Thunder Martial

The golden fist collided with the prickly fingertips and burst into shock. A circular wave of visible air poured around the area, and the crowd retreated.

Between the fierce surges of power, the immense fingers slowly began to bend.

He used to have a faint face, a face that was holding the ticket, but when the opponent felt the powerful force that appeared on the other party's fist, his face immediately changed.

It was too late when he realized it wasn't good enough to recycle his fingers. Purple fists like crushing and pulling decay, directly bending each other's fingers, and bent fingers directly clicking under the force, were actually broken by birth.

Purple punch broke each other's fingers and punched each other in the fist. After a loud noise, Mo Xiang's body was shot out.

This fly is more than ten meters long, but not heavily traumatized to any degree, but a finger shrugged like boneless, gloomy and distorted.

He had previously slashed each other with one finger, and now he is well, broken by a blow to the finger.

The other barbarians around have already been stunned. The outsiders call themselves extremely powerful beings, but today, they are at the mercy of this barbarian.

The purple fist closed, the surrounding golden light converged, and the power hidden away. He looked ahead and said: “You shouldn't even have the first level of strength. You can actually block me from the fifth level of strength. The outsiders are truly famous. ”

There were no injuries to Level 1 or Level 5, and Purple Blossom is obviously a sincere exclamation. But that's not what people hear in their ears, and it sounds more like a downfall. Mo Shenbeng's face turned gloomy, and it became gloomy because of purple words.

But without waiting for him to talk, he continued to say harsh words. "I blocked your finger. Even if today's events were uncovered, so many people could testify. Though there are reasons for your slight enemies, I am still alive. I believe outsiders are more credible. ”

Purple Hearing is a lot, as an outsider, Mu Shen is wearing such a big hat, naturally cannot continue to seek purple trouble. At least now, in front of so many people, we can't find purple trouble.

Mo Shan's face slowly converged, his eyes despaired of this not stupid even very smooth barbarian, it seems that today's blame is on him, but he did not want to.

“I've learned all about barbarism. I have to find the fruit of strength, so I won't bother you.” When Zijuan finishes, he leaves with a barbarian tiger.

His face was a little hesitant before, but after hearing Purple's words, he made up his mind and made his own calculations, snorted slightly. And his face quickly faded.

As for the previous broken finger, it also improved rapidly under the constant hydration of the force.

“This friend, don't you know which tribe you belong to?” Watching Purple leave, the head of the Mu suddenly asked.

Zijuan turned his head and looked at the head of the Mu clan, with a deep smile on his face. “Wu clan! ”

The head of the Mu people nodded and stopped talking, but thought again, deeply remembering the tribe. After turning around, Purple also signaled the departure of the brute tiger.

Suddenly there was an extremely noisy noise coming from afar, and then seven or eight barbarians rushed this way at great speed, and as they flew, they shouted continuously.

“That's him, the one who killed us Moors! ”

“Fucking guy, stop right there! ”

“Boy on a tiger, stop! ”

The people came from the Mo ethnic group and there were eight of them, except six were level 5 fighters and two were level 6 fighters.

They had previously split up into two dials, and the six of them took off faster, and did not expect to eat a huge loss. So they rendezvoused with the level six fighters and were ready to recover the scene.

“The chief, that's him, that guy's barbarian tiger, killed Murray at once.” On the way, a barbarian shouted loudly at Purple.

Purple had stopped, looking at the arriving Mo people, and their pale faces slowly became gloomy. Looks like it's not a good day to travel, there's always trouble coming to the door.

The Moors came and the two Lv6 fighters walked forward, and the one who belonged to the leader had a clear accident on the face after seeing the Moors. He nodded to the head of the Mu clan, apparently even after saying hello. And then his eyes fell on the outsider, and there was a bit of curiosity and consternation in his eyes, but he didn't stop much, and his eyes fell on the purple.

Purple looks younger, taller and lower than adult barbarians, and is considered a young barbarian.

“Brother Wood, I'll take care of some things. I'll talk to you later.” As he passed by the Mu leader, the Mu leader held his fist and opened his mouth.

The Mu leader nodded without saying much. Only after the Moxican barbarians walked by, his divine colour became strange.

It's not just him. At this moment, the other barbarians around saw that these eight people were looking for the barbarians riding the barbarian tiger. They all had strange expressions on their faces.

Even the mighty Mu and the outsiders ate the dark loss in each other's hands, and they wondered how the Mos could recover the scene. Just two Level Six barbarians? But don't forget, there is also a Grade 6 Barbarian Tiger.

