Chapter 1,165: Fight against barbarians and wizards

"Damn it, you deserve death!"

Yan Meng's eyes instantly turned red.

The scene in front of him was difficult for even his strong nerves to accept.

The wizard Qike on the side had his pupils constricted and his eyes were horrified.

This time I came to worship the barbarian warriors of Yangcheng.

They are all carefully selected, and each one is a warrior who will fight for the rest of his life.

Losing one on a daily basis would be heartbreaking.

At this time, the entire army was almost wiped out.

How could he bear it?

Besides, the clan leader is not here yet.

If we wait for the clan leader to return, we will see this result.

Why don't you peel off his skin?

Therefore, the anger in Yan Meng's eyes instantly turned into a strong murderous intention.

His gaze spanned a thousand meters, staring intently at Xiao Changfeng.

Bang!

A mace was held in his hand.

This mace is two meters in size.

The thick side is as thick as a bucket.

There are hundreds of sharp and sharp iron thorns on it.

Once dropped.

Even a piece of iron stone will be smashed into pieces.

This is Yan Meng's invincible weapon.

Although the casting is crude.

But it is comparable to a semi-sacred weapon.

Whoosh!

His figure flashed and he teleported away from where he was.

At this moment, Xiao Changfeng felt something in his heart.

In an instant, his martial soul merged into his body and he punched out.

when!

Hong Zhongda Lu's voice vibrated in the sky above.

The sound waves that seemed to be real made everyone's eardrums sting, making them extremely uncomfortable.

Xiao Changfeng fell back three meters.

And Yanmeng also slid out two or three meters.

"You can actually block my full blow!"

Yan Meng raised his head, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

He didn't hold back the blow just now.

He fully displayed his first-level Imperial Martial Realm and power as strong as a bear.

However, the Middle-earth warrior in front of him seemed to be only at the second level of the Imperial Martial Realm.

He was able to take on the challenge head-on without falling behind.

"Anyone who comes to Southern Xinjiang is really not a good person, but you should never, never, should not provoke me, Shimen Village!"

Yan Meng held the mace tightly with both hands.

The screams in his ears and the corpses all over his body made his eyes turn red.

"Stone Totem, please give me strength!"

Yan Meng gave a low drink.

Suddenly the totem pattern on his body suddenly lit up.

Soon his skin became hard and raised.

It's like wearing a thick piece of heavy armor.

Barbarians are physically strong.

At this time, Yan Meng used the power of the totem to transform into heavy armor, and its defensive capabilities were even more astonishing.

The Tiangang Sword flew and could not even pierce the stone armor on his body.

It can only pull out a spark.

"Xuan level intermediate martial arts: Wolf fang strangulation!"

Yanmeng also learned some superficial martial arts.

Immediately aroused the aura of heaven and earth.

With a wave of his hand, a thirty-meter-sized aura wolf head was condensed.

The wolf head is ferocious and ferocious.

As soon as it appeared, it let out an earth-shattering roar.

The slaves not far away looked shocked and terrified.

Yan Meng is the commander of Shimen Village.

His strength is naturally strong and brave.

It's a pity that he met Xiao Changfeng.

"White Tiger Divine Fist!"

Xiao Changfeng clenched his tiger claws tightly and punched out.

Immediately, the white-gold fist light pierced directly through the huge wolf head.

However, Yan Meng was already approaching again at this time.

The thick mace was in his hand.

Able to exert tens of thousands of pounds of strength.

The sharp sound of breaking the air and the energy of cutting the face.

It’s scary!

At this time, the Sancai Sword Formation and Moving Mountain Seal were still dealing with those barbarian warriors.

So Xiao Changfeng still decided to use his fists to deal with it.

"Second punch!"

The White Tiger Divine Fist fell again.

The shadow flashed in mid-air.

The dazzling white-gold fist light collided with the mace.

Several iron spikes were shattered from the mace.

However, Xiao Changfeng's fist was not damaged at all.

"How is it possible that your body is harder than my mace?"

Yan Meng's eyes nearly popped out.

He looked at his mace and Xiao Changfeng's fist in horror.

He thinks that his physical body is already very strong.

But there is no way to take the mace head-on without hurting yourself.

It's a pity that Xiao Changfeng didn't answer him.

"Third punch!"

The white tiger's shadow appears again.

He hit the rock fiercely.

Boom!
To be continued...