Chapter 20

Baiyun reported the news. A car, a pickup truck, an off-road vehicle and a minibus have stopped at the gate of the green sea hotel.

Four or two cars and four styles have a feeling of mob, but with the twenty figures on the four cars getting off one by one, many ye family good players guarding the green sea hotel have restrained their underestimate at the same time, one by one.

"Second brother, third sister..."

Feeling the beast like breath emanating from the middle-aged man who was the head of the line of 20 people, ye xueluo couldn't help shaking in her heart and wanted to say something.

"Take it easy."

Ye wucai stopped her from saying: "I've made arrangements all around. Xinghe order can't go. Next, let's see how Mr. Wang Cheng can deal with it. If he is inferior to others and is killed directly, we just need to go down and clean up the mess. If he wins... One master, four martial arts masters and 15 first-class experts... Even if he wins, he will win miserably. Then..."

Speaking of this, a killing shot out of her black gem like eyes.

Ye xueluo saw this and couldn't say more. Instead, she continued to wait and see with worried eyes.

"Ta ta..."

A group of 20 people marched in a fierce manner and directly stepped into the gate of the green sea hotel.

Due to Ye Tianhong's advance order, the guards at the door left early and did not stop them. Twenty people directly stepped into the hall of green sea hotel without any stagnation.

In the whole hall, there was no sign of the reception at the front desk. At a glance, except for 14 bodies on the ground, there was only King City playing with mobile phones on the sofa in the rest area.

When these people stepped into the hall, Wang Cheng also stopped his hand and looked at the first five of the twenty.

"Xinghe order!"

"That's... The Star River token that can enter Kunwu Wonderland!"

When Wang Cheng looked at the first five people, their eyes fell on him at the same time. For the first time, he saw the Star River order he put on the tea table.

Among the five, Fu Haixing, the great master who was vaguely promoted as the leader, flashed in his eyes and stepped forward. Lang Lang said, "Your Excellency is Mr. Wang of the King City? It's really a good means and evil spirit. One person's power can defeat the two martial arts experts of blood angry King Kong weituora and shadow snake Ningye. The twelve first-class players of Blackwater club are not your enemies. They are really heroes."

"Xinghe Ling, right here."

Wang Cheng put his mobile phone next to Xinghe Ling and stood up.

He doesn't look tall. His appearance is not so handsome and ordinary. Otherwise, Qin Yurou of the appearance Association won't hate him in every way. Especially at the moment, he still hasn't taken off his black frame glasses. His gentle appearance makes it difficult for anyone to associate him with a peerless high hand.

But what he said next made several martial arts masters burst out in their eyes and their blood surged up.

"No nonsense, if you want, come and get it."

"OK."

Fu Haixing, the leader, shouted loudly, his eyes were like electricity, and kept looking at the King City: "you can easily kill the angry blood King Kong weituora and shadow snake Ningye. You must be a master figure and a top master figure. I fight you with several friends. It's not a big bully..."

"Twenty, you can go together."

Wang Cheng interrupted Fu Haixing's self subsidy to find an excuse: "but as soon as you start, life and death don't matter."

"Whether life or death? Who dares to compete for the Xinghe order doesn't ignore life and death?"

"Twenty together? How brave! Let me expel the clouds. Ten thousand waves will meet you!"

Wang Cheng's words made a martial arts master quite angry. Under the hint of Fu Haixing's eyes, he immediately drank and roared with Qi and blood all over his body. It seemed that there was a flash flood in his body, which made him explode with terrible speed and go to the King City

Behind Wan Jingtao, an old man in black who was walking with him glanced at a sword bag beside the King City sofa and whispered, "be careful of his sword!" then he shot at the same time.

"Your Excellency Wang Cheng is the top guru. Since he doesn't pay attention to the twenty of us, why should we talk about the rules of the ancient martial world? Go! Who will take it from Xinghe!"

The four martial arts masters broke out at the same time.

In their opinion, no matter how powerful Wang Cheng is, it will be difficult to resist the encirclement and killing of 15 first-class masters, four martial arts masters and one martial arts master. Their strong lineup has the power to fight against Ye Tianxuan, the leader of shanghuangpu province and even the surrounding three provinces. What's more, Wang Cheng, a martial arts master with no illustrious reputation?

Therefore, during the shooting, the four martial arts masters did not keep half their hands.

"OK."

Twenty experts rushed up, and Wang Cheng's face didn't change.

He said a good word, and even ignored the Xinghe order and the Qinghui sword on the sofa.

"Boom!"

One step out, the whole hall seemed to shake suddenly, the crystal headlights hanging on the ceiling hummed, and a breath of wild beasts burst out from him.

In an instant, a gentle and gentle scholar turned directly into an ancient ferocious God.

The two completely different and extreme changes are like flowing clouds and flowing water in the dynamic and static... It is clearly the real peak of martial arts and the means to return to nature!

Step out of the king's city and directly meet the WAN Jingtao palm of the cloud expelling palm. There are no exquisite moves, no mysterious body methods, and no ever-changing mysteries

One punch!

Just a punch!

