Pushing the Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

In the sky, Murong Hua's body was steaming with energy, and the terrifying momentum made the mountains and rivers below tremble.

He looked at Wei Fan with a mocking look on his face: "You want to wipe out the Guangling Sect and kill me, what are you going to do with it? Do you know what the Holy Sect is? Today, I will let you know that the Holy Sect is majestic and cannot be provoked."

As he spoke, a silver-white sword appeared in his hand, emitting light that reached into the sky.

The holy weapons of the Guangling Sect were the first treasure to shock the sect and were the foundation for the Guangling Sect to overlook the wasteland for two thousand years. Even though it was as strong as Xuanyuan Peak at the beginning, because of the existence of the holy soldiers, the Guangling Sect was not touched in the end.

"Since the Holy Death War, you are the first person to die under the guidance of our Guangling Sect's holy soldiers in two thousand years. Even if you die, you will be famous throughout the ages!"

With the infusion of skill, the divine weapon erupted with thousands of rays of light. The terrifying fluctuations of the holy weapon swept across the sky and the earth. The clouds in the sky were directly evaporated, revealing the blue sky.

The holy soldiers will destroy the world as soon as they appear. This is not a boast. In Wei Fan's sight, the mountains collapsed in pieces and disintegrated quickly.

Under the supreme fluctuation, what was originally a green world, all the flowers, plants and trees quickly dissipated, turning into powder and dissipating.

You must know that this is just a holy weapon activated by the King of Martial Arts. It cannot exert one percent of the power of the holy weapon. If a real Martial Saint were to activate it, the power would be unimaginable.

boom!

In the endless deep space, Qi Daozhen seemed to be shaken and trembled by the resurrection of the holy soldiers.

"The power of the holy soldiers is indeed unpredictable!"

Wei Fan just felt it and knew that even if he was ten times stronger, he would still not be the enemy of the holy soldiers. This kind of fluctuation was earth-shattering, as if the Martial Saint was alive.

In fact, the magic weapon is originally a "copy" of the warrior, containing the martial arts of the person who tempered it. In addition to its level, the strength of the magic weapon is also related to the person who tempered the magic weapon.

"You are only at the third level of the Martial King, and you can control the holy weapons?"

Wei Fan glanced over and saw that Murong Hua had a labored look on his face. There were countless beads of sweat on his forehead and his face was extremely pale.

Although the holy weapon is strong, it cannot be activated casually. This kind of weapon, which is almost equivalent to the martial saint in this world, is difficult for even a strong person at the ninth level of the Martial King to activate, let alone the third level of the Martial King like Murong Hua.

At this moment, he was like a three-year-old child holding up a machete to kill people. He couldn't control the holy weapon as he wanted. He even couldn't hold the holy weapon. He felt that the holy weapon in his hand was as heavy as an eternal sacred mountain and was about to fall from his hand. Go down.

This was only what Wei Fan saw on the surface. The real situation was that the holy soldiers were not only sucking his power, but also sucking his longevity and vitality.

But in an instant, his longevity was sucked away for more than a hundred years.

He could use the holy weapons at will without paying any price. He had already brought the holy soldiers down the mountain to kill Wei Fan.

"It's enough to kill you!"

Murong Hua's elegant face showed a ferocious expression, even if he could kill Wei Fan, he would have to pay a huge price, which might affect his ability to challenge the Martial Saint after the end of Dao Beng.

He waved the holy weapon in his hand towards Wei Fan with difficulty, and a terrifying wave swept across him like the earth was shattering.

"I forgot to tell you, I actually also have holy soldiers..." Wei Fan showed a joking expression.

As soon as these words came out, Murong Hua's ferocious expression froze instantly.

Wei Fan also has holy soldiers?

How is it possible? There are only three known holy weapons in the wasteland, one from the Guangling Sect and one from the Xuanhe Sect. The holy soldiers of the Holy Lord of the Tianhuang Empire in the past are still on Wei Zhenwu. How can a fourth divine weapon appear in the wasteland? Soldier!

