"Brother Fang!"

Zhang Junming and Fang Xi stood side by side, looking at the Yuanhe Mountain stronghold under the cloudy sky.

During these days, he and Fang Xi teamed up to kill Yuanhe Mountain's outgoing team to pieces. They killed Yuanhe Mountain until it could not retreat. He let out a fierce breath, and suddenly felt comfortable in his heart: "Now Yuanhe Mountain can't retreat."

There are not many disciples in Heshan, and only one Qiao Wuyang can fight, but he can't retreat. What should we do next?"

"It's very simple. Enter through the main entrance. You hold Qiao Wuyang while I kill Linghuyang. It's that simple!"

Fang Xi calculated the strengths of both parties and made a decision.

At this time, the strength of the two sides is changing. Take action when it is time to take action without any hesitation!

Today, there are not many disciples left in the Yuanheshan branch, and they cannot satisfy the premise that too many ants will kill the elephant.

"Just right! A certain family wants to be a pioneer!"

Zhang Junming laughed loudly and strode out to the main entrance of the Yuanhe Mountain stronghold.

He exhaled loudly, and the muscles all over his body squirmed. Tumors appeared one after another on his arms, as if he concentrated all his strength into a punch and punched it out!

Open the sky with one punch!

Bang!

The heavy and solid door fell apart instantly.

Then, Zhang Junming rushed into the Yuanhe Mountain stronghold like a chariot, and the screams of a large number of disciples were heard.

"Huh?"

Fang Xi stepped lightly, and she jumped several feet and climbed to the top of the wall.

He sat back and watched Zhang Junming massacre the disciples of Yuanhe Mountain, but he was a little surprised in his heart.

‘Where is Linghu Yang?’

‘And Qiao Wuyang didn’t even take action?’

Something went wrong, and Fang Xi refrained from taking action. She lurked all the way and followed Zhang Junming, who was killing everyone.

"Haha... How dare a group of cowards come to surround me and kill me?"

Zhang Junming knocked over a Yuanheshan disciple with one punch and then stepped on him with his foot.

The head under his feet exploded like a watermelon, red and white flowing all over the floor.

This scene looked terrifying, but as a true warrior, it couldn't move his mind at all.

Even if he has a slightly kind heart, he will never have the Holy Mother's heart when he encounters an enemy who wants to kill him.

In this age where you may starve to death at any time, kindness to others is cruelty to yourself.

Zhang Junming fought his way to the inner courtyard and felt something was wrong: "Linghuyang, Qiao Wuyang...get out of here!"

The next moment, a door shattered.

Among the countless sawdust flying around, a figure struck out and struck out with a palm.

Zhang Junming's muscles all over his body squirmed and he connected with his fists.

Bang!

The moment the fists and palms were exchanged, Zhang Junming felt a terrifying force, like an overwhelming force, breaking through his peak strength.

Poof!

His cloud whale body was torn, and he flew backwards violently, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

Zhang Junming half-knelt on the ground, looked at a figure in front of him, and called out word by word: "Ling, Hu, Yang?"

The only person who can easily defeat the burst of real power in his body is a true martial artist!

"Are you just the mouse who has been hiding in the outside world?"
Chapter completed!