Chapter 780: Punch

A breeze, a golden light.
Wu Tie and Qing Feng rushed over the volcanic island.
Looking at the white lotus temple disciples standing on the top of the volcano, Wu Ting was silent, and the five elements behind him rose into the sky, turning into a large hand with a wide circle and a colorful overflow of colored glass. The sound of '嘭' was repeated. under.
After the integration of the three three corpses and the new respect, Wu Tie’s mana soared, and the speed of this master’s hand was amazing. The air swayed, the void was distorted, and the Wu Tie stood at a hundred miles, and the big hand just pressed the finger to the volcanic island.
Bai Wu Yang Tian shouted, and his head was full of arrogance and arrogance, turned into a huge fist, and slammed into the big hand of Wu Xing Wu Xing Shenguang.
In the arrogance of Baiwu, there is a Jin Ge iron horse, a glacial desert, and there is a and defensive war.
In the midst of it, Wu Tie heard the roar of countless male soldiers.
‘French wolf’ 胥’...
‘Hundred Wars and Sunder Arms’...
‘Directly Huanglong’...
One after another firm and unwavering will emerge from the fists of Bai Wu Haoran's righteousness. Finally, Bai Wu's righteous fist almost burned, like a retrograde meteor, and smashed into the hands of five colors.
A loud noise, the seawater within a hundred miles of the volcanic island evaporated completely, revealing the rugged seabed below the sea.
Bai Wu’s body swayed, and his righteous fist stagnate at a height of a thousand feet, and the dead and the dead against the giant palm of the witch iron. The position where the fist and palm touch, countless colorful lights spurt and scream, making a dull bang.
Wu Tie's body is bulging, and through the translucent multicolored giant hand, Wu Tie is staring at Bai Wu.
Bai Wu also stared at Wu Tie, and he shouted: "Well... I can't think of it. In this country of barbarism, there are still masters of you. You, at least, enter the Tao with the law of one hundred gates?"
Before the Wu Tie only relied on the extreme environment of the nine-day supervised Xuan Ming big array, the Xuan Ming Avenue was deducted to the extreme tenth of God's Ming Dynasty.
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A true Buddha relic, let Wu Tie directly deduct the law of 108 Road Avenue to the extreme of the Ten Heavens of God. At the same time as the law of this hundred and eight roads, there are more than three thousand side gates.
At this moment, the repair of Wu Tie is placed in the Sui Dynasty, which is a one-on-one ‘Wang Shen’ level.
If not, Baiwu is a contemporary martial art of Bailian Palace. It is the power of Bailian Palace. Together with the family behind Baiwu, it consumes a lot of resources. He is immersed in the one hundred and eighty avenues. In the words of the gods, he has been smashed into a bolognese by Wu Tie.
Bai Wu is the cultivation of the Ten Heavens of God's Ming dynasty. He enters the road with the rule of 180 avenues, supplemented by nearly a thousand gates.
Wu Tie is based on the addition of Xuan Ming Avenue, the law of more than one hundred avenues of the road... It is supplemented by three thousand doors and the left side of the road, plus the "Yuan Shi Jing" of Wu Tie's cultivation, which is very solid in terms of its heritage.
Therefore, although Wu Tie suffered a lot of losses in the power of the Avenue Law, but with the power of the side door and the solid foundation of the "Yuan Shi Jing", Wu Tie just played a tie with Bai Wu.
The fist of Zhengqi and the five elements of the palm of the hand are so deadlocked in the air, no matter what, no one can help.
The breeze brows a pick, can not help but applaud: "Dangtang Bailian Palace's contemporary Wuquxing, huh, huh... Laowu, you are at least three thousand years old? You know, Wu Wang, his grandfather this year?"
"Wu Wang is only a hundred years old, you are actually pressed by Wu Wang underneath... Hey, yes, this scene has to be preserved, so that everyone in the world knows that the Wuquxing of Bailian Palace is the barbaric of the barbaric country in their mouth. Jun is pressing!"
The breeze said so, and it did the same. He escaped a crystal ball of the size of a human head, and it was engraved with the scene of the deadlock of Wu Tie and Bai Wu.
Seeing the breeze doing this, Bai Wen snorted, and a three-foot-long jasper ring in his sleeve flew out. The ‘唰’ moment was instantly moved to the breeze, and the face of the skull hit the breeze.
"Naughty, the fight!" Bai Wen sneered: "I am the name of the white lotus palace, is your breeze also free to filthy?"
This ruler has great power, and the galloping has rapidly turned into thousands of afterimages. Each of the afterimages is a physical entity, and it is like a storm to the breeze.
The breeze has already completed the engraving work. He smiled happily, his hands suddenly appeared white light, and the understatement was taken to the ruler.
