Peerless God of War

Chapter 3755 Wu Yong shows his skills



The power of the phantom martial spirit is very terrifying, explosive and terrifying. It is already very difficult to control all of it, let alone condense it into a line.

Only martial practitioners who are extremely proficient in this way and have gone through countless trials can do it.

Now, Wu Xiao did it, which surprised Chen Xiao.

The man holding the sword was frightened when he saw such a formation. The shadow fell down, with his arms in front to protect him firmly behind him, and the sword moved forward in an attempt to block this fatal blow.

boom!

The green and red air waves spread crazily, and because they were so powerful, they even hit the formation barrier and vibrated back and forth, which looked very shocking.

The next moment, the shadow of the man holding the sword suddenly shattered, and his whole body was slashed away by the sword, and he fell fiercely in a pool of blood.

His eyes widened, feeling very unwilling to do so, and his face was filled with bitterness.

"Wu Xiao, the winner!" the referee on the edge of the third ring said.

At this time, the formation barrier slowly fell down. Wu Xiao stood on the spot, cupped his hands and said: "I accept it."

"Hmph, if you are not as good as others, you will lose if you lose."

The man holding the sword was dissatisfied, but he also knew that he was indeed no match for Wu Xiao, so he simply gave up without losing his grace.

Wu Xiao then got off the ring with a smile on his face.

"Next group, Wu Yong, stage two."

"Zhou Ziming, Arena No. 2."

The duel in the ring is still going on, and this time it is the turn of another one of the Three Immortals of Peach Valley, who uses a sword. Chen Xiao was very impressed with Wu Yong before.

As for Zhou Ziming, Chen Xiao thought for a moment, frowned, and guessed: "Could this person be from the Zhou family? He really looks like him."

On the other side, the three immortals of Peach Valley looked very dignified and serious.

"Brother, it's your turn, don't disappoint others. Your opponent seems to be a well-established guy with several good treasures on his body, so be more careful."

Wu Shang, standing aside, said with concern.

Wu Yong just smiled casually and didn't care. Instead, he looked at Wu Xiao, who was sitting cross-legged to heal his injuries, and asked, "How is it? Does the injury matter?"

Wu Xiao endured the pain, smiled, and said, "It's okay, I can still hold on. Brother, you must win."

"Yes, I will win." Wu Yong said with great confidence.

"Wu Yong, hurry up." At this time, the referee standing next to the ring urged loudly.

Zhou Ziming, who had just stood on the ring, grinned and said: "Is this guy named Wu Yong scared? If he is, you can give up now to avoid suffering a lot of physical pain later."

Zhou Ziming was wearing a bright battle armor and holding a long knife. He stood on the ring with great momentum. He stared at Wu Yong arrogantly with contempt in his eyes.

Wu Yong didn't say anything, he just silently jumped onto the ring, a hundred feet away from his opponent, looking at each other in the air, with a faint sneer on his face.

Are you kidding? How can a mere rich man and a powerful man understand the hardships of their casual cultivators?

Today, he must win.

The barrier fell slowly, and even before it fell completely, Zhou Ziming took the opportunity to take the lead. He danced with the long knife in his hand, and a sword shadow of more than a hundred feet long fell suddenly.

I saw that Wu Yong looked extremely calm and didn't make much gestures. He looked very plain and just pointed the long sword in his hand.

call out!

Nothing

A strange sound split the air, and the flying sword came out and stabbed through.

It was in the air, but Wu Yong's flying sword didn't seem to have any impact at all, and his speed didn't even slow down at all.

The next moment, Zhou Ziming's face changed wildly, and the flying sword came closer and stabbed.

Zhou Ziming slashed with his sword.

boom!

A terrifying air wave exploded, and then the sword in Zhou Ziming's hand actually fell out of his hand and fell to the ground, and Wu Yong's flying sword stabbed him in the chest.

Poof!

In mid-air, Zhou Ziming flew out upside down, spitting out a large amount of blood in mid-air, which turned into blood flowers all over the sky, which was extremely sad and beautiful.

The battle armor Zhou Ziming was wearing was severely dented in the chest area. Countless runes on the battle armor lit up, neutralizing most of the sharp energy of the sword.

But even so, Zhou Ziming was seriously injured after being struck by this sword.

Seeing this, Chen Xiao sneered, "As the old saying goes, you need to be strong to strike. If your own strength is weak and your foundation is unstable, no matter how good the armor is, you will not be able to exert its power."

This point was vividly reflected in Zhou Ziming, and Chen Xiao could see through it at a glance.

Zhou Ziming rolled around on the ground several times, his face covered with blood, and he was extremely embarrassed. He desperately got up again, staring at Wu Yong with vicious eyes.

As for Wu Yong, he did not pursue him, but took his time to look at the other person, and he was smiling.

At the moment of the fight, he had already seen the depth of the opponent. Although the realm was also in the late stage of Tribulation Immortal, the monks who had experienced countless life and death battles and those who relied on pills and resources to accumulate were completely different. a different level.

Zhou Zi

Ming also saw the contempt and ridicule of the other party. His face was ashen, he wiped some blood, held a long knife, and rushed over again.

"snort!"

Wu Yong just sneered, and the flying sword flew into the air, turning into a misty sword shadow. There were hundreds of them, and they hit Zhou Ziming head and face.

boom!

On the ring, a terrifying sword energy storm swept across, involving Zhou Ziming. Blood surged wildly, turning into a terrifying bloody man, who fell on the ring, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The referee glanced at Zhou Ziming on the ground and said coldly: "Wu Yong, wins!"

"Oh, you are a loser and a waste. I have spent so many years cultivating it in vain. I don't know how many resources and treasures have been wasted. It is really useless."

Seeing that his disciple was defeated so easily and in such an embarrassing manner, Zhou Xun was about to explode with anger.

Losing is actually not terrible, but losing so ugly is unacceptable to Zhou Xun.

"I'm sorry, ancestor, I lost." Zhou Ziming said with great difficulty in the pool of blood.

"Go away, lift him down quickly, don't let me see him again." Zhou Xun shouted, very rude.

"Yes, ancestor."

Immediately, several members of the Zhou family stepped forward and lifted Zhou Ziming down.

For a time, the movement here attracted the attention of many people, most of whom were watching Zhou Xun's jokes.

"So this is what the Zhou family's children are capable of? It's funny, they actually lost so miserably and couldn't even survive the first round. It's really a big joke and they became the butt of the joke."

"Don't you know? It's rumored that something happened to the Zhou family a few days ago, and many members of the clan were killed or injured. Even Zhou Jie, the heir to the young clan leader, accidentally died in the Endless Sea. If it happens again,

If this continues, I'm afraid the Zhou family will soon be doomed. "


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