Chapter 183 The Fifth Master is a Kind-hearted Person
Dodge?
Is it useful?
Lu Wenwu grinned fiercely and swung his fist, shining like a meteor.
“Oops!”
Wen Jiulong was horrified and smelled the breath of death in that powerful fist.
That kind of tyranny, that kind of "momentum" that seemed to suppress the world and crush all enemies into dust made him feel fear and threat.
It is really possible for the other party to kill him here!
It's time to put some effort into it!
Just a second before the iron fist was about to strike, a halo flashed on Wen Jiulong's body, and a strong spatial fluctuation burst out, carrying his body and instantly disappearing into the air.
Lu Wenwu's invincible fist missed half of the target and hit the void hard.
His punch missed, but not completely.
The hard ground began to shatter into pieces under the bombardment of this violent force. The shocking cracks continued to extend outward, causing the earth to groan continuously.
The shock wave that swept in all directions crushed everything in its path into the tiniest dust.
“Boom!”
Another hill collapsed.
It is even more terrifying than a natural mudslide.
An entire mountain was blown up from the middle of the mountain by a single punch, turning into flying dust all over the sky!
The powerful aftermath of the battle made the group of people hiding in the space stabilizer shield tremble.
Now the captain has begun to suspect that the intelligence provided by the higher-ups has not been updated in a timely manner.
Judging from this guy's destructive power and attack power, why is it necessary for our team to follow him?
The moment he saw the landslide, the captain suddenly realized something.
Perhaps they were not originally sent out to rescue or support this fifth brother.
We were sent here to clean up, finish things, and clean up the mess! ?
In the center of the battlefield, Wen Jiulong was spit out from the space layer.
Most of the armor on the upper body was broken into pieces, and the shoulder armor on the left arm was missing.
The stone body below was a bloody mess, and small pieces of gravel kept falling off as the body trembled, decomposing into the most primitive force of heaven and earth and earth elements in the air.
Although Lu Wenwu's punch did not trigger the resonance of spatial force, the extreme spatial affinity in his body still played a role under the powerful force.
Just a simple space shock like a natural evolution forced Wen Jiulong, who had activated the space concealment prop, out from the inside.
Fortunately, there was an old man who demonstrated the dangers of the temporary space channel in front.
Otherwise, if he had used the same precious props used to construct the space channel to dodge, he might not even be able to retrieve his ashes now.
"Three Mountains Town!"
A rough roar burst out from Wen Jiulong's throat.
The war hammer slammed into the ground, sending out a thick earthy light.
Along with it, a mouthful of blood was spat out, staining the faintly condensed shadows of the three mountains with a hint of blood.
The space shock just now injured his abdominal organs. Even with the blood of the mountain giant and the power of the earth, his recovery ability was still a little stretched.
If you forcibly activate a high-powered skill at this time, it is inevitable that you will be hit back by the recoil force.
Things like fighting spirit are all about being fierce and domineering, squeezing the human body's potential to the limit.
When they are fierce, they are really fierce. It is difficult to compare with the hexagonal warriors of the immortal cultivators in terms of explosive power.
However, once they are seriously injured or have limbs missing, their combat effectiveness will decline, and using big moves will backfire on them, which is more sad than playing with a puppet without the puppet.
Three mountain shadows instantly took shape around Lu Wenwu, surrounding him in a very strange posture and completely blocking him off.
Suddenly, the three mountains gathered towards the center and became one in an instant.
"boom!"
The deafening sound broke out again, and the earth groaned even more unbearably.
There was no trace of Lu Wenwu on the earth anymore.
Only a towering mountain remains standing.
He seemed to be suppressed!
Wen Jiulong was almost lying on the ground on all fours, breathing heavily.
The ochre-colored power of the earth penetrated into his body like a whale sucking water, constantly restoring and nourishing the injured half of his body.
Under the special effects of the Crimson Abyss equipment, the recovery process is somewhat slow.
Blood was oozing from his mouth and nose, but even so, a slight sneer still appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"A young man is still a young man after all, too young and impetuous. There are countless dungeon worlds and countless wonderful props. Even if you are proficient in the power of space, what can you do? Can you still stop all the space props?"
"You're relying on your own incredible strength to act lawless, thinking you're the Monkey King who wreaked havoc in Heaven? He was able to transcend the Three Realms and escape the Five Elements because of his background and invincible strength. What do you rely on?"
