battle master

Chapter 504 Fight!

"boom!"

There is no need for Feng Xuanlie to remind.

After the two moved forward for tens of miles again, a vast aura emanated from the space in front of them, sweeping and exploding towards the two of them crazily.

The strands of aura are as thick as a mountain, as if tempered by black iron. Each strand has a strength of hundreds of thousands of jun, and it seems that there is an invisible sharp claw in the movement of the entire space. Completely crushed.

Almost instantly.

Wu Yangyu felt that in front of him, there seemed to be a terrifying monster dormant, and it was locking towards him fiercely.

"Roar!"

subconsciously.

In Wu Yangyu's body, a wave of unrivaled dragon's majesty automatically permeated and skyrocketed. Among them, dark golden dragon patterns bloomed in unison, and the whole person seemed to be transformed into a dark golden little giant. Resist the pressure in front of you.

"I didn't expect...you resisted. Your physical body is indeed extraordinary."

Beside Wu Yangyu, Feng Xuanlie carried his hands on his back, with a smile on his face, he smiled with admiration.

It can be vaguely seen that wisps of power flicker on the opponent's right hand.

Obviously.

Once Wu Yangyu couldn't resist this momentum, the opponent would definitely choose to attack in an instant.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Xuan Lie!"

Looking at Feng Xuanlie gratefully, Wu Yangyu said with a smile.

"It's okay, you are worthy of being No.1 among the new disciples this time, and now I don't need to make a move at all."

Waving his hand, Feng Xuanlie said with a smile.

And as the two communicated, Wu Yangyu also saw the situation in front of him.

In front, at a position about [-] meters away, two huge bluestone gates are quietly appearing among them. The bluestones stand in a simple and unsophisticated manner, without the slightest carving, but only through the natural texture on the bluestones, there is a sense of The ancient breath rushed over.

Obviously, the terrifying aura just now was released from the bluestone gate.

On the gate, two ancient characters are engraved in it, and the handwriting is flying and dancing, as if it should have appeared in it, giving people a natural taste, and those two big characters are 'God of Fighting'!
The gate, towering into the sky and into the clouds, has the appearance of tens of feet.

"There is the ancestral land of the God of Fighting Sect. Deep in the ancestral land, those who are buried in the God of Fighting Sect are the strong men from ancient times in our God of Fighting Sect. They were extremely tyrannical in the past, even though they have fallen into it, their divine power has not completely dissipated, and their will and boundless strength will still evolve. , you have to be careful."

While the two were walking and chatting, Feng Xuanlie quickly told Wu Yangyu the information about the ancestral land of the God of Fighting in a brief but detailed manner.

"Well, I will."

"Hehe...I'm afraid, you don't have the qualifications to go in and explore!"

Just as Wu Yangyu's reply sounded, the space suddenly shrank, and then, a group of figures quickly moved their hands, as if the heavenly knife was above the sky, violently smashing the shackles of space, and slowly stepped out!

Those who came were just five of them.

However, following their appearance, Wu Yangyu clearly noticed that Feng Xuanlie's face obviously began to become serious.

What he paid attention to was the leader of the five people. This man was dressed in a fiery red robe. He looked like a young man with a medium build. His face seemed to be peaceful, but his eyes were shining with a fierce and unparalleled divine light.

Looking at each other from a distance, one can even feel a breath of tearing everything from the eyes of the other party.

Such a feeling is no less than two sharp divine swords hidden in the opponent's eyes, and even though there is still some distance between the opponent, one can vaguely feel a strong hot breath , is spreading on the opponent's body.

It was as if what appeared before his eyes was not a person, but a group of scorching unparalleled flames.

"Hall of Glory...Junwuhuo!"

Staring at the other party coldly, Feng Xuanlie's voice clearly carried an unfriendly tone.

"Hehehe...it's rare to be remembered by senior brother Feng Xuanlie of the Prison Palace, this is Jun's honor."

The young man named Jun Wuhuo said with a casual smile, but the tone of his words was really lacking, and through the communication between the two, Wu Yangyu could also feel that this guy named Junwuhuo was very difficult to understand. Handle.

Hall of Glory!
This is not the first time Wu Yangyu has come into contact with this temple.

From the baptism of his disciples, he had already had a grudge with the Hall of Glory, and after that, he even rejected the Hall Master of the Hall of Glory, causing the other party's face to be greatly damaged.

During this period of time in the Prison Hall, Wu Yangyu was not idle either.

He now also has a lot of understanding about the Hall of Glory.

Originally, the entire God of Fighting Sect had only six main halls, but now there are seven main halls, and the latest addition is the Hall of Glory.

At the beginning, the one who founded the Hall of Glory was a Supreme Elder in the God Fighting Sect, and when it was founded, it was also at the time of the God Fighting Sect's catastrophe.