The eight Moxicans did not stop, walked directly toward the purple beast, and there were no blind people on the way out to demand the blood of the brute beast. And the eight barbarians were confident, so they didn't notice the weird faces behind them, either, straight ahead.

As he moved forward, the leader of the Mo clan swept his gaze toward the purple tree and asked: "Is that you killed Murray? ”

“It's me. What do you want?” Look at each other indifferently.

“It is the next generation who will be fearful and so arrogant in killing people!” The cold light flashed in the eyes of the Mo leaders.

Eight of them on one side, two 6th level fighters, six 5th level fighters, even if each animal across the street is 6th level, they can handle it. Even if it can't be dealt with, it can at least be in an unbeatable position.

It was with this in mind that the Moors were ready to come back and find the scene.

Just in the talking room, eight people have dispersed, the leader of the Mo clan is opposed to Purple, and the other seven are on the side, ready to attack the Barbarian tiger.

Purple's voice was colder: “Are you looking for trouble? ”

The Mo leader corrected correctly: “I'm here to talk! ”

“All right then!” Purple nodded, then jumped off the back of the barbarian tiger and looked at the barbarian tiger and said: “See, he's already assigned, I'll hit one, you hit seven. ”

The barbarian tiger growled and seemed extremely dissatisfied with the distribution.

“Come on, let's get this over with. It's like watching a monkey show, don't you think?” Some of the purple words are intolerant.

This is so ignored that the Mo people are furious, especially the Mo leaders, and the shouts are even louder, prompting people to start a war.

But he hasn't shouted yet, and Purple has moved. Just as just now, purple step forward, surrounded by golden light, fusion barbarism reproduced, terrible fist surge.

On the other side, the Barbarian Tiger was also the only level six warrior to have plunged into seven men.

The battle took place momentarily, and one of the two battles was over at a time when some heartfelt barbarians speculated on how long the Moors could last.

Only the Mo leader was hit by a purple punch in the chin, and the powerful force directly hit each other. On the way back, there were also several large teeth mixed with fresh ~ blood sprayed from each other's mouth.

The scene is very similar to the previous one, the only difference being that Purple Hill was a level 5 warrior who had previously struck like this, and now a level 6 warrior.

Level 5 is one strike short of level 6, but under the purple punch, it doesn't seem to make much difference.

The battle on the purple side is almost over. The other side of the barbarian tiger is also doing its best. One blow shook off the 6th level warrior, then under the tiger claw, the other six 5th level warriors were also beaten one by one.

On the way to the shooting, two people were killed directly by brute tigers because their strength was too weak.

This is the difference in rank. For Purple, rank never means strength, because he has the perfect body. But for other barbarians, rank is strength.

Class 6 barbarians slaughtered ordinary Class 5 barbarians, which has no problem, let alone barbarians are not ordinary barbarians. It is a savage tiger who swallows the fruit of monkeys and refines the blood of the ancient beasts.

The battle starts so fast, it ends so fast. Most of the people around them were still in shock and didn't react. Purple had sat on the back of the barbarian tiger, and when they left, they said to a horrified Mo leader: “Are you satisfied with this statement? ”

After that, without waiting for the reply of the leader of the Mo tribe, the barbaric tiger had lifted away and left behind a group of people who were stuck.

“Interesting little guy, but only five levels of strength, even extraordinary. ”

At a time when everyone was shaking the power of purple, the corner of the mouth of the outsider revealed a slight smile.

The Mu leader sighed, "Looks like we're all set. This hasn't gone to the cloudy mountains yet, so we found an alternative. It seems that this battle for the seizure of the fruits of power is not something that ordinary people like us can participate in. ”

After a few words of comfort to the Moorish leader, the Moorish departed. Before leaving, the outsiders were the first to fly in the air.

As he flew to the top of his purple head, he suddenly stopped and said to the purple belly: "Little fellow, I hope you come back alive! ”

Purple raised his head and looked down. "I also wish you more strength fruit! ”

Mo snorted and accelerated his departure, so he did not hear what was said behind the purple clay.

Shortly after the journey, Purple saw the three Black Cliffs, nodded at the three, and the one traveled again.

In the team of robbing power fruit, there is not only an outsider, but also a powerful barbarian, which deprives the Mo people of their confidence.

But the fruit of power had not appeared for 10,000 years, and once it had been obtained, a level six warrior was reproduced in the tribe, and after biting their teeth, they continued to go forward.

Less than half the way, Purple rushes overnight to the Cloud Mist Mountains.