The next moment, Wei Fan was seen bursting with immeasurable golden light, releasing a brilliance that was brighter than the scorching sun.

"Buzzing..."

"Moo..."

"roar……"

At the same time, among the trembling sounds, the sound of tigers roaring and dragons roaring came from Wei Fan!

"Holy Soldier?"

Murong Hua's pupils shrank, and he saw a huge golden bell rushing out of Wei Fan, blocking all the fluctuations of the holy weapons.

clang!

The deafening bell rang, and the upside-down golden bell was spinning outside Wei Fan's body. The tiger roared and the dragon roared above, and the three-legged golden crow flapped its wings and soared.

The most eye-catching thing is a golden lightning symbol, which emits a violent aura that destroys the world.

"Blocked, this kid is not bragging, he really has a holy weapon on him!"

Gao Wanfu in the distance looked surprised.

When the wave of holy soldiers moved toward Wei Fan, his heart was in his throat, fearing that Wei Fan would be wiped out by the wave of holy soldiers.

"Golden Bell? When did such a holy weapon exist in the wasteland? Why haven't I heard of it?"

While he was pleasantly surprised, Gao Wanfu also had doubts in his heart. Holy weapons are not just stones on the roadside. One more can be found casually. Each holy weapon is a legend. It is impossible for a holy weapon to appear without an origin.

"You are not a holy soldier, what on earth is it?"

Gao Wanfu couldn't see the difference between the golden bell on Wei Fan's body and the holy weapon in his hand, but he could see it.

Although the golden bell on Wei Fan's body blocked the blow of his holy weapon, its momentum was completely different from that of the holy weapon. To put it simply, the holy weapon in his hand was like the resurrection of the Martial Saint Patriarch of the Guangling Sect, and the golden bell on Wei Fan's body was completely different from that of the holy weapon. , more like a lifeless weapon.

"You have already delivered a blow, now you also have a taste of the power of my weapon!"

As Wei Fan thought, the Human Emperor's Bell's light surged again, and the bell's body became dozens of feet high. Its tyrannical aura overwhelmed the sky and suppressed the waves emitted by the holy soldiers in Murong Hua's hands.

"not good……"

Murong Hua's scalp was numb, and his whole body was shrouded in the shadow of death. The golden bell on Wei Fan's body was obviously an integrated attack and defense, while his holy weapon had no defensive ability. Once the two holy weapons collided, he was afraid that he would be shaken to death.

The most important thing was that the fluctuations emitted by the golden bell were obviously stronger than his holy weapon, and he would definitely suffer in the confrontation.

He desperately poured the remaining power in his body into the holy weapon, and even took the initiative to burn his life span, because he felt that if he couldn't stop it, he might die.

"Wei Fan, I was too impulsive. Everything is a misunderstanding. We can turn hostility into friendship. In the future, Guangling Sect will no longer oppose you, and we can also fight against demons!"

While urging the holy weapon, he tried to resolve the grievances with Wei Fan.

Seeing that the collapse of the Tao was about to end and the wasteland was about to return to normal, he really didn't want to die at this time.

He still wanted to achieve the peak of the Martial King and impact the realm of the Martial Saint. If he had known that Wei Fan also had a holy weapon, he would never be so impulsive.

"Wei Fan hasn't made a move yet, and Murong Hua, this old man, is begging for mercy?" Gao Wanfu was stunned.

Wei Fan was unmoved: "You are not so awesome anymore? Want to make peace? It's easy. You will also be hit by my Human Emperor Bell. You can survive first!"

He thought, and the golden lightning symbol became violent, and the arc crackled.

The next moment, a golden lightning as thick as a man's embrace struck out, as if to penetrate the void.

In an instant, the violent aura swept across the sky and the ground, and annihilated each other with the fluctuations emitted by the holy weapon.

