The seventh chapter seven hundred and seventy-seventh powerful monster!
As Young Master Wei roared.
The entire mountain forest seemed to be shaking, and countless green air currents were swirling and rushing towards the battlefield. Mr. Wei exhaled loudly and sucked in the sea. While fighting crazily, he resisted the attack with his body while absorbing a large amount of elven energy to recover from his injuries.
I am hurting every moment and recovering every moment.
Bang bang bang...
Miao Zhendong took a strong breath and received the seventeen palm attacks. Master Wei was so shocked that his energy and blood surged, and blood flowed from his mouth. The palm weapons of several Supremes around him also continued to fall on him, but he still didn't do anything.
No scruples.
After a hard fight, all the breath that Miao Zhendong had forced himself to use was exhausted, and he could no longer hold on. A flash of bright red suddenly appeared on his face, and he screamed, his entire right arm snapped, and bright red spitted out from his mouth.
His whole body plowed a big furrow on the ground, and he flew out with a loud bang.
Until his back hit a big tree with a "bang" and the castration was terminated, but before Miao Zhendong could recover, the roots of the big tree unexpectedly emerged from the ground automatically, along with the vines nearby.
Wrapping him tightly around him several times.
Miao Zhendong roared loudly, and something almost like a burning flame emitted from himself, surrounding the tree roots and vines and turning into ashes in an instant.
Mr. Wei originally planned to continue the pursuit and kill Miao Zhendong, but unexpectedly, the strong wind sounded behind him, followed by a roar: "Damn it! Damn it."
However, the second worshipper finally arrived. This time, he used all his strength to attack. No more scruples. No matter how scrupulous he was, he would probably end up with the same fate as the great worshipper Miao Zhendong. After all, Mr. Wei's tyrannical strength and his ruthlessness in risking his life.
The strength is really terrible.
Mr. Wei saw the ferocious attack of the two worshipers. He did not take any action. He turned over, did a somersault, and escaped in the air. With a strange flicker in the air, he had reached the trunk of a big tree, and a green light flashed. The branches in the air suddenly grew densely, covering the air.
covering the entire space above everyone's heads.
The second worshipper shouted loudly and blasted out with a palm. The sky above a hundred feet was instantly clear, but Mr. Wei had no trace of him. Only a hoarse laugh came: "Wait to die! Bastards!"
Everyone flew up to the treetops almost at the same time. Looking around, there was no figure in green anywhere.
There was a painful groan from below, and the source was none other than the great worshipper Miao Zhendong.
"It's so powerful!" Miao Zhendong's old face wrinkled into an eggplant, and he said angrily: "I didn't expect this baby to be so fierce, cough cough cough..." As he coughed, he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.
The original intention of his initial retreat from the fight with Mr. Wei was to resolve the huge energy generated by the conflict between the two sides; this is absolutely no surprise for a normal battle, and is most reasonable, even for a ninth-grade supreme master.
After fighting with yourself with all your strength, you also need to retreat and reduce your strength.
Otherwise, you have to use yourself to resist the huge impact caused by the aftermath of the palm force, which will cause internal shock in ten cases. This is no joke. Of course, the supreme master is not easy to be injured. He can be quickly healed from ordinary injuries.
, but this kind of injury caused by a master of the same level cannot be easily healed.
But I never expected that I would encounter such a monster today! A guy who has reached the eighth level of supreme strength, completely disregarding his own safety, and risking his life by raising his hand.
This is really weird.
Not only did he not retreat from the fight with the second worshipper before, but he also had a complete fight with himself that hurt both sides. He even became more and more crazy!
Swords and fists were flowing like rain beside him. Any attack was no joke, but he didn't care at all. He just aimed at himself and slapped twenty palms like crazy! He was knocked down from the air.
, smashing into the ground, it’s not over yet, it keeps hitting until I can’t catch my breath!
Miao Zhendong can guarantee with his own life: this bastard's injuries are definitely more serious than his own, and they are more than twice as heavy!
But he just did it, he did it without any hesitation, and he did it without any scruples!
What makes Miao Zhendong most aggrieved is that I am not the only one who wants to eat you. Are you so unwilling to let go? Do you dare to fight harder?
After carefully examining his injuries, Miao Zhendong became even more angry. His internal organs were severely damaged, and almost all of them showed signs of displacement. His right arm was broken, completely shattered, and almost half disabled. Three of his ribs were broken.
Even breathing out can cause severe pain!
Until now, I still have an uncontrollable urge to vomit blood. What the hell is this?
"It's... it's really beyond the rules of martial arts. There is such a monster..." The great worshiper felt very embarrassed. He didn't know how long ago he was last injured.
"Great worshiper, this is what I think... That thing should be like this if it has this ability..." Another sixth-grade supreme said with a wry smile: "In the final analysis, the other party is a different existence from us... It
But it’s weird.”
