"Put the stuff down for me!"

As soon as the roar started, dozens of soul monks were fighting fiercely with each other. Dozens of soul monks came from three groups. At this time, they were fighting together for the treasure, and everyone was fighting for a sacred weapon.

In the thick fog, we couldn't see each other clearly, and we couldn't distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. We just used various weapons to fight randomly. The beatings only resulted in rivers of blood and wails.

A true sect weapon that was being fought over was in the hands of a soul monk who was lying in Qi Jue, and he was unwilling to let go even if he caught it to death. The "book" that Zuo Wuzhou wanted was in the hands of another soul monk who was in Qi Jue.

A martial arts sect threw himself at the weapon like lightning. He passed by several people like the wind, and was held back by these companions. A group of soul monks roared with a ferocious smile, and all of them blasted them past: "Get the fuck out of here!"

Go to hell!”

This Wu Zong vomited a mouthful of blood and spat it out. He was so vicious and so angry that he couldn't even swallow it. He paused.

Another group of soul monks rushed forward and fought fiercely together. The strange thing is that this vast sea of ​​fog not only blocked the spiritual thoughts, but also blocked the transmission of sound. No matter how loud the roar was, it could only be heard.

Just ten feet or so.

At exactly this moment, Wu Zong, who seemed to be at the end of his life at first, actually jumped up. With a clatter of swords, he killed a companion who was blocking his way. He was so happy that he was about to catch this Zhenzong.

It is precisely this grasp that will pass, it is precisely this pair of invisible hands that grasps it!

Wu Zong was shocked and screamed: "Someone wants to steal the treasure secretly!"

They exchanged blows with the hidden person. The Wu Zong was hit in the mouth by a flash of fire, and he was really dead. The hidden soul monk was hit by a blast and was forced to reveal his body. Immediately

He became the target of siege by everyone.

With all his strength, he gave up and the real weapon flew into the air!

A ghostly black shadow appears and seizes this true sect weapon!

The soul monk was so furious that he pointed all his swords at the despicable soul monk: "Hand it over!"

"Sure enough, it's very different." Zuo Wuzhou made a sudden move, and dozens of soul monks blasted at him. Most of them missed. The remaining half hit Zuo Wuzhou's flaming red soul power shield and turned into nothingness.

While looking at these dozens of pairs of eyes, full of seven emotions and six desires, Zuo Wuzhou sighed in his heart: "Cultivation is not about cutting off the seven emotions and six desires, but about controlling one's emotions and six desires. But some people in this county are simply unimaginable."

Zuo Wuzhou carefully observed this true ancestral weapon and felt slightly disappointed: "It's just an ordinary true ancestral weapon. It's actually worthy of these people fighting for it so hard. The living environment of the No. 2 true soul world is indeed ten times worse than that of home."

"After a slight pause, Zuo Wuzhou said coldly: "If you want it, give it to you!"

The Zhenzong weapon flew out of his hand. The group of soul monks were angry and hateful, and continued to fight for it. Zuo Wuzhou ignored him and just strode towards the "book" with a look of unspeakable taste: "

If you continue to cheat your death, you will no longer have the chance to obtain this "book."

The soul monk who seemed to be out of breath did not move. Zuo Wuzhou sighed and bent down. At this moment, the soul monk burst out like a vicious wolf, and punched Zuo Wuzhou with a punch that could not have been stronger. Sure enough,

It's a fake death.

"Unexpectedly, even Wuzong would shamelessly pretend to die. In my hometown, there are probably not many Wuzongs who dare to do this shamelessly." Zuo Wuzhou calmly calmed his shoulders and leaned in.

.Suddenly, the sound of crackling echoed, accompanied by Hu's voice: "Spare your life, don't come back to die again."

This soul monk who cheated his own death had half of his body paralyzed by the blast, and his "book" was easily removed. He flew out like a meteor, but he was not dead.

"Others only think that I hate me and want to kill me. They regard me as a poisonous snake and beast, and call me a murderer and a fierce god.

Zuo Wuzhou laughed at himself: "Those people probably wouldn't have imagined that I would have a soft-hearted day. Not to mention others, even I would never have imagined it."

