Chapter 2091: Beat God Wuji

Kick!
The volley tears and comes through!
At this moment, there was a very close contact between the soles of the feet and Shen Wuji's face, which also caused Shen Wuji to have no chance to react, so he snorted, and the whole person flew out.
After flying for tens of meters, he fell to the ground!
The hall was shaking and being hit by Shen Wuji's body, causing countless precious items around him to fall and crash.
And Shen Wuji was extremely embarrassed. Under this blow, the whole person was kicked, and it took a few breaths before he could react.
Raising his head, Shen Wuji was still a little confused, feeling that none of this was true.
Is it a dream!
He is now in this divine hiding place, in his Promise Palace, and it seems that he was kicked over. Not to mention this move in his current palace, even in the age of Shen Wuji's childhood, it never happened.
Born on the road of divine hiding, he was born with blood against the heavens, born strong, and destined to become sacred. Later, he sang all the way, and finally was appreciated by the elders of the gods. Supreme Tibetan Lord.
For so many years, who has heard the three words "Shen Wuji" not bowing down, and how many years have countless strong men not trembling when facing him?
Who dares to give him a head and kick is still in this Promise Palace, the three holy places of the Divine Hidden Road!
So between this moment, Shen Wuji even felt that he had hallucinations and stood up, but the hot pain came again. Shen Wuji touched his nose again, only to realize that his basin was somewhat It has collapsed, and the nosebleeds are constantly falling, dripping on the yellow robe.
"Why, let me kick into this virtue with one kick!"
A voice completely broke Shen Wuji's confusion, causing him to shrink his pupils. When he looked at it suddenly, he discovered that there is already an extra human factor in the main hall of the Promise Palace.
His body is slender, dressed in a blue shirt, standing in place, with a familiar face looking at him, with a cold and sarcasm smile. He is extremely familiar with this face, Shen Wuji, and it has been his past few days. Thinking back and forth, the face that wanted to smash his body completely overlapped, there is no doubt that this person is... Meng Fan!
The latter has actually appeared, is still alive, and is standing in this divine hideout!
Facing this scene, even if it was God Promise, he couldn’t believe it at all. He took a deep breath, and his thoughts revolved, breaking through all the illusions, but found that the reality is like this. Meng Fan is right in front of his eyes, right here. In the Promise Palace!
And before that, he hit the door, sneaked on himself, and volleyed himself with a big kick on his face.
After finally confirming this, Shen Wuji also screamed up to the sky at this moment, and roared, even though he was shocked in his heart, he really confirmed it and made Shen Wuji walk away completely.
"Meng Fan, you dare to do this!"
The six words can be said to be squeezed out from the teeth of Shen Wuji, and I don’t know if Meng Fan dares to go to this God’s hidden place, or dare to kick himself, but in any case, Shen Wuji at this moment is looking up to the sky. , Eyes weeping blood.
The level of anger in his heart was only a lot more, even more resentful than Meng Fan at the beginning.
What kind of person is he Shen Wuji, but the majestic God Tibetan owner, swept Chang Tian and massacred the peerless emperor of Liuhe, truly sacred. But now that the enemy is in this own lair, panting on his face, this shame is probably going to be remembered by God Wuji for a lifetime.
At this moment, Shen Wuji was going crazy, and I had to admit that he was made out by Meng Fan for the first time in this life, such as the first time he was kicked in the face by someone, and the first time he was chased by the enemy to his own nest. Middle.....
After a while, Shen Wuji had already ignored him, roared, and his whole body moved instantly, facing Meng Fan with a punch!
Fist out, shake the world!
At this moment, Shen Wuji had already recovered some strength, even though it was so injured, but because of the hidden secrets of God, Shen Wuji had recovered a lot. Under his punch, he shook the mountains and rivers and suppressed everything, but unfortunately, the opponent he encountered now was Meng Fan in his heyday, and Shen Wuji was no longer in his heyday.
The comparison of strength between the two sides changed suddenly.
At this moment, Meng Fan also stepped out, the emperor fist fell, shaking the mountains and rivers!
Bang!
The void hit, the hall shattered. At this moment, Shen Wuji's fist collided with Meng Fan's power, and he felt that the whole world was falling apart. The collision of absolute forces caused endless damage, but no one could say Clear.
Even though the Wuji Palace here is the palace of Shen Wuji, which has endless defenses, at this moment, it is also broken through and caused by the force of the impact, causing the surrounding pieces to shatter.
In the midst of the smoke and dust, Shen Wuji's body exploded backwards, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and finally a trace of panic and anger flashed through his eyes.
