battle master

Chapter 37

"Chong!"

The spear is like ink, and the brilliance is wanton.

Wu Yangyu moved with a gun in one hand, but his figure quickly killed him like a ghost.

With his current strength, he will not choose to fight against people like Wu Tianhao and Song Que for the time being. Therefore, the targets he chooses are people like Wu Yihai, Song Xinghui, and Wu Xiong.

"Pong!"

The shadow of the gun flickered, like the divine power of the Nine Heavens falling down, it ruthlessly knocked Wu Yihai away.

Under the powerful force, Wu Yihai's physical body hit a rockery heavily, and after the rockery was torn apart, his body finally fell there powerlessly.

"Wu Yangyu, you dare to kill me! I am the young master of the Wu family now! If you dare to kill me, my father will not let you go!"

Wu Yihai, who was spouting blood, saw Wu Yangyu slowly stepping forward, his face suddenly changed drastically, the original arrogant face was filled with endless timidity and trembling.

"Your father? Hahahaha... Do you think Wu Tianhao still has the time and strength to get out of Wu's house? Now, die to me!"

"laugh……"

Wu Yangyu didn't show mercy, and quickly used the Wind Walk, his body was like a ghost, and the tiger soul battle gun in his hand had already let out a bloodthirsty long cry.

"puff……"

Blood spurted out, Wu Yihai's cry also stopped abruptly.

Killing people is quite unfamiliar to Wu Yangyu, but facing a character like Wu Yihai, he felt particularly relieved. This guy has humiliated the upright Wu Yangyu more than once in the past. Now he, It's just to recover some interest!

"Come out……"

The battle gun in his hand was slowly raised, and Wu Yangyu's eyes also looked towards a chaotic rock layer not far away.

"It seems that I still underestimated you! I didn't expect that your strength is even stronger than your original performance!"

The chaotic stone moved slightly, and a person walked out slowly from it.

The visitor had a handsome face, a slender and solid figure, and there was a sense of majesty permeating between the steps of a dragon and a tiger.

Wu Clan, Takeo!

Having not seen him for a few days, the aura of Wuxiong in front of him has become more and more concise and powerful, which also made Wu Yangyu sigh secretly, this guy is indeed a martial arts genius.

However, it is just a genius.

"Om..."

The spear drew a mysterious arc, and Wu Yangyu held the spear, watching Wuxiong silently.

The current him, compared to the previous few days, has grown completely. After devouring the water spirit, his own "Dou Zhan Ling Jue" has undergone a qualitative change.

Could it be that there is a sense of power between every gesture, Wu Yangyu was under a little pressure when using the Tiger Soul Spear, but now he no longer feels that way.

With the [-] Jin Tiger Soul Spear in his hands, he no longer felt the slightest sense of stagnation.

"Your strength is still as weak as that day, it seems that you are not doing well!"

"Insanity!"

Wu Xiong's face suddenly turned cold, and he stepped on his feet, tearing towards Wu Yangyu fiercely.

"Roar!"

Like a tiger roaring.

Wuxiong, who was moving forward, moved his palm slightly, and suddenly a saber appeared. With the force of the force, a huge round of light and energy of the sword covered an area of ​​ten meters in radius. The stone pierces through the sky.

"Human-level top-grade unique knowledge, Tianhu Saber Art?"

Sensing the sharp knife light coming from the opponent, Wu Yangyu couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly.

He has heard about this sword technique for a long time. It is rumored that this sword technique is extremely powerful. Once practiced to the extreme, it can even reach the point where Tianhu evolves into a phantom.

"Tianhu Dao Jue, this is the sword technique I have cultivated to the extreme recently, and if you use it on your body, you should be proud of it!"

Looking at Wu Yangyu, Wu Xiong's face was calm, without any waves, as if he was narrating a fact.

In this regard.

Wu Yangyu didn't answer anything, but would just stand there quietly, facing the sharp knife light rushing towards her face, as if she was frightened stupid, and didn't even have the intention of making a move.

but.

Just at the moment when the saber in Wuxiong's hand was about to slash, his expression changed suddenly, and at the same time, an indescribably cold aura, like a cold wind enveloped him, drooped fiercely.

Under the strong chill, even Takeo's astonishing strength could not help shivering.

not good!

With a yell in his heart, Takeo's body was about to fly backwards quickly.

"I'll give you a ride!"

Compared with his reaction, Wu Yangyu was obviously one step ahead of him.

The right foot swept up, and it was already flying fiercely.

"Pong!"

How powerful is the strength of this kick, and in the mid-air, one can even hear bursts of cracking sounds of muscles and bones exploding.

"puff……"

In the middle of the sky, blood spilled.

The No.1 genius back then, the king of the Yuhua tea party, was kicked away by Wu Yangyu like a dead dog at this moment.

