Creating a Civilization: Beginning with Budo University

Chapter 149

"Roar~" the quasi-king of the Dragon Clan roared.

"Ao Lie, the quasi-king of the dragon clan, wants to fight against the martial arts experts of the human race. Which friend is willing to fight?"

"What's so good about it? Yan Wubai is defeated, and we, the Quasi-King Supreme, are still undefeated. Compared with the flesh body, our Dragon Clan is not afraid of any race~"

"Dragon clan?" Yue Shan, the head of the Earth Martial Academy, jumped up, "Tianlong clan?"

"I don't know how much stronger than Huanglong's physical body. I heard that the Tianlong clan is the head of all dragons. I don't know how strong your physical body is. My clan has a martial arts treasure body, fight!"

"Desolate dragon?" Tianlong Ao Lie spat out a mouthful of dragon breath disdainfully, and hummed: "How can a mere sub-dragon be compared with my Tianlong clan, whose physical body is respected by my Tianlong clan!"

"There are thousands of races in the starry sky, and the body of the dragon race is also the king of all races. Today, the Japanese dragon will try your human race's martial arts treasure body!"

"Come!"

One person and one dragon didn't say a word, they just collided directly.

There are no fancy tricks, it's completely punching to the flesh, Ao Lie even shrunk in size, and the dragon claws tore through the void and grabbed it.

Yue Shan's blood turned into a dark golden stellar energy covering his whole body, like a jet-black King Kong. Ao Lie could tear apart the dragon's claws in the void, but it was difficult to break his precious body.

But his powerful and heavy fists can make Ao Lie suffer unceasingly.

With one punch, sparks splashed and bursts of golden light burst out. One person, one dragon, one punch and one claw, it was completely a life-and-death fight.

"Open the sky. Knife!"

On the shining day of the sword, an illusory figure soared into the sky in the far distance, and fell straight down with a single stroke of the sword.

The ten-thousand-foot-long sword light swept across hundreds of miles in an instant, turning into an extremely bright sword light, and slashed at Mu Yanran on the top of the mountain, with no intention of hiding the fierce killing intent.

But Mu Yanran was still holding the sword body of the holy maiden of the Sword Spirit Tribe, and the light in her eyes had not changed in the slightest.

The head of the Tianwu Academy opened his eyes, and a red gold bronze bell was wrapped in red energy and blood, and it went straight to meet the cutting sword light, and the endless light spread instantly.

There was a loud noise and tremors, and the ears of countless creatures from all races bled, and the blood in their bodies was turbulent, and they just spurted blood and fell to the ground, almost unable to move.

"Human Race, hand over the Sword Spirit Saintess, otherwise, die!" A domineering voice sounded.

"Sword Spirit Clan?" Holding the bronze bell in his hand, the dean of Tianwu Academy said with a cold look in his eyes, "This Yanhuang Human Clan, Yu Chiwu, send you on your way!"

"Huh~" The Saint Son of the Sword Spirit Clan snorted coldly, and the Heavenly Sword fell down again.

The bronze bell in Yuchiwu's hand went directly to meet it, and then another pagoda appeared, rushing straight from bottom to top, endless precious light appeared, and there was a lot of murderous aura on it.

On Tianjiao Great Star, of all the races participating in the Ten Thousand Clans Tianjiao War, almost every race has tens of thousands of people here
Thousands of races, at least tens of millions or billions of Tianjiao competed on the entire star. In three days, more than [-]% of Tianjiao died, and Yu Chiwu killed no less than a hundred of them.

Even, the quasi-king had two folded under his golden bell pagoda, almost dead and without a whole body, and was directly smashed into a blood mist.

"It's so fierce, it's so fierce, the sword spirit clan is going to be miserable~" A small white unicorn landed beside Dao Shengji and the others.

"Emperor Qilin." Dao Shengji frowned slightly, and asked suspiciously: "Why do you think that bastard Tiandao is not an opponent of this human race? You have fought against each other before?"

