The Strongest Sect of All Times
Chapter 648: Another Way to Play
Lingfei, ranked with the name of the land, was easily defeated by Song Xuanzhou, causing far more shock than secondly dropping two Lily Saint disciples.
So, all the martial arts are at a loss!
Even worse.
The guy who fought three battles, he didn't breathe, obviously he hasn't really moved!
Does it look like there are only 56 kinds of Wanguzong disciples, strong enough to be warriors?
The foreman's eyebrows were wrinkled.
His disciple was broken and then put his sword around his neck. The defeat was too fast!
I can't accept it. I can't stand it!
“Fang Engineering. ”
”- [sic]“ Out... "
“Elder Shi. ”
Cheng Huixin stopped: “He came to challenge me to the Lily Sect, and invited your Sect to watch the battle. ”
“Doesn't matter. ”
Gun Chang shrugged his shoulders and looked like he owed him a beating. “Today I come to Donghaozhou in Wanguzong Province. I am always welcome to send disciples from all sides to challenge me! ”
Everyone in the Holy Sect of the Sovereign Sword can be counted as an epic mission.
A little, look forward!
“This guy is crazy! ”
“He thinks we're deserted in Donghaozhou? ”
“It's intolerable! ”
All forces in Donghaozhou were instantly provoked. If they weren't in the Holy Sect of Lily, they would have sent excellent disciples to fight!
The horn of the mouth twitches.
Monarch, we are here to challenge the Holy Sect of Lily, not the whole of Donghaozhou!
As long as it exceeds its epic mission, King Chang smiles and dares to declare war on the entire state!
“Monarch. ”
Cheng Hui raised his hand and faintly said: “Your disciple is strong and my disciple will take it seriously. ”
“Brush!”
A magical figure flew from afar and landed gently on the stadium.
That's about twenty beautiful women a year, black and black hair scattered behind, looking very inspiring.
“Jiang Qingyu! ”
“Pass on the disciple! ”
“The Lily Holy Sect is finally serious! ”
“That guy must have lost! ”
The Wushu of Donghaozhou got excited!
King Chang shook his head with a smile: “Elder Cheng, you should have taken this seriously. That's why it's so interesting. ”
“Xuan Boat. ”
“Have a good fight with someone, don't be modest. ”
Everyone's mouth was slightly punched.
Humble enough to lose three well-qualified second-class disciples in a row, how do you fight this seriously?
Lord Zong let himself go?
Song Xuanzhou shook his head. “Please, miss. ”
Whoo!
Whoo!
The voice just came down, Jiang Qingyu's hands crossed, and Zhou suddenly burst into a tsunami!
“Wu Wang! ”
“The real disciple is Wu Wang! ”
Martial artists from all directions shouted.
The disciples alone have reached the rank of king, and are truly second-class subjects!
Donghaozhou Wushu's mouth rose with a grin.
Boy.
Do you still have to do that?
Hoo-hoo ——————
Jiang Qingyu waved his hands, and the diffuse momentum quickly gathered a substantial palm print in the middle of the sky, pressing the past towards Song Xuanzhou!
The King's level of understanding of the attributes of heaven and earth is obviously stronger than that of the Patriarch, so when she exercises martial arts similar to mastery, it suddenly makes many young descendants stuck at the Martial Sect level envious.
“Landslide fist! ”
Song Xuanzhou stepped up, his fists waved violently in the void, forming a dense and numb fist print, facing the crushed palm!
“Cut.”
People don't care.
Undeniably, this guy is a good fighter, but he fought against a Wu Wang, nothing more than an egg punch stone!
Boom!
Boom!
Suddenly, a loud noise came.
Only the fist print carrying the power of the landslide crack was seen, combed onto the crushed palm and instantly created a crack!
The smile of the samurai witnessed subsided.
“Break!”
At this time, Song Xuanzhou stepped on the ground, his right fist was covered in flames, and he carried out a landslide fist again!
That guy is a firefighter!
Boom Boom ——————————
Before the crowd had time to shock, Song Xuanzhou's fist under fire directly smashed the painfully supported palm print!
“Pfft!”
Jiang Qingyu broke back a few steps and a bite of blood splattered out.
Brush!
Song Xuanzhou stepped forward and was suddenly overwhelmed by a flame of heat. “The light of the fireworks, energy and the glow of the moon! ”
Boom!
Boom!
Hot flames instantly turn into a fire punch, bombing wildly!
Heh, heh! Boom!
Jiang Qingyu backed off successively, went straight outside the martial arts field, and then he couldn't support himself. His face fell white and sat on the floor.
Hoo-hoo ————————
The flames scattered around him gradually converged. Song Xuanzhou stood arrogantly, arching his hand: “Promise! ”
Even if the opponent is a woman, he will not pity Yu.
“Ding! Defeat the Lily Saint disciple x 3! ”
……
There was silence outside the martial arts.
The warriors of Donghaozhou couldn't help but stare.
The Lily Holy Sect sent out a handover disciple to reach Wu Wang, but he still lost. The loss was so complete!
That moment.
Their faces seemed to be beaten dozens of times, sending a spicy pain.
The strong frowned.
This 10,000 ancient disciples were surprised by the fire system martial arts, but the atmosphere was still at the zonal level at the time of the attack. How could a martial arts king have no power to fight back!
Seriously.
Even without using Wu Wang's level of strength, Song Xuanzhou can defeat the original Wu Wang like Jiang Qingyu.
Because no matter what qualifications, body or spirit, there is absolute suppression.
“Elder Cheng. ”
Gun Chang smiled faintly: “This is the only way to pass on your disciples. ”
At this time.
He deserves to be arrogant!
“Knock! ”
Cheng Huixin held his fists tight.
Since the beginning, Wanguzong has not exchanged a second disciple, but he has lost three people in a row, and there is also a Wu Wang, which is unacceptable.
“Patriarch. ”
"'I'm a little tired,' said Song Xuanzhou. ”
He was a little embarrassed when he pretended to play four games in a row.
“Patriarch. ”
Li Shangtian Dao: “Can I go to war? ”
“Go on. ”
“Yes!”
Li Shangtian went to the martial arts, replaced Song Xuanzhou, and then swept the disciple of Lily Saint Zong. He hooked his fingers and said: "Girls, let go. ”
That move, that tone, that's cheap!
“Elder! ”
A Lily Saint disciple was intolerable: “The disciple is willing to go to war! ”
“Go on.” Cheng Huixin said.
In her view, this new Wanguzong disciple is a lot weaker than Song Xuanzhou in terms of breath, and should not be too strong.
……
In the martial arts, the two men report each other's names.
Brush!
Li Shangtian did not think that the lady had priority to attack, so he stepped on the cloud to rush past it. Without giving the other party any chance, he carried out a landslide fist.
Boom!
Boom!
Spiritual energy diffuses and disturbs the martial arts.
“Pfft! ”
Shortly afterwards, the disciple of Sacred Lily, who had fought in the war, was beaten out.
“Commitment. ”
Li Shangtian grinned. The more he looked at it, the more he got beat up.
“Hey.”
King Chang shrugged his shoulders: “Elder Cheng, the disciples of your inner gate are really too dishy. ”
Cheng Hui's heart trembled with both hands.
“Well, let's play it another way. ”
King Chang smiled: "Every disciple of my sect will fight 10 disciples of your sect. How about losing one game? ”