The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 2615: It’s provocation

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Wang Meng's words can be regarded as completely provoking the strong in Yemen.

The complexities of those wild sect masters who came here at this moment are extremely ugly.

Mu Xiong, the young man in black shirt, was even more so. He stared at Wang Meng, all eyes were cold.

Mu Xiong shouted angrily: "Are the strong wind tribes so rampant? Humph! Don't think that your wind tribe has a high enough status in the Tianyuan world to be rampant. Tell you, we are not afraid of all this. "

Wang Meng heard the words, shook his head with a wry smile, and said in a mocking tone: "Do people in Yemen like to be so rational? Let's do it."

"Since you are looking for death, then don't blame us. I will kill you this time, and see if the wind clan dare to come back rampant again."

This young man in black shirt Mu Xiong is obviously a strong enough figure among the wild gates, both in strength and prestige.

He snorted coldly, and immediately rushed over to Wang Meng's side. The black stick in his hand flickered. When the stick came down, the space in front of him was shattered by the blow.

Wang Meng could see that this black stick in Mu Xiong's hand was very unusual, it should be a powerful magic weapon, and it also possessed terrifying gravity.

Seeing this, Wang Meng's eyes flashed with a strong sense of war.

For Wang Meng, he seems to have been waiting for all this.

Buzz...

The space in the palm of Wang Meng's right hand trembled violently, and the moment the golden light flickered there, the golden coffin immediately appeared.

Wang Meng held the belt and rushed up Erjin's coffin.

"Huh?"

Mu Xiong's expression changed after seeing that the magical tool in Wang Meng's hand was actually a golden coffin.

However, in this situation, Mu Xiong is not allowed to think too much.

Boom!

A loud noise.

The Erjin coffin in Wang Meng's hand and the black stick in Mu Xiong's hand clashed together, and the two collided fiercely.

The moment of contact, Mu Xiong's face changed. He felt that the golden coffin in Wang Meng's hand was tyrannical, and the gravity was even more terrifying than the heavy stick in his hand.

Mu Xiong was shocked, knowing that he had met a master.

Wang Meng is not as simple as it seems.

The heavy stick in Mu Xiong's hand is a quasi-ninth-rank magic weapon, and compared to many quasi-ninth-rank magic weapons, the heavy stick in Mu Xiong's hand has a more powerful ability, that is, gravity.

Mu Xiong's stick down, even if he doesn't urge his aura, he can crush a huge mountain range.

This is the power of the heavy stick in Mu Xiong's hand.

However, at this moment when Mu Xiong was holding a heavy club against Wang Meng, he felt a kind of pressure.

The golden coffin in Wang Meng's hand is weird, and at the moment it touches Mu Xiong's heavy stick, it is suppressed by a stronger gravity.

This made Mu Xiong feel that his palm was numb, and his tiger's mouth was shocked with blood, and even the heavy stick in his hand was about to get rid of.

"Your coffin, it's weird..." After the blow, Mu Xiong stared at Wang Meng's gold coffin in horror.

When Wang Meng heard the words, he grinned and sneered: "Where does this go, let's continue."

Wang Meng also values ​​Mu Xiong. This physical power of Mu Xiong is definitely one of the most powerful people Wang Meng has ever met.

After all, Wang Meng's blow is unparalleled, and there are not many people who can resist it.

At the moment, Mu Xiong can resist him with the seventh stage late stage, which is enough to prove his ability.

Sure enough, among the wild sects, the so-called casual cultivators are very strong and should not be underestimated.

"Come!"

I saw Wang Meng holding the golden coffin with both hands, falling from a height, and slapped Mu Xiong with a heavy blow.

Mu Xiong frowned when he saw this. After the fight with Wang Meng just now, Mu Xiong didn't dare to take it lightly.

The spiritual energy in Mu Xiong's body is continuously instilled into the heavy stick, wrapping the outer layer of the heavy stick, forming a very strong protective layer.

After that, Mu Xiong held a heavy stick in both hands, trying to resist Wang Meng's powerful attack.

Boom!

There was another loud noise.

The moment when he brought the Erjin coffin to Mu Xiong's heavy stick in Wang Meng's hand, Mu Xiong's heavy stick trembled violently, and then Mu Xiong felt both arms numb, and an indescribable feeling emerged.

The wild sect powerhouse next to him, and Feng Wuyou staring at them, they found that Mu Xiong's legs were hit directly in the ground.

Afterwards, Mu Xiong spouted blood, his face turned pale.

At this moment, anyone can tell that Mu Xiong is injured. He can only catch Wang Meng's two gravity attacks.

The youth in front of me is really terrifying.

They didn't know that there were not many people at the same level who could catch Wang Meng's two gravity attacks.

Anyone who can catch the three realms has to be much higher than Wang Meng's realm of strength, otherwise, there will be no chance at all.

"Hurry up and inform the other strong men in Yemen." Mu Xiong knew that he was no longer Wang Meng's opponent, so he shouted.

Yemen has always had the same enemy. After hearing Mu Xiong's shout at this moment, countless powerful men soon rushed through the Yemen. They immediately surrounded Wang Meng and Feng Wuyou.

This is terrifying Feng Wuyou.

"Wang Meng, what shall we do? I don't think there is any way to let this matter go." At this moment, Feng Wuyou's heart was panicked, and he wanted to know that he would not come with Wang Meng. Wang Meng's stuff is real. It's fierce enough.

Wang Meng has offended countless powerful people in the wild gate now. It is only a luxury to escape. These people today will definitely find a way to kill Wang Meng here.

As for Feng Wuyou, who came with Wang Meng, he couldn't escape either.

Wang Meng looked around, the breath of the eighth-Rank initial realm, they were all the feelings in the wild door. Unlike other power sects, Yemen did not have uniform clothing, and even the appearance was mixed, and there were many crooked melons and jujubes.

However, Wang Meng stared at them, but there was no fear in his eyes.

"You guys, let's go together."

As soon as Wang Meng's words fell, Feng Wuyou's face next to him changed, and it was hard to see the extreme.

Feng Wuyou looked at Wang Meng and wanted to kill Wang Meng alive.

Feng Wuyou thought about Brother Wang Meng, you really don’t know the ferocity of Yemen, or you really don’t know...

Now that Wang Meng provokes Yemen with such a provocation, in Feng Wuyou's eyes, it is a kind of death-seeking. The key is that if you are looking for death, you will be looking for death. Can you not hurt me?

This is Feng Wuyou's heartfelt voice at this moment, Wang Meng can't hear him at all, even if he hears Wang Meng, he won't pay attention to him.

Wang Meng now only has one idea, special people are treated specially.

In the face of these brave and ruthless sect elements, Wang Meng must fight, and he must first let them be obedient.

Why is more fierce, Wang Meng is fearless.

It means that all of you here are brothers.