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Although there was only one person in Tan Weiran, the situation was violent.

The ferocity that came to his face was intimidating Mu Xue and others involuntarily retreated, and they realized that the momentum was captured by Tan Weiran. At this time, Wen Younan's voice sounded quietly: "This person is the murderer who killed the Seventh Prince. Now he is coming to the door on his own initiative. What are you waiting for? Kill him!"

"Kill him! The Seventh Prince's revenge will be paid for blood debts!"

Wen Younan actually roared and shouted loudly: "You are going to make achievements, and kill him at this moment!"

Several loud shouts aroused the few strong men left in the Muxue Camp, all full of murderous intent. The momentum that was originally suppressed by Tan Weiran turned up again. After a loud shout, someone blew a furious punch.

Lingyou Realm? Fist Intention?

I want to deal with this strength? I really underestimate people. Not to mention me now, even ten years ago, I still won the battle. Tan Weiran glanced slightly, and was too lazy to display the extra strength, condensed the strength of his body and integrated into the boxing intention.

The seemingly plain punch, the air sluggished slightly, and the punch that came also stagnated for a moment. In a blink of an eye, he collided with Tan Weiran's fist, and immediately heard the crackling sound.

The people who punched Tan Weiran, from the finger bones to the wrist bones, and even their arms were twisted and broken, almost half of their bodies were broken by the power of the punch. When the others in the camp saw this scene, their hearts jumped involuntarily.

Death was extremely miserable, but it was purely self-inflicted.

It should be noted that Tan Weiran's physical strength is extremely terrifying, but it is just not very useful in daily life.

Tan Weiran did not recognize Wen Younan, but at this time, his eyes fell on one of the few people: "You are Wen Younan? I heard that you have presided over the past six months to revenge against Dongwu?"

Wen Younan slowly retreated among the crowd, laughing without being surprised: "I didn't expect that even the prince knew my name as Wen. In this way, Dongwu probably had a glimpse of our Wuxue. Hahaha, the Marquis and his wife were indeed ambitious. Alas, these are secrets, but I guessed it. The prince's evil deeds, do you want to kill me to silence me?"

"It's not difficult to silence. It's difficult to block the long mouths of the people in the world. Hahaha!" Wen Younan's three-inch tongue was so stupid that he was sure of a matter of nothing, accompanied by laughter, and even more ridiculous.

The laughter was stirring, and before the words were finished, several people came from the left and right team.

He is worthy of being a strategist who is famous for his evil spirits! Tan Weiran shook his head and thought that in another hundred years, he would still not be able to play with such a person. His eyes were cold and his mouth was filled with thunder: "Get out!"

Boom boom boom boom!

It was really the roaring thunder that burst out from Tan Weiran's fists. In an instant, it formed a wasted breath. It gave the obstacle a bit mysterious, indescribable, time or space?

Waste your hand!

When the enemy who was rushing from left to right was shrouded in the unique small fist aura, he was already shocked: "What kind of fist is this? Time? Space?"

"Why do you always feel that you are affected as soon as you enter this small boxing soul? You are unknowingly slowing down... What kind of weird boxing technique is this... No!"

Not to mention them, even Tan Weiran, the self-creator, still has many confusions about boxing, and has not yet figured out what the road ahead of Chuzhu is. How to integrate and walk.

After two puffs, the two Lingyou Realm's heads burst out on the spot like watermelons hit. The red and white juices and bone spurs flew all over the sky, and a little of them hit Wen Younan's face.

Immediately, a feeling of nausea surged into Wen Younan's heart and rushed into his throat, almost unable to suppress it. If it weren't for the battlefield, if it hadn't been fighting with Dongwu for more than half a year, he might have vomited on the spot.

It's ridiculous. Although Wen Younan's poisonous scheme indirectly killed countless people, he had never killed anyone with his own hands.

A special sword with a faint green light appeared from the palm of the palm. The sound of the sword flew into the air, forming a sharp sound of wind.

When Tan Weiran's expression was calm and he raised his sword and swept away majesticly, the overbearing purple storm stormed from the tip of the sword, releasing an unparalleled power of lightning, blasting everything around him into powder.

Just like the wave formed by a rolling river, it is simply unstoppable.

The power that went straight to extreme lightning showed the most hideous side and destroyed everything randomly.

Some of the few strong men in the Muxue Camp were all shattered in one glance, some were shocked and stunned, while others were roaring hideously, calling their companions hysterically, wanting to rise up and resist.

However, when purple thunder and lightning came, these spiritual travelers were almost like lonely boats floating in the storm, discovering the terrifying power of the spirits in the sword. They immediately collapsed at once, wailing and screaming in the storm, and even begging for mercy... Everyone's image was twisted in the purple and destroyed.

The purple color passed by, and there were only those black statues standing tall and moving in different ways.

At this time, a black light shot out and rushed to rescue Wen Younan and two or three others. Under the invasion of this terrifying lightning, he escaped by chance. He turned around and met his companions without hesitation.

