Invincible starts from fooling the old man and cultivating immortals

Chapter 221 This is the strength of Xianmen
Since there were only three people on the Fujin side, Xianmen and the others selected three people by drawing lots last night.

Coincidentally, they were father and son Wang Zhixing and Wang Jiajun, and the third was Ma Dong.

on the field.

When he saw Kogoro Damon rushing towards him, Wang Jiajun took a step forward. .

"Uncle Ma Dong, leave this big muscle to me." Wang Jiajun said confidently.

"Then I'll deal with this young man." Ma Dong laughed.

The rest of them sat cross-legged, looking like they were watching a play, showing no sense of tension.

Soon, Wang Jiajun and Daimon Kogoro met.

The two shook hands, their knuckles creaking, like gladiators fighting each other for strength.

Daimon Kogoro clenched his teeth, his face was flushed with blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was bursting with veins, as if he was about to explode in the next second.

Wang Jiajun, on the other hand, looked relaxed with a smile on his face.

At this moment, Daimon Kogoro was terrified.

He felt that what he was facing was not a person, but a mountain.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move a single bit.

Wang Jiajun laughed and said, "Your, it's useless."

Although the language was barrier, Kogoro Daimon understood this sentence.

He was angry, angry.

Since physical strength alone is useless, you can only use your hole cards.

Therefore, he immediately passed down the secret method in his family, that is, the art of body training.

After about three breaths, a powerful aura gushed out from him.

Daimon Kogoro's body suddenly changed, turning into a black stone-like giant.

From a distance, Daimon Kogoro and Wang Jiajun are like adults and three or four-year-old children.

At this moment, the hearts of the audience reached their throats,
They have seen how terrifying the giant Daimon Kogoro is.

Its strength is like innate talent, killing a martial artist at the master level is as easy as crushing an ant.

The Patriarchs are also extremely nervous.

"This power is a bit interesting, but it's still too bad." Wang Jiajun smiled softly.

He twisted his body, like throwing a hammer in an Olympic event, and easily threw Kogoro Daimon out.

Afterwards, Wang Jiajun tapped the ground with his toes, and his body instantly became blurred.

The afterimage flashed across, and Wang Jiajun appeared above Kogoro Damon strangely.

With one stroke, the white crane spreads its wings, then raises its right leg, and whips its leg down with one stroke.

Bang!
Daimon Kogoro's huge body was like a ball, hitting the ground heavily.

On the ground of the high-strength venue, a large hole appeared in an instant.

Seeing this scene, there was an uproar in the auditorium, and the expressions were very shocked.

At the VIP table, everyone advocated to open their mouths and eyes wide, with expressions of disbelief.

"This...is this the strength of Xianmen?" The Patriarchs seemed at a loss, feeling that their entire life had been spent cultivating in vain.

at this time,

Damon Kogoro, who was blasted into the ground, had no combat strength, his body was sluggish, and his body slowly returned to its original shape.

After the battle was resolved, Wang Jiajun calmly returned to the main army and was a quiet observer.

On the other hand,
The battle between Ma Dong and Fei Cun Yexin is intensified.

The two sides went back and forth, Ma Dong didn't seem to intend to end the battle early, and wanted to sharpen his swordsmanship from Fei Cun Yexin.

Although most of the fighting methods of immortal cultivators are spells or magic weapons, close combat is almost rare.

But Ma Dong has his own preferences. He prefers hearty melee combat to boring long-range attacks.

After hundreds of rounds,
Ma Dong has already seen through Fei Cun Yexin's swordsmanship, and feels that there is no value to learn.

So, he started working hard.

Clang!

The long sword in Ma Dong's hand swung very fast, each sword could bring a strong wind.

Fei Cun Yexin suddenly fell into a disadvantage, and retreated steadily, with more and more sword marks on his body.

For this situation, he had already expected it.

He knew very well that his sword practice was very different from the opponent's.

But he will not be afraid, will not give in.

For him, the stronger the opponent is, the higher his fighting spirit will be.

Soon, Feicun Yexin was chopped off by Ma Dong's sword.

The powerful force made his blood churn, and he spit out a big mouthful of blood immediately.

Ma Dong did not kill.

If she really wanted to kill him, she wouldn't spend so long with him.

"Little baby, admit defeat!" Ma Dong persuaded.

He could also see that with Fei Cun Yexin's nature, he would never surrender unless he died in battle.

I saw Fei Cun Yexin stabbing the ground with both knives, holding the handles tightly, and stood up with difficulty.

His body was staggering, and his body had reached its limit.

For ordinary people, it is almost impossible to continue fighting.

But Fei Cun Yexin is different, he has his own persistence.

He felt that he was born entirely for the sword, and that he could die under the way of sword that he loves, and he would die without regret.

So, ignoring his own body, he used the family's ultimate mystery "One Sword Shura" again.

Whoa!
in an instant,
Purple-black energy surrounded him, his eyes were cold and fearless, like a god of war.

Seeing this, Ma Dong shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Young man! Always like to suffer."

"Since you want to fight, let's convince you to lose."

Ma Dong raised his arm, swung his wrist upwards, and the sword in his hand was thrown into the air.

"Why, did he choose to abandon his sword to fight Fei Cun Yexin's one-knife Shura?
It's too confident!
If you don't do it well, you may lose! "

Seeing this scene, the Patriarchs were full of worries.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the long sword thrown in the air by Ma Dong seemed to be alive.

Accompanied by a sword cry, the long sword flew towards Feicun Yexin.

Swish!
The flying speed of the long sword was very fast, like a comet passing by, leaving a long tail behind.

In a blink of an eye,

There was only a loud sound of iron objects colliding, and the long sword and Fei Cun Yexin 'fighted'.

The long sword carried great power and cut off Fei Cun Yexin's double swords in an instant.

Then, the powerful impact was like a hurricane, and it was easily blown away.

The moment he hit the ground, the long sword instantly appeared above his head.

then,

The hilt of the sword hit him on the forehead, and Fei Cun Yexin lost consciousness and never got up again.

After finishing all this, the long sword returned to Ma Dong's side spiritually, hovering over his head, emitting a bright sword glow.

And the buzzing sound of the sword sounded like ripples, spreading throughout the venue.

At this moment, the audience is silent.

On the other side of the VIP seat, all the Patriarchs were standing up, staring at Ma Dong conspicuously.

They were horrified inside, their eyeballs were wide open, as if they were about to jump out.

For all this, Ma Dong acted as if nothing had happened.

Just now was just the use of Yujianshu.

As a sword cultivator, sword control is the most basic foundation. If you can't kill mortals in one blow, then you're still a fart.

then,

With a thought, the long sword returned to the scabbard by itself.

At this time, only the man in black was left on the side of Fujin.

She decides the victory or defeat of Wotsu.

At this moment, she took off her black robe.

The angelic appearance and beautiful figure instantly caused an uproar in the audience.

No one expected that this mysterious black-robed man was actually such a beautiful woman.

But this beautiful appearance is not her final appearance.

As the referee, Qin Chuan is also very much looking forward to what surprises this monster genetically modified person can bring.

(End of this chapter)