boom.
Suddenly, a breath exploded with 2 people at the center.
In an instant, the mountain shook, the trees flew, and the mountain not far away also began to landslide, stirring up bursts of dust.
This kind of movement is like a sudden earthquake.
Many people watching the lively on the top of the mountain were all startled by this terrifying movement.
"Noblian Votu is Noblian Votu, this movement is too scary."
"I think we should stay away from it, and we will be unlucky if it doesn't spread to us in time."
Many people began to hide in the distance, for fear of being affected.
From the center of the terrifying explosion, a figure flew out and then fell to the ground.
It was the old man with the gray beard.
They saw the old man's face was pale, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, obviously injured.
When the smoke cleared, Lata Barbu stood in the same place with a calm expression.
"You either get out or die, there are 2 ways…"
Lata Townon glanced at Pockler and other people in the Buska martial arts world, and said indifferently.
Sweeping by Lata Townon's eyes, many people in the Buska martial arts world began to retreat.
They didn't expect that Lata Barbu's strength was so powerful, and he was already in the realm of Noblian.
"Don't be afraid, everyone, this Lata is not in the realm of Noblian, and he has only just stepped into it. As long as we join forces, we will definitely be able to defeat him!"
"Let's go together!"
The gray-bearded old man said.
"Okay, let's go together…"
Pockler nodded.
Seeing Pockler's words, those Zongmen families in the Buska martial arts world could only rush up to the scalp.
"kill…"
Seeing this, Lata Trashin waved his arms.
The people from the Valley of the Wicked and Shadowless Villa and Medicine God Valley also swarmed up.
100s of people on both sides scuffled together in an instant.
As a Votu, Lata Townon was especially taken care of. The old man brought 4 half-step Votu-high masters to encircle and suppress Lata Townon.
Although Lata Barbu was a Noblian, he could only cope with 5 half-step Noblian or even more powerful people.
Pockler saw that Lata was not too entangled, so he led someone to rush towards the Valley of the Wicked.
He wants to arrest Abel and avenge his nephew.
Just when Pockler was leading people towards the Valley of the Wicked, Lata Trashin directly blocked Pockler's way.
"Hmph, if you want to break in, pass me first!"
Lata Trashin's whole body was full of energy.
Looking at Lata Trashin, Pockler said with cold eyes: "I can't beat that Lata, but I can't beat you? Since you want to court death, I will fulfill you!"
"Then try it out and see who gets it right!"
Lata Trashin was full of anger.
"The tone is not small, but who knows if your strength is stronger than your elder brother!" Pockler mocked.
"You will find out if you try it!" Before the sound fell, Lata Trashin had already rushed up, and then slapped Pockler's chest with a palm.
"Good job!" Seeing this, Pockler smiled coldly, and shot it with the same palm.
boom.
With a muffled sound, the palms of the 2 slammed together firmly.
A strong air wave quickly spread out from the place where the 2 fought.
The 2 groaned, and each took 3 steps back.
This palm is evenly matched.
Pockler and Lata Trashin, both half-step Votu-high, were evenly matched under this palm.
"Although your strength is not as good as your eldest brother's, it's not bad, but it's not that easy to kill me!"
Pockler looked at Lata Trashin coldly.
"Try it!" Lata Trashin's killing intent rose, "I will kill you today!"
"You are so loud!" Pockler was also furious.
"The eagle spreads its wings!"
The voice fell, and Lata Trashin's body flew up like an eagle.
A condescending claw, grabbed at Pockler.
Lata Trashin's speed was extremely fast, and a white air stream could even be seen behind him.
To be continued....
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