The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1271 Battle of Fate (5)

The phenomenon of many ants killing elephants exists, but don't forget that qualitative changes can only be caused when the number reaches a certain level.

Emperor Yan, Cui Pan, the head of the four judges, and the ecstasy make black and white impermanent.

If these people can be wiped out in one go, the underworld is likely to collapse in an instant.

But obviously, the number advantage of the temple is too weak, and it is not enough for them to realize their long-cherished wish for many years.

"Crack!"

As a red robe hit the mountain wall fiercely, the red-robed bishop who came to the Halsey Swamp this time announced that the entire army was wiped out.

The violent impact shattered the backbone of the red-robed bishop, and he fell to the ground like a sandbag, and Cui Pan was freed from then on.

Black and white impermanence also solved the battle at this time, with the bloodstains of both the enemy and us on the body, and the eyes that have not retreated from the evil spirit, they coincidentally locked on the right envoy who was left alone!

"You don't need to intervene, I will fight him!"

Li Futu let out a deep cry, his attention was still focused on his opponent, and he turned his head to avoid the opponent's heavy straight punch.

"Nuoqiyev, don't say that you were not given a chance. When you see your God, remember not to complain."

"Emperor Yan, I also admire your self-confidence. Do you think you can really kill me with your strength?!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he has caught the death and injury of his subordinates, but as a holy envoy, as a human emperor, the right envoy did not despair because he was left alone to fight. The fighting spirit is getting higher and higher!
The fist turned into sharp claws in an instant, retracted suddenly, and the sharp edge slashed at Li Futu's cheek fiercely. At the same time, his real killing move was given to his left hand, which penetrated the fierce and domineering momentum. Under the cover of the right claw, he was extremely powerful. Tricky and fast, he directly hit Jiuwei and Tanzhong acupoints on Li Futu's chest and abdomen.

The fierce battle between the two was quick and fast, and it changed rapidly. If you don't pay attention, you may show your flaws and die on the spot. The precise timing, the perfect fit between offense and defense, and the smooth and fast connection of moves can be seen. Said to exceed the limit of the human body.

Although this is a bloody and brutal fight, it is also a visual feast full of violent aesthetics!

The entire army of his subordinates was annihilated, and he was indeed in a desperate situation, but if he could kill Emperor Yan, he would be able to fight for that chance of survival in this desperate situation!
Jiuwei point and Tanzhong point are the two dead points of the human body!

As long as one of them is hit, even if Emperor Yan cannot be killed in one fell swoop, it is enough to disintegrate most of his combat power.

He knows the structure of the human body like the back of his hand!
The killing move as precise as a scalpel attacked the death acupoint, and at the moment when the right envoy thought he was about to succeed, Li Futu's figure suddenly disappeared.

That kind of feeling, as if there was a gap in time and space, and the opponent had traveled to another time and space in vain. The sudden jump of vision and consciousness made the right envoy tremble involuntarily, and wanted to change his tactics again, but it was too late.

You must know that this level of hand-to-hand competition is not only about the most essential hard power, but also the role of the mind, which cannot be ignored in the fight to the death.

The target disappeared, and the right ambassador was instantly alert, but a hand still appeared from an unexpected angle.

"Snapped!"

A slap across the face was firmly slapped on his face.

The momentum was heavy, and a thread of blood appeared in the corner of Zuo Shi's mouth in an instant.

All the spectators fell into a trance for a moment.

The right envoy of the temple was slapped in the face?

As the saying goes, you don't slap someone in the face when you beat someone, let alone the one who is beaten is the supreme emperor of the world.

The sharp contrast between status and experience made most people feel a little lost.

"This slap is for the undead who died on the banks of the Weishui River."

Li Futu's eyes were dark and deep.

"You may not know his name, please remember, his name is Lonely Soul."

After half a year, the two sides in the war have not changed, but the situation has turned upside down. The temple and the right envoy have become the party that is at the end of its rope.

"Hahaha... Your underworld is a group of evil spirits abandoned by the Lord. They are the filth and cancer of this world. Death is your best affiliation."

The right envoy suddenly laughed wildly, as if insane.

"Do you think there is only one him? The destiny cannot be violated. A group of ghosts and monsters who can only survive in the dark are trying to resist the will of the Lord. Emperor Yan, you, you, will die like him. The difference is only sooner or later That's all."

The blood-red eyes swept over the faces of Li Futu, Cui Pan and others. The right envoy of the temple, which represents light and holiness, has completely lost control of his emotions at this moment.

The injury caused by that loud slap was not worth mentioning, but the blow to his dignity was devastating.

As a human emperor, as a holy envoy, he is already a real god in human society.

When did he ever think that he would be slapped, and when did anyone dare to slap him? !
Humiliation like a tsunami turned into fury like a volcanic eruption, his right eye was about to burst, his body leaped, his legs twirled, and he kicked frantically at Li Futu's chest.

For people of their level, the weight of dignity far outweighs life and death!
"Destiny? Nokiyev, you are just a mortal, and because you put on this layer of golden robes, you think you can represent the will of the sky?"

Li Futu's expression finally showed a gloomy look, his body swayed left and right following the opponent's toes, and at the same time, he pushed forward with his right hand that had just thrown an earth-shattering palm.

"In my opinion, your holy temple is the world's biggest place to deceive the world, and you claim to be the messenger of the Lord. Let me see if your Allah can save your life!"

boom!
His legs were like the wind, invisible to the naked eye. Although the right envoy didn't hit the Achilles' heel of the chest and abdomen as expected, he still landed on Li Futu's right shoulder with a frenzied round of kicks.

The huge and fierce force suddenly exploded, and Li Futu's right shoulder was instantly bruised, blood spattered, and even his clothes were torn apart. At the same time, Li Futu's palm also hit the target firmly On the right make the chest area.

It is not inferior to the force from the toes of the right envoy pouring out, like a stormy sea, the chest of the right envoy is like a dam, blocking it tightly, but the huge waves coming from the impact are too violent, with a 'click', the high The dam burst, the flood burst, and Li Futu and Li Futu flew upside down at the same time.

"Emperor Yan!"

Hei Wuchang's eyes showed nervousness, and he couldn't help but took a step forward.

Li Futu, who retreated six or seven steps away, breathed heavily and raised his hand.

It was just a simple movement of raising his hand, but it made his right arm tremble slightly, and the burst of pain in his right shoulder made him frown involuntarily.

Right Shi's kick almost broke his shoulder blade.

Of course, the right envoy who had been completely slapped by him must not feel very well at this time.

"Hehehehe..."

The right envoy held his chest, blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth unceasingly, it was shocking, even his body was slightly bent, unable to stand upright completely.

He knew the structure of the human body like the back of his hand, and the piercing pain three inches below his chest reminded him that two ribs might have broken under the huge impact just now.

The subordinates were all killed and injured, and he himself was seriously injured. The Allied forces were about to retreat.

But with his eyes fixed on Li Futu, the impoverished right holy envoy of the temple actually smiled strangely.

(End of this chapter)