Chapter 667

As soon as Wang Zhongbo left the scope of the magic tower, his naturally drooping arm suddenly moved, shook it a few times like a spirit snake, and recovered as before. Wang Wenhao was stunned!

"Dad, this is..." Wang Wenhao was not only surprised at the instant recovery of his father's injury, but also wondered why his father was willing to admit defeat when he could repair his arm immediately.

"Ling Xiao and Yue Xianan want to fight for life and death. What are we involved in?" Wang Zhongbo hummed: "there is still a chance after the promotion meeting. There is no need to fight for life and death with Xihe city this time..."

"Yes, you were going to find a way to deliberately lose the battle, but long Yuxuan's strength saved you from acting and gave you more reason to quit directly."

A figure floated in the sky in front of Wang Zhongbo and his party, and said coldly. The man was wearing a silver helmet, which made his face invisible.

Not only did people not see his face, but no one even noticed when he appeared here!

"Are you Yue Xianan's running dog?" Wang Zhongbo said in a deep voice as his face changed.

The helmet man hummed and said, "it's just a collaborator. If you didn't refuse Yue Xianan, you should be like me now. Yue Xianan asked me to kill you directly, but I'll give you one last chance to join us, okay?"

Wang Zhongbo disdained: "I refused Yue Xianan three times. He was right to let you kill me directly. Because if you don't kill me, I will kill you!"

As soon as the voice fell, Wang Zhongbo jumped forward and hit the helmet man with a fist.

"Hum! Die!" the helmeted man gave a cold hum, which was also a blow to welcome Wang Zhongbo.

BAM BAM... BAM BAM... BAM BAM

As soon as they hit each other, the others could hardly see their appearance. What they saw was the shadow of their fists flying around.

Wang Zhongbo's physical strength is very strong. He can kill his opponent without any magic weapons. The helmet man's boxer is also an extraordinary product, which is matched with Wang Zhongbo's fist without losing the wind.

Using both hands and feet, Wang Zhongbo attacked the helmet man's back, chest and lower body from several directions at the same time with amazing bending of his arms and legs.

The helmeted man was not afraid at all. A pair of iron fists danced, and the shadow of the fist flew over. It became a defensive move like an iron wall.

Wang Zhongbo's fists and feet smashed on the airtight shadow of the fist, throwing out scattered purple light, which was very gorgeous.

The two were equal and the battle was quite wonderful, but Wang Wenhao and the elders of the underground Tibetan gate had no time to watch the war, because more than 100 mysterious ghost masters appeared in the void to surround them and kill them.

These mysterious spiritual masters are all purple level, and their overall strength is much better than those of the underground hidden gate.

In the face of a strong enemy, even if they are defeated, these people of the underground Tibetan gate can only choose to fight to the end.

However, they knew that it would be sooner or later to be killed by these mysterious people. Therefore, the elders and elite disciples of the underground Tibetan sect took the initiative to form an array to protect Wang Wenhao.

"Young leader, let's cover you and run away!" a purple elder of the underground Tibetan sect who has reached more than 2000 years old whispered to Wang Wenhao.

Looking at these fellow disciples who fought to protect themselves and their father who fell into a hard struggle, Wang Wenhao finally understood something.

At the same time, he thought of being scolded as waste by his father, and a cruel look flashed in his eyes: "if I let my classmates protect me, my father will despise me all my life! Dad, Dad, Hao'er will let you know today that Hao'er is not waste... Yue Xianan, even if I Wang Wenhao died today, I will make you pay a considerable price!"

After thinking about it, Wang Wenhao took out a pair of blood red boxers and put them on his hands. In an instant, Wang Wenhao's whole figure became blood red, just like the whole body was bleeding!

"Little leader!"

"Elder martial brother Wang!"

Looking at the red light, the elders and elite disciples of the underground Tibetan sect turned crazy!

Wang Wenhao's name of "blood shadow hand" comes from one of his blood shadow skills. This skill uses the whole body blood with the soul force to urge the power. Once the power is exerted, the palms of both hands will become a burst of blood red.

When the cultivation reaches the state of great success, not only the palm will turn red, but also the whole body will turn red.

Wang Wenhao didn't reach the level of success at all. He just relied on the red boxer in his hand to completely urge his blood and give birth to extremely fierce strength.

The whole people of the di Zang sect know that this pair of blood sucking fists is terrible. If the situation were not critical at this time, Wang Wenhao would not use this pair of blood sucking fists.

"Die!" Wang Wenhao's eyes flushed, drank wildly, and slapped his palms on the ground.

Boom boom! Countless blood red blood palms flew from the ground to the sky and banged on the more than 100 spiritual masters.

Those ghost masters who were printed with blood red palms immediately felt that their blood became hot and couldn't help swimming quickly.

"The boy's palm print is strange, kill him!" someone immediately thought of killing Wang Wenhao to relieve the uncomfortable blood flow when they found that their bodies were different.