Smash mountains and rivers and shake the sky.

One punch contains an irresistible spiritual will.

One punch contains the great determination to smash the void.

In one punch, the breath of destruction broke out.

The fist did not arrive, but the terrible fist idea had already carried the power to destroy the withered and decadent, smashing Wan Jingtao's fighting spirit and belief. Under this fist, he always felt that he was an ant mole in front of the surging trend. No matter what method he struggled with, he would not be crushed into annihilation by this force!

This is mental repression!

He was spiritually defeated by the boxing.

The spirit has collapsed, how can the body resist?

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a grinding earthquake and the sound of bone fragmentation, Wan Jingtao's right hand of paiyun palm was directly exploded, and his whole hand bone was hit from behind with terrible strength.

"Ah!"

In the shrill scream, Wang Cheng strode out of the body and directly hit Wan Jingtao's body. As soon as he leaned on his shoulder, his sternum smashed at the same time and died on the spot.

Wan Jingtao was killed. Wang Cheng's body didn't shake. He still strode forward and didn't return. His fist was like Mount Tai pressing the top, like a wild dragon going to sea. He punched the second old man in black.

When the fist strength was shrouded, the old man in black seemed to see a ferocious magic dragon, emitting towering authority, opened the huge mouth that swallowed hundreds of millions of creatures, and suddenly bit him down. He could even smell the bloody gas when the big mouth was approaching and feel the suffocating powerlessness all over his body

Fist means God!

This is Wang Cheng's fist intention impacting his spiritual will, which makes him have a mental illusion, which can be generated by the heart. For those martial artists who are not determined, this illusion is no different from the truth.

"No!"

After all, the old man in black is a martial arts master who has become famous for many years. He has experienced countless storms and his will is stronger than Wan Jingtao of the cloud expelling palm. At the moment of life and death, he suddenly clenched his teeth and woke up. In his roar, he ran with both hands

"Click!"

Bone fragmentation.

Under the fist power, the two arms of the old man in black completely bent with an irregular trend. His whole body was shocked and his feet were torn apart on the floor. At the moment when his arm was broken, he withdrew and retreated violently. He could save a life, but his cultivation was undoubtedly a complete ruin.

"Wu Sheng... Boxing means God... You are Wu Sheng..."

The old man in black gave a cry of pain, and his tone was full of panic and despair.

"Wu Sheng!?"

These two words shocked everyone in the hall, even Fu Haixing, a martial arts master.

No martial arts practitioner does not understand the meaning of the word wusheng.

This is the limit of the human body.

This is the peak that human beings can reach!

Fu Haixing and others were shocked, but Wang Cheng's hands were not interfered by half. He suddenly twisted and swooped, sweeping through the suffocating momentum, fiercely rushed to a martial arts master, ignoring the other party's finger sword skill, which refers to the sword point, swept thousands of troops with a hand knife and cut the martial arts master's throat.

"Wu Sheng, Wu Sheng, how could it be a Wu Sheng, such a young Wu Sheng..."

Fu Haixing's pupils contract sharply.

Not only he, but also ye wucai and ye Tianhong, who want to know the real ability of the King City through this war.

The temperature in the room was not high, but the two top men were sweating all over. They stared down at the King City of relentless and crazy killing in the hall, and their eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

And

fear!

"Back! Back! Back! Back! Back!"

Fu Haixing shouted and retreated violently.

Their lineup of one master, four martial arts masters and 15 first-class masters is not a problem for ordinary masters, even for half-step martial arts saints such as Shang Ye Tianxuan. They can face a real martial saint, a martial saint who can walk in the world with his physical fitness preserved at the peak

Such a mob is completely suicidal.

"A master... Should be able to be quiet tonight..."

Wang Cheng looked at the martial arts master and more than a dozen first-class players who flew away. His eyes turned and suddenly fell on Fu Haixing.

In an instant, Fu Haixing in the process of violent retreat felt that his whole body was pricked by a needle. An uncontrollable fear spread wildly all over his body. The fear was like a heavy pressure on his heart, suffocating him.

"No! No!"

Fu Haixing shouted, without half a minute to stop fighting, rushed out from the gate of the green sea hotel and smashed the door.

But

Wusheng level has locked target, which is no longer a simple eye lock and Qi machine lock.

Among them, it even involves the mysterious locking method at the spiritual level.

Chasing souls for thousands of miles.

Not to mention that Fu Haixing is still in the vision of the King City. Even if he escapes more than ten kilometers, as long as he doesn't leave Mangshan City, he will still be sensed by the powerful martial saint who touches the spiritual realm and kill him in one fell swoop.

This is the terrible of wusheng.

This is why fierce ruthlessly knows that the King City is a martial saint and has no intention to escape.

……

Four minutes later, Wangcheng returned to the hotel, threw Fu Haixing's body into the pile of bodies of angry blood King Kong weituora, yingsheningye, paiyun palm Wan Jingtao, and then returned to the sofa in the rest area to sit down and pick up the mobile phone.

Fight

It's over.

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(sorry, it's a little late. It's not a power failure.)