Chapter 895: One punch

Chapter 895: One-Punch Power
Although the wicked fire on the huge spear has been annihilated by Jin Yan, the spear condensed by dozens of flags is still in its power and can't stop the cast!
If you let this huge spear hit you, you will be smashed into pieces in an instant, leaving no bones!
I saw the blue-shirted man not panic, stretched out his palms, spread his fingers, the mana surged, and grabbed at the spear coming!
boom!
A loud noise.
The world seemed to stand still.
The man in the blue shirt actually punched empty-handed, intercepting a spear that was thicker than his body in the air, and did not retreat!
Wu Yuan's face has become extremely ugly.
The two female Xiu opened their mouths slightly, stared at their eyes, and lost sight for a while.
You know, this is the full blow of Yuan Ying's great monk.
In addition, there are dozens of shots on the banner, many rune fusion power.
Even though Nangong Ling thinks that he is the proud of the world, he has the highest level of combat power. In the face of this attack, he must also avoid its sharp edge and dare not to shake it.
Unexpectedly, this unknown man in the blue shirt threw a flame at his will, and devoured the wicked fire above.
Then, he reached out and intercepted the huge spear again.
Most importantly, this person is nothing but a late Yuan infant.
At this moment, the man in the blue shirt looked at Wu Yuan with a smile and said, "You can also pick me up."
The words did not fall, the man in the blue shirt shook the sleeve of the robe, rolled up the spear in the air, and threw it directly towards the people in Wuyuan!
As soon as the spear was released, it re-transformed into dozens of flags!
Whoo!
The flag was broken and turned into dozens of black awns, making a breathtaking sound.
Wu Yuan and the eight Yuan Zhen Zhenjun behind him looked dismayed, with fear in their eyes!
Dozens of shots came here. Wherever they passed, the ground was tumbling and flying sand and rocks!
Dozens of flags are stabbed at the same time, and the situation is discoloring and terrifying!
Suddenly, Wu Yuan and others seemed to feel that the sky was dim.
In their eyes, they have been filled up by the black mang, which is unavoidable!
"Oh my god!"
Ruxuan opened her rosy little mouth, her eyes were full of unbelievable color, and she murmured, "Is this really a manpower?"
Everyone can see clearly that this guy in the blue shirt just threw it backhand.
There is no magic formula at all, and any secret technique is urged, which is completely an explosion of physical power!
Generally speaking, when the monks have not cultivated to the state of fit, their bodies are relatively weak.
Where has Ruxuan ever seen such a scary physical force!
Not to mention Yuanmen Zhenjun of Zongmen, even if returning to Taoism, I am afraid that this is not enough!
Between waves, the world is changing colors!
In the eyes of Nangong Ling, Tsingtao Man's shot, in addition to the explosive power of horror, there is one more terrible thing!
Accurate trajectory and landing point!
Dozens of flags were not thrown at random.
If you look at it with concentration, the trajectory and landing point of each flag are extremely particular.
Although they are thrown out at the same time, they have different speeds.
Not only did they avoid the three of them perfectly, but they also vaguely blocked the directions and retreats that Wu Yuan and others might have escaped!
If you let Nangong Ling take the shot, you can do it just by observing for a moment.
But like a man in a blue shirt, in the battle, making such a judgment in an instant has exceeded Nangong Ling's imagination!
Is this a coincidence?
If not for coincidence, how accurate this is!
The control and control of this battle situation has reached the point of meticulousness and even amazing!
Everyone's thoughts flickered by, dozens of shots with a banner of killing and destruction, have been stabbed in front of them!
"escape!"
Including Wu Yuan, everyone has only this idea in mind.
Faced with such a terrible attack, everyone has only one way out!
The fast-acting Yuan Ying Zhenjun set off to escape from the spot.
The response is slightly slower and is directly penetrated by the flagpole.
Massive forces poured into their bodies, blasting their bodies apart.
Yuan Ying Zhenjun, who fled and fled at first, had just avoided a banner. Before he was lucky, he felt that his body was penetrated by a sharp object and was in place!
puff! puff! puff!
The flag came, the sky was covered, and the mist was gushing.
Just in a blink of an eye, eight Yuanying Zhenjun have already disappeared!
The Yuanshen Yuanyuan is extremely vulnerable.
Even if some Yuanshen fled from their bodies, they were just exposed to the air, and they were blown away by the murderous forces and evil winds on the battlefield.
The only thing that is still supported is Wuyuan, which is the highest state on the battlefield.
He reacted first, continuously performing his physical skills, and has avoided three flags.
However, the flag has dozens of shots!
He wanted to escape the confines of the banner, it was impossible!
After a while, Wu Yuan realized this.
His eyes flickered, his palms slap on the storage bag, and a black shield was offered.
Wu Yuan bit his tongue and spit out a fine blood.
His face turned pale in a moment.
This monk's essence and blood is the rarest. For decades, hundreds of years of merits are contained in it, and it will not be sacrificed unless it is necessary.
The blood splattered on the black shield, making a 呲 呲 呲 呲 sound.
call!
The black shield swelled quickly, and a dark and cold flame ignited on the surface!
Wu Yuan gritted his teeth, curled his body, and hid behind the black shield.
As soon as these actions are completed, the banner has already arrived, hitting the black shield heavily!
boom!
There was a loud noise in his ear, and Wu Yuan was all out.
Most of the flames on the black shield went out.
Wu Yuan supported the shield's arms, and had lost his numbness.
call!
Wu Yuan Changshu breathed a sigh of relief.
Anyway, it was finally carried down.
"It's not a good time to stay here. Hurry up!"
Wu Yuan flashed this thought, just about to get up, a glance at the corner of his eyes, can not help but scared the soul!
I do not know when the man in the blue shirt who was standing not far had come to him!
They are close at hand!
The man in the blue shirt looked at him with a smile, raised his palm slowly, clenched his fist, and smashed it!
Wu Yuan's mind was blank, too late to react, and once again held up the black shield that was burning with flames, blocking the past.
boom!
It's another loud horror than just now!
The ground is shaking!
All three of Nangong Ling were frightened by this loud noise.
I saw a figure flying directly, rolled out a dozen feet away, lying on the ground, covered with blood and mud, motionless.
Wu Yuan's face was pale, his eyes were dim, and he kept coughing and donating blood, which was unbearable.
The black shield fell to the side, and the dim flame above it had already extinguished.
Click! Click!
Wu Yuan's body, except for the sound of coughing blood, sounded a weird sound, making the scalp explode!
Nangong Ling and others swallowed.
They heard it, it was the sound of a broken bone!
With a punch, the black shield failed to resist.
The power penetrated the shield and shattered all the bones of Wu Yuan!
The power of a punch is so horrible!
The three people of Nangong Ling knew that although Wu Yuan was still sighing, it was over!
(End of this chapter)