"Haha, once you are completely suppressed by my Three Mountains Suppression Weapon, I will personally come forward to take your soul!"
Just as Wen Jiulong was talking to himself, he suddenly felt unwell and spat out a mouthful of blood.
A strange sound came from the so-called Three Mountains Suppression Device.
"Crack. Bang!"
The seemingly permanent rocks of the mountain cracked, and a spear that seemed powerful enough to pierce through everything in the world pierced out from the center.
The extreme sharpness made Wen Jiulong unable to help but use his fighting spirit to protect his body. The extreme sharpness made his eyes hurt slightly.
It took him a few seconds to see clearly that it was not a spearhead at all.
But an arm!
An arm with muscular muscles and bulging veins!
That's it!
Lu Wenwu's hand!
"boom!"
While he was stunned, the Sanshan Suppressing Device exploded into pieces all over the sky.
Huge rocks flew out in all directions like a rainstorm, further destroying the earth that had already been ravaged to the point of losing its original shape.
"puff!"
The Origin Suppression Device connected to his mind was destroyed, and Wen Jiulong spat out blood again.
The backlash from the depths of his soul put him in a state of chaos.
He just watched Lu Wenwu flap his dragon wings and fall from the sky with a monstrous demonic energy, with the same hideous smile on his face.
There was a constant crackling sound coming from inside that tall and strong body, and his breath was still at its peak.
He's fine!
How could he be okay!
His flesh and blood should be crushed into pulp, his bones should be squeezed into powder, and his equipment should be shattered into a pile of scrap metal!
How could he be unharmed!
At this moment, Wen Jiulong was going crazy.
As luck would have it, Lu Wenwu looked him in the eye and said sincerely, "Your purity is very high. You hit me a little bit just now, and this is the first time in my cultivation so far."
Lu Wenwu did not lie.
The terrifying suppressive force of the Three Mountains Suppression Device had squeezed his bones into cracks like shattered porcelain.
Even the hard blood dragon scales cannot withstand it.
The feeling of having your soul crushed back and forth repeatedly was not pleasant. Even a guy like Lu Wenwu, who was like a madman in battle, felt an intense pain.
Wen Jiulong is very powerful.
But, it’s not powerful enough!
Therefore, the Sanshan Zhenqi was directly blown up from the inside by Lu Wenwu and drilled out from it!
The Sanshan Zhenqi is very powerful, but not strong enough.
It failed to kill Lu Wenwu directly, as the suppressive power that earth-attribute practitioners were good at was not effective against him.
Such attack power cannot keep up with his blood recovery speed!
"I don't believe it!"
Wen Jiulong was greatly traumatized by the failure of his attack.
He roared and rushed forward, smashing down with the war hammer in his hand, each hammer faster than the last. His feet were connected to the earth, as if miniature mountains were pressing down.
Lu Wenwu did not dodge or evade, but responded with a pair of iron fists with a grim smile, punching one after another, his blood rising, and he easily smashed the mountains into pieces.
A deafening roar erupted, and the ground within a radius of dozens of miles was sinking continuously.
The endless hills and mountains disappeared without a trace, and the aftermath of the fight between the two had expanded the original big pit again, almost becoming a small basin.
The sky was filled with flying dirt, gravel and yellow sand, creating a chaotic scene like a sandstorm.
The impact of the battle between S-level strongmen is enough to permanently change the landscape of mountains and rivers.
Wen Jiulong fought very hard, almost bleeding from the battle.
Zhan's eyes were red and bloodshot.
He was unwilling to accept and did not believe that he, who had been famous for a long time, would be surpassed by Lu Wenwu in just two or three years and defeated in the most fair way in a head-on confrontation.
He has already unleashed a fighting level far beyond his usual level, surpassing his former self.
However, Lu Wenwu's punch was too hard.
The bombardment of punches was like an iron curtain that kept rolling over, slowly crushing towards Wen Jiulong, rushing towards him with an unstoppable momentum!
After each confrontation, Lu Wenwu's own momentum increased and his fighting spirit became stronger.
On the other hand, although Wen Jiulong's moves are still sharp and fierce, he seems to be on the decline.
Lu Wenwu's punches were like machines.
Precise and powerful.
He swung a punch, and the fist swaying with strange flames passed over the war hammer and hit Wen Jiulong directly in the face, immediately knocking his body, which had become tall due to the activation of his bloodline, away.
