Chapter 4487: fury

Seeing the mid-week rushing in, the anger in my heart was extremely angry, and I didn't expect that I would be caught here because I was clever.

"Two sinners have already died. Are the Plutos all pig heads? They rushed over to give away their heads one by one!" Zhou Zhong sneered.

There is nothing polite to deal with this kind of scum of Plutoism.

It's not because the Nether God Sect is opposed to the Ancient God Sect, but the people of the Nether God Sect are all evil cultivators, regardless of the extraordinary strength of each of these sinners.

But you can feel the strong evil spirit from his body, and he can have today's achievements, and I don't know how many blood bones have accumulated behind him!

Although there was a lot of blood on his hands along the way in the middle of the week, it can be said in the middle of the week that no innocent person died under his hands.

Killing is to avoid killing, which is also the meaning of the creed in the middle of the week.

The distressed formations set up in the middle of the week are linked to each other. As long as this rage is slightly distracted, it will be hit one after another.

At that time, he could easily take it down, or even kill it instantly.

But the strength of rage itself is extremely strong, plus, his original sin power is anger, the more anger the stronger the strength.

Such an excitement in the middle of the week had a counterproductive effect, and even the rage had a faint tendency to break free from the shackles of the formation.

You must know that the strength of Rage has truly reached the peak of the late Earth Sage, although the strength of the week can be used to restrain the people of the gods.

But in the middle of the week, how dare to go to the big, if one is careless, you will lose your life and quickly draw out the bone sword to challenge.

Although the rage had a faint tendency to break free from the restriction, it was still unable to move.

Let Zhou Zhong slash one after another with sword intent on his body, Zhou Zhong didn't dare to despise him at all, he just wanted to kill him while the rage was tightened.

Unexpectedly, this rage has reached a certain level with its rough skin and thick flesh. It is as strong as Zhou Zhong's Promise Sword Intent. It only leaves a few minor injuries on the body, and it can't cause fatal injuries.

This caused an extremely headache in the middle of the week, the sharp pain of the sword intent piercing the skin, making the anger roar, and the incomparable anger directly broke away the already shaky trap.

Because the power of darkness in the middle of the week played a certain role in restraining the rage, the two of them fought hard for a while.

Rage doesn't have any weapons, just relying on a pair of punch-bag-sized fists, punch after punch mixed with the sound of breaking wind, whizzing towards the middle of the week.

The body of Dacheng in the middle of the week was not a vegetarian, with steel and iron bones. Seeing Fury without using a weapon, he directly retracted the Bone Sword and greeted him with a pair of fists.

The power of the sword **** covered his fist, and the rage punched to the flesh, each punch was shocking in the middle of the week, and the rage was not good.

His chest was directly smashed by Zhou Zhong's punch, and his whole body was bruised, but he seemed to feel no pain in his anger.

He didn't give up, he didn't mean to back down at all, and he even took the initiative to fight between the two people frantically.

In the middle of the week, there is no chance to withdraw and adjust the state.

Even the woods tens of miles in the middle of the week were beaten to ruins by the punches that the two had leaked.

After all, it was not hormones in the middle of the week. Gradually, the physical strength had begun to be a little weak. Under such a high-intensity confrontation, even if you wanted to take the pill, you couldn't tell the gods.

However, as the anger continued to accumulate, Qingming's mind began to blur, but the offensive became more fierce.

In the middle of the week, there was no right bombing, only bone shields could emerge in front of him, constantly blocking the offensive of the rage.

From offense to defense, although the consequence of defense is to become passive and lose the initiative, the physical loss is far less than offense.

Zhou Zhong was extremely curious about what exactly constituted this violent body, and he was able to fight even harder.

Say it is a puppet, but it is indeed flesh and blood, and it has its own mind before.

Seeing that the rage in front of him became more and more powerful, Zhong Zhou knew that he couldn't consume it anymore, and he also knew his physical strength before.

With a palm in the void, a bone sword quietly formed.

The power of the sword **** was released, and he continued to walk with him, although the sword aura could not produce any obvious effect.

But every sword can be sturdy and leave scars on the furious body.

In the furious eyes, the middle of the week was like a fly, and he couldn't catch it at all. After three or five rounds, he hit the ground with a punch and screamed.

With this opportunity, I saw the swords of the mid-weekly men unite, and the sword intent from Dao to Jian was swiped out in an instant.

This rage didn't have time to crush the sword intent that Zhou Zhong had cut, and Zhou Zhong's arm was cut off abruptly.

In an instant blood is like a shot!

I thought that by being so seriously injured, this rage would greatly reduce his strength, so I just took the opportunity to shoot.

However, he didn't want to care about the anger at all, leaned down, picked up the arm, and placed it on the broken arm.

Immediately afterwards, a cloud of black smoke rose from the body, and when the smoke dissipated, the severed arm was brought back alive.

It's as if not hurt at all, which is really weird!

The most appropriate word to describe this rage is a bull, rampage, powerful flesh, not even weaker than one's own great flesh.

Not afraid of pain, and the ability to recover is extremely terrifying. The wounds left on his body with the sword intent before are now healed. It is almost a fighter machine, which can be said to have no shortcomings.

Zhou Zhongzhong is also extremely anxious, although he is not afraid to blast, but he can't kill this rage.

The movement made before was already extremely great, once this rage was discovered by those who came to the ancient gods to observe the ceremony, the powerful image of the ancient gods that had previously been created would immediately collapse.

After all, this rage is nothing but the strength of the peak of the later stage of the Earth Sage, no matter how strong it is, it is invincible under the Earth Ancestor.

In the eyes of the world, the ancient Shenzong is the world's first sect, crushing the ten empires, the inland ancestors are like dogs, and the earth emperors are walking everywhere.

Once the prestige is lost, it is not so easy to fight back.

This is something that cannot be tolerated in the middle of the week, so it must be resolved quickly anyway.

Although the place where the rage and the midweek battle was being said, it was already hundreds of miles away from the Ancient God Sect.

However, the aftermath of the battle between the two was still transmitted to the belonging of the Ancient God Sect, but it was not very obvious.

It's just that the ground was trembling slightly, and Cao Yiming's heart was also extremely anxious. Previously, Zhou Zhong had left with a bone sword.