Reborn Westward Journey: Daily Increases

Even Yang Jian faintly felt that from the perspective of Sun Wukong's moves, the fighting method seemed to come from the same source as him.

This made him a little startled.

Eighty-nine Mysterious Art is the world's top slashing method, and people who know this method in the world today do not add up to more than one slap.

Sun Wukong, a hairy monkey, has no background and no strength, he was born, and where did he learn the eighty-nine profound arts?

"Don't be stunned."

Sun Wukong hit Yang Jian's waist with a stick, and because of the latter's avatar, there was a great flaw in the offensive.

He didn't use the stick so hard, Yang Jian was just knocked out and hit a mountain, and he barely managed to stabilize his body.

He raised his head and looked at Sun Wukong.

"It's better to stop pressing the realm. You and I are in the same realm. In this situation, you can't beat me." Sun Wukong seemed to be saying something very normal.

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Yang Jian sneered, and the roaring dog rushed to his side at this moment.

"I don't need you to help me, let's see how the master defeats him."

Sun Wukong has arrogance, and so does Yang Jian.

Since the realm has been lowered, bringing the realm back, this battle is meaningless.

What he wants is to defeat him without taking any advantage, not just defeating Sun Wukong, that's fine.

This is his dignity, belonging to the God of War of the Three Realms, something unique.

Yang Jian clenched his three-pointed, two-edged spear, and his body suddenly turned into a giant python, biting towards Sun Wukong.

The latter smiled slightly and jumped forward, his body turned into a golden-headed eagle in mid-air, with two sharp claws, grabbing towards the python.

The giant python was caught by the claws, and its scales were scratched, so it had to break free, turned into a hunter, and shot at the golden-headed eagle with a bow and arrow.

Sun Wukong's figure also began to change.

The two fought for a while, and the people present were dazzled.

It's just changing, and it seems that no one on both sides can hold the other.

Yang Jian took the avatar and looked at Sun Wukong.

"Who are you, and you can change seventy-two?"

The method they used just now was the seventy-two changes.

It is said that it is seventy-two changes, but in fact it is all kinds of changes.

Among them is the principle of the Five Elements, and the Five Elements are the ultimate laws for the formation of this world.

"If you beat me, you are naturally qualified to ask me questions." Sun Wukong replied.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth, and the gun head burst into a burst of light, waving it like a ribbon.

The ribbon made of interwoven rays of light rolled towards the figure of Sun Wukong.

The latter squinted his eyes, and the golden hoop in his hand turned into a dazzling disc like the sun.

The two rays of light collided, bursting out like a thread of light, staying in the night sky.

Everyone was staring there, their eyes full of astonishment.

This is probably the collision of the strong!

Then, in the silk-like light, Sun Wukong's figure suddenly jumped out, his monkey hair mixed with golden light, echoing the spindle in his hand.

In almost an instant, the light dissipated, and Sun Wukong also came to Yang Jian.

The golden hoop kept getting bigger and bigger, waving with a terrifying momentum, smashing it towards Yang Jian.

The roaring dog let out a loud bark at this time.

Yang Jian held the long spear horizontally, and when the spear body collided with the golden hoop rod, his body suddenly fell, his body submerged into a mountain peak, and it collapsed directly.

Sun Wukong stared at him coldly. Seeing that his master suffered a big loss, the roaring dog couldn't hold back his anger, and rushed towards Sun Wukong very quickly.

And Sun Wukong just glared at him.

With the spiritual power of the previous life, which is the so-called consciousness.

The roaring dog only felt as if countless cold needles suddenly pierced his body, making him unable to move.

Sun Wukong withdrew his gaze, and then looked at the mountain below that was smashed by Yang Jian.

His brows furrowed slightly, because for a while, he lost Yang Jian's breath.

Finally, he raised the golden hoop like a javelin and aimed it at the place that was already a pile of rubble.

The golden hoop was thrown out by him and quickly pressed towards it.

At this moment, a figure flew out of the gravel, it was Yang Jian.

He moved forward instead of retreating toward the galloping golden hoop stick, and the three-pointed, two-edged spear pointed directly at the head of the stick.

Sun Wukong chuckled lightly.