Zhan Wuque shouted loudly, and his qi and blood burst out to the extreme. The bronze bells and drums sounded and shaking continuously, as if a great demon was about to be born.

The face of the master of the big clock changed, and he pointed out, and the bronze bell immediately began to shrink.

Obviously, he wanted to squeeze Zhan Wuque into meat paste.

But the big clock shrank to halfway and could no longer urinate. It trembled violently, and cracks suddenly appeared and spread rapidly throughout the entire surface of the big clock.

"boom!"

The big clock exploded suddenly, and a figure rushed out, and in an instant, he came to the master of the big clock and punched out.

Nine dragon shadows flashed by in the fist. The other party hurriedly dodged, but was still shattered by Zhan Wuque's punch and retreated quickly.

Zhan Wuque sighed in his heart.

This punch only has the power of nine small dragons. If he could master the worldly secret technique of the True Dragon Fist, no one would be able to stop him.

But unfortunately, the divine beast clan has long been extinct and the secret techniques have long been lost. Even if the battle in the previous life is invincible, and searching for the world, nothing can be found.

On the field, Zhan Wuque bombed the man away, and the rest immediately surrounded him.

Zhan Wuque retreated, but at this moment, an illusory dagger flashed out of the void and stabbed Zhan Wuque's back.

The next moment, Zhan Wuque's head shone brightly, shattering the dagger.

"It's you!"

Zhan Wuque's eyes were like lightning, staring at someone.

It was a short old man, and he was shocked at this moment.

He is the owner of Fenghua Xueyue Tower. He once said that he wanted to kill Zhan Wuque. He just hid in the crowd and used the secret technique of soul attack to injure people with the secret sword.

But he didn't expect Zhan Wuqueqiang to be terrible, and instantly reacted and shattered his way of shattering his way.

Zhan Wuque snorted coldly, punched out, nine dragons flew out, and reunited Jiuguiyi, instantly landed on the short old man, and his flesh and blood exploded. The short old man was just the seventh level of the Martial Emperor's cultivation level, and could not stop him at all, and died on the spot.

Although he killed two people one after another, Zhan Wuque was not feeling well and was attacked from both sides. Fortunately, he was superb in body skills and never fell into the siege and kept wandering around the edge.

Even so, the situation is still quite bad.

Because the eight half-step martial spirits did not take action, they were always waiting and watching.

There are still some strong people in the dark, lying dormant in the void, watching coldly.

"Bang!"

Without even notice for a moment, Zhan Wuque was hit hard and flew backwards.

This is a man with an extremely burly figure, with his muscles coiled like a dragon, holding an eight-edged bright golden hammer in his hand, with great strength. He fell behind Zhan Wuque's back and knocked him away.

This person is born with divine power. He is a real physical cultivation and the guardian god of the third-class Fengfeng Empire. He reached the peak of the Martial Emperor and was called the King of Power!

The power of this hammer is more than ten thousand pounds.

Zhan Wuque felt like he was hit by a mountain behind him, his eyes were filled with stars and his body was trembling.

He endured a mouthful of blood and followed the force to rush towards the two Wu Emperors who could not dodge, and it was like teleporting and directly hitting it.

The blood fog exploded in the sky!

The two Martial Emperors were killed on the spot.

But this scene not only did not make everyone afraid, but instead aroused the resentment in their hearts and made the move even more fiercely.

The field was in chaos, and the Martial Emperor was severely injured and bombarded, and some even died on the spot.

Zhan Wuque's body injuries continued to increase, and even if his body was strong, he could not resist so many attacks.

His left arm was lowered, and his joint muscles and bones were broken. There was a gap across his palm on his abdomen. You could even faintly see the internal organs squirming inside it, and blood flowed.

As for the wounds on the body, there are countless.

Nearby, six martial emperors' physical cultivators attacked him, and swords, sticks, and hammers were fighting against him.

In the distance, someone bent his bow and arrow. The bow body was made of the spine of the fifth-level tiger demon. The string was the fifth-level dragon tendon. When he pulled the bow, the sound of dragon roaring and tiger roaring came out.

He was a middle-aged man in the half-step martial spirit realm. He had a slender figure and extremely strong body. He carried nine arrows. Each arrow was a top-level Xuan-level, extremely sharp, and could burst a hill at any time.

"call out!"

He stood in the void, with a cold and ruthless expression. He suddenly let go, and the arrow shot towards Zhan Wuque's head like thunder.

Zhan Wuque was keen on his mind and immediately noticed it and slapped his backhand.

"Sharp!"

The fleshy palm collided with the sharp arrow, and the sound of metal collision was heard.

