Ling Fei, who was ranked high in the world, was easily defeated by Song Xuanzhou, which was much more shocking than losing two disciples of the Holy Lily Sect in seconds.
Therefore, warriors from all walks of life were immediately confused!
What's even more outrageous is...
The guy who played three games didn't even take a breath, so he clearly hasn't shown his true strength yet!
Could it be that this disciple of the Eternal Sect, who seems to be only in the fifth or sixth grade, is already strong enough to fight King Wu?
The elder of the Sword Controlling Sect frowned.
His own disciple was defeated, and then put a sword on his neck. He was defeated too quickly!
Unacceptable, intolerable!
"Fang Qingye."
The elder of Yujian Shengzong said solemnly: "Come out..."
"Elder Shi."
Cheng Huixin stopped him and said, "He is here to challenge our Holy Lily Sect, and we ask your sect to watch the battle from the sidelines."
"It doesn't matter."
Jun Changxiao shrugged, looking like he was in need of a beating, and said: "Today our Eternal Sect comes to East Haozhou, and we welcome all forces to send disciples to challenge us at any time!"
People from the Sword Controlling Sect can be counted in the epic mission, but what about the disciples from the Tongzhou forces?
A bit, looking forward to it!
"This guy is so crazy!"
"Does he think there is no one in our Donghao Prefecture?"
"It's unbearable!"
The warriors from all forces in East Haozhou were immediately angered. If they were not in the Holy Lily Sect, they would have sent outstanding disciples to fight!
The corners of Mu Changhong's mouth twitched.
Lord Jun, we are here to challenge the Holy Lily Sect, not the entire Donghao Prefecture!
As long as the epic mission can be exceeded, Jun Changxiao would really dare to declare war on the entire state!
"Master Jun."
Cheng Huixin raised her hand and said calmly: "The disciples of your sect are very powerful, and our sect must take them seriously."
"brush!"
A graceful figure flew from a distance and landed lightly on the martial arts field.
She was a beautiful woman about 20 years old, with long black hair scattered behind her, and she looked very smart.
"Jiang Qingyu!"
"Personal disciple!"
"The Holy Lily Sect is finally serious!"
"That guy will definitely lose!"
The warriors of Donghaozhou suddenly became excited!
Jun Changxiao shook his head and said: "Elder Cheng, you should have been serious earlier, this would be interesting."
"Xuanzhou."
"Have a good fight with others, and stop being so modest."
Everyone's mouths twitched slightly.
He was so humble that he lost three second-rate sect disciples with good qualifications in a matter of seconds. How can we fight if we take this seriously?
The clan leader wants to let himself go?
Song Xuanzhou shook his head and said: "Girl, please."
call!
call!
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Qingyu clasped his hands together, and his whole body suddenly erupted with an aura like a mountain roaring and a tsunami!
"King Wu!"
"This direct disciple is King Wu!"
The warriors from all walks of life exclaimed.
The disciples alone have reached the king level, and they are worthy of being a second-rate sect with full foundation!
The Donghaozhou warrior raised a sneer on his lips.
boy.
Still having trouble?
Woohoo——————
Jiang Qingyu waved his hands, and the overwhelming momentum quickly condensed into a substantial palm print in mid-air, pressing towards Song Xuanzhou!
The understanding of the attributes of heaven and earth at the king level is obviously better than that at the Zong level, so when she performs martial arts similar to palm skills, many young juniors stuck at the Wuzong level immediately become envious.
"Landslide and Earth Splitting Fist!"
Song Xuanzhou strode forward, swung his fists violently in the air, forming dense fist seals, and faced the pressing palm head-on!
"cut."
Everyone looked down upon him.
It is undeniable that this guy's boxing skills are very good, but fighting against a King of Martial Arts is nothing more than throwing an egg against a stone!
boom!
boom!
Suddenly, a loud noise came.
I only saw the fist seal that carried the power of landslides and earth-shattering, combed and struck on the big palm that was pressed down, and then cracks appeared in an instant!
The smile of the warrior who witnessed it suddenly froze.
"break!"
At this moment, Song Xuanzhou stepped on the ground, his right fist was immediately enveloped in flames, and he used the Mountain Collapsing and Earth Splitting Fist again!
That guy is a fire martial artist!
Boom——————————
Before everyone could be shocked, Song Xuanzhou's fist, powered by flames, directly shattered the palm print that was struggling to support him!
"puff!"
Jiang Qingyu took a few steps back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
brush!
Song Xuanzhou strode forward, and his whole body was suddenly filled with hot flames, saying: "How can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon?"
boom!
boom!
The scorching flames instantly turned into fire fists, bombarding them like crazy!
Thumb! Thumb! Thunk!
Jiang Qingyu retreated one after another, directly outside the martial arts arena, and then couldn't hold on anymore, and fell to the ground with a pale face.
Woohoo————————
The flames that filled his body gradually subsided, and Song Xuanzhou stood proudly, cupping his hands and saying, "I accept it!"
Even if his opponent is a woman, he will not show mercy to her.
"Ding! Defeat Lily Holy Sect disciples x 3!"
…
There was silence outside the martial arts arena.
The warriors in Donghaozhou all widened their eyes.
The Holy Lily Sect sent out its own disciples who had reached the level of King Wu, but they still lost, so completely!
That moment.
Their faces seemed to have been slapped dozens of times, causing burning pain.
The strong men frowned.
They were surprised that this Eternal Sect disciple was a fire-based martial artist, but his aura was still at the sect level when he attacked. How could he hit a Martial King who was unable to fight back!
Tell the truth.
Even without using Martial King level strength, Song Xuanzhou could defeat a first-level Martial King like Jiang Qingyu.
Because regardless of qualifications, physical body, and spiritual energy, they are absolutely suppressed.
"Elder Cheng."
Jun Changxiao said lightly: "A direct disciple of your sect is nothing more than this."
At this time.
He has the right to be arrogant!
"Crack!"
Cheng Huixin clenched her fists tightly.
Since the beginning, the Wangu Sect has not replaced a second disciple, but its own side has lost three people in a row, and there is also a Martial King. This is really unacceptable.
"metropolitan."
Song Xuanzhou said: "I'm a little tired."
He was a little embarrassed for showing off in four consecutive games.
"metropolitan."
Li Shangtian asked: "Can I go out to fight?"
"Go ahead."
"yes!"
Li Shangtian stepped onto the martial arts arena, replaced Song Xuanzhou, then swept away the disciples of the Holy Lily Sect, raised his fingers and said: "Girls, please come over here."
This action, this tone, so mean!
"Elder!"
A disciple of Lily Holy Sect said unbearably: "Disciple is willing to ask for a fight!"
"Go." Cheng Hui thought to herself.
In her opinion, this new Eternal Sect disciple is much weaker than Song Xuanzhou in terms of aura, and his strength should not be too high.
…
On the martial arts field, the two exchanged names.
brush!
Li Shangtian didn't think that the lady had the priority to attack, so he rushed over with Zongyun Step, and without giving the opponent any chance, he used the Landslide and Earth Splitting Fist.
boom!
boom!
Psychic energy spreads, disrupting the martial arts field.
"Plop!"
Not long after, the Holy Lily Sect disciple who went to fight was beaten away.
"Concession."
Li Shangtian grinned, and the more he looked at him, the more he deserved to be beaten.
"Why."
Jun Changxiao shrugged and said, "Elder Cheng, the inner disciples of your sect are too weak."
Cheng Huixin was so angry that her hands were shaking.
"Well, let's change the way we play."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "How about each disciple of our sect fights ten disciples of your sect ten times, and if he loses one, he will lose one round?"