Return of the War God

Whoa!

Above the void, blood splattered and fell to the ground, Ye Wuque's figure dragged a long bloodstain on the ground, with a terrifying punch that could not be removed, slammed heavily on the tower wall!

Bang!

Under the impact of Ye Wuque's body, the tower wall, which was extremely hard, and which had carried thousands of years without damage, actually collapsed out of cracks, and was directly knocked out of a hole!

Bang!

Falling from the pit, Ye Wuque was trembling all over, his hair was messy, and the blood in his mouth was gushing frantically.

Countless bones seemed to be broken, tendons were torn apart, and flesh and blood were flying. The bloody right fist was completely broken at this time, and the pale bones were exposed, looking extremely miserable.

In the distance, the three-kill old man who punched Ye Wuque with a single punch stared blankly at Ye Wuque, even showing a trace of ruthlessness.

"The fist of killing the king, the second fist of killing three fists, this fist pays attention to the performer's mind is empty, arrogant, and the mind is fearless and fearless, no matter who you are, even if it is a noble and unparalleled prince under one person and above ten thousand people. It's okay to kill!"

"The King of Destruction punches out, fearless and fearless, everything can be destroyed."

"Your cultivation base is only the peak of the late Soul Essence Realm, and you have not yet broken through the Soul Soul Realm. You are the lowest disciple ever to break into the seventh floor, but this also proves that you are excellent and extraordinary!"

"The combat strength is far beyond the cultivation base, and I have continuously taken over the old man's fist of killing generals and the fist of destroying the king. This kind of performance made the old man feel a little surprised. It took more than four hundred years for the second trial disciple to arrive. , I did not disappoint the old man."

"Tell the old man your name, and I will record it on the golden list as well, so that you will become the object that disciples look up to later. You... have this qualification."

The three-kill old man seemed to be still immersed in his fist, his expression was indifferent, but the words he said represented his approval. The pair of eyes looked at the miserable Ye Wuque, and the appreciation inside was very strong and undisguised.

"However, judging from your current cultivation, the Fist of Destroying the King is your limit. The last punch of this old man's three killing fists should wait until your cultivation goes further."

Immediately afterwards, the three-kill old man spoke again, but made a judgment on Ye Wuque.

In fact, the fluctuations in the heart of the three-kill old man at the moment are not as indifferent as the surface, but full of surprises!

This is amazing, even more than any previous disciple who has broken into the seventh floor, and is not inferior to the five names that have been recorded on the gold list.

Because the young man in front of him, whether it is talent or understanding, is a peerless genius!

His cultivation base is obviously only the peak of the late Soul Essence Realm, but the combat power that he can exert is too much!

Even when he punched the king-killing fist just now, the young man's counterattack with the general-killing fist was so deeply comprehensible that the three-kill old man was extremely moved!

The three-kill old man believes that this young man must be the most dazzling genius in this era of the All Heavens and Holy Dao!

But it is precisely because of this that the three-kill old man also has a pity in his heart.

"If this child's cultivation can reach the realm of strength, it is estimated that even the last punch can be reluctantly tried, but unfortunately..."

Shaking his head, the three-kill old man put away his right hand and carried it behind him.

He exists in the seventh floor in a very special way. On weekdays, unless someone breaks into the seventh floor, he will appear. Otherwise, he will always be attached to the tower spirit of the tower of trials and not dominant.

"Senior...Wait a minute..."

Suddenly, from the young man lying on the ground, the three-kill old man heard these words, and then, under his astonished gaze, the young man who had obviously lost any strength actually stood up slowly again.

"call……"

Ye Wuque, who tried his best to stand up, gasped violently. At this time, he was extremely embarrassed, covered in blood, and his face was extremely pale, but the strange thing was that those eyes were still bright, and even flashed with surprise and excitement!

It seems that he has already comprehended the fist of killing the king that the old man had just killed three times.

hum!

As soon as his mind moved, Ye Wuque endured the severe pain all over his body, and strong and vigorous golden-red blood gas permeated his body, enveloping his body!

The moment the golden red blood energy appeared, Ye Wuque's terrifying injury seemed to have improved, and was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After being tempered by the three flesh ovens on the fifth floor, especially the blood of Asura in the final golden oven, the golden-red blood energy in Ye Wuque's body exploded!

The golden red blood energy that has never been tempered before is echoing with a huge force, thick, vigorous, and strong!

It is rapidly moisturizing Ye Wuque's whole body, bringing him incomparably precious power!

"Huh? What a strong blood energy, but it still has a faint golden color! It seems that you are naturally strong, and your physical strength is also naturally powerful. Boy, it seems that you are not an ordinary person..."

The three-killed old man was a character who lived for hundreds of years before he died, and now he has been in the tower of trials for thousands of years, and his knowledge is naturally extraordinary.

From the young man in front of him, the three-kill old man felt a kind of mystery. It seemed that the young man was shrouded in a layer of mist, which he could not see through at all.

"Huh...Senior, I'm okay...Please enlighten me...The last punch of the three killing punches!"

Ye Wuque's eyes were bright, and he clasped his fists and bowed deeply to the three-kill old man!

Although his voice was a little weak, it was extremely firm, like an unmoving mountain peak, unshakable.

The three-kill old man didn't speak, just looked deeply into the eyes of the young man opposite.

In the end, the three-kill old man showed a smile.

"Okay, since you are not an ordinary person, then the standard of an ordinary cultivator can't be applied to you. If you insist on this, the old man will become all you."

As soon as the words fell, the smile on the corner of the mouth of the three-kill old man disappeared, and the momentum of the whole person changed again in an instant!

It's not how splendid he has become, how suffocating he has become, but it has become deep and dark, dim and dark, as if he has lost any sense of existence, hidden all his aura, and people inexplicably forget his existence. .

This change of momentum immediately made Ye Wuque look like a great enemy, and his pupils contracted violently!

horrible! fear! Danger!

must die!

These are the four words that popped out of Ye Wuque's mind in an instant!

But he immediately slapped his cheeks with both hands, forcibly expelling the fear and anxiety in his heart, and the whole person seemed to have become as fearless and fearless as the fist of the king just now!

hum!

The golden red blood energy burst out, Ye Wuque drummed up all the remaining power in the body, and waited solemnly, ready to take the last punch of the three killing old man's three killing punches!

At the same time, the voice of the three-killed old man sounded again, this time, it was low and slow, like an ancient blue tiger buzzing lowly.

"Three punches created by this old man, the first punch is to kill the general, the fist is domineering, tragic, and tenacious; the second punch is to destroy the king, pays attention to fearlessness, fearlessness, and everything can be destroyed!"

"And this third fist, the fist intent is at the beginning, deep and deep, dim and dark, not revealing, as if everything has been lost, but once the fist intent erupts, it is boundless and mighty! This punch represents the shock of the earth, the thunderbolt from the blue sky! Once the fist is out, there will be no return, there is no way back, cut off everything, either you die or I die!"

"This fist is called... Tu Huang!"