War God Asura

"Drink"

Xing Jue stepped out on the left, his figure resembling electricity, dodged, and at the same time the space behind him was squirming.

A fist exuding golden light was the first to strike out, attacking at the position where Xing Jue had been before, and after that, Kong Guang's figure was also revealed.

"Airlock Void"

Although Kong Guang was surprised when he knocked down the air, he was still expecting it. Between the gestures, the space around Xing Jue began to change. Under the rapid compression, he actually attacked Xing Jue.

"It's actually an imperial high-level combat skill, air lock void? This Kong Guang is worthy of being the first true disciple of Zen Jifeng. He actually mastered this powerful method and used it so freely."

The layman watched the excitement and the expert watched the doorway. The elders of Wuzhifeng recognized the origin of this trick at a glance. When others exclaimed, a group of bald elders at Zenji Peak were full of pride.

"boom"

But at the next moment, Xing Jue's footsteps diverged, and his arms suddenly opened. The majestic Shura's power erupted violently from his body, forming a violent dark purple vortex, actually blasting the invisible space away.

"How is this possible? Yi Changfeng didn't use combat skills, so he cracked the royal-level advanced combat skills?"

Xing Jue's move caused an uproar immediately. Everyone was impressed by his method. The people of Zen Jifeng were stunned, Kong Guang was even more shocked.

But in the face of the alarm at this moment, Xing Jue really smiled bitterly. He was a pretender and didn't know the combat skills of Samsara Peak at all.

If it is true, there will only be one, that is, the peak-relief combat technique and transient talisman that no one has learned in the past thousands of years.

But that kind of combat skills, how could he use a role like Kong Guang.

Therefore, at the moment, he can only rely on the most primitive power to run the Soul Devouring Judgment, and rely on the power of Shura to fight Kong Guang.

"Brother Changfeng, it's really extraordinary, then take out your umbrella and come to the final showdown!" Kong Guang shot again, and a golden bell appeared in front of him. This is his pseudo-sovereign device, Zen machine. An imitation of Fengzun's Zen Bell.

"Ring Ling Ling Ling..."

The bell is crisp and loud, sweet and moving, but every time it makes a sound, it will form a tyrannical energy wave, which turns into countless horrible golden air currents, like the rainstorm that covers the sky and the sun, and the duel is swept away.

"Why didn't Chang Feng use the umbrella?" Seeing Kong Guang had used the last trump card, but Yi Changfeng still looked confident, the disciples of Reincarnation Peak became nervous.

"Let you see, my strongest defense"

Xing Jue smiled slightly, ignoring everyone's lips and tongue, his arms opened, and slowly turned, surrounded by a layer of pale white mist, which turned out to be the Wang-level combat skill of the Promise Academy, soft fist.

"Boom boom boom boom boom..."

The pseudo-sovereign weapon's energy fluctuated, like ten thousand arrows, constantly shooting towards Xingjue, but they were resisted by soft fists one by one, like a rock falling into the sea, disappearing without a trace, and there was no room for attack.