The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

One punch!

Just one punch will blow the blind eye of a master around Wu Li. This strength is enough to impress everyone in the place.

He had some reservations earlier when he was fighting with the slaughterhouse, and the confrontation between the two had no results, and Wen Wei forcibly stopped them.

Now, seeing the black robe boy punch his extraordinary sword Wang Lei out, naturally gives him a new understanding.

The slaughter heart finally stopped flipping the book and swept his gaze towards the black robe teenager's hand, eventually landing on his calm and indulgent face, his eyes weird.

He knew that he was too careless. If Wen Wei Wei hadn't stood in the way of himself in time, he would have suffered a great loss in front of this seemingly weak and windless man.

Qin Han was also surprised by his face. He stared at the young man in the black robe and muttered: "I can't believe how powerful he is. ”

Wen Wei Wei was only briefly shocked, then he giggled and grabbed the black robe teenager's sleeve with his hand. He said softly: "Son Song Ma should be really powerful, so that the weakness will melt his heart. ”

The black robe teenager lifted his arm and tried to pull his sleeve out of Wen Wei's hand, but he tried several times without success.

Wen weak blinked his innocent eyes and looked at the black boy with pity and said, “Does Lord Yanma hate weakness so much? Didn't we just agree to step on Kunlun to find the shrine? ”

“Miss Wen, please take your weight. ”

“Why don't I weigh myself down?” Wen Weiwen's weak face complained: “The slave family just liked it, so they couldn't help but want to get closer. It's not like Sonoma has any skin affinity. Why does Sonoma have such weak accusations? ”

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Wu Li looked up at the sky and waited a while before seeing his auxiliary sword Wang Lei fall out of that cave. Seems to have been a bit harsh.

His eyes stared fiercely at the black robe teenager and laughed. He said: "No wonder you dare to act so arrogantly. Emotions have a certain strength in bullying you. ----Since you do not speak of affection, you hurt my general. I don't need to talk to you about my country today. ”

“In all honesty, we should do our duty. Why are you being so arrogant? ”

“The Westwind Yan clan, but not the Yan family's fiery fist ----- do you really think Yan Xiangma? ”

“I'll have plenty of stuff. Why kill a chicken with a cow knife? ”

“So good.” Takeshi's eyes narrowed and his body suddenly ran out, pounding towards the shepherd Li in front of him.

X--------

The brown iron sword in his hand turned into a black flood and slashed it against the head of the black robe teenager.

Same trick as just used by Rapid Sword Wang Lei.

Army Split!

This is a daily must-do for senior generals in the army and the best for chopping instantly.

Simple, sharp, dominant.

Very lethal.

Unlike Rapid Sword Wang Lei, Wu is faster to crack.

There were countless phantoms in the air, and when you saw him jump, the sword's blade had reached the top of his head.

The strength of the long sword is even more ferocious.

One sword goes down, and the blade is surrounded by dark curtains, like a black screen.

The sword has condensed into the essence, giving the black robe boy a complete covering.

Strong winds whistle, bowls and chopsticks fly on the table, bang bang bang.

The young man in the black robe had a slight look, and he could clearly feel the pressure of the sword.

And that sword smells bloody. To prove that Wu Xia used this sword to kill many people. When the sword blade was soaked with blood, the taste of blood had entered the sword.

Killing the wild, the smell of this appeared.

It seems that Wu Li, the general himself, was in battle to kill the enemy, unlike the other princes who drank a few noises in the rear and then took away the biggest battle.

Black Robe Junior moved.

Hidden fist in sleeve smashed over again.

This time, his white, thin bone detailing, powerful fingers had turned red, burning the flames of the bear around his fist.

Flaming Fist!

The Flaming Fist of the Westwind Yan Family!

Unlike the true Fist of Fire, the flame of Yan's Fist of Fire is on fire, while the "Fist of Fire" made by the Black Robe Juvenile is on fire.

In other words, use the flesh of the flesh to pay for the fire, and then work outside to condense into open fire.

Boom -------

The red flame crashed into the black sword curtain, and the hissing sounds came, two powerful forces crashing into each other and devouring each other.

Click -------

The Xuan Iron Sword in the hand of Wu Li broke into two pieces.

Black momentum instantly collapsed, and the red flame rushed forward, and the momentum burst into the fissured chest.

“Hmm--------”

Wu Qiao snorted, his body rapidly retreated towards the rear.

The two auxiliaries will jump simultaneously, one left and one right in the middle, protecting him with their own bodies and avoiding letting his body crash against the stone walls of the inn.

Boom!

This is the sound of the two auxiliary generals contacting the spine and stone walls.

The two auxiliaries threw up blood in their mouths, and their bodies slipped down the stone wall, holding on to the cracks and dropping them on the ground.

“Pff---------”

His throat threw up and his mouth bled out simultaneously.

“General.” A group of people came around and looked at the rift with apprehension.

The only middle-aged man on the scene, wearing a clerical robe, quickly came forward with a origami fan and reached behind the rift to replenish the truth by pushing his palace blood.

After counting the breath, Wu Xiao's face finally eased.

