War God Asura

"It is said that even among the 20 true disciples of Elder Zhuge, there are no more than 3 who can perform this combat skill now, and they are not great!"

"Yes, this one is definitely not easy. Don't forget, he is only a beginner Asura Wuzong. If he grows into a Asura Wuzun in the future? How strong would he be? I am afraid that among the true disciples, there are few resistances."

When everyone watched the wonderful battle between the two, they did not forget to comment on the two, but at this moment more admiration tends to Xing Jue, because everyone knows that Xing Jue and Han Feng are two levels different.

One level is already a huge gap, and two levels are the difference between heaven and earth. With such a big gap, it is quite extraordinary for a normal person to resist Han Feng’s attack, and Xingjue can actually fight with him, which naturally makes everyone Shocked.

Regarding everyone's comments, the two of Xing Jue didn't know it, because they both devoted themselves to each other's battles and didn't dare to be distracted.

"Bang" was another tough match, but this time Xing Jue shot upside down, flying hundreds of meters away to stop his figure.

"hateful."

At this moment, Xing Jue’s arms, legs, and even his body were already trembling a bit. Although he was already on par with Han Feng in speed with the help of magic thunder, he was far inferior to Han Feng’s tyrannical body. If this continued, Xing Jue knew he was going to lose sooner or later.

"Why? Can't it be supported?"

Han Feng was furious at the moment. He would not give Xing Jue any chance to breathe. When Xing Jue was blasted back, he attacked again, and this attack was even stronger than before.

"Boom" was just as Han Feng's powerful punch hit Xing Jue's body, but it was like a bang on an indestructible object, and bursts of pain came from his hand bones.

"what is this?"

At this moment, Han Feng was surprised to find that Xing Jue's body was actually filled with dark gas, and it was this strange gas that resisted his attack, leaving Xing Jue unscathed.

"Soul clone."

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Looking at the surprised Han Feng, Xing Jue suddenly raised a weird smile at the corner of his mouth, and then saw the soul power instantly enter his body, his body shook, and dozens of fists bombarded Han Feng away.

"Boom boom boom~"

"Wow~"

With two fists, Han Feng was already unable to resist, how could he resist dozens of them, only feeling the pain all over his body, he was actually blown out by Xing Jue.

But when he cast his gaze on Xing Jue again, his face changed greatly, because he was shocked to find that it was not a figure that swept toward him, but dozens of them.

"What kind of combat skill is that? How could there be so many Xing Jue transforming, and these breaths are actually the same as Xing Jue's body!!"

Looking at dozens of rushing thunders, everyone present was full of shock. Even Elder Zhuge couldn't help but open his mouth. He had never seen or even heard of such strange combat skills.