Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 790 Violence
On the battle platform, the girl was wearing a white warrior shirt, and the light blue Luochen sword emitted a hazy light, attracting countless surprised eyes.

Such a young woman defeated Guo Shan cleanly.

And the countless disciples of Zongzong burst into cheers.

Below the battle stage, Guo Shan stared at Wu Xingling coldly, walked to a man in yellow, and said, "That woman is very powerful, wearing a treasure that can block my bell."

The yellow-clothed man sneered, looked over with dark eyes, and said: "You can't even beat a woman, what a waste, let me deal with it."

"It's a shame to be beaten in public by a woman, but you're not much better than me."

Anger surged in Guo Shan's eyes.

"Then you can see how I deal with her."

The man in yellow smiled strangely, the space in front of him was distorted, and he stepped up to the battle platform, saying: "Song Zhen, I'm here to experience the strength of the girl, but the fists and feet have no eyes, so be careful, you won't be hurt wherever you get hurt." alright."

Facing Song Zhen's hypocritical words, almost everyone let out a sigh.

"It's not your turn to talk about it in my Zongzong's place."

Suddenly, Wu Xingling disappeared in a blink of an eye, stabbing with his sword at an unfathomable speed, a trace emerged in the void, and he came in front of Song Zhen.

"The sword is fast, but its strength is too weak."

However, in the face of Wu Xingling's fierce offensive, Song Zhen smiled lightly, and slapped the Luochen sword to one side with his fingers shrouded in green light.

Wu Xingling frowned slightly, his figure flickered, Luochen Sword suddenly swept away, and countless sword flowers transformed into lightning, stabbing at Song Zhen.

Song Zhen frowned slightly, sneered, and moved slightly, a green light beam shot out, and the body in front of him retreated a few steps violently.

"boom!"

The mighty zhenyuan was surging, Song Zhen was extremely experienced in fighting, and with his hands folded, a forest-like scene was quickly suppressed, as if it was endless.

Lu Feng looked at the battle situation on the battle stage, and said worriedly: "This Song Zhen has reached the peak strength of the four transformations, and I am afraid that he is not far away from the five transformations."

But at this moment, Wu Xingling was shrouded in that forest, no matter how much the long sword in his hand was torn apart, it was born in a moment.

"Taste my palm."

A ferocious look flashed across Song Zhen's face, he raised his five fingers, grabbed the surging true essence, turned it into a paw print, and slammed it down heavily.

Wu Xingling's expression changed drastically, nine sword lights shone from the Luochen sword, and rushed towards him like nine penetrating rainbows.

Countless sharp fragments exploded in the space, Song Zhen swayed for a while, leaving behind an afterimage, but the deity had already come to her body, and slapped her palm forward.

boom!
Wu Xingling turned slightly to the side, but a strong wind still brushed against Xiang's shoulders.

Seeing this, Song Zhen turned into nine phantoms in an instant.

Facing these nine phantoms that were difficult to distinguish between true and false, Wu Xingling's expression was a little panicked, and the sword energy immediately transformed into countless light circles to guard around his body.

But at the moment when the nine phantoms shattered, Song Zhen quickly appeared behind her, with a sneer, and slapped his palm prints.

The majestic power surged past, even with the protection of the holy inner armor, Wu Xingling's delicate body trembled forward unavoidably, a muffled sound came out of his mouth, and a bright blood stain appeared at the corner of his mouth .

"I have touched the fur of Wuchang Transformation into Void."

A coldness surged in Lu Feng's eyes.

Although this is still extremely superficial, it is already a great threat to the Four Transformation Warriors.

"If you only have these methods, then just get out of here obediently!"

Countless cyan vines exploded from his hands, piercing towards Wu Xingling like blades, that fierce attack carried a deadly killing intent.

"Protoss, admit defeat!"

Wu Qingtian yelled violently, at this moment everyone could see that Song Zhen had completely taken the initiative.

Before Wu Xingling could open his mouth, Song Zhen smiled sullenly, "Since you don't want to admit defeat, then don't blame me for being cruel!"

Song Zhen's speed was extremely fast, his hands formed marks like lightning, and the vines turned into nine long spears, completely blocking Wu Xingling's avoidance range, and an offensive that was violent enough to overwhelm the sky and cover the earth.

"Junior, dare to be presumptuous!"

Wu Qingtian yelled angrily, seeing that Song Zhen dared to kill him, a burst of holy power blasted out, intending to rescue Wu Xingling.

"Hehe, you are a saint, so it's better for us not to interfere in the discussion between the younger generations, and let them play by themselves."

Mu Sheng smiled lightly and sneered, his timing of the attack was extremely tricky, a blue light collapsed Wu Qingtian's holy power.

On the battle arena, Wu Xingling was also dazed for a moment because of this sudden and fierce attack. The terrifying attack made her grit her teeth tightly, and folded her jade hands, wanting to forcibly accept this move.

Song Zhen's eyes were cruel, as if he had already seen the scene where the fragrance disappeared and the jade died.

"You want to die!"

But at this moment, a figure suddenly moved, turning into a flash of white light, a big hand wrapped around her slender waist, and the palm of one hand slashed forward, severing nine spears violently.

Wu Xingling narrowed his eyes and leaned his head against the masculine chest, his cheeks flushed a little.

"This is just a discussion. Don't you think it's too shameless for you to deal with a girl in such a cruel way? Could it be that the people in Musheng Palace are educated like you?"

Lu Feng raised his head, looked at Song Zhen with icy eyes, and a wave of violence spewed out from his bones.

"Where did the boy come from, dare to speak in such a tone in front of me, you can also talk about me, Musheng Palace?"

Hearing Lu Feng's words, Song Zhen's expression was extremely gloomy.

"It's that kid."

The saint's memory can be called a photographic memory, Mu Sheng recognized Lu Feng at a glance, and he also had a killing intent.

Just because of this kid, his bet with Tu Sheng fell short, and he lost a holy vein in vain.

"Mu Sheng, your junior disciple is really cruel and ruthless, but you want to kill people in just one sparring."

Seeing that Wu Xingling was safe and sound, Wu Qingtian heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately glared at Mu Sheng with angry eyes.

Yusheng and Ziyuesheng's faces were also very ugly.

Mu Sheng tapped the wooden table with his fingers, and said calmly: "Since it's a sparring session, it's normal if you can't control your strength, and casualties are inevitable. If you are afraid of Zhitianmen, you can stop this sparring session between juniors."

"You" Wu Qingtian was furious.

But at this time, a voice sounded in his ears, saying: "Senior, leave the rest to me, and I will let Mu Sheng know what is truly uncontrollable power."

Lu Feng's voice transmission made Wu Qingtian quiet down.

Although this young man still only respected Wu Sanbian, for some reason, he believed in his heart that he would do something unusual. Perhaps it was because he brought back the holy source from the space of the ancestral hall.

Immediately, he took a deep breath and said: "Mu Sheng, remember, you said this, don't regret it when the time comes, then don't blame us for being rude."

Wu Qingtian's words made Mu Sheng frowned, feeling a little uneasy in his heart
"Mushenggong Song Zhen, I will play with you from now on."

(End of this chapter)