War God Asura

And under the sound wave swept, only heard a scream, the swallow was blasted thousands of meters away, and when it landed, the clothes were fragmented, bloody, and only half a breath was left.

"This……"

Looking at the scene on the court, everyone was shocked. When the battle was in progress, except for the presiding elder, no one else was allowed to interfere.

But Xing Jue not only appeared on the scene, but also beat Yancheng disciples to death. This was how everyone could not be surprised. At this moment, everyone knew that Xing Jue was about to face disaster.

"Asshole, who let you take the shot?" Sure enough, seeing his disciple's body suffered heavy injuries, the Yancheng elder who presided over the event suddenly glared at Xing Jue and shouted angrily.

It wasn't just him. At this moment, hundreds of elder disciples in Yancheng rose into the air to surround Xing Jue and Han Xue. It seemed that as long as the presiding elder gave an order, Xing Jue would be killed.

"Yancheng disciple, if I want my senior sister to die, what's wrong with me trying to rescue me?" Xing Jue snorted coldly, not putting Elder Yancheng in his eyes.

Although they are many and powerful, they are all martial arts masters, and now they have the power of Tianyin Eight Sections and Wuji Control, these two powerful combat skills.

Don't mind if one enemy is one hundred, the middle-level Asura martial arts masters, against the high-level Asura martial arts masters, try them, the real power of Tianyin Ba Duan, and Wu Ji palm.

"Fart, isn't your senior sister standing like that? It's my Yancheng disciple who almost died now!" Yancheng Elder scolded angrily, but for some reason, he didn't directly attack Xingjue.

"Huh, I almost died? It was my underling who was merciful. If it weren't for the face of Samsara Peak, he is now a corpse." Xing Jue said sarcastically.

"You...you broke the rules of the game, and you still have no reason? It seems that if you don't give you a little color, you won't know my Yancheng's methods."

"Come here, take him down for me!" Finally, Elder Yancheng couldn't bear the anger in his heart.

"Swipe..."

And under that person's order, in an instant, a hundred figures came to besiege Xing Jue.

These formations are no trivial matter, and everyone present was shocked, and everyone in the Promise Court even squeezed a cold sweat for Xing Jue.

"Huh, it's just right."

However, in the face of the densely packed figure, who has been constantly pressing the body's coercion, a faint smile appeared on Xing Jue's face. At the same time, the three-segment superimposition of Tianyin eight segments was running in his body, want Cast the deadly roar on them that could smash the mountain.

"Huh"

But just as Xing Jue was about to speak, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. The speed was so fast that Xing Jue didn't even feel the slightest feeling.

"Xing Jue, just leave everything to me."

After the man appeared, he turned his head and showed a faint smile at Xing Jue. At this moment, Xing Jue could finally recognize that this man was not someone else, but the head teacher of the Promise Academy, Hong Qiang.