Chapter 40: Have you figured out your position?



The war broke out!

The true gods fight in the sky, and the true kings fight in the clouds.

The master walked on the waves, stepping on the blood-stained waves and killed Wang Jing!

Wang Jing sighed. Being too famous is not a good thing. You will be hunted down and killed every day.

Wang Jing took a look at his own data:

Sky Eye: Insight (Probability, Illusion)

Strength: Jin (100% control)

Spirit: 1500 points (100% control)

Schools: Level 1 (30% increase)

Teachers and students: 3,857 people (group)

Jade Bone: 51% (increased by 15%)

Now, his strength and spirit are comparable to those of a junior grandmaster.

Adding the 45% increase from the school and the jade bones, Wang Jing can now basically reach a strength of 220,000 pounds when he bursts out with all his strength.

Even in terms of spirit, it's not much different.

If it is against a junior grandmaster, it can be killed.

But if you face an intermediate grandmaster, you may not be able to kill him.

"In novels, they all kill each other with a slap. Why can't I kill my opponent instantly even though I'm equally strong?"

Wang Jing was tired. In the novels he read before, the protagonists could kill enemies of the same level with a slap in an instant, and it was easy for them to cross the border and kill the enemies.

But when it came to him, he couldn't kill instantly when facing someone of the same level.

It is possible to cross the border and kill the enemy, but that requires the use of the ability of the Sky Eye!

If it is used once, it will cost either one thousand or ten thousand. How can Wang Jing afford it?

…………

"Fight!"

"Old Xun, keep an eye on your young principal, don't let him get into trouble!"

"If he dares to fail here, I will lead my team to Tianwu to challenge him every day!"

“…”

The human race master cursed and rushed out to kill.

Xun Zhengchu stood in front of Wang Jing, holding a sharp sword, his white hair fluttering in the wind, his spine as straight as a sword, and his sharp aura constantly bursting out.

Wang Jing was originally very excited, but when he saw Xun Zhengchu standing there in a very showy manner, he was suddenly speechless.

Old Xun also fell ill.

The disease of pretending to be cool!

"Ahem, Master Xun, actually you can go and kill the Grandmaster. I can handle it... But remember not to let the Peak Grandmaster come over. I can still compete with the High-level Grandmaster for a while." Wang Jing said with a dry cough.

Xun Zhengchu said sternly, "Principal, no joking on the battlefield!"

Now this is a high-level battlefield!

The true gods and true kings have started a war, and several masters may die if they are not careful.

"I don't want to joke, but a joke really came." Wang Jing said helplessly, looking back.

Xun Zhengchu's face changed and he looked behind him.

A beautiful figure was rushing towards them at an extremely fast speed.

Lin Muxi?

Why is this girl here?

"Nonsense!" Xun Zhengchu shouted.

It’s bad enough that Wang Jing is making trouble, but why is Lin Muxi joining in the fun?

Wang Jing smiled and put away his wheelchair. He didn't intend to pretend to be weak anymore.

Everyone was fighting, there was no reason for him to just sit there and watch.

"Fortunately, you are not dead." Lin Muxi breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Wang Jing was safe and sound.

“…”

Wang Jing was speechless. Looking at you like this, I thought I had become someone else's dead soul. Are you coming to help me get revenge?

Is he the kind of man who needs to be protected by a woman?

"Master Xun, help me howl and let Principal Song return the sword."

Wang Jing patted his butt, stretched his muscles, and grinned: "See that he is entangled by seven peak masters, even if he has a magic weapon, he can't use it. Return it to me quickly."

Xun Zhengchu had no choice but to transmit his message through his mind.

A moment later, a golden light flew over.

Wang Jing was alerted and reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword, and a surge of power rippled out.

At this moment, he seemed to be connected with the Tianwu Sword.

"Kill all these beasts!" Wang Jing put away his smile, his eyes sharp, and rushed out!

Lin Muxi didn't hesitate at all. With a flip of his hand, a purple sword appeared and he rushed forward with Wang Jing to kill!

“…”

Xun Zhengchu saw that Lin Muxi also had an extra magical weapon in his hand, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

Young people nowadays live a very comfortable life, and they can easily have magical tools in their hands.

It is rumored that the Purple Frost Sword is the sword of a true god. The dean of the Confucian Academy killed a true god of an alien race and took his sword, which then fell into Lin Muxi's hands.

"Kill the junior grandmaster in front, control him, I will kill him in seconds!" said Wang Jing.

Lin Muxi was stunned. Do you think you are playing games?

Although she thought so in her heart, Lin Muxi did not hesitate at all.

With a flick of his wrist, energy burst out, and then the temperature dropped sharply, and wisps of frost appeared on the sea surface.

When the junior master of the alien race saw Wang Jing and Lin Muxi coming towards him with magic swords in hand, his face changed suddenly!

Two half-step grandmasters, both holding divine weapons!

When did humans become so extravagant?

"Come for reinforcements! The demon is here!" The junior master roared, retreated without hesitation, struck the void in front of him, and used the force to escape.

"Two intermediate masters are coming from the left. Master Xun, stop them." Wang Jing shouted.

His insightful eyes were fully released, allowing him to keep an eye on every move on the battlefield.

run?

The other party can't escape at all!

Xun Zhengchu quickly pulled himself together and charged forward, a burst of sword energy radiating out, blocking the alien masters on both sides.

"go!"

Lin Muxi shouted and swung the Purple Frost Sword in his hand towards the junior grandmaster!

A buzzing sound was heard, and Wang Jing's figure flashed and stepped on the Purple Frost Sword.

The junior master was furious and shouted loudly: "Save me!!"

"Waste! Die!"

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