"Ha ha, come on!" watching the more than 100 spiritual masters bypass the elders and disciples around him, Wang Wenhao laughed wildly and exploded his body with a roar.

As soon as those spiritual masters rushed to Wang Wenhao's side, they were sprayed with Wang Wenhao's blood, and the blood in their bodies exploded.

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"Damn it!" these spiritual masters screamed repeatedly. The elders and elite disciples of the underground Tibetan sect quickly waved their iron fists and smashed them.

The spirit Master, who was injured by Wang Wenhao's blood explosion, has greatly reduced his strength and his movement has become not so fast.

When several people besieged one person, in just a few seconds, the elders and disciples of dizang sect killed more than 30 spiritual masters.

Although their overall strength is not as good as these spiritual masters, they are all elites in the sect. Are they the kind of objects that can be tortured and killed at will?

The remaining more than 70 divine soul masters looked at the people in the underground hiding door with blood and ferocious faces blasted by the blood explosion. They were awe inspiring: "let's die!"

Facing the crazy counterattack of these spiritual masters, these people of the underground Tibetan gate are not willing to be weak. These Tibetans, who mainly practice body, have suffered a lot, and their hearts are like rocks.

Even a young leader like Wang Wenhao can kill the enemy with his own body. Why can't they?

"Boom, boom..." a series of Violent Self explosions burst into the sky, and the purple light of soul force burst into the sky, just like the nuclear bomb of later generations, shaking the whole space of hundreds of thousands of meters!

Bodies flew out of the purple light, and the spirit masters who had just rushed up were blown to death, disabled, and even lost their combat effectiveness.

The helmet man came out with these men. He thought he would eat Wang Zhongbo, but he didn't expect to be killed by Wang Zhongbo's elders and disciples.

"Wang Zhongbo, your son and the elders of the sect are all dead. Are you still alive?" in the stalemate, the helmet man couldn't help playing psychological tactics to distract Wang Zhongbo.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhongbo was not moved by it at all. He laughed wildly: "in order to seek strength and longevity, all of us, except ourselves, are passers-by. What's the death of a son?"

When Wang Zhongbo said this, the helmet man's eyes couldn't help blinking. He did not refute, because he was the same kind of person as Wang Zhongbo and deeply agreed with Wang Zhongbo's words.

It seems that there is no other way but to defeat Wang Zhongbo with strength.

"Shall we do it now?" Zou Tiezhu, hiding in the deformable mecha, asked Nangong Yuhuo in another deformable mecha.

Just now, Zou Tiezhu, Longyao, Longfei, longwuxing, Longmo and Nangong Yuzhuo had already reached the sky over the scene and hid themselves with the array.

These deformable machine armours are very easy to use. In addition to dual-use land and air, they can also avoid mental force scanning and have array protection. They are absolutely unique.

Earlier, Nangong yushao thought that Wang Wenhao was the enemy who hurt Wu Mei. Considering the feeling of dragon medicine, he didn't do it.

Now Wang Wenhao died in a way they couldn't imagine. Nangong Yuzhuo hasn't moved yet, which makes Zou Tiezhu wonder.

"Iron pillar, don't worry. These two people haven't decided the outcome yet. We have saved Wang Zhongbo now, and he may not appreciate it." Nangong Yuhuo explained: "this man is so fickle and righteous that I wouldn't want to save him if he wasn't valuable."

Zou Tiezhu thought about it, so he obeyed Nangong Yuzhuo's order and stood still. Everyone looked at the battle between them again.

The two are still in a tight fight. The disorderly shadow of the fist moves around and turns everything on the ground around into flying sand and stones.

"Who the hell is that helmeted man? Why is his boxing skills so powerful?" Nangong Yuzhuo frowned and always felt that this person should be someone they knew.

Wang Zhongbo's physical strength is dominant, and the helmet man relies entirely on his exquisite boxing skills to hold a tie with Wang Zhongbo, which is not simple.

The idea of wanting to know who this man is is getting stronger and stronger in Nangong Yuzhuo's mind. Subconsciously, Nangong Yuzhuo aimed the muzzle of the deformed mecha at the helmet man.

Everyone thought that this was Nangong Yuzhuo's order, and followed Nangong Yuzhuo to align the muzzle of the deformed mecha flying ship with the helmet man, ready to explode at any time.

At this time, Wang Zhongbo and the helmet man suddenly bombarded each other at the same time, and their figures quickly pulled away.

"Blow him!" when he found the opportunity, Nangong Yuhuo immediately gave an order, and more than a dozen deformed mecha guns fired at once.

More than a dozen purple shells crossed the sky one by one, and flew towards the common goal - helmet man.

The helmet man had just separated from Wang Zhongbo. He was locked by more than a dozen crystal guns. His eyes through the helmet mask finally showed a trace of panic!