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

In the Xuanhe Sect, all the disciples entered the key nodes of the formation, connected their power with the Martial Saint Formation, and used the Demon Saint Formation to activate the holy soldiers.

The gilt bottle with dragon patterns shines brightly, and the wave of holy soldiers sweeps across the eight wastelands.

Suddenly, the Holy Master of Xuanhe Sect gained confidence again.

The power of the two demon kings, more than a dozen demon kings, hundreds of concentrating demon kings and countless disciples can exert 20 to 30% of the power of the holy weapons under the transformation of the demon saint formation.

The power of the holy weapons is 20% to 30%, which can easily kill the masters of the ninth level of the Martial King. Even if Wei Fan and others come, he is not afraid of the three holy weapons on the human race.

It doesn't mean that the number of holy soldiers is more powerful, it also depends on how much of the power of the holy soldiers can be used.

"I'm here, you really are not afraid!"

Suddenly there was a cold and stern voice in the distance, and along with the sound like thunder, an astonishing momentum surged in the sky, approaching Xuanhe Sect in a mighty way, as if a big sun was rolling in the sky, and the demon saint array was rippled. .

Everyone in the Xuanhe Sect was shocked when they heard this. This kind of momentum was obviously not something that one or two Martial Kings could unleash. Everyone looked up subconsciously and saw five domineering figures running across the sky in the distance. In the blink of an eye, In a moment, he reached the sky above Xuanhe Sect and dropped two huge objects.

Boom boom!

Two huge figures fell from the sky, cracking the earth and splashing smoke and dust like dragons.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and everyone saw clearly that the things left behind were two huge corpses, one was a golden roc, and the other was a tiger with a pair of black wings on its back.

"Golden Roc Demon King!"

"Black Winged Tiger King!"

"They're all dead!"

"How is it possible? The only ones left in our demon clan are Demon King Qingtian and Holy Master!"

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A scream came from the Xuanhe Sect, and all the disciples recognized the identities of the two corpses, the Golden Roc Demon King and the Black Winged Tiger King, two of the four demon kings of the demon clan.

"Wei Fan, you, the beast, killed them?"

Qingtian Demon King's scalp was numb. If he hadn't hid in Xuanhe Sect, he would probably be one of the corpses now.

In total, Wei Fan had killed four of the six demon kings of the demon clan. In an instant, his eyes turned red when he looked at Wei Fan.

"The Jinpeng Demon King and the Black-Winged Tiger King are both dead, Wei Fan deserves to die!"

The Holy Master of Xuanhe Sect looked ugly.

Although he had expected this, when he actually saw the corpses of Jinpeng Demon King and Black Winged Tiger King, his hands and feet felt cold. Wei Fan, this monster, really killed whoever he offended.

The pattern of the wasteland that had been maintained for thousands of years was about to change because of his appearance.

"You are finally here. Today, together with your strength, we will destroy the wasteland demon clan in one fell swoop and let me, the human race, truly be the master of our own affairs!"

Wei Zhenwu approached Wei Fan and others with some excitement. What his ancestors had not been able to do, he would finally accomplish today.

Although the Xuanhe Sect has the Demon Saint Formation to activate the Holy Soldiers, there are now six powerful Martial Kings on the human side. The six Martial Kings work together to mobilize the Saint Soldiers, so they may not be unable to compete with the Saint Soldiers activated by the Demon Saint Formation.

So what if they can't compete, as long as the Xuanhe Sect is trapped, and after the other Martial Lords from the human race have defeated the wasteland monsters, then hundreds more Martial Lords will be brought over, and the Xuanhe Sect can also be consumed to death.

Not only him, but Gong Yangbo, Gao Wanfu and others were also very excited.

They, the martial kings of the demon hunter organization, have often sat in the demonic hinterland for hundreds of years in order to frighten the demon king over the years. The hardships involved, if they had not had a firm belief in protecting the human race, they would have gone crazy.

Today, they destroyed the Xuanhe Sect and wiped out the monsters in the wasteland. They were completely liberated. How could they not be excited.

This is also the reason why the Martial Kings of the Wilderness Martial Alliance were unwilling to fight against the demons in the past. They didn’t have enough time to practice, not to mention that it was still very difficult to scare the demon kings. They had to sit in a deserted place for hundreds of years, and they would be attacked at any time. Who would be willing to do such a thing if he might be surrounded and killed by the demon king.

"Let's take action. Even if we risk our lives today, we will bring peace to our wasteland human race for eternity!"

Wei Zhenwu walked forward and stared at King Chiyang: "I don't have to worry about the past things with you, but if you dare to cheat in a while, I will be the first to kill you!"

As he spoke, he raised the Tianhuang Halberd high in his hand. He did not intend to dispatch the holy soldiers of the Guangling Sect. The six martial kings would just work together to activate the Tianhuang Halberd.

King Chiyang shook his head vigorously: "Brother Wei, don't worry, I also have righteousness in my heart. In the past, it was only Murong Hua who didn't allow it, so I stayed out of it."

Uncle Gongyang nodded: "When we killed the Black-winged Tiger King just now, King Chiyang killed him very fiercely!"

His words proved that King Chiyang was trustworthy, and Wei Zhenwu's expression improved a lot: "Then let's do it, gather our strength to activate the Tianhuang Halberd, and destroy these beasts below!"

The expression of the Holy Master of the Xuanhe Sect changed: "Wei Zhenwu, is it worth it for both sides to lose? I can guarantee that the demon clan will no longer harass the human race in the future. When the Dao Collapse is over, the Xuanhe Sect will move away from this place. How about that?"

He bowed his head again, and even promised to leave the wasteland after the collapse and give it all to the humans.