After hitting the ground heavily, Takeo's body was lying there immobile, and although his face was extremely painful, it still couldn't hide the horror and disbelief in his eyes:
"How is this possible? How is it possible? How can you be so powerful?"

Staring at Wu Yangyu firmly, Wu Xiong couldn't help shouting loudly at this moment, his tone was full of disbelief and unwillingness.

For him, he is the strongest among the younger generation in Yuhua City. Even if he fought against Wu Yangyu last time, he was sure that Wu Yangyu was not his opponent.

But now, there is such a big difference in all of this, how can he be willing and recognized by this!
Facing Wu Xiong's roar, Wu Yangyu didn't speak, but he was secretly ecstatic. Even he himself was surprised by his current strength.

Now, without using the "Great Silent Spear Jue", he can actually challenge the strong fighters of the seventh heaven of warriors, which is enough to show that the "Wu Zhan Ling Jue" he cultivated has raised his strength to a terrifying level. the height of.

"You talk too much!"

Staring at the other party coldly, Wu Yangyu didn't talk nonsense.

The spear in his hand flashed past.

Moved towards Takeo again.

The gun light flickered, and the dazzling and sharp divine light made Takeo's eyes reveal a look of despair:

"Do not!!"

Accompanied by his desperate and shrill screams, Wu Yangyu was completely unmoved, the terrifying sharpness of the spear pierced Wuxiong's head in an instant.

"Xiong'er!"

At the moment when the hero fell, a shrill and angry roar came from behind Wu Yangyu. At the same time, the hairs on Wu Yangyu's body stood up suddenly, and every inch of muscle on his body began to tremble. That was a reaction to a strong sense of danger.

Windwalk! !

Moved by his mind, Wu Yangyu didn't hesitate at all, stepped on Liu Guang, and his whole body was like a gust of wind tearing apart the sky, swiftly and swiftly flew a hundred meters away.

All of this seems to be long, but in fact it only happens between breaths.

"boom……"

Just as Wu Yangyu's figure flashed past, in the sky, a ray of blade-like light slashed down from the sky like crazy, tearing heavily at the position where Wu Yangyu was just now.

"Boom!"

The dust is flying, the gravel is flying!
Within a radius of [-] meters, all the shackles were torn to pieces by this sharp edge.

"Chong!"

The light of the saber flickered, the energy was radiating, and the fierce blade pressed on every step of the way. It didn't even give Wu Yangyu a chance to react, and came out again.

The person who made the attack was full of ferociousness and madness. He kept slashing with the long knife in his hand, trying to tear away all the vitality of Wu Yangyu. Who else would listen to the knife.

Facing the beheading of his son Wuxiong, Wu Tingdao was completely furious.

However, at the same moment, Wu Yangyu's figure moved in a flash, the whole person stepped on the streamer, and the aura on his body instantly became strange and extraordinary.

Suddenly, at this moment, Wu Yangyu turned into a ghost.

"Chong!"

The Tiger Soul battle gun let out a long and loud sound.

Such as the moment of youth.

The Tiger Soul battle gun in Wu Yangyu's hand moved!

"Battle Scar of the Wind!"

"Chichichi..."

The tip of the gun evolves like a sky full of stars.

36 gun shadows bloomed from Wu Yangyu's hands at a speed beyond ordinary people's imagination.

speed!strength!
Perfection to the limit.

"Great Silent Spear Jue" is an earth-level unique skill, even the lowest level of the earth-level low-grade, but it is still extremely profound. "The operation of "Bloomed with the light it should have once again.

In the space, ripples appeared one after another, and under the force that could not be concealed, one could even see 36 concave arcs slowly splitting apart in this space!

In this spear technique, the 36 spear shadows displayed seem illusory, but they are actually solid light shadows formed under extremely fast frequency operation, or in other words, each of them is an absolute entity with absolute lethality.

It is impossible for ordinary people to show 36 shots in the blink of an eye, let alone resist.

"Clang clang clang... Chi...!!"

Blood bursts!

In the eyes of Wu Tingdao who couldn't believe it, the saber in his hand couldn't withstand Wu Yangyu's high-frequency spear attack, and was crushed into pieces all over the sky.

What's more, when the last gun mark flashed by, his body was completely pierced by the gun!
"How could I... die by your hands!"

Wu Tingdao's eyes widened, and he stared at Wu Yangyu firmly, his eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

Yes, as a warrior at the pinnacle of the Yachongtian, he has absolute confidence. Even Wu Tianchong and his ilk are not absolutely sure that they can kill him.

However, how could he be reconciled to the fact that this junior who was only a mere warrior in the sixth level of heaven actually leapfrogged him to kill him.

"Why did you die at my hands? You should ask your dead son this question!"

Wu Yangyu smiled coldly, the spear in his hand twisted violently, completely tearing apart the opponent's last trace of life...

(End of this chapter)