Chapter 667: Kill Wang Zhongbo

As soon as Wang Zhongbo left the tower of the Devil's Tower, his natural drooping arm suddenly moved, just like a snake snake, and he recovered a few times. He recovered and looked at Wang Wenxuan with a stunned look.
"Hey, you are..." Wang Wenzhao was not only surprised by the momentary recovery of his father's injury, but still wondered why his father could immediately fix his arm and fight, why he would like to directly admit defeat.
"Ling Wei and Yue Xia Nan have to fight for you to die and live, what do we mix." Wang Zhongbo said: "There is still a chance after the Ascension Conference, you don't need to fight with Xihe City for a while..."
"Yeah, originally you still want to find a way to deliberately lose this battle, but the strength of Long Yuxi allows you to remove the steps of acting, so that you have more reason to quit directly."
A figure floated above Wang Zhongbo's group of people in front of him, coldly said, the man wearing a silver helmet, people can not see his appearance.
Not only did the people not see his appearance, but even when he appeared here, no one noticed at all.
"You are the running dog of Yue Xia Nan." Wang Zhongbo's face changed, Shen Sheng.
The helmet man said: "It’s just a collaborator. If you didn’t refuse Yue Xia Nan, you should be like me now. Yue Xia Nan let me kill you directly, but I will give you the last chance to join us. kind."
Wang Zhongbo dismissed: "I refused Yue Xia Nan three times. He told you to kill me directly. Because you don't kill me, I will kill you."
As soon as the voice fell, Wang Zhongbo jumped forward and slammed into the helmet.
"Hey, look for death." The helmet man was cold and cold, and it was also a punch, welcoming Wang Zhongbo's boxing.
Hey...hey...
When the two men got together, the others could hardly see the appearance of the two of them, and they saw only the shadows of the flying madness.
Wang Zhongbo's meat is very strong, and he does not need any magic weapon to kill his opponent. The helmet man's glove is also extraordinary, and Wang Zhongbo's fist is on the top, and it does not fall.
Wang Zhongbo used both hands and feet, and his arms and legs were simultaneously attacked from the direction of the helmet man's back, chest and lower body in several directions.
The helmet man was not afraid at all, a pair of iron fists danced, and the fist shadow flew, posing as a defensive move like a wall.
Wang Zhongbo's fists and ankles are on top of this impenetrable boxing shadow, and they burst out of a group of purple lights, which are very beautiful.
The two men were indifferent, and the battle was quite wonderful. However, the elders of Wang Wenzhao and Dizangmen had already watched the battle, because there were more than a hundred mysterious gods who had surrounded them and killed them.
These mysterious souls are all purple, and the overall strength is not as strong as those of the Tibetans.
In the face of a strong enemy to kill, even if it is not, the people of the Dizang Gate can only choose to fight hard.
However, they know that it is sooner or later to be killed by these mysterious people. Therefore, the elders and elite disciples of the Dizang Gate took the initiative to set up a battle and protected Wang Wenzhao.
"Less head, we cover you, flee." A purple-level elder who has reached the age of two thousand in Dizangmen said to Wang Wenzhao.
Looking at the same door who fought to protect themselves and the father who was caught in the hard battle, Wang Wenzhao finally understood some things.
At the same time, he remembered the situation that his father used to be a waste. He couldn't help but pass a glimpse of the twilight: "If I still let the same door protect me, this life will make me look down on me, oh oh yeah, you will let you today." I know, my children are not waste... Yue Xia Nan, today, even if Wang Wenxi is dead, I have to pay a considerable price."
After thinking about it, Wang Wenzhao took out a blood-red glove and put it on his hand. In an instant, Wang Wenzhao’s figure became a blood red, just like the whole body was bleeding.
"Less head."
"Wang brother."
Looking at this group of red light, the elders and elite disciples of the Tibetan Mastiff face madness.
Wang Wenzhao's "blood shadow hand" is derived from his kind of blood shadow skill. This skill uses the whole body blood to match the power of the soul. Once the power is exerted, the palms of the hands will become a blood red.
Cultivation has reached the realm of Dacheng, not only will the palms turn red, but even the whole body will become red.
Wang Wenzhao did not practice Dacheng's realm at all, but relied on the red glove in his hand to completely mobilize his blood, which gave birth to extremely fierce power.
The entire Tibetans know the horror of this blood-sucking glove. If it is not dangerous at this time, Wang Wenji will definitely not use this blood-sucking glove.
"Death." Wang Wenyu's eyes were red, and he screamed, his palms slammed into the ground.
Booming, countless blood-red blood palms flew from the ground to the sky, squatting on the hundreds of souls.
The soul-souls who were printed on the blood-red palms immediately felt that their blood had become hot and couldn't help but swim quickly.
"The kid's palm print is weird and kills him." When they found out that they were physically different, someone immediately thought of killing Wang Wenzhao to lift the blood movement that made them uncomfortable.
"Haha, come on." Watching the more than a hundred soul-goers bypassing the elders and disciples around them, Wang Wenxi screamed and banged his body out.
