious death of the former leader Feng Chen at the Hundred Flowers Conference, the Xiaoyue Alliance was in turmoil for several months. However, Mo Shang, who had been away for a long time, returned and used his extraordinary strength to quell the civil strife and became the acting leader.
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Although there is still a lot of criticism in private, Xiaoyue Alliance is indeed getting back on track under Mo Shang's supervision.
Although it is not as strong as when it was strong, it has managed to gain a firm foothold in this season of undercurrents and has not been annexed or destroyed by fire.
Immediately afterwards, they gave an early warning to the commotion of the Oara people in the north, and persuaded the Crescent League and Qingtian in advance to form the Northern Alliance to prevent the barbarian invasion.
After several operations, Mo Shang successfully ascended to the throne equivalent to the leader of the martial arts alliance in the northern part of Zhongzhou.
But Mo Shang knew very well that this throne was not easy to sit on.
This time when I went south to Putian, I continued to strengthen the Xiaoyue Alliance and the Rejecting North Alliance with the intention of winning people's support.
In particular, Tu Wanfang's previous identity was the number one warrior in Wala.
If he is able to kill the No. 1 warrior in Wala in the past and the No. 1 devil in the martial arts world today, then, let alone firmly occupying the position of leader of the Northern Alliance, and convincing the members of the three major gangs, he will be the leader of the martial arts alliance in the true sense.
It's just around the corner.
However, few people noticed that Mo Shang's eyes were dark red, just like another evil ghost.
Every time Mo Shang swung his knife, slashed and chopped, the blade just landed at the end of Tu Wanfang's punch and clap.
In this way, he can make every blow with Tu Wanfang a simple competition of strength.
Tu Wanfang's strength is of course more pure, it is all brute force.
Mo Shang's power combines Qi power, inner breath and Qiao Jin.
Forces compete with each other, more than half of them cancel each other out, and the rest are transmitted to the source of the force.
Tu Wanfang could resist with his invulnerable body.
Mo Shang needs to use his skill to melt away some of it, and then take on some of it without hurting himself.
In the eyes of everyone, Mo Shang seemed to have foreseen Tu Wanfang's attack in advance. He had already prepared some of his strength to use his sword, and some of his energy to release his energy. Every time he used the sword, every move was perfect. Everyone could
No one can be helped.
If Ji Zhe, who was far away, could get closer to watch the battle, he would definitely say that a good job would be rewarded!
With this single-handed fight against Tu Wanfang, Mo Shang's status in the world will be much higher in the hearts of everyone in the future.
When Mo Shang shouldered the burden of facing the devil alone, no one was idle. In addition to occasionally observing the battle situation here, everyone stepped up their efforts to kill the members of the Red Sect Alliance in order to eradicate these obstructive people first.
, I should be more confident that we can work together to slay the demons.
To put it simply, there are only three problems facing the Zhongzhou Jianghu people.
Tu Wanfang, Hongshang and 800 members of the Red Sect Alliance.
After causing trouble several times, Hongshang fell into Wudang. Encircled by the Emei Sword Formation and the Remaining Quelin Bronze Man Formation, Hongshang was cut off from responding to Tu Wanfang.
This was one of the reasons why Tu Wanfang just squatted down to eat.
There are only more than 300 members of the Eight Hundred Red Sect Alliance, and although there are only more than 200 people left in the Zhongzhou Wulin, the situation is already quite optimistic.
However, after all, Mo Shang was a human being and not a demon. After trying his best to kill Wan Fang for nearly a stick of incense, Mo Shang finally showed signs of fatigue.
No one knew that Mo Shang's clothes were soaked with cold sweat, but they could already see two lines of blood and tears streaming from his eyes!
"Leader, take a moment and leave it to me to wait!"