Omnipresent God of War: Two hundred and eighty-two chase battle next
Text 282 Pursuing War II
Wu Shizong doesn't care about geniuses, because all who can come here are geniuses, but they are of different degrees.
As the head of the inner courtyard, the few people present at the scene don't know how many geniuses they missed, but few people, like Wei He, can make them feel distracted.
If Wei He had been included in the entry wall at the beginning, it might be a different situation now.
Aoba couldn't hold back these thoughts in her heart.
It's a pity....
She is a pity that Yan Jiuzhen died, and it is also a pity that Wei He is about to fall.
The master of the Three Main Peaks was furious and went down to hunt down. Wei He would not have been spared at all.
"Brother... After so many years, are you still using another way to make me forget you?" Aoba sighed softly, turning around and finally leaving.
Unlike the indifference of the inner courtyard and the outer courtyard, the response of the three main peaks was faster than expected.
Two hours later.
Two people descended from Yuya Peak, without taking anyone, and went straight to the direction of Wandumen in the Heiwu Mountain Range.
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The light and shadow are dappled in the dense forest, constantly passing through the convoy.
Wei He sat quietly on the last carriage.
The horses in the trailer are not ordinary horses, but semi-exotic horses mixed with the blood of special exotic animals.
This kind of horse has much stronger muscles than ordinary horses, amazing endurance, keen senses, and IQ slightly higher than ordinary livestock.
Wei He sat on the side of the car with the door open and his legs hanging in the air. He sighed as he listened to the voices of other people in the convoy and the screaming of children.
He felt the rough texture on the wooden slats beside the legs.
"Unconsciously, I also became the most annoying type."
He is actually an ordinary person, and he just wants to live an ordinary quiet life.
Unfortunately, even such a simple wish has never been achieved.
Every moment, he is making arrangements and planning for all possible threats and dangers.
I also spend a lot of time in practicing martial arts every day. There are no holidays, no entertainment, very little friendship with friends, and some are just hard work, hard work, hard work!
"Master, the Jinzhou boundary line is in front. There is a boundary marker." The guard accompanying one side cautiously approached a little and whispered.
This guard was only released from the dungeon. He was locked with poison, and he had been burned out of his temper. Now he was scared when he saw Wei He.
Or rather, since the war last night.
In the entire Ten Thousand Poison Sect, including the disciples, no one is afraid to see Wei He.
Killing is very simple, but being able to kill is so scary that it is a skill.
"How long will it take to get to Weifang City?" Wei He asked casually.
"According to our speed, it will take another month or so. We are already fast, and all vehicles are at least twice as fast as the normal fleet." The man answered carefully.
"As soon as possible." Wei He said simply.
He suddenly moved his ears, supported with one hand, and jumped off the ground.
"I'm going to relax, you continue on the road, I will chase after a while."
Abandoning the sentence, he unfolded his posture, flew up and down a few times, and disappeared into the dense forest in a blink of an eye.
The speed was so fast that the rest of the team didn't even notice Wei He was leaving.
The sect master is too fast, appearing and disappearing from time to time, this is commonplace.
Even if someone finds out, I guess they won’t care. Everyone is used to it.
Wei He drove back about a mile, then stopped by the side of the road, found a bluestone and sat cross-legged.
He felt someone catching up from afar, and it was very fast.
After he killed the two heads of the hospital in person last night, someone blatantly chased up, and his identity could be guessed without even thinking about it.
Must be a master of the Three Main Peaks of Wu Shizong.
This time, it's different from the soft egg before.
This time it must be a tough battle.
Wei He adjusted his breathing and sorted out his physical condition.
Before playing Yan Jiuzhen three people, it is impossible to test how strong he is. Because the three of them are like soap bubbles, they break at the touch of a touch.
This time, the Wu Shizong will inevitably send Ming Gan.
At this time in March, winter is just over, the leaves in the forest are dim and gloomy, and the cold wind pierces through the gaps, like some kind of musical instrument.
Not long after waiting, Wei He heard two shadows rushing over on the official road.
No horses, no rides, just driving with legs and feet.
Both of them are dressed in pure white robes. Their robes are different from ordinary robes. Their arms have been changed to short sleeves. Under the sleeves, they wear circles of gray-white bandage-like cloth.
A variety of Taoist symbols and runes are written and painted on the cloth strips in light red writing.
Looking from a distance, there is a slight mystery.
Soon, the two also saw Wei He waiting on the side of the road and stopped quickly.
The two are tall and thin, and the other is short and fat. They look no different from the ordinary Taoist priests they meet on the side of the road.
But only Wei He could feel the huge fluctuations in blood and strength that radiated from their bodies at this time.
That kind of feeling is like standing on the edge of a high-temperature steel furnace, and you can feel a wave of heat oncoming at any time.
At this time, these two people are like two undisguised steelmaking furnaces.
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The tall and thin Taoist holds a scroll of portraits in his hands, unfolds it, and looks at Wei He.
"Weihe of Wandumen?" he asked sharply.
"Exactly. Are you two?" Wei He stood up and patted the gray standing on his robe.
"Song Pavilion."
"Song Xian Pavilion."
A simple reply for each of them.
"Killing the two heads of the inner courtyard, you have strength and courage. Brother Wei, speaking of it, if you and I get along in different places, I don't necessarily have the courage of you." The tall and thin old man Song Ting said loudly.
"Big brother, what's going on with so much, he has to go back to the mountain as soon as he solves it, otherwise it will be troublesome when the time is up!" Another person Song Xiange said impatiently.
"What's the hurry, it's hard to come down, things must always be done successfully." Song Ting replied.