In the sound of ‘嗡嗡’, the shadows of the squad are constantly dissipating. The effort of a finger, the sapphire ruler is like a grass snake that has been pulled out of the bones. The soft collapse falls in the hands of the breeze.
Qinglian Guan Wanhua, the Wanhua Sutra, was made very hard. This sapphire ruler of Bai Wen is also a ‘古宝’, but it is resolved by the breeze.
"Thank you, thank you..." The breeze smiled and his eyes narrowed. He kept nodding to Bai Wen: "White, you know, my breeze is a famous thief who doesn't go empty, this baby, it belongs to me...hehe! You Doesn't the Bailian Palace's big business have a big rule?"
Bai Wen's face is slightly white.
Just now he saw that the breeze had to record the scene of the stalemate of Bai Wu and Wu Tie, and suddenly he was in a hurry.
Baiwu is a contemporary martial art of Bailian Palace. In other words, he is the general manager of the white house of Bailian Palace. Once the white lotus palace disciple leaves the mountain gate to walk the world, everything is handled by Baiwu.
Bai Wu’s identity, status, and the network of contacts and powers are much stronger than those of the Sui Dynasty. Even in the court, Bai Wu is a sword and he is not a god. Worship identity.
In the status of Bai Wu, he was actually stabbed by the hard work of Wu Tie. What a shameful thing?
In anxious, Bai Wen shot toward the breeze.
At that moment, he completely forgot the strangeness and rogue of the catastrophe.
He even forgot the bad temper of the scent of the scent of the breeze. This is the baby that is delivered to the door. It is like a meat bun to beat a dog, and there is no return.
Bai Wen was angry and angry, and after a white skin, it suddenly became red.
He jerked his head up and screamed: "The sage cloud, away from the ghosts!"
Behind Bai Wen, dozens of Bailiangong disciples squatted at the same time, and then with a white text issued a sigh of resentment: "The demon outside, fast avoidance."
A burst of sound, there is no light and shadow floating, the void is also light and cloudless, without any changes in the heavens.
But this loud drink, but directly let the breeze look white, 'wow' a blood spurting out of the distance, the body swayed, squatting on the footsteps and withdrawing from the tens of steps, each step can exit a dozen miles away .
Taking a deep breath, the sky was turned into a visible stream of light and swallowed by the breeze.
This breath lasted for a total of seven or eight breaths of normal people. The breeze screamed and said: "Well, you don't want to face, don't blame the poor roads and swear.... scared, so many of you join hands... when the road is poor Is there no way for you?"
The breeze raised his hands, and Bai Wen shouted like a big enemy: "Alert, be careful that this bull nose is the most sultry, the blackest."
The breeze snorted, and in his sleeve, five short swords, which were made of five kinds of materials, gold, silver, copper, iron and jade, flew out. Five short-handed short swords swayed, and suddenly the world suddenly became dark.
Within a thousand miles, I saw only a sword and a sky, and then the sky was full of swords.
Heaven and earth are the best in the sword field. Countless swords are like rainstorms, with wind, rain, thunder, pine sounds, flowing water, insects, and wild beasts... In short, tens of millions of forests With the sword rain, the sounds of nature in the natural world fell to the white-collar disciples of Bai Wen and so on.
In addition to the white, white deer, white crane, white pelicans and other five or six to be the strongest white lotus palace disciples, the other hundred Bailian Palace male and female disciples also showed a faint smile.
They were fascinated by the natural scorpion brought by this sword rain.
They seem to be listening to the sound of the soul that has been passed down from past lives to the present, and the whole person is intoxicated. Their hearts are hollow and clean, and all thoughts have completely disappeared.
They forgot who their name was, forgot where they were and forgot all the information about themselves. They just squatted with a smile and listened to the incredible sound of the heavenly voice in Jian Yu.
Wu iron sighed with a low voice, and a flash of light flashed on him, and the Haidao people slammed out of him.
"Daoyou, please look at the Baozhu." The Haidao people screamed at Baiwu, and then one hundred and eight sacred pearls turned into countless shimmering jewels, with the heavy pressure of a small world.
Bai Wu is in a stalemate with Wu Tie. He once thought that Wu Tie actually had such a means of gasification and sanqing.
In the distance, the breeze is amazed: "A gasification of Sanqing... Baiwu, you will be unlucky to see the poor road... Haha, you are a group of hypocrites, fake scholars, and also teach me the highest law of the door!"
'砰砰砰砰', it’s like seven or eight naughty bear children carrying a wooden stick to encircle an innocent big fat pig. Bai Wu simply couldn’t take precautions. He couldn’t think of it. The flying speed of the Bohai Pearl is so fast. The strength of a sea of ​​pearls is so huge.