Tan Weiran grinned, and the man flew like lightning and chased him: "Escape? Where can I escape?"

A strong wind blew up and blew everywhere, and charred human-shaped statues collapsed and exploded into pieces, even flying ashes all over the sky.

Even people within thirty miles, countless people could see the purple color shining in the sky from the corner of their eyes!

"Is this the location of the Muxue Camp?"

Even in fierce battles, countless martial arts powerful men could not ignore the sword's dominance of ten miles or even thirty miles away.

"Nine-section Lei Yin?! That must be the Nine-section Lei Yin used by the prince!"

"So powerful! Could it be... the prince has flattened the Muxue Camp?"

Those who had a slightly worse cultivation level and could see the "Nine-Level Yin" guessed who used it, and were shocked: "Is it really the prince used it? This is simply too strong, like the prince used it... Haha, he deserves to be the prince."

"It's really 50% of the sword spirit?" Teng Feihu could see clearly from a high point, opening his mouth slightly, unable to hide the shock in his eyes!

"Is this a 50% sword spirit?" Lu Dongli was so shocked that the corners of his mouth twitched continuously. He was somewhat forced to come to the Dongwuhuang Realm, and was forced to do so due to helplessness. But now looking at Tan Weiran's performance, no matter how he looked at it, the two or three points he was forced back then was vaguely his luck.

After killing an enemy, Tan Ju stared at the purple color in the sky: "I didn't expect that our Miaoyin Tan family has such an incredible genius. Fortunately, he was not born in the Miaoyin Tan family... Fortunately!"

"Of course, this guy seems to be stronger than when he was in the cave." Zhang Xun looked up and saw Zhou Yu and others covered in blood, and they laughed strangely.

Niu Shuo, Tao Xusheng and others were all excited: "The prince is really so strong? That's great." For them, even if they were defeated in the battle, the prince with such talent would not lose everything.

"Hahaha, the younger generation is better than the younger generation!" Miao Yong laughed and chased Tan hundreds of feet away: "Old Tan, your son is better than you!"

Talk about chasing my heart is full of joy and pride, thinking, of course, he is my son!

A sword stirred. The wonderful notes leaped, forming sound killing, and knocked a group of Ishida soldiers who blocked a group of Feiyun soldiers seriously injured, and even died like a demonic sound.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Tongwu will win!"

The vigorous shouts sounded everywhere in every part of the battlefield. Within a radius of dozens of miles, every place seemed to have become a battlefield, a battlefield for warriors to confront each other, and a place for the confrontation of martial arts powerhouses.

Tens of thousands of Feiyun soldiers and Huanglong soldiers were fighting against Ishida soldiers on the battlefield that was tens of miles apart.

Looking down from the sky, Tan Zhui Ge led the Feiyun soldiers to transform into a bright torrent, like the magma after the eruption of a volcano, covering the huge battlefield everywhere, wantonly splitting and dispersing the powerful Ishida soldiers again and again.

The three thousand Shitian warriors gathered together can defeat ten times the fourth-level warriors and even kill the powerful Shenzhao. However, once they are dispersed into a stream of dozens of people, the decline of their combat power is completely within the expectations of Ting Zhuihe Lu Dongli and others.

Amid the shouts of killing that shocked the sky, Feiyunzhu was like a giant beast. He swallowed the broken Ishida warriors into his mouth and chewed them to pieces.

The victory or defeat on the battlefield was decided from the moment the Ishida warrior was designed to open the gap and sprinted into the flying clouds.

However, because of the existence of martial arts powerhouses, victory on the battlefield does not necessarily mean final victory.

The difference is that with the help of Wen Younanbu, the two powerful people who came to reinforce would become the last straw that defeated the camel and become the key force to defeat Dongwu. However, Tan Weiran and Zong Changkong's arrival did indeed defend the results of the battlefield.

When Zong Changkong made a move and knocked out Muxue-Breaking Powerful Man, the moment he could not afford to suffer heavy damage, he was sure of victory.

Mingkong and Teng Feihu each restrained a powerful person who broke the Xuxu in Muxu. When Zong Changkong and Xu Cunzhen arrived, the result can be imagined. Xu Cunzhen, who was injured on his body, quickly captured the man who was severely injured by Zong Changkong and went to help others.

On the fierce battlefield, it is completely decisive to have a mobile force like Xu Cunzhen.

In fact, he doesn't need to deal with the remaining powerful people who broke the Void next time.

Zong Changkong didn't even need to draw his sword. He swung his iron fist and his majestic fist, showing extremely terrifying power. Although he did not display his true strength at all, he shocked countless powerful people just by using what he had already performed.

Amid the roar of fists that shocked the sky, a powerful man with a dusk blood-breaking void who was hit by the soul of the fist, a bunch of blood exploded out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, like a meteor falling into the earth.

"Tongwu is a thousand victories, a thousand victories!"

Seeing this scene, the battlefield seemed to have a pause for a moment, and then a deafening shout sounded.

Anyone with a little judgment knows that Dongwu has won this battle.
Chapter completed!