Boom...

The huge lightning crossed the sky, and the dazzling electric light was difficult to look directly at. It showed an expression of waving claws like a thunder dragon, and violently blasted towards Murong Hua.

Gao Wanfu took a breath: "Golden lightning, who left this holy weapon, how come it looks very similar to the body-protecting golden bell cultivated by the Golden Bell Cover!"

After looking for a long time, he always felt that the golden bell on Wei Fan was very familiar, and it was almost exactly the same as the golden bell cultivated by the Golden Bell Cover of the Qigong martial arts.

The only difference is that there is no lightning symbol, nor three-legged golden crow, dragon and tiger on the golden bell cultivated by the Golden Bell Cover.

"No!"

Murong Hua's scalp numbed, and he raised the holy weapon in his hand with difficulty to chop the golden thunder.

All his strength surged without life, and his lifespan burned madly to drive the holy weapon. In an instant, part of his hair turned white and his face had more wrinkles.

The holy weapon sent out a terrifying wave to split the golden lightning, but it was useless. The violent golden lightning exploded in an instant and submerged Murong Hua in an instant.

Boom...

After a puff of green smoke rose, the lightning as thick as a hug continued to bombard forward until it rushed out more than ten miles and dissipated into the void.

And in the original place, there was no figure of Murong Hua. The golden lightning directly electrocuted him into charcoal and evaporated.

He didn't even have time to scream, and he was already annihilated, leaving only the silver holy sword falling powerlessly from the void.

"The Holy Master of Guangling Sect is dead. He brought the Holy Weapons down the mountain to kill Wei Fan, but was killed by Wei Fan!"

Gao Wanfu's eyes were filled with shock, and his heart was in turmoil.

Before, he was just angry and said that Wei Fan should kill Murong Hua, because even if Wei Fan also had Holy Weapons, at best he could only compete with Murong Hua, and it was even a little dangerous.

Who would have thought that Wei Fan really used the Holy Weapons to kill Murong Hua, and from the look of Wei Fan, it seemed that he did not consume any energy at all.

"The Wasteland is going to change!"

Indescribable shock filled Gao Wanfu's heart, followed by excitement.

Wei Fan could kill Murong Hua who held the Holy Weapons, and naturally he could also kill the Holy Master of Xuanhe Sect. The so-called Holy Sect would no longer be high and mighty for Wei Fan.

With Wei Fan's character, he must destroy Guangling Sect and Xuanhe Sect.

As long as these two Holy Sects are destroyed, the Wasteland will be the world of the human race in the future. He did not expect that the day when the human race would wipe out the demons would come so soon.

[Kill Murong Hua, gain 100,000 years of ordinary power, 300 years of martial king power]

[Ordinary power: 360,000 years]

[Martial king power: 300 years]

The golden bell converged, disappeared into the body, Wei Fan rushed over and grabbed the Guangling Sect's holy weapon in his hand.

The fluctuations in the sky subsided, leaving only the devastated land.

"Holy weapon!"

Wei Fan glanced at the long sword in his hand. After the master did not urge it, the holy weapon also returned to ordinary.

He did not try to infuse power to urge it. Murong Hua's martial king level 3 cultivation, or the martial saint technique, could only urge the holy weapon to launch a strike, and the rest relied on burning lifespan. His little power was not enough for the holy weapon to swallow.

Gao Wanfu flew over with a shocked face: "What should we do next?"

Wei Fan looked up and looked in the direction where Murong Hua flew: "Guangling Sect colluded with demons and betrayed the human race. They no longer have any need to exist."

Destroy Guangling Sect!

Gao Wanfu was excited. The warrior kings of the Demon Hunter Organization had been looking forward to this day.

"Okay, wipe out the Holy Sect. I never thought I would be able to participate in such a feat one day!"

Gao Wanfu roared, and he and Wei Fan turned into flowing light and disappeared into the sky.