At this moment, he has forgotten that even if he recovers his body and repairs his injuries, it is not enough to fight against a figure like Meng Fan. The latter not only recovered from his injuries faster than him, but also seemed to have once again improved his strength. At this moment, he was not Meng Fan's opponent at all.
With just one punch, Shen Wuji suffered a strong impact in his body, and the old wounds recurred, pulling the heyday, making Shen Wuji also forced to retreat backwards.
But at the moment he stepped back, a figure had arrived, without any hesitation, his five fingers came in the air like electricity, and Meng Fan waved his hand, it was how a big mouth came. With just a bang, Meng Fan's five fingers once again made a very close contact with Shen Wuji's face.
A generation of peerless powerhouses, Shen Wuji, the master of the gods, was just like Meng Fan's big flying feet, and then was pulled firmly on his face by a big mouth. After a moment, Shen Wuji was also in harmony. It doesn't make a difference for ordinary people to have a big mouth, the whole person fell to the ground, blood flew, and was knocked over by Meng Fan.
A flying kick, a big slap in the face!
At this point, Shen Wuji had the desire to commit suicide at this moment. He thought that all of this was a dream, and then it was broken, but from this moment, Shen Wuji really wanted all of this to be false, which is a dream. .
But the reality is very cruel. That kind of fierce pain hits, and Shen Wuji finally reacted to it after feeling how many teeth had been flew away. All of this is reality. He was sturdy enough to beat Meng Fan. And beating so insultingly!
Whoosh!
Regardless of how anger and shame God Wuji was at this moment, the sound of breaking through the sky struck, Meng Fan was never used to the enemy, and he once again kicked it, facing the face of God Wuji. Step on it.
Nima, come!
Now, even though Shen Wuji was shocked and fearful in his heart, his reaction at this moment was extraordinary. After all, he was a powerful man. In just a moment, before the soles of Meng Fan's feet fell, he spit out a word in his mouth. Whispers.
"God hides, kills out!"
Between the six characters, each one triggers a correspondence between the surrounding world and the earth. At the moment when Shen Wuji finished speaking, the entire God hiding space suddenly seemed alive. At the same time, Meng Fan felt that he was being The strength is the same, giving him a strong sense of crisis.
Bang!
One of his feet fell, not stepping on Shen Wuji's body, and the soles of Meng Fan's feet collided with a terrifying force.
In just a moment, Meng Fan felt as if he had kicked on the iron plate and hit endless sparks. This power was extremely terrifying, like a tide, completely resisting all Meng Fan’s attack power, and let Shen Wuji got a respite.
God hidden.... Array!
In just a moment, Meng Fan reacted and squinted his eyes, not feeling any surprise.
Undoubtedly, before he came here, he had actually counted it, including the Supreme Daoist, who told him personally that there were not only many masters but also other hidden things in this divine hiding place. means.
A joke, as the three holy places of the road to the hidden, how can there be no means to suppress the stone tablet?
Now what Meng Fan is facing is the power in the sacred space, and the reaction is extremely terrible. Coming from nothingness, it is to resist Meng Fan's blow without moving.
At this moment, Shen Wuji was also breathing, standing firmly in the sky, staring at Meng Fan, hair flying, blood dripping from his face, and his face was even more red and swollen, looking at Meng Fan. The look in his eyes is simply full of endless hostility and murder,
"Meng Fan... I want your life, I want your life, I want your life!"
One sentence, repeat three times, because Shen Wuji at this moment is already incoherent, and he is so angry that he can't say what he wants to say. There is only one sentence to interpret his own voice, violent and indifferent. .
But for Meng Fan, he didn't care at all. He faced Shen Wuji's gaze and said calmly,
"My life is here, but before you want it, I want to take you away first. I don't know... what do you think?"
An extremely calm response, but after a moment, with the corpse mountain and the sea of ​​blood, piercing all the power, at this moment Meng Fan is the real crazy demon.
Sad and speechless. Meng Fan had never liked to say one more word when killing people. In his heart, he had already fully remembered the blood debt of God Wuji in his heart.
Wu Hai and his party, their belongings were taken, they were chased and killed, and almost died. It was the death of Qing'er's grandfather...
Wait for all of this, are deeply engraved in Meng Fan's mind, dare not forget, not to forget!
There was not a single word he had said about Qing'er and his grandfather that Meng Fan wanted to do. His promise was to penetrate the nine heavens and ten places and do it. This is Meng Fan. Fan, this is Meng Fan's style.
No matter what you do, at the end of the world, I'm alone.....fight over, how!