Wanwu Tianzun

Chapter 202
On the battle platform, Wen Lang was so angry that his eyes were about to burst into flames.

"Xuanwu Palace, are you kidding me? Just send such a piece of trash to participate in the temple duel?" Wen Lang gritted his teeth.

Under the battle arena, Xiao Chen sneered and said, "Trash? Let's wait until you have the strength to defeat him first."

On the other side, on the side of the battle platform, Mu Tian, ​​the head of Tianwu Hall, also frowned.

"That guy, what's the details?" Mu Tian asked.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. He felt that there might be something special about Xuanwu Palace sending this person to play.

"Looking back, this person's name is Li Tianjue, and he is a new student who joined the Martial God Hall this year! The score of the entrance examination is... 63 points?" Beside Mu Tian, ​​a disciple held a thick stack of materials and exclaimed road.

"What? 63 points? Isn't that just a passing score, so you can only be an outer disciple?" Mu Tian was stunned.

This voice spread around the entire battlefield, making everyone stunned.

"This... What's going on with Xuanwu Hall? Even if there is no one else, there is no need to send such a piece of trash to the field, right?"

"It is estimated that the Xuanwu Palace wants to give up this game strategically, and consume an elite of the Tianwu Palace with a piece of trash!"

"Hey, but there are eleven people who are stronger than Wen Lang in Tianwu Hall! Even with such consumption, Xuanwu Hall has no chance of winning!"

"Hey, probably because they knew they were bound to lose this time, so they wanted to disgust Tianwu Hall, right?"

There was a lot of discussion around.

On the battle stage, Wen Lang took a deep breath, looked at Li Tianjue coldly and said, "Boy, I don't know what your Xuanwu Palace is thinking! But since you dare to play, don't blame me even if you die! You... let's do it!"

As he spoke, he raised his head and put his hands behind his back, waiting for Li Tianjue to make a move.

However, Li Tianjue on the opposite side shook his head and said, "You should strike first. If I strike first, you won't have a chance to fight back."

Crowd: ...

Up and down the battlefield, it was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

Everyone felt that their ears had misheard.

If he made a move, Wen Lang would have no chance to make a move?

Does this mean that he thinks he is far better than Wen Lang?
Can Wen Lang be killed in one move?

What a joke!

One is a top genius at the third level of the Heaven Martial Realm!
The other one is a piece of trash who has just passed the entrance examination and has been cultivated at the ninth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm!
The strength gap between the two sides is clear at a glance!
But this piece of rubbish claims to be able to kill a genius with one move!

Anyone who heard it thought it was a joke.

"Haha...you Xuanwu Hall are really a bunch of brain-damaged people! I really want to see, if you make the first move, why would I have no chance to make a move!" Wen Lang sneered.

"Are you sure?" Li Tianjue looked at him.

"Nonsense, make a quick move!" Wen Lang shouted.

Li Tianjue nodded and said, "Alright then!"

As he spoke, he lowered his body and held the hilt of the sword with one hand.

"Huh? What kind of move is this? Why is it so ugly?"

"And there is no aura fluctuation, is he serious?"

Under the battle arena, everyone was puzzled.

"I'm going to make a move. It doesn't matter how serious I am. Be careful." Li Tianjue said in a low voice.

"Damn it, just shoot if you're told! If you can hurt me, you win!" Wen Lang frowned.

Are you kidding me?
I am two realms higher than the opponent, even if I stand here and let him fight, the opponent will not be able to hurt me.

however……

"Aurora, draw your sword!" Li Tianjue over there suddenly roared.

In the next moment, an aurora seemed to flash across the battle stage. Most people in the field, before they realized what happened, saw Li Tianjue appearing behind Wen Lang at some point.

"Hehe, look, senior brother Wen Lang, his clothes are not messed up!"

"This kid shot with all his strength, but he couldn't make Senior Brother Wen Lang take half a step back. It's really embarrassing!"

"Oh, there is no way, the strength gap between the two sides is too huge!"

Everyone in Tianwu Hall spoke up one after another.

On the side of the stands, Mu Tian showed a slight smile, and said: "Wen Lang, don't waste time entangled with this trash! Hurry up, if it takes more than one move, if you can't kill this kid, your reward for this month will be gone." Already!"

Mu Tian was very proud of what he said, obviously felt that the winning ticket was already in hand, without any doubts.

Unfortunately, after he finished speaking, Wen Lang still stood there, motionless.

"Huh? Wen Lang, what are you doing?" Mu Tian noticed something was wrong and shouted loudly.

laugh……

And at this moment, a crisp voice sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a blood arrow shot out from Wen Lang's chest.

In almost an instant, blood soaked most of Wen Lang's skirt.

Plop, Wen Lang fell to the ground, twitching all over.

"Huh? What's going on? Brother Wen Lang was injured?"

"Are you kidding? How is it possible?"

Everyone in Tianwu Hall was shocked.

On the other side, Li Tianjue turned around slowly, looked at Wen Lang and said, "I've already told you, I told you to make the first move, you must listen, alas!"

Li Tianjue's words clearly fell into the ears of everyone in the room.

After a long pause, the stands went up and down, and the pot exploded immediately.

"Wow? Brother Wen Lang...was he injured?"

"Wen Lang lost! Was he instantly killed by a piece of garbage at the ninth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm?"

"I must be dreaming!"

Under the battle platform, everyone exclaimed.

"Come here, go and see what's going on!" Mu Tian shouted gloomyly.

In an instant, two Tianwu Hall disciples rushed to the battle arena to check Wen Lang's injuries.

After a while, one of the disciples said: "My lord, Senior Brother Wen Lang got a sword wound in the chest, which seems to have hurt his heart! But fortunately, the wound is not deep, and his life should be safe... But it is estimated that it will not be three or five years, I am afraid It’s hard to get back to normal!”

"This……"

After hearing this, everyone was shocked again.

Li Tianjue's sword fell, and Wen Lang was seriously injured like this!
A sternness flashed in Mu Tian's eyes, and he said coldly: "Pick him up!"

"Yes!" Two Tianwu Hall disciples listened to the order and immediately carried Wen Lang down.

"Haha... good! Very good! Your name is Li Tianjue, right? You did a good job this time!" On the other side of the stand, Feng Lao obviously didn't expect that Li Tianjue could kill Wen Lang in a flash across the border. Self-victory.

"My lord, what happened to that kid just now? Could it be that he is hiding his cultivation?" On the side of Tianwu Hall, an elder asked in a low voice.

Mu Tian snorted coldly and said: "What cultivation is hiding, that kid is only at the ninth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm! However, his speed is too fast, plus Wen Lang is a waste who underestimates the enemy and has no defenses, so he has an opportunity to take advantage of him !"

As he said that, Mu Tian turned his head and shouted to the disciples of Tianwu Hall behind him: "Listen to me, no matter who is on the stage in the next round, they will attack with all their strength as soon as they come up! If you underestimate the enemy again and lead to failure, I will never take it lightly!" Forgive me!"

(End of this chapter)