This golden meteorite condensed by Zhang Xiaofan's body and overbearing true elements, to say the least, it should also weigh tens of thousands of pounds. It can instantly destroy a solid defense fortress into a ruin, and the interior of the meteorite It also contains Zhang Xiaofan's supreme aura.

It is no exaggeration to say the last sentence, this smashing of the magic fist is definitely a supreme killing trick that can collapse the mountain!

"Humph--!"

In the face of such a majestic murderous move, the sixth day of forgetting the river is still the same as before, standing proudly in the midst of the air, without moving.

Lengyue. Ye seemed to have been given a sword-like spirit in his hands, and the sound of the sword screaming happily, a silver sword swelled across the sky.

"Cold Moon Cut!"

On the sixth day, Wang Chuan gently waved the knife down, and this time the silver sword was so clear to everyone present!

The golden meteorite and its front face were hard to shake, like a soft tofu, chopped in half from the center by this silver blade.

Seeing this, on the sixth day, he forgot to sneer on the surface of Chuanchuan, but the moment the golden meteorite was cut in half from the middle, he saw the corner of Zhang Xiaofan's mouth slightly raised, revealing a slight arc of writing.

"how is this possible?!"

The next moment, a huge golden boxing fist flashed out of the void, fleeting, passing by in front of Wangchuan on the sixth day.

On the sixth day, he forgot all the expressions on his face.

"Click-!!!"

Hundreds of feet of silver shovel was originally chopped down vertically. The moment the golden meteorite broke, almost at the same time, a huge golden fist appeared suddenly in the sight of Wangchuan on the sixth day. In.

"Not good!"

Seeing this, on the sixth day, forgetting Chuan couldn't help but "sigh!", And his body began to explode backwards.

And the golden fist flicked out of the void suddenly, as if the void in front of them had been smashed, but it was fleeting in an instant.

"how is this possible?!"

After seeing what happened in front of them, the dragon tiger, the panther, and the sixth day of the Demon King were all shocked.

The sharp and unstoppable silver blade was almost smashed almost instantly, and was punched into a white light spot by a punch, spreading out in mid-air.

On the sixth day, the satin ribbon above Wangchuan's head was cut off, and a long hair fell down, but all this was not enough to suppress the horror and fear that emerged from the heart of Wangchuan on the sixth day.

In the moment when the red gold boxer appeared, on the sixth day, Wang Chuan never felt the breath of death on his face.

It can be said that everything was just the sixth day that Wang Chuan was in the instinct of life and death at the boundary between life and death.

If not, at this moment not only is the ribbon on his head forgotten on the sixth day was chopped, but his entire head is to be divided into two items, right? !!

The fist Zhang Wutian just uttered was weird, like a sword but not a sword, like a sword but not a boxer, so powerful that it was incredibly terrible.

This also makes Wangchuan take a sigh of cold air on the sixth day, and the fear that has just been suppressed is like a tide .....