"Damn it, Wang Jin has also broken through the fifth level!"
"How long? How long?"
"Thirty...no, no, twenty-one minutes!"
"Twenty-one? Really or not? I believe this guy who said the Kowloon Gate was opened by his family. It only took twenty-one minutes to get to the fifth floor?"
"Damn it, originally I thought Chen Wuji was awesome for being able to get through the fifth floor in more than two hours, but now it seems that he was completely killed by Wang Jin!"
"It's bad, it's bad, Yu Heng Wuda is going to become a laughing stock..."
…
There was an uproar among the excited crowd, and everyone was whispering to each other. Some were shocked, some couldn't believe it, and some were gloating about the misfortune.
Many people's eyes fell on a group of people with a bit of teasing.
Under the glare of many people around them, those people's faces were all feverish and they did not dare to meet the eyes of those around them.
They were also members of the Yuheng Martial Arts University, and this time they came just to give Chen Wuji the prestige of breaking into the Dragon Gate.
As one of the most influential figures in Yuheng Martial Arts University, Chen Wuji naturally had a bunch of subordinate subordinates.
I thought that in the end they would be able to hold their heads high and stand in the gaze of everyone's admiration, listening to everyone's praise for their Yuheng Martial Arts University.
Who would have thought that I would end up in this situation?
A freshman actually crushed Chen Wuji in terms of speed.
They originally thought that without Luo Dongsheng, it would be a sure thing for Chen Wuji to come to Daxia's First Army Wu Da to break into Longmen.
In order to build momentum, they spread the news in advance, attracting many students from the school to come to the hall on this floor to watch.
Unexpectedly, what attracted so many people to watch was not the fact that Chen Wuji from Yuheng Wuhan University broke the record of the first army and Wuhan University in Daxia.
But Chen Wuji, a senior student at Yuheng Wuhan University, was crushed by a freshman from Wuhan University, the first army of Daxia.
It's simply embarrassing.
…
clang!
clang!
clang!
Two figures collided in the room, and along with the metal vibrating figure like a morning bell, ripples of power rippled in the air, sweeping across the room like a strong wind.
A figure staggered back, almost unable to hold the huge sword in his hand.
"The Jiulongmen of the Great Xia First Army's Martial Arts University is so ungrateful to martial ethics?"
Chen Wuji almost collapsed.
He originally thought that he brought weapons to break into the Nine Dragon Gate of Daxia's First Army, Wuhan University, no matter how extraordinary Sikong Tianxiong was.
If you have weapons in hand, you can still get to the seventh floor no matter what, right?
What I didn't expect was.
When he took out his cold weapon on the fifth floor, the shadow on the fifth floor was still bare-handed.
After he forcibly eliminated the phantoms on the fifth floor, he came to the sixth floor.
The phantom of Sikong Tianxiong was condensed again, and he actually had an extra weapon in his hand!
It was a huge square-shaped painted halberd, extremely heavy. When swung, it was like turning a large truck, extremely heavy.
Chen Wuji was beaten so hard that he had no temper at all, and it was difficult for him to even parry.
"Is Sikong Tianxiong already so powerful when he was a sixth-level warrior..."
Chen Wuji gritted his teeth and looked at the figure in front of him, holding the huge Fangtian Painted Halberd, slowly walking towards him.
He tightened his sword in his hand and was about to grit his teeth and charge forward again.
Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I saw something beating, and I subconsciously looked up.
There was already a storm in my heart.
"What?"
"Then Wang Jin also broke through the fifth floor, and it even took less than half the time that I did?"
His whole body seemed to be petrified, and he froze on the spot, his heart filled with disbelief.
He stared at the screen above his head with his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to shoot through the screen with his sight.
What is this?
In fact, he already knew in his heart that he was probably going to stop at the sixth level.
There was no way around it. Sikong Tianxiong, who was holding a cold weapon, was so powerful that he had no room for resistance.
But.
What's going on with Wang Jin?
It actually took less than half of his time to catch up with him?
Even if Wang Jin also stopped at the sixth floor, in the short time Wang Jin spent, he could completely crush Chen Wuji.
As a senior student at Yuheng Martial Arts University, he can't even compare to a freshman from Daxia's First Army Martial Arts University?
At this moment, a deep sense of disbelief and a strong sense of frustration filled Chen Wuji's heart.
He had an urge to rush out of the Nine Dragon Gate immediately and go outside to take a look.
He didn't believe that a freshman could go all the way to the sixth floor!
And it took such a short time!
And just when Chen Wuji had a storm in his heart.
Suddenly there was a whistling wind in front of him, and a square-shaped painted halberd more than two meters long swept towards Chen Wuji. It was like a giant whale stirring up the waves, and the air flow roared in the air, forming a strong tornado, carrying an unparalleled sense of oppression, and came towards Chen Wuji.
.
Chen Wuji only felt that there was a strong wind blowing in front of him, and the air in front of him seemed to be emptied by this blow, and he actually felt like he was suffocating.
The shock in his heart had not yet subsided. At this moment, facing Sikong Tianxiong's sudden blow, he hurriedly raised the sword in his hand, roared, and swept it out as well.
The sword and Fang Tian's painted halberd collided in the air, and when the sonorous collision sound erupted, Chen Wuji was swept away like a broken ball. He finally stopped himself, and was suddenly enveloped by a huge shadow.
