War God Asura

"Damn, you're looking for death!" Looking at Xing Jue's calm smile, Wu Jun felt angry. Only now did he realize that he was fighting with Xing Jue like a monkey playing with him. He had never really taken possession The upper hand has been played by Xingjue in applause.

Although he was chasing Xing Jue to fight at first, Xing Jue was very easy to hide, but after he was chased after him, he became so embarrassed. This is how he can withstand the arrogant nature of him. Besides, there are tens of thousands of people watching in the audience at this moment.

Suddenly, Wu Jun clenched his right fist, and the tyrannical silver-white gas lingered in his hand. In the end, it turned into an awake silver-white glove in his right fist. The dazzling light was constantly shining, and in that glove, Xing Jue could feel a very terrifying breath.

"It turns out to be a low-level martial art" Xing Jue said in shock as he looked at the dazzling silver-white glove in Wu Jun's hand.At the same time, he began to admire Wu Jun's position in the Nether Palace. This guy not only learned the ground-level exercises, but also the low-level martial arts. This is the focus of training.

"This kid, in this state, dare to use this trick" and the elder of the Nether Palace, after seeing Wu Jun using this trick, said with some worry.However, after the worry, a smile of admiration appeared on his face, because he suddenly felt that Wu Jun's use of this trick at this time was the most appropriate and his only opportunity.

At this moment, the black smoke once again wrapped Wu Jun's body, and this was Wu Jun's martial arts.

Looking at Wu Jun who once again displayed his martial arts skills, Xing Jue knew that this kid was going to die...

Immediately there was a movement of the mind, and the wind spell was used, and then the right fist was slightly clenched.A tyrannical black gas rushed out of his fist, and a black long sword was condensed in the shocked eyes of everyone. The large black gas on the surface of the long sword was like a rising flame. Keep burning.And a breath of terror that was not weaker than the glove was also exuding.

"This kid actually knows the martial arts of the ground level? Who is he?" Looking at the black long sword in Xing Jue's hand, the elder of the Nether Hall said with a shocked expression.Involuntarily began to doubt the background of Xingjue.

Not only him, almost everyone present was shocked, staring at the black long sword in Xing Jue's hand.In comparison, the black long sword in Xing Jue's hand was much more beautiful than Wu Jun's silver-white glove.

"Zan Po Sword, this kid is really not easy. I don't know when such a hairy kid appeared in Yufeng Pavilion. It seems that I should go back and have a look when I have time." Looking at the long sword in Xing Jue's hand, that The name ruined the old man was also bright, and he said with a smile.

"Death Gloves" watched Xing Jue actually display a martial art that was not inferior to him. Then Wu Jun bit his lip, then shouted violently, and looted the Xing Jue, although he did not have it at the moment. The confidence to win, but this is his only chance.