Chapter 1072

"Fart! Grandpa volunteered, as long as he could kill you! As long as I can kill you, no matter what price I pay! " Wu Lang raised his voice and roared, his eyes full of ferocity.

Take a step forward, a mighty spirit that makes the sky tremble!

"See clearly! This is your grandpa! If you want to kill me, come on. Isn't Wu Zifeng standing here! It's not that you're useless. If you have the ability, you can sacrifice his life to make him look like a man without people and a ghost without ghosts. Wu Lang, after all, you're just a waste! A waste! "

Yes, Zifeng hated Wu Tiankui, but at this moment, when he saw the scene in front of him, he felt heartache for Grandpa's group of older people. What kind of outcome did their persistence bring in the end!

"You are a waste! I'll kill you, kill you! " Crazy, crazy, Wu Lang pointed at Zifeng and roared loudly

His face was as gray as death. The puppet standing in the field got the order and immediately shot at Zifeng like a sharp sword.

Many people can't help but close their eyes. The bloody light sect has trained human puppets. Aren't all the bets made by some people going to water?

But just the next moment, Shen Tu Zhou's smile disappeared, "what!"

One punch, just under the fierce punch, the figure of the puppet rushed forward, and the quilt blew away!

The "hiss" field is full of the sound of sucking air-conditioning. The strength of the puppet has long been clearly placed in front of the public, but I don't want Wu Zifeng's strength to make people even more stunned.

He was blown away by a punch and fell to the ground. Before a break, Wu Tiankui got up again and roared at Zifeng

This time, Wu Lang picked up the long sword that fell on the ground and wiped the blood and tears on his face. The only blood of Tianzhou Wu family must be paid by Wu Zifeng's blood anyway. "Grandpa, I'll help you!"

At this moment, Wu Lang fought side by side with his grandfather Wu Tiankui.

This moment is also the day that he has been dormant for two years in xueguangzong, suffered thousands of humiliations and looked forward to.

This moment. At that moment, even if it was the last drop of blood, it would bite off a piece of meat from Wu Zifeng. It's a deep hatred! In addition to killing, killing, killing, Wu Lang can forget the past, forget what happened in Tianzhou Wu family, and forget the sense of weightlessness when he fell from the cloud top to the muddy land!

"Wu Zifeng, I'll fight with you!" A lunge, after dodging to Zifeng, "blood light nine cuts!" The blood red sword in his hand was wriggling. After a while, it turned into a long knife

The scene was so similar that Zifeng was stunned in the distance.

However, this moment of divine Kung Fu was knocked on the chest by the people rushing forward

"Bang" made a dull noise, and "rub rub rub" Zifeng retreated more than ten steps towards the rear, coughing up a mouthful of blood to stabilize his body. The next moment, the puppet approached the whole body again.

If you make a mistake, you will follow the shadow step. Once, Zifeng seemed to forget the existence of human puppets, but put all his spiritual strength on the bloody sword in Wu Lang's hand.

As like as two peas, the sword is the same as the bloody sword of the devil. After observing for a moment, Xiaoguang stood up and replied with a dignified face

But this sound also made Zifeng's eyebrows frown tighter! Things became more complicated and confusing for a time.

A blade with a radius of ten feet came through the air. Keep your feet light, and Zifeng slowly fell a hundred feet away

With a bang, a crack of tens of feet appeared in the previous position!

With a deep breath, the secret of blood red sword will be put aside for the time being! He shook his slightly stiff shoulder, didn't retreat but entered, and rushed up at a faster speed against the body of the puppet!

"Bang" only felt a sharp friction sound in the eardrum, and a deep crack appeared under Zifeng's fist. With the power of Zixuan, after the three ripples were superimposed together, Wu Tiankui came like a shell and was violently bombarded by the wind towards Shentu boat on the rock ridge

At the moment, all the elders were thinking about their own plans, and they didn't notice the scene at all. When they came back to their senses, the "bang" sounded crisp, and the stone chairs, tables and stools of Shentu boat were all smashed by puppets

"Cut!" Wu Lang has long experienced the strength of Wu Zifeng. Just relying on a puppet can't hurt him! At the moment, there were nine Dao mangs on his head. Under Wu Lang's violent drink, he roared and surrounded Zifeng from all directions

Hide? Does Zifeng need it? Didn't the people around him notice that Zifeng was only barehanded and the blunt iron didn't appear at all since he participated in the big match!

This scene is also unnecessary! Roaring up to the sky, "the wings of the fire dragon" was shrouded in noble purple and gold flames. Flames burst into the sky. In a short moment, the whole sky was red

The nine blades were so small that they were swallowed up by the sea of fire. The remaining momentum of the fire did not disappear and went towards Wulang.

"Poof" a shower of blood sprayed out. With one blow, Wu Lang's fist marks and clothes were blackened.

At the moment, the painless puppet rushed to Zifeng again. A huge dent on his chest was clearly visible, but his ferocious eyes were the same as before

Spiritual talent: imprisonment! Just now, the restless puppet was quiet and stood quietly in front of Zifeng.

"Wu Zifeng, I cough. I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!" Lying on the ground, my breath is listless and I can't stand it.

While the referee was about to announce the end of the game, Zifeng turned around, but then saw Wu Tiankui's hair and rushed towards Wu Lang

Soon, a bloody scene suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes. The whole audience was full of anger. Many people couldn't help vomiting.

Zifeng closed his eyes and felt the cool wind blowing slowly in his ears. He was not happy. He only fell into the cage woven by fate. Escape, where can escape, can only go in a given direction.

Perhaps what Tang Yun and her colleagues said is right. There are always thousands of stories behind things. There must be a reason for Xin'er's indifference. All Zifeng needs is to wait for an opportunity.

Every story has an end. But I don't want to, after Wu Tiankui's dedication, one day he will personally end the only blood in Tianzhou!

"How could this happen!" Shen Tu Zhou roared at Zifeng on the rock ridge.