Having lost the six great sons of God, and among them the high-level officials of the Fighting God Sect, the Hall of Glory is like a fish in water at this time, and at the most appropriate opportunity, its strength and power have been qualitatively improved.

not only that.

The Hall of Glory is ambitious, and does not plan to unite the power of the six main halls to completely increase the strength of the Fighting God Sect. Instead, it wants to engulf the other six halls and form absolute control over the Fighting God Sect.

However, when the other six halls really reacted, everything was too late, and even in the end, under the terrifying development, although the background of the Hall of Glory was not comparable to that of the six halls, it was not at all strong. It is not weak, and can even be ranked in the forefront.

"Step aside!"

Without talking nonsense with Jun Wuhuo, Feng Xuanlie directly opened his mouth and shouted.

"Get out of the way, but this guy next to you has to take out things that don't belong to him."

There was a sneer on Jun Wuhuo's face, and then he locked his eyes on Wu Yangyu's side, and chanted directly with a trace of menacing light in his voice.

"According to seniority, I should call you Junior Brother, Junior Brother Wu Yangyu, that Token of the God of Fighting Ancestral Land is of no use to you, it's better to leave it to Senior Brother for safekeeping!"

"Jun Wuhuo, you'd better not go too far. The token of God's Ancestral Land was bestowed by the elders. Could it be that the courage of your Hall of Glory is so great that even the tokens given by the elders Dare to snatch it? You know, this is the Fighting God Sect, not your Hall of Glory!"

With unconcealed anger on Feng Xuanlie's face, he shouted in a deep voice.

As the voice rolled and moved, the mighty majestic divine power was obviously continuously permeating from his body.

"boom!"

The momentum is like a mountain, and the king's way is extraordinary!
On the opposite side, the bodies of the group of disciples suddenly trembled. Obviously, they were unable to compete with Feng Xuanlie's aura, and there were even some human bodies, which were already showing signs of crumbling.

"Hoo...boom...!"

Squinting his eyes, Junwuhuo also never showed any weakness. The intense hot air flow rolled out. Under the background of the true energy, it was like a huge sky-eating fire python. It was facing Feng Xuanlie directly. Signs of a standoff.

"Boom!"

The auras of the two are competing with each other. In the midair, a huge crack is formed from the center of the two. Under this absolute restriction, the entire space seems to be divided into two halves.

In such a battle.

Immediately, one after another divine thoughts also began to lock towards this side.

Feng Xuanlie is the secret disciple of the Prison Palace, and Jun Wuhuo is obviously the secret disciple of the Glory Palace. The battle between the two secret disciples is naturally a battle between dragons and tigers.

Naturally, many people watched the battle.

"Hall of Glory, it's really going too far! They actually directly attacked that Wu Yangyu!"

"Hmph, the strong is respected, this is the iron law of our God Fighting Sect. Although Wu Yangyu is an esoteric disciple, who would care about him, but he is only a mere second heaven of the Wuzong level. This kind of realm is placed in the outer sect. , are not top-notch, and can only be regarded as middle-class people, and it is indeed a waste of money to give him the token of the ancestral land of the God of Fighting."

"This time, the Prison Hall seems to be at a disadvantage. The people who follow Jun Wuhuo are all inner disciples, and each of them is enough to beat Wu Yangyu to death. If he doesn't want to suffer now, he can hand over his The token of the God of Fighting Ancestral Land is the best policy!"

Obviously, among the disciples watching the battle, although there are many who are dissatisfied with the way of the Hall of Glory, everyone is also very jealous of Wu Yangyu's identity.

At this time, naturally he would not choose to help.

"Junior brother, take this opportunity to leave, as long as you enter within a kilometer range of the God of Fighting Ancestor, no one can do anything to you!"

ear.

Feng Xuanlie's voice came out in a hurry.

"Senior brother be careful!"

Clash of Kings, this is no longer something that Wu Yangyu can be involved in at this level.

Afterwards, without any hesitation, he quickly cut through the sky, and began to plunder towards the place where the God of Fighting Ancestor landed.

"Shhhhh!"

However, as soon as his figure swept up, several figures in a row also climbed up, forming a siege towards Wu Yangyu, firmly blocking their way.

It was the four inner disciples brought by Jun Wuhuo's side.

"Senior brother Wu Yangyu, although you are an esoteric disciple, you'd better not embarrass your juniors. It is the best policy to obediently hand over the token of the God of Fighting Ancestral Land. Will miss and hurt you!"

One of the inner disciples looked at Wu Yangyu with a smile and said, his words seemed to be polite, but in fact there was no respect at all, obviously with a kind of contempt and disdain.

In the face of absolute strength, everything is just falsehood, and identity is just a cover-up.

"is it?"

Staring at these four people, Wu Yangyu's mouth cracked into a cold smile, and a terrifying force surged wildly all over his body.

"If you want the token of the God of Fighting Ancestral Land, it depends on your ability!"

(End of this chapter)