War God Asura

Needless to say, the strength of the disciple "Wu Jun" in the Nether Hall, that is known as the strongest disciple in the inner hall of the Nether Hall, and the strength Xing Jue demonstrated yesterday is also good enough to win everyone's admiration, so today's Zong The finals are highly anticipated.

In the hot gaze of everyone, Xing Jue slowly walked onto the final competition stage, and at this moment, the disciple of the Nether Palace named "Wu Jun" had already stood there.

"Actually, I admire you very much. I dare to walk on this stage today." After Xing Jue stepped onto the competition stage, Wu Jun looked at Xing Jue and said with a cold smile.

"Why?" Xing Jue asked knowingly.

"Because you will die miserably today" Wu Jun said with a cold smile.

"Hahaha..." After hearing Wu Jun's words, Xing Jue suddenly laughed, and then his face turned cold for an instant, and he said cruelly: "Today you will indeed die miserably."

Suddenly, Xing Jue moved, and his entire body turned into a black line, raking away at the Wu Jun at an extremely fast speed.

But just as Xing Jue was about to approach Wu Jun, a sneer appeared on the corners of Wu Jun's mouth, and then his body trembled slightly. Above his body, the black smoke began to linger in his debut, and finally wrapped his whole person. Among them, afterwards, he only saw his body shape and disappeared.

"Not good" Seeing that Wu Jun disappeared, Xing Jue felt bad, because what Wu Jun performed was also a kind of martial art, and the level of that martial skill was not at all weaker than Xing Jue's "Fast Wind".

So Xing Jue hurriedly increased his vigilance and immediately used the wind spell.At that moment, Wu Jun appeared behind Xing Jue like a ghost.

Seeing Wu Jun swinging his right arm, an iron fist that contained a mighty spirit, he blasted towards Xing Jue, but at this time Xing Jue’s blasting technique had already been performed. Xing Jue probed his right arm. It was Wu Jun that easily blocked this iron fist, and then he turned his figure, a beautiful round kick, with a sharp wind, and with the arc, he swept towards Wu Jun fiercely.

In the face of Xing Jue's sudden counterattack, Wu Jun didn't care at all. Instead, he blocked his left arm at random, and wanted to block Xing Jue's roundabout kick.But he was underestimating Xingjue.

With a muffled sound, Xing Jue’s several rounds of kicks slammed Wu Jun’s arm, and the powerful force made Wu Junzhen even more, and he retreated for more than 20 meters to stabilize. Live shape.

"How?" Looking at Wu Jun's embarrassed appearance, Xing Jue said with a smile.Even if Xing Jue is so thin and weak, but if he has the melee ability and toughness, Xing Jue is at the same level, but he will not lose to anyone.

After hearing Xing Jue's words, Wu Jun's face trembled even more. Originally, he wanted to make Xing Jue suffer a dumb loss by relying on his posture and martial arts, but he did not expect that Xing Jue's melee ability was so good. Strong, in just one round, he was defeated.