Wu Rift's eyes stared fiercely at the black robe teenager and said viciously: “What a swallow pony. The Yan family's fiery fists are truly famous, but are you ignoring one thing? ”

“What's missing?” The young man in the black robe asked in a calm voice. One punch struck Wang Lei of the fast sword, another punch struck the rift from the Dawu royal family to seriously injure him. Otherwise, someone behind him might not be able to climb up. However, it was as if he had done a trivial thing, not at all proud of a teenager.

“Perhaps for him, these are just small scenes.” Wen Wen weakly looked at the look on the face of the black robe teenager and thought in his heart.

“This is Dawu.” Takeshi took the silk scarf handed over by a middle-aged man and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. “If you hurt me, you'll never walk out alive. ”

“I didn't walk out of here easily. ”

“That's funny.” Wu Li opened his mouth to laugh, but he was involved in the inner wounds, hurting straight to the air. The flaming fist just hit his chest, and he absorbed it. Now that the fire group in his chest fell across the river, despite the massage and suppression of Zhang Lingyun, the wisdom book student, still remained in it, it was not able to force it out in a moment and a half.

The crack wiped the spa at the corner of his mouth loose, and the white satin was blown away by the cold wind and swayed towards the outside.

“Kill him.” Wu Li drinks coldly.

“Yes.”

A dozen auxiliaries pulled their swords at the same time and rushed towards the black robe teenager.

Wu Li himself was unwilling, ignoring Zhang Lingyun's obstruction, once again rushed towards the black robe teenager.

This time, he will surely pay a heavy price.

X--------

The green satin dance is like a green serpent hovering over the lobby of an inn.

Wen weak wrist mentioned, the green serpent rushed towards several generals.

The generals had to turn and the sword in their hands cut the green satin.

They knew that the only way to kill a black robe teenager was to kill the woman who was in the way.

“What's wrong? How many bullies do you want? We people can't do such shameless things.” Wen's weak toes flew away, like a flower butterfly, swinging among the swords of several generals. “Third Brother, nerds, help yourselves -------”

The nerd slaughtered to see Wen Wei Wei and the people came together, shook his head gently, reached into his arms again to touch out the simple book, palms on the top of the simple book, and shouted and drank: “Chopped. ”

A ‘chopped’ word floated out and turned into a big black knife.

When his heart stretched out, the knife slashed like a living creature into two warlords who had come forward.

“Be careful, I'll help you. ”

Qin Han drank angrily, reached out and drew, the giant sword behind him automatically came out of the sheath.

He grabbed the giant beasthead blade handle, waved a dozen feet of giant sword and chopped it off against the weak generals who besieged Wen.

Three members of the Dragon Slaughter Squad joined in, and the pressure on the black robe teenager subsided.

He looked up at the previous and successive bursts of martial arts and the middle-aged literary man who stood beside him without a word but rushed past at a critical moment to massage the air for the bursts of martial arts, and his eyes were misty.

Black Robe Junior this time active impact.

His body bounced off, like a huge bouquet of lava sprayed out of a volcano.

He shook his fists in both hands, then one punch to the rift, and the other to the middle-aged man.

The punch that attacked Wushu was white and powerful, like a lightning bolt.

The punch at the middle-aged man was black, bizarre and superior, like a black ghost fire.

“To die.” Once again, the rift intensifies, and the palm shadow that splits out becomes more dense.

“Crazy.” The middle-aged literary man was apparently enraged by the black robe teenager in an enemy position, and the folding fan in his hand was like a giant white blade, shooting fiercely at his head.

The black robe teenager had no fear, his eyes were cold, and his punch did not accelerate, let alone intensify.

He has great confidence in his two fists.

Bang --------

The middle-aged clerk was shot out by the Rift Fist.

The origami fan in his hand came into contact with the black ghost fire and was instantly burned to ashes.

At the same time, his white robe burned and simultaneously turned into dust smoke.

His body had been burned to black charcoal when it hit the beam hard.

Wushu was no better, and his Palm of Extinction came into contact with the white lightning bolt and was hit hard.

“Pff---------”

His chest hurts and his body flies back and forth again.

The black robe boy's body stood in the sky and the palm of the white jade was once again stretched out in the black robe.

He flied out slightly towards the body of Wu Li, and the body of Wu Li flied backwards, again in the direction of the black robe teenager.

Bang --------

The young man in the black robe grabbed his hand and held the fissured neck in his hand.

Wu fissured face like ashes, full of terror, the voice hoarsely shouted: “Do not kill me, do not kill me ----Yan Xiangma, Dawu and Westwind are good friends, I am the fourth son of Dawu Wang Hou Wuzhao, my father's power is still great, Dawu Kingdom is entirely under my father's control, we Wuyan family cannot say that there is still a source ------Yan Xiangma, don't kill me, I will promise you any conditions -------”

“As you just said, no national friendship.” The black robe boy said. His fingers hardened slightly and a black fire burned between his fingers.

In an instant, the body of the rift was ignited.

First the hair, then the armor, then the skin on the face, then the flesh on the body.

Every part of the body is burning, releasing black flames.

When the black robe teenager extended his fingers, his torn body fell to the ground.

Click ---------

It's like a piece of man-made coke, falling on the floor and crumbling.