"Little Qilin, why are you here? The Qilin Clan didn't seem to bring you here?" The quasi-king of the Demon Clan smiled maliciously.

"Hmph, Moxie, you want to get me, believe it or not, I stomped you to death with a unicorn leg, your brother can't stop my elder brother's kick, believe it or not, you can't stop me either? "Bai Qilin said domineeringly.

"Bah, I forgot to say, you must remember, you must not fight with the human race above, it will be miserable!"

"Young master's unicorn legs were broken by him, it took the boss to escape, and he spent a whole day of training before rushing to Tianzhu Mountain."

"So you are deflated?" Mo Xie smiled evilly, as if recalling something.

There are now two emperors of the Qilin tribe, one is the current Qilin Holy King, who was at the pinnacle of the king realm ten thousand years ago, and his self-proclaimed elder brother was trampled to pieces by the Qilin Holy King.
Tsk tsk tsk, guess, in this life, it is very difficult to have a chance of revenge.

And the second emperor is the white unicorn in front of him. It is said that his aptitude is better than that of the qilin holy king.

Born only a few hundred years ago, he has already stepped into the quasi-king supreme. The Qilin Emperor has something to say, and Bai Qilin is likely to reach the quasi-emperor's realm within ten thousand years.

However, this white unicorn has a bad habit, it is very fond of all kinds of treasures.
Presumably, when he saw the golden bell pagoda, he tried to seize it but was beaten by that human race.

Tsk, so that guy, Tiandao, is going to die?
Regardless of whether it was the evil spirit or the vitality of the Dao, there was a slight tremor in his heart, another quasi-king supreme was about to die, and something big was going to happen today.

Sure enough, in the sky, the Heavenly Knife Sword Spirit controlled himself to cut out of the extreme state, and his phantom was much darker, but the face of Yu Chiwu on the opposite side remained unchanged, with a golden bell protecting his body, and a pagoda rampaging.

Hitting against his body again and again, the torrential force almost smashed his body into pieces, causing him to howl again and again in horror.

"I'm defeated, I'm defeated, I can't, I have to escape." The Holy Son of the Sword Spirit Clan trembled in shock.

"Do you want to escape?" Yu Chiwu's voice was very cold, the golden bell instantly landed on the body of the Holy Child of the Sword Spirit Clan, and the golden light fell down to cover his body.

"You can't escape. I'm here, but you can't escape. The sword becomes a spirit, but it's a good forging material. Please go on your way!"

"I am the Holy Son of the Sword Spirit, do you dare to kill me?" The Holy Son of the Sword Spirit slammed into the golden light that was falling from the golden bell.

"Why don't you dare?" Yu Chiwu was very indifferent, glanced at the top of the mountain and said: "It just so happens that the senior sister is going to prove the way, and needs a lot of treasures to forge her own magic weapon to prove the way, and broke a piece of the body of the sword spirit saint , I will send you the body of the Holy Child of the Sword Spirit, and congratulate the senior sister who is about to prove the Tao!"

"Collide!"

The golden bell pagoda collided, and the Holy Son of the Sword Spirit controlled the body, cutting out one after another of the sword lights, and began to desperately fight with a violent breath.

No matter how desperate you are, your own body will be directly folded here. The saber energy given by the ancestor was originally intended to be used on the battlefields of the two worlds, but now it is used here to fight desperately.
Mind alert, the emperor's saber energy, let alone Yu Chiwu can't stop it, even Mu Yanran can't stop it.

Sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, Mu Yanran's beautiful eyes slightly opened, and she lightly looked at the sky
The sword spirit of the emperor cut out by the holy son of the sword spirit. It's gone
As soon as the sword qi was cut, it dissipated in an instant, as if it had never appeared before.
Looking at the saber energy of his ancestor, it dissipated before it could show its power, the Holy Son of Dao Ling roared: "No!"

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