Limit, now in the late Heavenly Level, with terrifying combat power. He and Zheng Sijian are truly nominal in the True Saint Dojo. As for Sun Wukong, currently no one except Chongxiao Hall knows that he has broken the limit four times, so he now has only some vicious reputation. 1 In the eyes of the True Saint Dojo's senior disciples, he is not good enough, and the senior disciples don't care.
Of course, there were also some disciples at a lower level who were still quite wary of him.
"How do you want to discuss this?" Zheng Sijian's eyes were bright, his gray clothes were fluttering, and sword light was circling around his body.
"Let's start with the True Immortals." After Gu Cheng finished speaking, he stepped back, glanced over indifferently, and also glanced at Wang Xuan.
"Clear the field first." He added, his arrogance and indifference made people speechless, because there were few people in the field who could fight with him. Wang Xuan looked back, and it was obvious that he was also one of the targets to be cleared.
However, since he was here to help Jiang Qingyao, who was not in a good condition to use the sword, he had no intention of leaving the field. He wanted to be a stubborn person and see who could clear him out of the field.
"It seems that you have hurt our people, but you didn't stop while you were ahead and continued," said a master who was blocking the way.
Then, that person came straight to Wang Xuan and said, "I reminded you just now, this is not the real world, but in the True Saint Dojo, no one cares about you, let alone be afraid of you. If you don't restrain yourself and don't behave properly here, you will only make yourself bored!" The man was dressed in modern clothes, his skin was flowing with silver light, and he had practiced some extremely powerful physical skills. His body was incredibly tough, and it distorted the void.
Wang Xuan said, "If you want to fight, come over. But, the girl of that level just now was defeated, are you sure you want to fight?"
The person who came had short hair and didn't say much. The woman just now was mainly of high status, being the cousin of the core disciple Zhan Feng. Otherwise, she would not have
Qualified to come here to discuss the Dao.
But he couldn't explain it. If he really mentioned it, he would offend Zhan Feng.
He was straightforward and took action directly. His body twisted time and space, and he slapped Wang Xuan with one palm, as if he was descending with a starry sky, with great and astonishing power. 1This is the area where the disciples of Kuji Ridge are good at. They all have extremely strong bodies and have practiced special scriptures.
Rumor has it that the true saint of this temple is a zombie who became a saint after being buried in Kuji Mountain. In his early years, he was invulnerable to divine weapons.
Later, he rose all the way, made rapid progress, understood yin and yang, became an extraordinary person, and became more and more terrifying. Until the end, he rushed forward and survived the great calamity of the True Saint, which was even more amazing.
The disciples he accepted were not zombies, but normal creatures, but their bodies were extremely polished. Wang Xuan held his right hand without moving, and swung his left hand to collide with the opponent's palm with silver light.
With a bang, the void exploded.
The short-haired man in modern attire felt a sharp pain in his palm, which was actually bleeding. He stepped back and couldn't help frowning.
He was once highly valued by Kujiling because he had broken through the limits so greatly in his early years. The dojo later mobilized a large amount of resources to help him, hoping that he could break through the limits for the fourth time.
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Unfortunately, he failed the fourth time. Now his road has come to an end. He is going to enter the Heaven Level in the near future. He actually failed in the first attack. His hands were covered with blood. He felt something was wrong and was quite shocked.
Wang Xuan was thinking about how to drive him away. At the same time, he was also sending a message back to ask the people in Chongxiao Palace if they could accidentally kill the disciples of the True Saint Dojo here. Would it have a bad influence?
Therefore, he was a little distracted.
In the process, the short-haired man in modern clothes, his body flowing with hazy light, the former True Saint Corpse Skill, evolved into the current Wanjie Skill, fully embodying
Come out. 1
His blood and energy rushed into the sky, his body emitted a dazzling light, and was covered with runes. He was much stronger than before. He sped up his attack and blasted out dozens of palms in one breath.
Behind him, a silent mountain range with a hint of dusk light appeared faintly. This was his own dojo that he visualized to bless himself. Wang Xuan came to his senses and found that he had punched passively many times but had not hit the target. The opponent was attacking him continuously and was gathering momentum.
"Go down!"
He didn't want to waste time, so he swung the iron rod and blew up the empty space in the other person's visualization, causing the dusk of Kuji Ridge to collapse and then collapse. Then, the iron rod fell, and the man's arm... exploded. Puff!
The next moment, the man's head disappeared like a rotten watermelon, and his body turned into a ball of bloody mist.
The people in the Kuji Ridge Dojo were slightly silent. So far, this Sun Wukong had behaved a little abnormally. With just a few dozen moves, he had already defeated a master in their True Immortal Realm.
Someone saw more clearly that Sun Wukong seemed to be distracted just now, otherwise the battle would have ended faster. However, the man was not killed, and his soul was wrapped in blood mist. After recovering, he immediately fled. "He should have broken the limit three times!" A senior disciple reminded everyone.
The next moment, someone came up, wearing retro clothes, red armor, and a helmet.
Some people were speechless. Did some rumors in the world really affect the disciples of the True Saint Dojo? You need to protect your head when fighting with Sun Wukong. Wang Xuan said, "It seems that you know something about me. You came here wearing a helmet. If I were you, I would not go on the field." "You are a troublemaker!" The man approached and said,
Then came this sentence.
Wang Xuan's face darkened instantly. He couldn't stand this. He said coldly, "You are seeking death. Wearing a helmet is useless!"
"It's fine if you're making trouble in this world, but you dare to show off in front of the True Saint Dojo. Especially for a new True Saint Dojo like yours, it's pure bad luck to have a disciple like you."
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