It was really moving to see these group of soul monks fighting each other frequently. For a moment, I didn’t even want to take more lives.

However, Zuo Wuzhou has a good intention and others have no intention.

"Sure enough, it's Guang Yuan Paper." Zuo Wuzhou raised his head and his mind moved slightly. He stepped on the spot with his feet, and the evil spirit flew everywhere: "Sure enough, you are brave, take one of my moves" "The Fire Technique is Boundless"

"Boundless Fire Law" exploded, covering a place like a field. In the thick fog, the mist microwaved, and a twisted and broken trace suddenly appeared, and a figure appeared from the void. A mouthful of blood was sprayed out,

He was still brave enough to slash with his sword without fear of death.

"Since you want to die, I will help you!" Zuo Wuzhou frowned, swallowing and spitting out in one breath. He pushed it out with a flat punch, which actually gave people the illusion that ghosts and gods were overcoming him!

The black figure watched in fear. The fierce sword light he had inspired was actually shattered by this extremely ordinary punch, with terrifying power. It hit him straight away. His chest exploded into pieces.

His bones were shattered, and the black figure didn't even take a breath, so he died on the spot.

On one side, the real sect weapon has attracted many soul monks, but on the other side, there are still many soul monks who are watching eagerly, screaming: "Hand over the books, secrets, combat skills, and secret techniques, and I will spare your life!"

The soul monks suddenly excited and rushed towards Zuo Wuzhou. Zuo Wuzhou was cold and praised in his heart: "It's amazing. As expected, most of them are brave people who are not afraid of death. With this, they are already from their hometown."

Many soul monks may not be able to match up to him."

"It seems that although the harsh environment creates bad human nature, it also creates the tough character of the soul monks." Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were majestic, and he exhaled for a long time. There was actually a line of white smoke coming out of his nostrils, and it was fierce.

strong.

"Today, I will try out the melee and long-range attack skills of the Two Soul Rose Realm, and see how many of them are worth learning. Dongtian pounced like a vicious tiger, and there was a fishy wind.

The "Seven Killing Fist" came out with a crackling explosion, hitting one person, and the person was immediately beaten to pieces with broken bones and bruises. Zuo Wuzhou frowned: "These people are too weak in cultivation. I want to learn the unique close combat here."

If you don’t have the ability to attack from a distance, you can’t use your combat skills! Then you have to fight with your fists.”

I dare not say that it was a fierce tiger entering the flock, but it was really Zuo Wuzhou who fought more than ten soul monks alone with a pair of physical fists. He was extremely powerful. Once he took action, he killed two people in a row. It immediately attracted the attention of many soul monks.

Drink: "Kill him first and then decide who owns the treasure."

The soul monks actually attacked the enemy with incomparable bravery. They cooperated with each other with astonishing melee and long-range attacks, and together they besieged Zuo Wuzhou.

"Okay, come and say goodbye." Zuo Wuzhou laughed heartily. The sound was like the roar of a tiger, and it was so heart-wrenching. A pair of iron fists, even though they did not use any combat skills. Even the martial arts, purely instinctive fighting, turned into iron claws.

, seemed to be invincible and sank directly into the shoulders of a person. Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were shining brightly, and he roared like thunder: "Give it to me, crack it!".

This soul monk actually tore his future to pieces on the spot, and his death was extremely tragic.

At this moment, several soul monks used ghost-like body skills to attack Zuo Wuzhou on both sides of his back and heart. They wrapped themselves around him, and there was a burst of crackling sounds like exploding beans.

These people waved their fists and made a series of wind explosions!

"Okay, it's really great!"

Those several soul monks were actually wrapped around their bodies, and with a crackling explosion, Zuo Wuzhou's steel-like arms were beaten until the muscles were torn apart.

Zuo Wuzhou's heart was as steely as steel, and he didn't realize it. He secretly cheered, and then he felt it was enough: "Okay, it's really good."

The soul monks in his hometown are generally not experts in close combat. Therefore, fighting generals is actually not very satisfying. At this time, a fight, the feeling of fist to flesh, is a pleasure. Zuo Wuzhou laughed wildly: "Okay, okay, okay

, just come and have a fight.”

