Chapter 1070

Since man comes from the land, he will eventually return to the land. Dust to dust, earth to earth. Like people, some things must be decided.

Zifeng stood quietly in the field, facing Wu Lang in front of him. There was no pity in his eyes, only killing intention and bone chilling!

"Where is Wu Tiankui?" Zifeng couldn't help asking before the referee announced the judgment and the fight began.

Wu Lang's face was cold. The blood red sword in his hand was thrown directly to the ground and his eyes were split. "Can you call Wu Tiankui! Wu Zifeng, you bastard with evil intentions, even plotted against the life of the legitimate room. You unkind, disloyal and unfilial bastards, today I want to avenge the dead Wu family! "

As soon as the sound came out, the onlookers were in an uproar. Thinking of their names, Wu Lang and Wu Zifeng, their eyes were slightly relieved. Is there any resentment between them?

Shook his head, some people will not cry even when they see the coffin. Since how, what else do you need to say“ Wu Lang, you are still a clown! You are destined to be a sad clown all your life! If you want Wu Zifeng's life, come on! Come on! " The killing intention in Zifeng's body rose to the sky, and Zifeng's face was calm, exuding wisps of killing intention

"Roar!" With a roar, his body rushed straight, his right hand picked up the blood red sword on the ground and soared up, "blood awn thorn!" When the sword was waving, the blood spikes poured down like rain, fast as thunder

Just facing the blood spikes all over the sky, Zifeng didn't even mean to dodge!

But slightly raised his head and looked at Wu Lang behind the blood thorn. At the moment when the blood thorn was close, the whole person disappeared directly from his sight

Seeing this, Wu Lang was surprised. The blood red sword immediately lifted up and stabbed straight towards the rear!

Yes, Wu Lang's judgment was correct at the first time. Zifeng really stood behind him, very close, very close, so close that the blood red sword could not be used at all!

The blood spikes all over the sky fell into the air. On the flat square, dark holes were corroded in an instant, and strands of black gas were emitted. With bursts of stench, the venue was in a mess in the blink of an eye.

That pair of dark eyes made Wu Lang fight a cold war up and down. It was like being watched by an ancient fierce beast, and his hair trembled

Desperately urging the yuan force in his body, he wanted to step back, but no matter what direction Wu Lang dodged. Zifeng kept close to him and couldn't flash an arm's distance at all.

Sweat seeped through Wu Lang's whole back while breathing. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he took back his long sword in his hand, and smashed his right fist against Zifeng's face door with overwhelming hatred.

A blue vigorous Qi overflowed in an instant

With a low muffled sound, the fist stopped less than three inches away from the ion wind door, and it was hard to get any more!

Powerless, powerless, helpless! A decadent breath comes from the heart and occupies the whole body in an instant!

"Wu Zifeng, you bastard! You can beat me! " Roaring hysterically, Wu Lang tore his heart and lungs.

The attack within a short incense stick was almost all the power that Wu Lang could show. However, Wu Zifeng didn't do it from beginning to end. Just disdain!

As soon as the sound of "bang" came out, Wu Lang was kicked directly to the ground. A huge pit came into view and smoke rose

With a cough, Wu Lang slowly climbed out of the pit, "ha ha, Wu Zifeng, you still can't help it, ha ha."

"Crazy, crazy" everyone in the stand talked about it one after another, watching the two of the same martial arts family fighting each other and making an unclear judgment.

But how much do others know about their gratitude and resentment?

Yaokong gave a fist and a light blue fist gang. Shengsheng blew Wu Lang hundreds of feet and fell to the ground. His breath became listless

Just when Wu Lang stood on this battlefield, he was ready to die!

A person who is no longer afraid of death, his madness, his madness and his world outlook are only four words!

The pace was slow, and Zifeng walked step by step towards Wu Lang who was struggling to get up

On the rock ridge, seeing the scene in front of him, Shen tuzhou, the elder of Xueguang sect, didn't look a little flustered in his eyes. On the contrary, he had a half confident smile on his mouth, drank the tea in his hand and talked and laughed with the people.

This scene fell into Lin Jianfu's eyes. It was a burst of surprise. Does Wu Lang have anything to rely on?

The blood red sword had long wondered where it fell, and his whole body was stained with blood. Wu Lang stood up hard, wiped the blood on his hands, and still looked at Zifeng without fear.

"Is that your confidence to kill me! I said, at the beginning, you would only hide behind Wu Ming in Haoran college. Today, you are still the same in the land of sects! " This is an unavoidable memory!

On the same day, Wu Tiankui and Wu Lang fled Tianzhou after the end of wujiadabi. Zifeng once ordered that once they were found, they should be cut down. However, Grandpa Wu Tianjie, together with Wu Tiandi and other old family owners, came to persuade him, hoping that he could let go and let them live together.

Wu family, the bad is the wrong kindness!

Otherwise, Wu Lang really thought that with their old and young, almost no fighting power, they could trek safely from Tianzhou to the sect, but there was no incident on the way?

But now? If it were not for the restriction of the sect, Wu Lang would be inconvenient to move, otherwise the Xuantian Wu family would be in trouble! This child cannot be left!

"Ha ha, since you want to die, I will help you!" At this point, Wu Lang's eyes were filled with a new force, his steps flashed, he immediately opened a distance with Zifeng, his hands turned up and down, and shouted "human puppet".

An old man, pale and smelling, appeared in the scene

Xiao Lan exclaimed repeatedly, "it's him. What I smell is him!"

The onlookers were also surprised and pointed by the figure that appeared out of thin air

On the rock ridge, the cup in Lin Jianfu's hand was instantly crushed, and the scruffy old man who had been sleeping on the rock turned around with a light in his eyes!

"Is it a puppet?" Ming asked the "rub" to stand up, pointed to the figure that appeared out of thin air in the field, and questioned loudly.

Shen Tu Zhou stretched his waist. "Yes, what you see is the unique skill of Xueguang sect ten thousand years ago, the skill of human puppet!"

It's just the old man, the old man is.