The phantom transformed by Sikong Tianxiong came down from above like a demon, and the Fangtian painted halberd in his hand was raised in the air, casting a shadow as heavy as a mountain.
A suffocating sense of oppression!
"Secret skill!"
"Broken Moon Slash!"
At the critical moment, Chen Wuji roared, the Gang Qi in his body surged out wildly, the sword in his hand flashed with red light, and he slashed into the air.
puff!
At the moment of the collision, Chen Wuji's body was thrown out again. After hitting the wall, he slid down awkwardly, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
He looked at the burly light and shadow in front of him that was once again charging towards him like a demon holding Fang Tian's painted halberd, his eyes were full of shock.
"It's terrible!"
"There is no room for fighting back!"
This is a complete crushing of strength!
clang!
Chen Wuji still wanted to struggle, but the sword in his hand shone with aglow. As soon as he swung it out, it was knocked away by Fang Tian's painted halberd in the phantom's hand.
Chi!
The wind howled.
The Fangtian painted halberd tore through the air and landed hard only a few centimeters away from Chen Wuji's throat.
The heavy sound of the wind caused Chen Wuji's tattered black training uniform to tremble.
Chen Wuji's eyes widened, his neck straightened, not daring to move at all.
He didn't even dare to breathe.
He is scared!
Obviously this is just a shadow.
He clearly knew that the phantom of the Martial Saint in the Nine Dragon Gate would not really attack him.
But a senseless fear still gripped his heart crazily.
This is the terrible pressure brought by the mighty Martial Saint.
Even if there is only a trace of the true meaning of martial arts, it still has frightening power!
A few seconds later.
The Fang Tian Painted Halberd in front of him suddenly began to dissipate little by little, and the phantom of Sikong Tianxiong holding the Fang Tian Painted Halberd also disintegrated into countless tiny light spots and dissipated in the room.
Chen Wuji gasped for breath, feeling as if he was awake after a disaster.
"Sikong Tianxiong...Daxia Guozhu...it's too scary..."
Such thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind.
It's not like he has never broken through the Nine Dragon Gate of his Yuheng Martial Arts University.
But he can guarantee that even if the phantom of Martial Saint Sun Tianji in Yuhengwu Great Nine Dragons Gate holds a weapon in his hand, it will definitely not be as oppressive as the phantom of Martial Saint Sikong Tianxiong.
"well……"
After waiting for a long time, Chen Wuji stood up and glanced at the monitor above his head.
He suddenly didn't dare to leave Kowloon Gate.
I was afraid of seeing the sarcastic expressions of people outside.
…
boom!
The huge Fang Tian painted halberd slashed down hard.
With his bare hands, Wang Jin didn't dare to use his sharp edge. He tiptoed and quickly retreated. Fang Tian's painted halberd hit the floor, causing the whole room to shake.
"This sixth floor is actually equipped with weapons?"
Wang Jin looked at the figure in front of him in surprise.
The muscular men on the first few floors have different images.
Sikong Tianxiong on the sixth level is obviously more violent in strength and aura, but his size is not as exaggerated as before.
Although he is still tall and burly, he is no longer as strong as a brown bear as before.
On the contrary, the body gradually became more symmetrical, and the muscles all over the body showed a streamlined posture, as if cast from steel, with lines full of strength.
If it weren't for the violent aura lingering around him, the shadow of Sikong Tianxiong at this moment would be nothing more than an ordinary warrior with some strength.
However, at this time, Sikong Tianxiong was holding Fang Tian's painted halberd upside down. There seemed to be circles of invisible violent aura surrounding his strong body. His black hair was spread behind him, his eyes were so bright that it was frightening, and he exuded an aura of force.
The light of man.
The two-meter-tall body was more than a head taller than Wang Jin. At this moment, he was looking down at Wang Jin, with a terrifying aura bursting out of his eyes.
That is the will of martial arts!
boom!
The eyes of the two people collided silently in mid-air.
That Sikong Tianxiong suddenly turned Fang Tian's painted halberd, as if he was pulling up a mountain, and slashed it down towards Wang Jin.
Wang Jin clicked on his toes and quickly retreated again, watching Fang Tian's painted halberd fall to the ground, causing the whole room to shake like the earth was shaking again.
"It's not good to go on like this..."
With his eyes flashing, Wang Jin suddenly quickly retreated to the door and reached out to press the button next to the door.
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"Come out, come out!"
"Chen Wuji is out!"
Under the teasing gazes, a somewhat embarrassed figure appeared in front of everyone.
The fiery gazes around him made Chen Wuji's face feel hot, and he didn't even have the courage to raise his head. He completely lost his former glory.
"Wang Jin is also coming out!"
"What's going on? Wang Jin is out too?"
"It seems that Wang Jin's strength is at its limit when he reaches the sixth level... Yes, after all, he is only a freshman, so we can't ask too much of him..."
And just as Chen Wuji lowered his head, he suddenly heard the crowd getting restless again.
He turned around in surprise and saw Wang Jin walking out from behind him, but his breath was calm and there was no trace of embarrassment.
Chen Wuji was only surprised for a moment before he returned to normal, and the fever on his face became much lighter.
It turns out that Wang Jin can only hold on to the sixth level at most...
Although I am a little worse than Wang Jin, I am not that much worse...