War God Asura

But at the same time, Kong Wu had already made a decision in his heart that Xing Jue must die, because in the Eastern Court, he would never allow anyone who could shake his status!

"Yanlong Fist!"

"Woohoo!"

At this moment, Xing Jue was swallowed by anger, and he ignored Kong Wu's nonsense. After a single punch, a thick fire dragon blasted against Kong Wu!

"Scatter!"

However, Kong Wu was not afraid of Xing Jue's attack. On the contrary, he set off a ridiculous smile on his self-engaging. When his sleeves waved, the thick fire dragon turned into a spark, scattered in the air, and gradually dissipated!

"It's my turn!"

"Swish Swish"

After dissolving the Yanlong Fist, Kong Wu's sleeve robe waved again, a cold light flashed from his arm, and the flywheel condensed by the power of several Asuras, unexpectedly hit Xing Jue directly.

There is a strong power in the flywheel, and even the air is torn between the rotation. This is a high-level martial art of the sky, but after being used by this middle-level Shura warrior, the power has reached the point of comparable combat skills. !

Several flywheels came head-on, not only extremely fast, but also blocked Xing Jue's retreat as quickly as possible. That Kong Wu actually wanted a fatal blow!

"Humph"

However, facing the flywheel that blocked the way of retreat, Xing Jue gave a cold snort, saw his arms swing, a layer of soft white gas emerged, and finally enveloped Xing Jue like a defensive move!

"Whhhhhhhhhh"

But the most peculiar thing is that when Kong Wu's several flywheels touched the white gas, they didn't pass through it. Instead, they seemed to be attracted by the gas, and the adhesive gas was spinning extremely fast!

"Back to you!!"

"Swish Swish"

Suddenly, Xing Jue's arms protruded forward, flashing white with white light, and the several flywheels actually swept back towards Kong Wu, and both speed and strength increased a bit.

Seeing this, even the audience in the audience was surprised, even Kong Wu.

"Boom boom boom..."

However, this martial art was performed by Kong Wu after all. I saw his sleeves waved again, and with a series of harsh sounds, those flywheels turned into energy ripples, spread, and disappear.

"It turned out to be Rou Quan!"

"Unexpectedly, you can practice Rouquan to this level."

After dissolving his attack, Kong Wu suddenly lit up, because he had recognized that the combat technique Xing Jue's displayed was the soft fist!

"It's actually a soft boxing? That's a combat skill!"

"Xing Jue has only been in the Eastern Hospital for more than 20 days before he has cultivated his combat skills to such a level?"

"This guy's talent is really terrifying, but it's a pity, that soft fist is a recognized rubbish combat skill, no one has cultivated it for a long time, I am afraid that it is the limit to use it to this level?"

After hearing Kong Wu's words, the puzzled disciples in the audience suddenly realized that because of the special reason of Rouquan, they only knew the name of Rouquan, but they had never seen anyone perform it.