The saint laughed in anger. All the heads and strong people in the highest level of the stands could feel the anger in the saint's heart:
"What a little nine-star peak control emperor who relies on a broken weapon! I didn't expect that I would miss twice in a row, very good! Boy! You have given me a huge shame that I can't erase for life, you're dead
It’s all you! Only you die, oh, no, you can’t die. I want to capture you alive, let your body suffer all the pain in the world, and let your soul be blasted by the external wind forever, and you cannot turn over.
You must make life worse than death! Only in this way can you wash away the great shame and humiliation you brought to me!"
The majestic figure disappeared into the closed space of the highest stands. The next moment, the saint actually appeared in the central arena.
The dignified saint actually fell into the central stadium regardless of his identity and wanted to capture a small contestant like Jun Mo alive.
It is enough to show the anger of the saint and the shame in the saint's heart. He has completely included Jun Mo as the object of being captured alive and subjected to all kinds of punishments, so he did not hesitate to demote himself and enter the stadium.
No one knew that at this time, several ordinary figures appeared quietly on some empty seats in the ordinary stands outside the stadium. No one felt their arrival, as if they had been sitting there since the beginning.
, but if you really have to look at it carefully, you will find that the seats are empty, without any impression. There was a person sitting there.
Of course, at this moment, the attention of all the audience, the strong men, guests, heads of the aristocratic families, elders, and deacons in the entire arena were stunned by the majestic figure that fell into the venue!
"Haha! You are so obedient! You'll come in, and you'll come in!"
Jun Mo looked at Wei'an figure and grinned instead.
What Jun Mo is worried about is that this saint who disregards the rules and randomly intervenes in the competition and does not enter the stadium. He is not so arrogant that he has the strength to break through the powerful formation ban in the central field. Lightning strikes a person who has experienced the earth feng shui fire.
The true saint of calamities.
But if you enter the arena, that's different.
This is a space, a closed space. Jun Mo can easily sense the position of the opponent's existence with his powerful and perverted spiritual sense and actively launch an attack. Unlike the saint who is outside the arena, he can only passively defend.
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"Die it for me!"
The majestic figure suddenly moved, and still had a big hand, turned into a huge palm and grabbed Jun Mo in front of him.
"Hmph! With the same trick, aren't you looking for a draw?"
Jun Mo sneered repeatedly, and the Thunder Sword turned into a thousand feet of lightning, shattering the void and slashing directly onto the giant palm.
boom!
With a loud bang, lightning flashes shattered one after another, Jun Moru was hit by lightning, and all his orifices were bleeding.
Looking at the Zhu Lei Sword again, the sword body was broken, and Hao Ran was left with only a palm-sized token "Zhu" and it was still intact.
The Thunder Sword is an enhanced version of the immortal soldier after the improvement of the ancient tree of the Dogo Small War. It was slapped by a palm. The opponent's seemingly ordinary palm was more than ten times the power of the other party's grab just now.
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The Thunder Sword is already Jun Mo’s strongest single-body offensive weapon!
Now, it is impossible to break like this, weaken its power, and then use it to attack the other party.
"Damn it! You're trying to force the young master to use his trick!"
Jun Mo was angry. He had made up his mind to use the strongest attack to deal with this bastard saint. Even if he had the chance, he would definitely kill him and crack this bastard!
"Endless battle posts, fight the world!"
Jun Mo roared to the sky, and his whole body shook violently. In an instant, hundreds of big hands were divided into differentiated, swinging them in one go, and making hundreds of battle posts.
Hundreds of battle posts, one hundred and nine of which were high-quality treasure-level battle posts he obtained from the Jun family elders. The rest were all battle posts he had consumed his own energy and refined or snatched.
The worst even have royal war posts.
All the battle posts, hundreds of them, were like dense raindrops in the air, and rushed towards the bastard saint.
Rumble!
Hundreds of powerful and powerful posts emitted endless momentum, unprecedented and powerful means shocked the heavens.
Jun Mo made all the battle posts in his body.
At this moment, the mental power in his body also gushed out like a tide, instantly reducing by 40%. However, in his heart, there are holy water, holy pills, and rushing like a tide, and his mental power is instantly
Sufficient supplementation.
Jun Mo played all the battle posts in his body, but he almost didn't consume them!
With Holy Water, Jun Mo's mental strength can be described as endless. He is not afraid of consumption at all. As long as he is not killed by someone in one blow, or, as long as he is not exhausted at once, he will die of exhaustion. His battle
Power is infinite!
The longer the battle is, the more holy water, holy pills, and even imperial crystals he has refined. Maybe he can directly improve his strength, become a venerable in one fell swoop, exert the strength of a true saint, and take this bastard saint in one fell swoop.
Kill.
Jun Mo suddenly drew hundreds of hands and made hundreds of powerful battle posts. Immediately, all the audience, the strong men and guests, and even the heads, elders, and deacons of some small and medium-sized families were all excited.
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"Ah! Battle posts, so many battle posts! All are treasure-level, oh no, there are also royal-level battle posts!"
"What? The battle post, that kid actually made a battle post. He is a spiritual controller, how is that possible! The magic weapon that fused in his body is not a single spiritual controller, he is a dual-spirit control expert!"
"Oh my God, so many battle posts! Medium-grade, top-grade, top-grade, Oh my God! There are more than a hundred high-quality treasures, how is this possible? Can this be controlled by a venerable?"
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, we must have read it wrong!"
"Yes, yes, that's the one who made the battle posts is so amazing! Even a semi-saint who has been preserved for tens of thousands of years cannot make so many battle posts at once! Is this still a human?"
"Yes! Look at that kid, he was calm and composed. He made so many battle posts in one breath, but he didn't even breathe. It's so incredible. This kid is not a human, but a monster, he is definitely a monster!"
"Yes, as a spiritual controller, it is easy to control the battle posts, but there are so many high-quality treasure-level battle posts, and even hundreds of emperor-level battle posts. So many, the consumption of light energy is an unimaginable astronomical world.
Number! I think even those saints who are arrogant will not be able to make so many battle posts at the same time! His mental strength cannot be consumed!"
"Miracle! I think, this is an absolute miracle!"
"Yes, yes! This boy is an unprecedented miracle! The Holy Land Competition has been held for so many times, and there has never been such a stunning and stunning genius junior!"
"It's only the peak control emperor of the Nine Stars, so powerful. If this boy breaks through and becomes a venerable, what level should he reach? It's unimaginable, it's simply unimaginable!"