The Sixth Child Is Hanging Up, God Is Afraid When He Sees It

Chapter 631: The Bitterness Of Boy Gong

At this time, both of them had finished receiving the information that Wanjie had left for them, and Hong Antong was trying to force himself to calm down through psychological construction.

Having practiced martial arts for many years, he knows very well that if he panics before a battle, it will be very detrimental to him.

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

According to his thinking, even if the other party started practicing martial arts from the womb, at most they only have about 20 years of martial arts skills, and he has not even reached half of his own martial arts practice time. How can this be so good?

With the constant thinking and judgment in his heart, Hong Antong became full of confidence for a while.

He mobilized his internal energy and shouted at Wei Zhuang who was opposite him.

"Little baby! This seat is Hong Antong, the leader of the Dragon Sect. You should have heard of it? What school and sect do you come from? Tell me quickly..."

Hearing the voice, Wei Zhuang just turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly, without any intention of responding.

What Dragon Sect leader?

He has never heard of it at all, and he doesn't know which country's small market force it is...

Although the other party is an old man, this does not prevent him from killing people. He Wei Zhuang has no habit of respecting the old and caring for the young. He takes the opportunity to leave here.

So the old man is determined to kill him, and the rest can only be seen if Wanjie keeps his promise.

Hong Antong saw that the other party ignored him and looked at him with eyes that made him very annoying, and anger rose in his heart instantly.

The killing intent gradually appeared in the eyes...

It is unforgivable to think that the leader of his generation, the best in martial arts in the world, should be despised by a kid now.

Wei Zhuang also felt killing intent when he looked at the other party. As a killer, he is very sensitive to this.

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

Seeing that Hong Antong didn't understand that the other party came from a world with a higher level of force than him, Yang Fan dared to provoke him now.

It was a little funny in my heart, and I thought to myself: Now that Jesus came, he couldn’t save him, what I said...

【Battle begins】

At this time, Wanjie's reminder sounded, and after Hong Antong realized that he could move, he immediately used his lightness kung fu and quickly walked towards Weizhuang.

Wei Zhuang walked towards Hong Antong at a constant speed with his sword in hand.

After a while, Hong Antong, who was running fast, looked at Wei Zhuang who was not far away from him, with a grin on his face, he rose into the air, ready to attack.

"Little doll with no manners, learn how to respect your seniors in your next life!!"

Wei Zhuang looked at the old man who was slapping him with his palm in mid-air, tapped his toes lightly without hesitation, and swung his sword directly after a dashing movement.

Puff! !

When Wei Zhuang brushed past Hong Antong who was about to fall to the ground, there was a flash of sword light, and Hong Antong's right hand fell to the ground.

Not only did he not touch Wei Zhuang in the slightest with his charged palm, but his arm was cut off abruptly.

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

At this time, Hong Antong endured the pain, tapped his right shoulder twice to stop the bleeding, and then covered his broken arm.

Hong An's hand was cut off, but he didn't scream out, but his forehead was sweating, he deserves to be a generation of heroes...

Hong Antong knew that he was stumped this time, as the saying goes, an expert will know if there is one as soon as he makes a move.

Wei Zhuang's sword is not only fast, but also full of power, because Hong Antong has practiced "Boy Kungfu" hard for many years, and when he gathers Qi, it has the effect of a golden bell covering an iron cloth shirt.

For this reason, even though he married a very beautiful wife, he never had a good relationship with her, because he was afraid of ruining his merits, not because he couldn't do it.

When he was lonely, he only dared to touch his wife. Who could understand the heartache after so many years of addiction?

But he had put in so much effort to practice, and the opponent's sword cut off the Qi-gathering arm.

He can barely accept all kinds of death methods, such as dying from the internal organs shattered by powerful internal force, or dying from the door being broken.

Only dying like this now, he can't accept it, which means that all his years of suffering have been in vain, not to mention the useless child skills he practiced so hard, and he has suffered so many years of suffering.

If I knew this, I would still be a fake eunuch...

But he wouldn't give up just yet, even though he knew he was no match, he still planned to give it a go.

"This seat is fighting with you!!"

Hong Antong gathered all his internal strength, rushed over and slapped Wei Zhuang with all his remaining left hand.

Wei Zhuang sped up, swung the shark-toothed sword in a flash, and passed Hong Antong again...

Hearing "噗嗤!!", Hong Antong fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, without making a sound...