The Strongest Virtuous Saint in the Great Antiquity

Chapter Fourteen Not everyone can stand up to the devil's training

】 Chapter [-] Not everyone can withstand the training of the devil, the most virtuous saint in the wild Chapter [-] Not everyone can withstand the training of the devil. Yang Jian was also shocked when he heard it. The three-pointed, two-edged sword is only a few thousand catties, but Sun Wukong's golden cudgel weighs more than ten thousand catties?No wonder Sun Wukong's combat skills are so savage, the weight of this stick alone can kill some people.

Fortunately, Yang Jian is not an ordinary person. Although his cultivation base is not as good as that of Sun Wukong, his combat skills are not weak. The silk wrapping force he learned from calligraphy is enough to help him offset some of the advantages brought by the weight of the golden hoop. This is what Sun Wukong said. He has some rascal reasons.

Seriously speaking, Sun Wukong's means of overwhelming others with power is not necessarily so upright~ Guangming.

For someone less powerful than him, no - also a rascal?

The two chatted at random and started fighting again. The two of them were not slow in their movements. Sun Wukong slammed Yang Jian on the head with a stick. This time, Sun Wukong did not hide his intentions. This great castration is on display.

When Yang Jian saw it, he didn't dodge, but instead raised the three-pointed two-edged sword and attacked directly.

But he didn't hit it hard. Now that he already knew the weight of the golden hoop and Sun Wukong's strength, he wouldn't compare his relative disadvantage with Sun Wukong's advantage.

"when!!"

The three-pointed two-edged knife quickly collided with the golden hoop, but this time, the three-pointed two-edged knife did not hit it straight, but brushed past the golden hoop.

At the same time, a very viscous force came from the body of the three-pointed two-edged sword.

"drink!!"

Yang Jian lightly picked his wrist, and guided and changed the castration of the golden hoop rod with a very ingenious kung fu, so that Sun Wukong's rod no longer had such great lethality to him.

Afterwards, Yang Jian became unforgiving, changed the castration of the golden hoop stick, and turned the three-pointed two-edged saber at will, aiming the blade at Sun Wukong's head, and then he slashed towards Sun Wukong's head with a horizontal strike. .

When Sun Wukong saw it, he immediately exclaimed: "You are so dark, you actually want to chop off my old grandson's head!"

Yang Jian saw that Sun Wukong didn't do much and didn't dodge. He just exaggerated and shouted there. He knew that his attack was mostly useless. Therefore, not only did he not take back his strength, but he added a little more force out of thin air, and slashed at Sun Wukong's head fiercely. chopped off.

"ah!!"

Yang Chan was taken aback when she saw it. She thought that what followed was a scene where red and white things were sprinkled all over the audience, so she quickly covered her eyes.

Even Yang Jiao thought that something would happen to Sun Wukong, so he shouted loudly, "Erlang keep his hands!!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of a metal slamming "dang". Yang Jiao was stunned as he watched Sun Wukong withstood Yang Jian's knife with his own head without being hurt.

"The strength is not bad, but it is of no use to me."

On the right side of Sun Wukong's head is the blade of the three-pointed two-edged sword, which obviously did not hurt Sun Wukong, and did not even cut his skin.

Although Yang Jian had already made psychological preparations, he was still surprised to see such a result.

After Sun Wukong finished speaking, he suddenly moved, and he, who was in the form of a monkey, kicked Yang Jian, who was still in a daze, with a quick kick.

Without being prepared, Yang Jian was naturally kicked away by Sun Wukong.

"boom!!"

Yang Jian fell to the ground, and the three-pointed two-edged sword also fell to the side.

However, Sun Wukong's foot looked heavy, but in fact he kept his strength and did not hurt Yang Jian. Yang Jian just looked embarrassed.

But Yang Jian knew this in his heart, Song Yun and others also knew it, but some people didn't know it.

As soon as Yang Jian was kicked to the ground, before Sun Wukong could speak, he saw a black figure attacking and killing Sun Wukong from the side.

Yang Jian was shocked when he saw it: "Roaring Heavenly Dog!! Stop it!!"

Sun Wukong had long felt that there was a bad wind coming. When the bone stick in the hands of the Roaring Dog was about to hit Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong turned around with agility, reached out and grabbed the arm of the Roaring Dog with great precision, and then again. As soon as he turned around, he grabbed the roaring dog and threw it in Yang Jian's direction.

"Ow!!"

Although the roaring dog has changed shape now, under the pain, he still made a dog's scream.

I saw that after he slipped on the ground for a distance, he slipped to Yang Jian's side.

"Master, are you alright?"

After the roaring dog got up, regardless of his own situation, he asked Yang Jian with great concern.

When Yang Jian saw this, he was also greatly moved. He shook his head and said, "It's okay, Master Sun has left his hand."

Hearing what Yang Jian said, the roaring dog was relieved.

On the other hand, Sun Wukong looked at the Roaring Dog with a surprised expression and said, "It's a loyal dog, but his strength is too poor."

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"you!"

Hearing that Sun Wukong belittled him like this, the roaring dog glared angrily. He didn't have any distinction at all. Perhaps in his heart, the number one would always be Yang Jian.

"Howling dog, don't be rude!"

Yang Jian immediately stopped the roaring dog, then stood up and apologized to Sun Wukong: "Uncle, the roaring dog is also worried about me, he is unintentional, and please forgive me."

Sun Wukong shrugged indifferently and said, "It's okay, he didn't hurt me anyway."

"Roar~~"

The roaring dog growled unhappily, and there was such an unwilling grunt in his throat.

"Howling dog!"

After Yang Jian heard it, he turned his head and shouted at him.

"Ow~~"