"What do you want to say?" Wei He was also happily procrastinating, and he was also observing the two Ming Sense masters of Wu Shizong.
Speaking of which, he didn't have much Ming Sense, so he was extremely unfamiliar with this level.
Now that I have the opportunity, I have to learn about it.
"I want to ask, why did you kill you at the time? You can obviously arrest people first, and after they are taken, you won't be completely stalemate with my Wu Shizong and forge death feuds." Song Ting asked curiously. .
He doesn't seem to care about Song Qinghu and Yan Jiuzhen's death, but simply puzzles the answer to this question.
"..." Wei He fell silent.
"Why, is there anything unspeakable?" Song Ting asked in surprise.
"No.... There is nothing bad to say." Wei He sighed, "Actually, the truth is that I didn't intend to kill anyone.....Unexpectedly, they couldn't stop it..."
"....." This time it was Song Ting's turn to be silent.
"Okay, big brother, what do you say so much, and solve the problem with your hands! Hurry up! I have to go back to practice and train my mind soon!" Song Xiange urged again.
"You are very interesting." Song Ting looked at Wei He regretfully, "I heard that I was a person without any branch of Shizong at the beginning, but it's a pity that you didn't get into the inner courtyard because of your bad luck. Scenery."
He walked a few steps forward, stood still, untied his upper body robe, and threw it to the side of a tree branch to hang it.
"Wan Dumen was born in Tianyinmen. Speaking of it, I also played against Shangguanji. Since his father failed, the guy has gone from bad to worse, and his energy is worse than every day.
At the realm of my generation, martial arts cultivation, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and if you retreat, you will be in danger, but he doesn't understand this truth. It's a pity..."
"Big brother! Just say a few words!" The pudgy old man Song Xiange shouted again, yelling impatiently.
"Okay, okay, Wei boy, I am not the trash in the door that you played against before, be careful, my shot is very heavy." Song Ting seemed to have a good impression of Wei He, and seriously reminded.
"Song Ting Song Ting..." Wei He suddenly seemed to think of something. He used to read books in Tianya Building and knew a little about many of the older masters in Taizhou.
The name Song Ting was active eighty years ago. At that time, he was a top powerhouse with a record in the Annals of the State.
Looking at the records in the classics, it should be the person who has been the first seat of the seventh courtyard in the inner courtyard.
"Are you...the third master of Taizhou eighty years ago, Kanshan Boxing Song Ting?" Wei He suddenly remembered, his face was stunned.
"Haha, it seems that I still have some reputation. There are still people who remember my old man. It is rare." Song Ting immediately became happy.
"If this is the case, then I will... leave you a breath!"
The voice just fell.
Song Ting stepped forward, arching his body.
His! !
His muscles all over his body quickly swelled and enlarged, and his dark skin quickly turned black and red.
In less than two seconds, he changed from a tall and thin old man who was a few meters tall to a strong man in his early two meters.
"The Shadow End."
Song Ting turned his feet, and the burly figure turned into a phantom in an instant, rushing towards Wei He.
Boom! !
The continuous sound of rapid and heavy footsteps, because of the excessive speed and rhythm, merged into a blast.
Wei He only felt a flower in front of him, and he walked in front of him.
He didn't dare to neglect, the strength of his whole body that he had prepared suddenly exploded, the locked blood rushed out, and his body swelled suddenly, regaining his three-meter body shape.
Boom! ! !
The two shots at the same time, one with a back fist and the other with a broken heart mark.
With a punch and a palm, two majestic strengths, one agile and mysterious, and the other thick and tough, fight equally.
After one move.
The two stepped back a few steps each, standing still and breathing again.
"There are two things!" Song Ting smiled, "It's not really strong, but it can block the real strength, it's interesting."
"The predecessors are not bad too." Wei He felt at ease. This is the true normality of Minggan's strength.
If it were all **** like Yan Jiuzhen before, then he would be really disappointed in Minggan's realm.
The danger is so great and the benefits are so few. It's not proportional at all.
He estimated the strength of the opponent's active power~IndoMTL.com~ couldn't penetrate his protective power, but he could feel the threat.
In contrast, Song Ting is still worse than Youfu, and stronger than Zhu Chen. It should look like a three-headed raccoon.
"Come again!"
The two stopped talking nonsense, and they stepped forward to face-to-face confrontation.
Both of them are good at frontal combat. They have the strength of Wu Shi Hui Shan Quan. They are known for their heavy weight, steady and comprehensive boxing, and both offensive and defensive methods.
At this time, Wei He really realized the real power of Wu Shizong.
Song Ting's strength is not really strong, and the strength special effects are only aggravated. Among the many special effects, the bonus is about half, not very strong.
The skill of Huishan Boxing is not very powerful, it can only be regarded as the mean.
But it doesn't seem to be very powerful, but when the three are fused together, it seems to produce a chemical reaction, making Song Ting's offensive like a mountain.
As you advance and retreat, it feels like a mountain is moving.
The offensive is strong and unassailable.
Wei He relied on his body speed to speed up and circle, trying to find the flaw in the blind spot, but after a few turns, he couldn't find the flaw in Song Ting.
A simple set of Huishan fist, combined with the lingering real strength, actually formed a flawless defense like an iron curtain.
In the end, Wei He could only confront Song Ting face to face.
You punch me and the two of you fight each other head-on. Real energy is also consumed positively as Fuhaijin.
For a time, the heavy impact continued to explode, and no one can do anything about it.
Song Ting can't break Wei He's defense force, and Wei He can't break Song Ting's iron curtain of body protection.
Just when he was thinking about using Denglou and Jinghongjue, Song Xiange on the side moved.
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