His blood was boiling, almost ready to burst out. Zuo Wuzhou was full of passion, his fists were mixed with wind and thunder, and he used the "Boundless Fire Technique" to put a soul monk in and punch him in the chest. It exploded.

The sound was so loud that he punched the man in the chest.

The left hand, which had been practiced flexibly for a long time, seemed to be boneless and grabbed the two soul monks wrapped around their bodies. The soul power was shocked. In conjunction with the grabbing force of the left hand, it beat one of them until blood spurted out. The left hand

Wu Zhou's shoulder was actually scratched alive by that man with a strand of flesh on his shoulder.

The other person wrapped around Zuo Wuzhou's body continued to bombard Zuo Wuzhou's joints. Zuo Wuzhou was sore for a moment, and in an instant, he was punched in the back by the soul monk. His face was slightly pale, and there was no pain in his heart. There was only infinite pleasure: "Seriously.

It’s amazing that a martial arts warrior actually has such courage and such close combat skills to hurt me!”

"Sure enough, there is something worth learning for me!"

The roaring laughter echoed endlessly, showing the fighting spirit: "Hahaha, happy, happy! Only this can be called happy. It is hearty.

When his hands were misplaced, a soul cultivator's face turned from ruddy to pale, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his neck bones were shattered. His head and body seemed to be twisted out of shape.

Blood and minced meat stained his whole body. Zuo Wuzhou was extremely heroic. His momentum soared into the sky, and he had the power of a majestic god of war. No matter how strong he was in opening and closing his hands, he could already make those two hands that were split into tigers and leopards grasp the body wrapped around him.

The soul monk's eyes widened angrily, and his evil aura filled the sky.

His hands were like steel claws, digging deep into the back of the soul monk's heart. Zuo Wuzhou roared proudly with dragon sounds, swallowing thousands of miles of anger. The net he held was extremely fierce, and his hands moved outward. The soul monk screamed in agony, and the flesh and bones of his back were actually

Zuo Wuzhou's unparalleled strength tore him apart. Before he died, his breath surged wildly.

"I want to play self-destruction!" Zuo Wuzhou's eyes turned dark. He punched the man with his iron fist, and a rumble fell to the ground. The man was actually punched into the ground by Zuo Wuzhou, and he self-destructed underground.

Even though Zuo Wuzhou was extremely careful, he couldn't resist this group of people. All of them were experts in close combat. During the siege, they had to suffer more or less. Zuo Wuzhou was immediately hit by a punch. Zuo Wuzhou turned around and punched

, there was a roar, and the wind and thunder shook. It actually smashed half of the man's head alive, exploding like a watermelon.

"That's not right." Zuo Wuzhou's originally ever-changing and flexible body showed signs of solidification and stagnation.

A group of soul monks were overjoyed and screamed: "He has been hit by a stone, kill him.

Stone body soul. When you first hear its name, you may think of it as a defensive soul. In fact, it is an auxiliary attack soul. This soul has obvious advantages and disadvantages. Once the enemy is attacked, the muscles will be petrified and lose their flexibility.

But the stone body has a huge flaw, wood overcomes earth, and this body is easily broken by the wood element.

Zuo Wuzhou was slightly stunned, but he didn't feel that the stone body caused much damage to him. It was just a momentary stagnation, but he was also awe-inspiring: "At the critical moment of the battle, a moment's delay can be fatal."

Zuo Wuzhou has a habit of fighting. He has always been a lion and a rabbit, striving to kill with one blow and never giving the enemy a chance to show off his strength. In the past, few of his enemies could use it when facing the enemy head-on.

soul.

But this time, Zuo Wuzhou's hard work and thought gave the enemy a chance to show off his strength.

The stone body was even more powerful than Zuo Wuzhou thought. The reason why Zuo Wuzhou was only stagnant was because of the three-color and three-series Ghost Dragon Armor. After this armor was damaged, it had already been repaired by Beidou. Although it only had the original seven-successful effect,

It's not something that low-level souls can break through.

The impact of this spirit on Zuo Wuzhou was minimal.

Bang! The punch thrown away by a soul monk collided with Zuo Wuzhou's fierce punch. The man's fist suddenly cracked to pieces, almost hitting his headband and elbow.

Flesh and bones fly "※
To be continued...