Wei Zhenwu looked cold and stern: "No! Now that I have the chance to completely destroy you, do you think I, Wei Zhenwu, am stupid? Surrender obediently, and I will give you a decent way to die and retain your dignity as the demon king."

Otherwise, when we invade the formation and kill you, we will definitely scald you, pluck your hair, braise and steam it and eat it! "

As he spoke, his strength was poured into the Tianhuang Halberd, and the fluctuations of the holy weapon began to surge.

Gao Wanfu, Gongyang Bo and others began to retreat behind him, pressing their palms on his back to send him strength.

"Come here and mobilize the holy soldiers together. Only by working together can we have a chance to destroy these beasts." Uncle Gongyang looked at the motionless Wei Fan.

Wei Fan shook his head: "They come from the same sect, use the holy formation to convert power, and then activate the holy soldiers, they can exert at least 20 to 30% of the power of the holy soldiers. We each practice different techniques. Even if the six Martial Kings exert their strength together, at most You can use only 10% to 20% of the power of the Holy Soldiers, and you can’t do anything to them.”

Since he came here, he has been observing the Xuanhe Sect's Demon Saint Formation. With his formation skills, he has naturally seen a lot of things.

Wei Zhenwu frowned: "Don't we want to fight?"

Of course he knew what Wei Fan said, but when things got to this point, even if he burned his longevity, the Xuanhe Sect would be wiped out today.

"Of course not!"

Wei Fan walked in the void: "Seniors, you are all quite young. It will not be good if you let the holy soldiers suck away some life essence. Since it is the decisive battle proposed by me, it is up to me to defeat the Xuanhe Sect. Please step back. Can!"

As soon as these words came out, Wei Zhenwu's eyes lit up, thinking of Wei Fan's counterattack to kill Murong Hua, Wei Fan should have some means.

In fact, although they all knew that Wei Fan killed Murong Hua, the Holy Master of the Guangling Sect, Gao Wanfu did not reveal how Wei Fan killed Murong Hua.

"Believe Wei Fan, if he can't do it, we old bones can do it no matter how hard we try."

Gao Wanfu thought of the terrifying big golden bell and couldn't help but retreat first.

"Okay, then let's see what I, the number one evildoer in the human race, can do!"

The general of Wei Town put away the Tianhuang Halberd and began to retreat.

Although he was determined to die, if he could not risk his life, he would naturally want to live and wait for the end of the Dao Beng to attack the legendary Martial Saint Realm.

"Haha... I didn't expect Wei Fan to be so arrogant. If you think you can defeat the Guangling Sect, you can defeat my Xuanhe Sect. You think I am an idiot like Murong Hua."

The Holy Master of the Xuanhe Sect laughed. He didn't think that Wei Fan could defeat the Xuanhe Sect. Even if Wei Fan had stronger weapons, his first-level martial arts cultivation level was here. Even if he had stronger divine weapons, Wei Fan would be able to defeat the Xuanhe Sect. Move?

Above his head, a gilt bottle with dragon patterns was rising and falling, ready to deliver a shocking blow at any time.

The demon saint formation and the dragon-patterned gilt bottle were combined into one, and the striking distance became longer. The situation was completely different from when Wei Fan defeated the Guangling Sect.

Wei Fan shook his head: "In my eyes, you are no different from that idiot Murong Hua. I dare to face you alone, so I have the confidence!"

Buzzing…

As he spoke, a huge roar sounded from his body, and there were bursts of bells, accompanied by deafening sounds of tigers roaring and dragons roaring.

At the same time, dazzling golden light burst out from his body, emitting a light that was brighter than the scorching sun.

The expression of the Holy Master of Xuanhe Sect suddenly changed. He hadn't seen anything on Wei Fan yet, but this sight was already shocking.

Thousands of feet of golden light shone from Wei Fan's body, dyeing the heaven and earth into a golden color.

"Has he already tempered the holy weapon himself?"

Wei Zhenwu looked surprised and uncertain.

He was in charge of the Tianhuang Halberd, but he didn't dare to take the holy weapon into his body at all, because his cultivation of the third level of Martial King simply couldn't bear the breath of the holy weapon.

Unless it is a magic weapon that you have tempered yourself, taking a too powerful magic weapon into your body will only do harm but no good.

The scene in front of him showed that Wei Fan obviously had a terrifying weapon stored in his body. Unless it was a weapon tempered by himself, no one could store such a terrifying weapon in his body.

"This is impossible!"

The Holy Master of the Xuanhe Sect lost his voice. He also thought of what Wei Zhenwu thought of, but Wei Fan was only at the first level of King Wu, and it was impossible to temper a holy weapon.

Even the strong Martial Saints can only refine their own holy weapons after becoming Martial Saints for many years.

Bells ring in the sky and earth, tigers roar and dragons roar.

A big golden bell appeared on Wei Fan's body, with dragons and tigers scurrying on it, golden crows fluttering their wings and flying fast, and mysterious traces everywhere.

The most eye-catching thing among them is a golden lightning symbol, which emits an extremely violent aura, with electric arcs on it and crackling explosions.

The golden bell is spinning and turning upside down on Wei Fan, constantly alternating between illusion and reality, allowing people to see Wei Fan's indifferent expression.

Wei Zhenwu and Gongyang Bo looked moved: "Did Wei Fan use this golden bell to beat Murong Hua to death?"

The vision on this golden bell is so astonishing. It doesn't look like a weapon at all, and its status seems to be incomparable to that of a holy soldier.

Comparing it with the dragon-patterned gilt vase floating up and down not far away above the head of the Holy Master of the Xuanhe Sect, the dragon-patterned gilt vase seems to be a fake and cannot be compared with the golden bell at all.

"right!"

Gao Wanfu nodded. Even though it was the second time they met, he was still full of wonder: "I think I heard Wei Fan say that this bell is called the Human Emperor Bell!"