Chapter 1168 The First God of War

in the History The moment the axe chopped down, the wind howled and the golden light flashed.

In the rolling golden light, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out, and then, under my astonished gaze, they actually grasped the axe.

Silence.

At this moment, the whole old forest was dead silent.

The howling wind dissipated, and the flashing golden light also faded.

At this time, Mao Buhui stood straight, tall, like a towering and immovable mountain, and the mountain-splitting axe with the power of a cliff was grasped by him. No matter how hard the King Kong of Creation tried, he couldn't continue to fall.

"This...this..." King Kong of Creation stared with eyes wide open, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

His greatest advantage was his strength and physique, but at this moment, the strength and physique he was so proud of were crushed by someone, and in a very easy way!

For a moment, his face changed drastically, from disbelief to rage.

"Ah..."

He roared, and as he roared, golden light burst out from his body again, but the next second, his roar suddenly stopped, but Mao Buhui stretched out a hand and grabbed his throat.

Immediately afterwards, King Kong's tall figure was actually lifted up by Mao Buhui with one hand.

At this moment, Mao Buhui held a splitting axe in one hand and a scimitar with the other. His muscles suddenly tightened, and the crisp sound of "crackling" was like frying beans, and it kept bursting out from his body. Strong

, domineering, mighty...

Countless words praising men flashed through my mind one by one, as if these words were born for Mao Buhui at this moment.

Even though I am a man, I was shocked by the domineering power that Mao Buhui exploded at this moment.

"Is this the divine fight? It is worthy of being known as the first physical skill in the cultivation world." I swallowed my saliva with a "gulp".

There are many types of physical skills, including ordinary physical fitness, such as some shallow boxing techniques such as Tai Chi, and the inheritance of ancient martial arts. This category is basically inherited by ancient martial arts families. They all have their own unique practice methods, and some can even be practiced without the sense of Qi.

However, the physical skills in the practice world are matched with the skills of their own practice. For example, the pig-killing knife method of the predecessor Pao Zhen must be combined with the corresponding practice method. There is also the magic fighting technique of the Maoshan School. To practice this technique, you must have a rich Qi as support, and the Maoshan unique Turtle Breathing Technique is famous for its rich Qi.

It can be said that if you want to practice the magic fighting, you must first practice the Turtle Breathing Technique. These two techniques complement each other and are indispensable.

"This domineering momentum and violent power... Who is the god that Mao Buhui invited?" I looked at Mao Buhui and couldn't help muttering.

But then, my heart shuddered.

Because I suddenly wanted to say what Mao Buhui had said before.

He once said to Kaitian Jingang, then I will let you see what it means to have the strength to pull mountains and the spirit to cover the world.

After that, he raised his head and roared, and the wind started...

"Could it be that the one he invited was Xiang Yu, who was called the first war god of the ages?"

I was shocked and completely stunned.

That was Xiang Yu, a great man who was well recorded in both official history and unofficial history, not the kind of person who was only mentioned in a few words. Such a person

was worshipped by countless people, and some places even built sculptures and temples of Xiang Yu.

Such a famous person in history, admired by countless people, is the most difficult to invite. Moreover, Xiang Yu has great luck. He was even close to being crowned emperor.

And Mao Buhui actually invited such a great man?

How much Qi must be supported to do this?

"No wonder Mao Buhui can be compared with Mr. Huang, who is the second in command of Wushu Mountain. It turns out that I underestimated his strength before!"

At this time, a cold snort was heard, and then Mao Buhui grabbed the axe in one hand and the Vajra of Creation in the other hand, and shook them violently.

There was a "bang", and the huge body of the Vajra of Creation was smashed to the ground.

At that moment, the ground, which had sunk several centimeters, sank again, and the rolling dust rose up. The Vajra of Creation let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Stop, you ant!" Mao Buhui said these words coldly, and then he grabbed the Vajra of Creation again.

His movements were so light that you couldn't even feel him exerting any strength. However, the huge body of the Vajra of Creation in his hands was like a little chicken, and he picked it up lightly.

Then, he was slammed to the ground again.

Simple.

Brutal!

There were no fancy moves or fancy actions. He just used the simplest and most labor-saving method to slam Vajra to the ground again and again.

After repeating this five times, Vajra, who was originally screaming, became completely silent. His tall body seemed to fall apart, and he lay limply on the ground. His flesh and blood were smashed into pulp and splashed everywhere. Blood

kept flowing out of Vajra's mouth and nose. He looked dazed, his eyes were blurred, and his mouth opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't make a sound.

"Some powers can only be experienced at the cost of one's life. However, since you have already experienced them, you can die without regrets."

Mao Buhui said in a low voice, and then he raised his foot and stomped hard on the head of King Kong.

With a muffled sound of "puff", red and white liquid immediately spurted out, and King Kong's body also trembled violently, and then there was no movement or life.

After doing all this, Mao Buhui suddenly trembled, and the arrogant and domineering aura on his body also dissipated violently, and his originally resolute and cold face also turned pale.

With a sound of "wow", Mao Buhui spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then he sat down on the ground, panting.

He returned to his previous somewhat wretched appearance, spat out a mouthful of blood, and cursed in a low voice: "Master, if I had known the sequelae would be so serious, I would not have pretended to be so arrogant. As expected, pretending to be arrogant comes at a price!"

Mao Buhui's words made my mouth twitch, but at this time, I heard a trembling "hum" sound, and I turned my head suddenly, and then I saw that the Soul-Slaying Blade was actually wrapped in blood, like a person who had eaten a lot and was supported, swaying in the air, and flying towards me crookedly.