Tyrant Dragon Emperor

Item 0093

Zhuo Yong had to stand in place, waiting for his shot later.

"No, the two of you can take action together, so as not to waste time!" Jiang Tian greeted him with a sneer.

With his current strength, fighting alone with the opponent is like tickling it, and it doesn't play a role in polishing the repair.

Only when the other party joins forces can he create a little pressure.

And what he needs is this kind of pressure!

"The surname Jiang, you are not qualified to let us join forces!" Yu Dong shouted fiercely, blood and spiritual power surged.

He is confident that with the strength of building nine levels of spirit, it is easy to crush Jiang Tian.

"The palm of the angry wave!" The void was violently turbulent as the right palm waved.

Zhang Xuda's blue palm prints are condensed into shape, and they are shooting Jiang Tian with a powerful force!

"Huh!" Jiang Tian frowned slightly, disappointed that Yu Dong took the lead.

Although the opponent's strength was much stronger than last time, and the power of the Fury Palm was far greater than before, it was still useless in front of him.

"Let you take action together, but you have to come one by one, then don't blame me!" Jiang Tian waved his right fist and suddenly blasted out.

Bang!

A loud noise followed, and the blue light flashed wildly in the sky, but suddenly went dark.

The blue palm print collapsed suddenly, turning into a mess of energy and dissipating.

"Impossible!" Yu Dong's expression changed, his heart shocked!

With this blow, he used bloodline spiritual power, and the power is definitely not to be underestimated, and he doesn't want to be shaken away by Jiang Tian's bare hands!

"Hi! Why is Jiang Tian's physical strength so strong?" Zhuo Lei's eyes shrank, shocked.

Compared with the freshman assessment, Jiang Tian's strength was significantly improved, which shocked him deeply.

Qiao Ya also blinked pretty, surprised.

Yu Dong's palm has a power of more than 50,000 catties, and the tenth level of the general spirit building realm can't be blocked, but Jiang Tian gave him a fist, which is a bit shocking!

"Unreasonable! I don't believe that you can't be cured!" Yu Dong's face flushed but he was unwilling to be frustrated, and both palms flicked at the same time.

He unreservedly urges the bloodline spiritual power, and the power that bursts out is stronger than before!

"You are defeated, you don't have to struggle!" Jiang Tian smiled coldly, and his right fist burst out.

Under the tremendous force, Yu Dong snorted and was directly sent out.

"Damn!" This scene made Zhuo Yongxin feel bad, and even regretted not joining hands early, but it was too late now.

After shaking Yu Dong, Jiang Tian didn't stop making shots, and swiftly swept toward him.

"Hmph, let you see how powerful the Golden Temple disciple is!" Zhuo Yong's face sank, arousing the spiritual power of the bloodline.

With both arms swung fiercely, two fire-colored long swords turned out, and the mighty power rose with it, and the billowing heat filled the void!

"Seventh-Rank Fire Sword Bloodline, hum!" Jiang Tian smiled disdainfully, and slammed out with a faint purple light wrapped in his fist.

boom!

There was a dramatic shock in the void, and the two fire swords were shocked before they were cut down, showing that they had cracks in their debut, and they collapsed in a blink of an eye.

The fire sword is an externalization of the spiritual power of blood. After the collapse, Zhuo Yong was affected, his body was shaken, and his face became extremely ugly.

However, before he could react, Jiang Tian's fist rushed along.

Zhuo Yong couldn't dodge at all, and was immediately shocked.

"Damn it, it's unreasonable!" Zhuo Yong staggered to the ground, cursing.

Yu Dong's expression was also very ugly, and after just a few breaths, the two lost one after another.

The gaze of the onlookers made them feel ashamed, knowing that they had lost the face of the Golden Temple disciple, and they were furious.

Everyone was shocked by the silence around the ring!

Although many people have heard about Jiang Tian, ​​they have never witnessed his strength, and now it is extraordinary.

It is extremely rare for a disciple of the Bronze Temple to defeat a disciple of the Golden Temple, and it was the first time in history for a disciple of Zhanwutai, which shocked everyone!

After a short silence, there was a burst of exclamation around the ring!

"Hi! Jiang Tian actually won!"

"He actually defeated two Golden Palace disciples, how is this possible?"

"An accident, it must be an accident. Zhuo Yong and Yu Dong must have underestimated the enemy!"

Most of the Golden Palace and Silver Palace disciples were not convinced, even if they witnessed the fight just now, they still did not agree with Jiang Tian's strength.

In their eyes, Tongdian disciples are **** and waste.

Even if there are a few with good qualifications, they are only worthy of being the stepping stones of the Second Hall of Gold and Silver!

Hearing the mockery of these people, Zhuo Lei and Qiao Ya shook their heads and sneered.

Jiang Tian's victory made them feel depressed and have a lot of confidence.

"Huh! You Jindian and Yindian disciples are too proud, the facts are in front of you, are you still not satisfied?"

"Brother Zhuo, I think they are too far apart, so I can't accept it for a while!" Qiao Ya coldly glanced at those people, her eyes full of contempt.

These people are usually arrogant. Now that the outcome is divided, they are still dissatisfied. Are they too self-righteous?

"Shut up all, this competition is not over yet, and we haven't lost yet!" Yu Dong's anger suddenly sounded, and the surroundings of the ring suddenly fell silent.

Hearing his bold words, the disciples of Jindian and Yindian rekindled hope.

"Let me just say, the genius of the Golden Palace will not lose to the waste of the Copper Palace. Wait, Jiang Tian will suffer immediately!"

"Senior Brother Zhuo and Senior Brother Yu, teach this guy a good lesson and let him know how great our new students are!"

"Bronze Palace waste dare to be arrogant and kill him!"

"Don't worry, everyone, just now we were just playing with him, and then the real fight will come." Zhuo Yong waved his hand, his expression a little stubborn.

He and Yu Dong looked at each other, a cold light flashed in both eyes at the same time.

"Shoot!"

"We must beat him!" In a loud shout, the two shot at the same time.

They finally realized the reality, they must defeat Jiang Tian and save face anyway.

Anyway, he took the initiative to join forces, so no one can say anything about it, as long as he defeated him.

They have already lost once, this time they can't shame Golden Palace any more!

"Huh, I'm finally willing to join forces." Seeing the actions of the two, Jiang Tian smiled with satisfaction.

This is the effect he wants, and only the two of them can bring a little pressure to test the results of the retreat practice.

"Junior Brother Jiang, be careful!" Zhuo Lei and Qiao Ya reminded them loudly, faintly worried.

The strength of the two nine-story Golden Temple disciples who built the spirits together is definitely not trivial, and if they are not careful, they will suffer serious injuries.

"Furious Wave Palm!" Yu Dong shouted loudly, urging the blood of the Seventh-Rank Upper Linghai to the extreme.

Two giant palms of Zhang Xu emerged, and the blue light illuminates the void, and the sound of the rumbling sea waves followed, as if the raging waves fell from the sky!

"Fire Sword Art!" Zhuo Yong resorted to the newly-trained Huang Tier advanced technique, condensing two long flame swords, and flicking Jiang Tian with Yu Dong one left and one right.

"Very good!" Jiang Tian narrowed his eyes, unfolding "Golden Ling Magic Walk", rushing out like golden light, and his fists blasted towards the two.