Those souls who had just rushed to Wang Wenzhao’s side were sprayed by Wang Wenzhao’s blood, and the blood in the body exploded.
Hey... Hundreds of gods are all blood holes of big and small, and blood spurts from these blood holes like urine, which makes their bodies riddled with holes.
"Damn." These soul screamers screamed again and again, and the elders and elite disciples of the Dizang Gate took the opportunity to quickly wave their iron fists and sway to the gods.
The soul of the soul-stricken teacher who was wounded by Wang Wenzhao’s blood was greatly reduced, and the movements became less rapid.
In the case of a few people besieging one person, in just a few seconds, the elders of Dizangmen killed more than 30 souls.
Although their overall strength is not as good as these spirits, they are all elites in the martial art, and they are the kind of objects that can be arbitrarily murdered.
The remaining 70 or so souls looked at the face, and the raised eyeballs looked at the Tibetans with bloodshot eyes, killing them: "Give us all to die."
Faced with the mad counterattack of these gods, the people of the Dizang Gate are not to be outdone. These Tibetans, who are mainly practicing in the body, have suffered a lot, and all of them are like a rock.
Even Wang Wenzhao’s few heads can kill the enemy and how can they not.
"Booming bang..." A series of fierce self-explosive explosions, a group of purple soul powers skyrocketing, like a nuclear bomb in the afterlife, the entire space of hundreds of thousands of meters of vibration.
A body flew out of the purple light of the group, and those who had just rushed to the sorcerer were killed and died, and the disabled and lost their fighting power.
The helmet man came out with this batch of hands, and thought that he had decided to eat Wang Zhongbo, but he did not expect that Wang Zhongbo’s elders and disciples would fight for the same.
"Wang Zhongbo, your son and the elders in the martial art are dead, you are alive, what do you mean?" Under the circumstance, the helmet man could not help but play psychological tactics, want to distract Wang Zhongbo.
I don’t know, Wang Zhongbo didn’t move at all. Haha laughed:
I’m waiting for the soul of the chain, for the sake of strength and longevity, except for myself, everyone is a passer-by, and what a dead son can be.

Listening to Wang Zhongbo, the helmet man’s eyes could not help but blink. He did not refute, because he is also the same kind of person as Wang Zhongbo, and he strongly agrees with Wang Zhongbo.
It seems that in addition to defeating Wang Zhongbo with strength, there is no other way.
"Do we shoot now?" Zou Tiezhu, who was hiding in the deformed machine, asked the Nangong Yuzhu in another deformed machine.
Just before the two sides, Zou Tiezhu, Long Yao, Long Fei, Long Wu Xing, Long Mo and Nan Gong Yu Zhuo have already arrived at the scene, hiding themselves with the array method.
This batch of deformation armor is quite easy to use, in addition to land and air, it can also avoid mental power scanning, and it is even more protective.
Previously, Nangong Yuzhu thought that Wang Wenzhao was hurting Wu Mei’s enemies, taking into account the feelings of dragon medicine, and did not shoot.
Now Wang Wenzhao is dying in a way that they can't imagine. Nangong Yuzhuo hasn't moved yet. This makes Zou Tiezhu wonder some wonders.
"Iron column, don't worry, these two people have not yet won the game. We have saved Wang Zhongbo now, and he may not be in love." Nangong Yuzhuo explained: "This person is so eager to go to the extreme, if not because he still has I don’t want to save him by using value."
When Zou Tiezhu thought about it, he also listened to Nangong Yuzhuo’s command and did not move. Everyone turned his gaze to the battle between the two.
The two still struggled to win and lose, not in the same league, the chaotic fists and shadows flew around, and everything around the ground was involved, turned into a flying sand.
"Who is the helmet man? How can the boxing skills be so powerful?" Nangong Yu’s brow was locked, and he always felt that this person should be the person they knew.
Wang Zhongbo's physical strength is dominant, and the helmet man relies entirely on his exquisite boxing skills to be able to hold a tie with Wang Zhongbo, which is extremely simple.
The idea of ​​knowing who this person is is getting stronger and stronger in the mind of Nangong Yuzhuo. Subconsciously, Nangong Yuzhuo pointed the muzzle of the deformed mech to the helmet man.
Everyone thought that this was the order of Nangong Yuzhuo, and also followed Nangong Yuzhuo to aim the muzzle of the deformed mech-flying ship at the helmet man, ready to be ready to go.
At this time, Wang Zhongbo and the helmet man suddenly slammed into the other side at the same time, and the figures of the two quickly pulled open.
"Boom him." Found this opportunity, Nangong Yuzhuo immediately ordered, more than a dozen deformation machine guns.
More than a dozen purple cannonballs struck a striking light in the sky, and toward the common goal, the helmet man flew past.
The helmet man had just been separated from Wang Zhongbo, and he was locked by more than a dozen spar guns. The eyes of the pair of masks through the helmet mask finally got a trace of panic.