Resurrection of spiritual energy: I will win every bet

At this time, both of them had already received the information left to them by Wanjie, and Hong Antong was trying to force himself to calm down through psychological construction.

He has been practicing martial arts for many years, and he knows very well that panicking before the battle is very unfavorable to himself.

When he saw that his opponent turned out to be a young man who looked very young, he felt a little relieved and not as flustered as before.

According to his thoughts, even if the other party began to practice martial arts from his mother's womb, he would have at most about twenty years of skill, and he had not even reached half of his own martial arts training time, how powerful could this be?

He mobilized his internal strength and shouted at Wei Zhuang on the opposite side.

"Little doll, this seat is Hong Antong, the leader of the Shenlong Sect, you should have heard of it, right?

He

had never heard of it, nor did he know which country's small forces...

Although the other party is an old man, this does not prevent him from killing, he Weizhuang does not have the habit of respecting the old and loving the young, the opportunity to leave here, he Weizhuang wants.

Therefore, this old man is determined to kill, and the rest can only be seen whether the ten thousand worlds keep their promises.

Hong Antong saw that the other party ignored him, and looked at him with a very annoying look, and a wave of anger instantly rose in his heart.

The killing intent gradually appeared in his eyes....

To think that he is a generation of sect masters, the first in the world in martial arts, and now he is despised by a brat, it is simply unforgivable.

Wei Zhuang also felt the killing intent when he looked at the other party's eyes, and as a killer, he was very sensitive to this.

But he didn't say anything, still expressionless, looking at the other party coldly, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Yang Fan saw that Hong Antong didn't understand that the other party was from a world with a higher level of force than him, and now he dared to take the initiative to provoke.

I was a little funny in my heart, and I thought to myself: Jesus can't save him when he comes, what I said....

【Battle Begins】At

this time, the prompt of the Ten Thousand Worlds sounded, and after Hong Antong found that he could move, he immediately performed a light skill and quickly walked towards Wei Zhuang.

Wei Zhuang held his sword and walked unhurriedly and evenly in the direction of Hong Antong.

A moment later, Hong Antong, who was running fast, looked at Wei Zhuang, who was not far from him, smiled wickedly, and soared into the air, opening his teeth and dancing his claws to attack.

"There is no polite little doll, learn how to respect your predecessors in the next life!!" Wei

Zhuang looked at the old man who slapped his palm towards him in midair, and without hesitation, he tapped his toes, and after a sudden move, he directly swung his sword.

When Wei Zhuang and Hong Antong, who was about to land, passed by, he saw a flash of sword light, and Hong Antong's right hand fell to the ground with a sound.

Not only did he not touch Wei Zhuang with a powerful palm, but his arm was also cut off abruptly.

Wei Zhuang's sudden change of speed, the speed of the sword was too fast, Hong Antong couldn't react at all...

At this time, Hong Antong endured the pain, hit his right shoulder twice, stopped the bleeding and covered his broken arm.

Hong Antong's hand was cut off without screaming, but his forehead was constantly sweating, worthy of a generation of heroes....

Hong An informed that he planted it this time, just as the so-called expert knew whether it was there as soon as he made a move.

Wei Zhuang's sword is not only fast, but also powerful, because he Hong Antong has practiced "Tong Zigong" hard for many years, and when gathering qi, it has the effect of a golden bell hooded iron cloth shirt.

For this reason, even if he married a very beautiful lady, he never liked him, but he was afraid of breaking the merit, not that he couldn't do it.

When he was lonely, he only dared to touch his wife, after a dry addiction, who could understand the sadness of so many years?

But he put in so many exercises that he practiced, and he was actually cut off by the other party's arm with a sword.

He could barely accept all kinds of death methods, such as being shattered by a strong internal force and dying, or the hood door being broken and dying.

Only now that he dies like this, he can't accept it, which means that he has suffered for so many years in vain, and this boy's skill that he has practiced hard is useless, and he has suffered sins for so many years.

What kind of false eunuch do you know this....

But he won't give up, and although he knows that he is not an opponent, he still intends to give it a go.

"This seat is fighting with you!!" Hong

Antong gathered his whole body strength, rushed over and shot at Wei Zhuang with all his strength with his remaining left hand.

Wei Zhuang accelerated, his figure flashed, and then he swung out his shark tooth sword, and passed Hong Antong again...

Only listening to the sound of "Poof!!!" Hong Antong fell straight to the ground with wide eyes, and then silent....