His body trembled fiercely, and in an instant, Bohai Shenzhu hit him hundreds of times.
Every time it is heavy and abnormal, every blow is painful. Rao is Baiwu's law of the 180-passenger avenue. His body has been tempered by the avenue of the road. It has been so incredibly strong that it can't resist the power of the of the sea.
The bones in his body made a shrill crack, and at least he had at least a hundred bones broken by the sea beads.
In particular, his two knees were repeatedly hit by the sea bead. He couldn't help but fall to the ground with his own '咚'. For a time, Bai Wu's face was pale as paper, and then became a purple, hard to be It’s almost mad.
"Out!" Bai Wu screamed, and he shouted: "filial piety, loyalty, loyalty, faith, courtesy, righteousness, honesty, shame... eight ends!"
Bai Wu's eyebrows are bright, a simple shape, square and square, without the slightest flash of light, not even any radiance, it is so simple and heavy, so a faint piece of flying flies out.
On the platform, from top to bottom, some people used extremely neat, golden hook iron paintings to be extremely powerful and powerful, and the extremely sturdy writings of the wind, wrote the words 'filial piety, loyalty, loyalty and honesty'.
This piece of the square, which is just a foot in the square, is suspended in front of Baiwu. One hundred and eight sea gods are falling, but they are bounced out of the air at a distance of one foot away from Baiwu.
In the void, the voices of countless people have come.
They read these eight words over and over again, and finally turned into a vast sound sea, forcing the Bohai Pearl to retreat.
On the apex, a thick force was injected into the body of Baiwu. Bai Wu’s broken bones healed quickly, and within a short breath, he stood up again. He looked at Wu Tie proudly and shouted: "If you have thousands of means, countless spiritual treasures... I am not dead, the spirit is forever, what Lingbao can win my human heritage?"
Wu Tie could not help but shake his head and said: "Good baby, good baby, this kind of air transport, this weather...ha, ha, ha, ridiculous, ridiculous, filial piety, loyalty and shame... you guys in white - miscellaneous - broken , arbitrarily plundering - good family - woman, this is your ethics and shame?"
"For the righteousness, informality!" Bai Wu shouted: "You can understand, my white lotus palace heart, tolerance?"
Wu Tie shut up.
In the database of the old iron heritage, some negative information about the group of ‘readers’ has emerged.
Wu Tie suddenly understood that he could not beat Bai Wu in his tongue.
and so……
Wu Tie clenched his fist: "You have the civilization of your pen and ink... I have the barbarism advocated by Lao Tzu's fist."
The hands of Wu Tie also suddenly spewed out the white light. When Wanhua’s robbing hand came out, Wu Tie’s hands slammed down, and he heard a loud noise. The hurricane overflowed, and the bang of the martial arts punched by Bai Wu smashed.
Wu Tie's five elements of the gods slammed down, the hurricane whistling, the five elements of the gods quickly narrowed to one foot square, heavily photographed on the eight-end squat.
The eight-end crepe does not move, but the five elements of the gods are broken.
The ‘humanity inheritance treasure’ in Bai Wukou’s power is incredibly powerful. A little slower than the drive, it is so strong that people are speechless.
Bai Wu looked at the iron palm's palm and exclaimed: "Wanhua robbing hands... Qinglian view of the Wanhua thief!"
The voice did not fall, and the entire volcanic island was shrouded in a terrible figure.
Witch iron burns all the mana, his body suddenly expands, and the index expands to 36,000 feet.
"Pangu Jing"... For the time being, Wu Tie has a part of the power of Pangu. The stronger the cultivation, the stronger the Panguwei possession. With Wu Tie’s current cultivation, after his performance of Pan Gu Jing, how much has his mana increased by a thousand times?
After Wu Tie's body, the five colors of the gods rolled, and the next volume, the eight-ended squat slowly, and the hard-won life was involved in the unpredictable land.
Wu Tie clenched his right fist and punched down the volcanic island below.
A loud noise, Bai Wen, Bai Wu, a hundred-year-old Bailian Gong disciple vomited blood.
The volcanic island was instantly vaporized and turned into nothing. There were a few hundred miles of punches on the bottom of the sea. Bai Wen and other white lotus temple disciples were all pressed to the deepest part of the boxing, and one did not know how to live and die.
The countless sword rains produced by the breeze were also affected by the terrible punch of Wu Tie.
The sky is raining, the breeze 'wow' is a blood spurting out, and then staring at the witch iron like a ghost, the hysterical screams: "No reason, the poor road is higher than you, how is your Pan Guzhen Is it more than three times higher than the poor road?"
Wu Wu did not speak, just staring at the white lotus palace disciples who were beaten and broken.
"Return the phoenix, otherwise... the martial arts of the Wu Kingdom will let you understand what is called human purgatory!"