At this time, most of Wen Jiulong's armor was shattered, his rock skin was shattered, and his face was covered in blood. Where was the high-spirited look he had before the battle?
"Your purity is very high. This battle has made me very satisfied. But now you are beginning to make me feel bored."
Lu Wenwu walked towards him slowly, speaking slowly.
"This battle should end."
"You little brat, so arrogant!"
Wen Jiulong, who had been furious for a long time, suddenly calmed down, and a smile with a hint of joy and a hint of evil appeared on his face.
"You think you're going to win?"
Before he finished speaking, Wen Jiulong suddenly stuffed some pills into his mouth.
His listless aura, which had been gradually showing signs of decline, suddenly rose to a higher level, and his ochre-colored energy surged like a stove fire filled with hot oil, rushing in all directions.
A momentum that seemed like the collapse of heaven rose and spread. Wen Jiulong, who should have been exhausted, was even stronger than before the battle.
The khaki-colored fighting spirit, as if it were real, surrounded the war hammer he held high. The rocks covering his body actually began to crumble and turned into part of the fighting spirit flame!
"Then can you take the strongest blow from me in my life?"
A loud roar was heard, and blood gushed out of Wen Jiulong's mouth, but the power of the war hammer he swung increased wildly, and surging flames appeared on his body.
At that moment, Lu Wenwu seemed to see the mythical Mount Sumeru pressing towards him.
The power released from that hammer was terrifying to the extreme.
This was the final blow that Wen Jiulong released after directly igniting his Dou Qi crystal core and all the Dou Qi in his body, burning his life, and vowing to kill Lu Wenwu here.
He is an earth-attribute practitioner who follows the mountain path.
When the mountain develops to its extreme, it becomes a landslide!
The mountain collapsed with the help of all the strength, and the power released exceeded the limit of Wen Jiulong himself.
This is his most powerful attack, and also a life-saving move.
Before the attack even landed, the ground began to crumble as it could not withstand the immense force.
Facing a hammer that seemed to be about to smash the earth, Lu Wenwu just chuckled, and his might suddenly subsided, as if he was just an ordinary person without any cultivation.
"Fifth Master, I am kind-hearted. I will use my connections to allow you to go to the underworld ahead of time and reunite with your foolish disciple in Fengdu Ghost City."
"Be careful in your next life."
A punch was thrown towards the sky, seemingly without any power.
But Wen Jiulong, who was originally confident of victory, suddenly became furious.
He only saw a demonic sword emitting murderous aura coming towards him lightly.
Before he could make any move, the devil's sword had already slashed through, wiping out his last consciousness and plunging him into eternal nothingness and tranquility.
The collapsing Mount Sumeru seemed to have lost its spirituality and turned into an ordinary landslide, losing its power.
The military killing fist reaches the pinnacle!
This battlefield boxing technique, which was originally learned by ordinary soldiers, has been transformed in Lu Wenwu's hands and is no less powerful than the foundation-level skills.
Now that it has reached the pinnacle of perfection, its power is no less than that of the evolved Tyrant Fist.
The original endless sea of blood was melted into one punch, and it burst out at once like a sword slashing down, breaking the surface with a point.
The last move of the fierce-looking but weak-hearted Wen Jiulong was easily broken by Lu Wenwu.
It’s just a pity about that pseudo-mythical war hammer.
It seemed to be a weapon similar to his innate divine weapon, or perhaps Wen Jiulong simply overloaded the hammer together with it when he released his last move.
When the battle ended, it had become a twisted pile of metal debris.
If it were a cultivation civilization, it might have some value for recycling and reuse.
But for the now "wealthy" Blue Planet, this is just non-recyclable garbage.
[You gained 100 free attribute points]
Lu Wenwu didn't care about this.
He casually reached out and grabbed Wen Jiulong's broken body.
He put his right fingers together to form a knife and slashed it across his neck.
Lu Wenwu perfectly took off the head, which was filled with intense shock and unwillingness, and drained the filthy blood inside.
"Oh, look at my memory. I forgot that your disciple died in the Divine Blessing Continent, and your soul has been scattered. How can you go back to Fengdu City in your next life?"
Lu Wenwu held Wen Jiulong's head in his hands and said to him apologetically:
"It's a sin, a sin."
(End of this chapter)
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