C348 (2/2)

It is clear that our side has the advantage, but it has such a strange and unexplained feeling. People believe in their intuition, and they all attack if they don't want to happen later.

”No matter how many, I'm not afraid.” Wei Xi said in a loud voice.

This kind of self-confidence feeling he likes very much, is chased for several days, Wei Xi said in the heart is not depressed, that is false. At the moment all vent out, no matter how many people you are, I don't have any.

It was this feeling that made Wei Xi feel comfortable physically and mentally. There seemed to be a steady stream of strength in his body. He made several punches one after another, but he didn't feel exhausted. The injuries suppressed in the body seem to disappear completely at the moment.

Back to light?

That's all. With the help of this force, we can kill as many as we can! Since the world has given me the name of ”blood monk”, I can't insult it.At this moment of life and death, Wei Xi can't think about anything else. He just follows his own feelings. As long as he has strength, he will fight out. As for the others, he can't manage them now.

The attack was more and more fierce. However, the attacks that hit Wei Xi were completely resisted by the thirteen Taibao's hard Qigong.

Although Wei Xi has been injured at the moment, although the blood on his body surface is exhausted, he seems to have never heard of it.

Finally, there is the peak of the strong can not bear the burden, the corner of the mouth spilled blood, his viscera in this fierce offensive, has been cracked, he now every step, accompanied by a heartrending pain.

The action is involuntarily slow, the Wei Xi in the attack blows to kill in the past, that peak superior directly and completely accepted this blow. The fist Gang hit him in the chest. His ribs were broken and turned into a sharp blade, penetrating into his own viscera.

How fragile is a man's viscera, and his viscera are cracked. At the moment, the blow on the chest was his scythe.

With unwilling, with unbelievable, the peak of the strong slowly fell down.

Everyone had a good view of this scene, and everyone looked into Wei Xi's eyes with deep fear.

How could the blood monk be so strong? After being chased to this point, there are countless spirit level masters around him under the encirclement and killing of five peak masters. He can even kill a peak master. He looks like he's bleeding all over, but he's not exhausted.

Everyone was shocked, including the remaining four top experts. They couldn't help stepping back. Their movements were slow and they were all planning to retreat.

”Why not go on? In this way, I won't be polite. ”

You're welcome. You're welcome.

Wei Xi took a step forward, three golden fists in succession, and shot a top master at the same time.

Yi Wei likes his fighting power at the moment. Even if he is a fierce fighter, these top experts need to resist with all their strength. What's more, it's three fists at the moment.

Golden fist Gang, ”Swastika” word Buddha seal winding, looks sacred and solemn, but comparable to death's sickle.

Although the top master tried his best to resist, it was of no help. He was directly engulfed by Sandao boxing gang. Under the word ”Swastika”, there was no body.

”That's all.” Wei Xi has an excellent poss. The tone of speaking is ethereal, giving people a feeling of taking advantage of the wind.

”Is that all? Then you pick me up and try. ”

In the void, a more ethereal voice sounded.

The tone is icy, which makes people feel creepy. The power of terror has been destroyed.

Chaka ~

when the black air stream carries the power of terror down, the void sounds broken one after another, as if the rules of heaven and earth are bowing down at this moment to make way for the power of terror.

A terrible scene appeared, more than a dozen members of the black blood party in the spirit level were directly shocked to death by the aftershocks of this power.

”Back up, back up.” The face of the top Mafia masters changed greatly. The mysterious master who thought he was invisible was his own, but he didn't want to kill him when he saw someone, no matter who died.

At this moment, Wei Xi's face also changed. He swore that he was forced to be split. Wei Xi retreats decisively when the wind blows at his feet.

The black torrent of terror swept down, as if the thunder, in an instant. Dozens of opera house and black blood party members were wiped out. Wei liked to escape quickly, but he also suffered the aftereffects of strength.

All over a shock, a mouthful of blood spewed out, Wei Xi whole person was thrown away.

Just landed, regardless of a mouthful of soil, Wei Xi scrambled up and looked back a little.

Just now, the place where he was standing was dozens of meters away. There was no vegetation. A large area of wheat fields was destroyed and all the living creatures were covered with charcoal. It was like a miniature version of the end of the world.