"That makes sense." Miao Zhendong felt a little relieved when he heard this, and stood up from the ground with strength. He said that it was pointless to talk about anything else now. The second priest hurriedly came up.
Before, enter the cultivation level to help heal the injury. Of the people present, only two worshippers have this ability. The help of other people is either not enough, or the more they help, the more they become more and more troublesome.
With the departure of the 'spirit', the environment here seems to have returned to normal.
Thinking of the inexplicable battle just now, eighty people came out of the house, but more than half of them were lost in one go! Everyone felt a little heavy in their hearts.
"Everyone, keep moving forward." Miao Zhendong regained some strength, waved his hand, and said: "No need to lose heart, this monster is already seriously injured. My injuries are like this, and his injuries are definitely more serious than mine. The most important thing is
, that guy already hates us to the core. Such aliens are incarnate, narrow-minded, and will retaliate. They will never give up revenge, and his revenge is an opportunity that we can take advantage of. So everyone should cheer up.
, pay attention to the movements around you..."
"Now that the opportunity has come, don't let it slip through your fingers."
"That's what the great worshiper said!"
Everyone said in unison.
What does it mean to die a few people? If you give up, you will gain. If you want to gain, you must give! Without sacrifice, how can there be success? What's more, the guy has been seriously injured, and the injury is more serious than that of the big offering. After all, the big offering can still be saved.
There are two offerings to help heal the wounds, so the spirits won’t find one of the same kind to heal the wounds, right?…
"Brother, I feel a little uneasy in my heart. I always feel that something is wrong about what happened today." The second priest frowned: "Is that... really a spirit?"
The great worshiper turned around: "Huh? Do you have other opinions?"
"I mean, although that person's fighting style is extremely powerful and very different from ordinary people, I always feel... that he is still fighting with me alone, not a monster!" The second worshipper was a little worried: "I feel like...
Tell me, what we have encountered this time is an extremely powerful and difficult enemy... and definitely not... a monster!"
"Hehehe..." The great worshiper laughed. "Second brother, what do you think this guy's cultivation level is?"
"The eighth-grade supreme peak! He will definitely not be weaker than you and me, but when it comes to being stronger than us, he is not necessarily stronger. He is probably between the same." The second worshiper did not think about it at all, and they both had the same understanding of this point.
"Well, let me ask you again, second brother, how many people do you think have such a level of cultivation in the entire continent?" The great worshiper snorted and said: "Who are those people who have such a level of cultivation?
Isn’t it in our information? What else are there that we don’t know about?”
"And the most important thing is, do you know that such a person once existed? A person who has cultivated to the eighth level of supreme needs to gain experience in the world, right? Do you feel familiar with this guy's information at all?
Experience? With such a weird appearance and an almost beast-like hatred, has there ever been such a special type of strong man?"
"No, I don't have any impression, not even close to it."
"That's right, then if he is really a person and not a spirit...then did he fall from the sky? Or did he emerge from the ground?" The great worshiper sneered.
"This..." Ershi was speechless.
"Let's put aside his weird appearance and almost completely disorganized and desperate playing style. Have you noticed another very important thing? When he opens his hands, there is a green patch of green; green everywhere.
, the surrounding flowers and trees are growing rapidly, have you ever seen someone with such a special ability?" The great worshiper snorted: "Even the entire forest can be attacked by him as an army! What kind of 'person' do you think...
Do you have such ability?"
Having said this, the great priest laughed.
The second worshiper nodded: "Brother's words make sense. I'm probably thinking too much!"
The great worshiper chuckled: "Second brother, relax your mind... Or you should imagine more about how much benefit we can get when we capture this baby... Hahaha, think about it!"
…
Mr. Wei, who was seriously injured, quickly escaped into the dense forest. In an instant, he was out for hundreds of miles in a green wave. Only then did he feel at ease to check the injuries on his body. He grinned for a while.
Damn, I’m so frustrated.
I have never seen anything like this, and I have never experienced such an inexplicable battle. Even until now, Mr. Wei has no idea what this group of perverts does? Which force does it belong to?
It was just a ping-pong-pong fight to the death.
Looking at the injuries on his body, Mr. Wei grinned, it hurt.
How cruel.
In the brief moment of fighting just now, I was only focused on chasing down the perverted leader, and completely ignored the attacks of others. When I checked now, it was really shocking. I was lucky that I didn't risk my life just now.
There are more than three hundred palms, more than one hundred feet, seventy or eighty fingers, and a dozen or twenty or thirty swords. I believe that the legendary "hundred palms" and "thousands of cuts" are just that.
.
If he hadn't triggered the power of the forest to recover at any time, I'm afraid he would have fallen down by now.
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Chapter 5!
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