The sharp arrow was hit hard by Zhan Wuque and immediately deviated from the flight trajectory, killing the three Wu Emperors who were unable to dodge on the spot.

Zhan Wuque's pupils shrank slightly when he saw it.

"Can you even have a half-step martial spirit?" Zhan Wuque said intimately, and took the initiative to jump into the siege of many martial emperors to prevent being besieged by eight and a half-step martial spirits.

He was in too serious injuries.

The left arm was almost destroyed, and the palm of his right hand was almost penetrated by the arrow just now. Even if he could dodge, he was still shattered into blood and blood.

At this time, Zhan Wuque stood in the field with a knife in his hand, facing the emperors, with more than twenty corpses lying under his feet.

More than twenty high-level martial emperors have died at his hands.

And even though he was seriously injured, he still did not fall down.

No one saw that as time passed, the ninth small vein in Zhan Wuque's body was slowly condensed, like a dormant real dragon, slowly awakening.

The attacks hit Zhan Wuque's body kept trembling the ninth small vein.

The ninth small meridian, Zhan Wuque, always tried to break open, but it never succeeded. It seemed to have reached a bottleneck. Even though it had stored enough energy, it still couldn't open it.

But at this time, under the siege of the crowd, the ninth small vein began to condense.

The Chaos Battle Body is originally born for the battle, fighting for blood, and sublimating the limit. The more tragic the battle, the faster it will improve.

"A bunch of waste, get out of here!"

The middle-aged man holding a bow and arrow shouted coldly, then he put three long arrows on him and shot towards Zhan Wuque.

The Wu Emperor, who was sieging, looked shocked and retreated quickly.

Three arrows, one aims at the forehead, one aims at the heart, and the other aims at the dantian.

Three sure-kill arrows.

Zhan Wuque's face was slightly solemn, and he could only block one of these three arrows!

Slashed out with one knife.

It collided fiercely with the sharp arrow shot towards the forehead.

At the same time, the other two arrows were shot all into the battlefield.

"It's done!"

The middle-aged man was delighted.

If an arrow shot in the heart and an arrow shot in the dantian, this kind of injury will surely be dead!

"Young Master!"

Long Yunyun covered her chest tightly, and the pain was so painful that she suffocated.

"You can do your best to the sky, but you're dead!" Seeing this scene, Jian Lingtian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He didn't expect that Zhan Wuque was so powerful and hidden so deeply. He could still kill more than twenty people under the siege of so many people. He was simply a monster!

"Next year today, I will burn you a few more paper money," a cold flashed in Long Jiaojiao's eyes.

"Grandpa, this big liar, has never taken any action until now!" Ling Feixue felt extremely uncomfortable, but she also knew that even if all of her grandfather's friends were present, it would be useless.

"Finally died," many people were trembling in their hearts. They didn't expect that a fifteen-year-old boy could be so strong. If he gave him ten or twenty years, that would be fine!

Ruins a thousand meters away.

Zhan Wuque lay quietly inside.

Just now, he was blown away by the powerful force from three sharp arrows, collapsing countless houses, and eventually fell into the ruins and buried alive.

At this moment, the ninth small meridian in the body was stimulated by the violent blow just now and finally condensed successfully.

It trembled slightly, echoing the eight fronts, and a thick stream of qi and blood overflowed, and a "crack" sound suddenly came from Zhan Wuque's body.

The broken bones are shed, the new bones are reborn, the left arm with broken joints is quickly recovered, and new flesh and blood are constantly generated on both arms.

Just now, although he blocked the arrow shot towards his forehead, the huge force was too terrifying. The flesh and blood on both arms exploded on the spot, with white bones full of bones, but now it is recovering quickly.

As for the other two arrows, they have already turned into powder.

One was shattered by the demonic heart, and the other turned into ashes before it even approached the dantian.

It is the power of the divine nature of the God King.

It entrenches in the Dantian and cannot be attacked by any force.

In just three breaths, Zhan Wuque's injuries were all recovered, and his aura was much stronger than before.

His body is stronger and his qi and blood are stronger. The nine small meridians seem to hide some unknown rule, connected from beginning to end, pushing Zhan Wuque's combat power a lot.

"Go and bring his body out!" the middle-aged man holding a bow and arrow shouted coldly.

Just finished speaking,

There was a "boom".

The ruins exploded, and Zhan Wuque walked out slowly.

He was dressed in white, spotless, his injuries were restored, his breath was like abyss and a sea, and he was extremely vigorous, and his indifferent voice resounded throughout the world.
Chapter completed!