Zhiyang Zhigang's thunder-attribute Qi was like an ocean, submerging the huge strange insect in front of him.
With one strike, lightning flashed across the sky, and ear-painful sharp sound waves erupted from the lightning.
But in an instant, the sharp sound wave disappeared.
Plop.
Scarface staggered a little and almost fell to his knees. He held the knife with one hand and did not really fall to his knees.
He was panting heavily and his face was a little pale.
Obviously, the cost of that sword blow just now was quite huge for him.
Wang Jin looked at him with slightly surprised eyes.
Although it had been expected for a long time, this Scarface was not just a simple sixth-level warrior.
But at this moment, when he actually saw the scarred face burst out with power comparable to that of a master-level warrior, Wang Jin couldn't help but be surprised.
A warrior who controls elements has such a powerful secret skill.
This Scarface is definitely a first-class genius.
"Damn...this group of parasitized monsters seems to be completely different from the group of sand jackals..."
Scarface originally thought that as long as he killed this group of parasitized alien beasts summoned by the giant parasite just now, the rest of the alien beasts would disperse one after another.
But at this moment, the giant parasite has turned into powder.ωωw..net
The group of strange beasts around them still hadn't dispersed, and were still besieging the rest of the people.
Although the strength of this group of alien beasts is uneven, ranging from second-level to fifth-level alien beasts.
But their number is too huge, hundreds of strange beasts, even more than the group of sand jackals.
Under the siege at this moment, even though several warriors in the Wuji Martial Arts Hall were sixth-level warriors, many corpses had fallen in front of them.
But it's still a bit difficult to support.
As for the fat guys Zhai Shaohui and Zhou Qing on the side, they were even more miserable.
Although these two people are not comparable to ordinary fourth-level warriors, they are far behind the few people in Wuji Martial Arts Hall.
Under the siege of many strange beasts around him, he was already showing signs of exhaustion.
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
Wang Jin naturally noticed the embarrassment of the others.
He reached out and patted Scarface on the shoulder, telling him not to worry.
He raised his sword and stepped forward, and the hanging sun threw out a few sword flowers in the dark night.
Peng!
The next moment, the soles of his feet suddenly hit the ground and he rushed out suddenly.
"Ahhh!"
The little fat man Zhai Shaohui was holding the pillar that looked like a demonic pestle in his hand, and was beating a strange beast that looked like a cow and a camel in front of him almost crazily.
The alien beast's eyes were filled with blood. It twisted its head to avoid a blow from the little fat man Zhai Shaohui, and then suddenly opened its mouth. Between the rows of teeth, more than ten scarlet flesh threads suddenly sprang out, shooting toward the target like lightning.
Little fat man.
The little fat man was shocked, but he had just swung the magic pestle when his old strength had not been exhausted and new strength had not yet been born.
There was absolutely no way to get back on defense.
He could only watch the dozen or so scarlet flesh threads spurting towards him.
puff!
A ray of red light bloomed in the night, accompanied by a dull sound that sounded throughout the night at the same time.
The alien beast's head was thrown high, and the dozen or so scarlet flesh threads quickly lost their strength and fell to the ground limply as the alien beast's head flew up.
The headless body of the strange beast also knelt on the ground and made no sound.
"Brother Jin!"
The little fat man was still panting in shock, looking at Wang Jin who was shaking off the blood beads on the sword blade in front of him.
"Stop talking nonsense and go help other people."
Wang Jin didn't say any more nonsense to him, he just nodded to him, dodged again, and disappeared from the spot.
The little fat man took a moment to breathe, then rushed into the battlefield again to help Zhou Qing deal with the strange beasts around him.
Chi Chi Chi!
Under the night, a streak of red light flashed in the night sky like a swimming dragon. Wherever it passed, blood fountains gushed out, and heads were thrown into the air one after another.
Wang Jin is like the god of death in the dark night, with a ghostly figure. Wherever he passes, he is accompanied by the screams of fierce beasts and their heads flying away. The sword light flashes and blood fountains gush out.
His sword, his movements, and his strength are all shocking.
Even the few people in the Wuji Martial Arts Hall were uncontrollably shocked when they looked at the figure harvesting lives one by one in the night.
"This... this college student is so strong?"
"Isn't he just a freshman?"
"Just now he took a few attacks from the giant crocodile. I thought it was a fluke, but now it seems...this kid is clearly no weaker than the rest of us!"
"Bah, he's not weaker than the rest of us. Keep your eyes open, he's even stronger than the rest of us!"
With Wang Jin's entrance, one after another strange beasts were quickly killed by Wang Jin like chopping melons and vegetables.
The pressure of several martial artists in the Wuji Martial Arts School was greatly relieved, and they finally found time to talk to each other.
Every voice was filled with uncontrollable shock.
Obviously, the power Wang Jin displayed had completely exceeded their expectations.
"Is this Wang Jin from our school?"
On the other side, Zhou Zhou and his group were in the center, protected by many warriors.
Zhou Zhou opened his eyes wide, watching the figures moving around in the night, with streaks of blood bursting out wherever they passed.
She couldn't believe that this was the freshman she once taught who was just a freshman!
"The next generation is to be feared, the next generation is to be feared..."
Professor Yin on the other side praised him repeatedly.
Chen Liang remained silent. He looked at the inexplicable look in Zhou Zhou's eyes, and there was some unwillingness in his eyes.
Blood rained.
Wang Jin rushed into the group of strange beasts like a startled giant. Every time the hanging sun waved, a huge rain of blood rose up.
There were roars one after another around me, accompanied by fierce winds that struck one after another.
However, those strong winds could not touch the corner of Wang Jin's clothes at all, so Wang Jin killed him with his sword, and the gorilla wind shook him.
He was like a butterfly swimming among flowers, his body flashing with a fatal sense of beauty.
The sun hanging in his hand was like the scythe of death. As he swung it, he quickly harvested the lives of one strange beast after another around him.
"Have fun! Have fun!"
His heart was roaring.
The long sword in his hand became more rounded and smooth as he swung it, as if it had become another arm of his own.
Even with a sword in hand.
But at this moment, he seemed to be integrated with the hanging sun in his hand.
Step forward and draw your sword.
The body moves with the sword, and the sword moves with the heart.
At this moment, Wang Jin seemed to feel that all the senses in his body seemed to have entered another strange realm.
Every pore on the body seems to have the ability to sense the surroundings.
No need to look back, no need to look with eyes.
With just the slightest movement of air in the air, one can clearly sense the surging attacks coming from all directions.
roar!
There was a roar in front of me.
Two monster insects that looked like giant centipedes erupted with an astonishing roar from their mouths. As Wang Jin stepped forward, they suddenly emerged from the sand behind Wang Jin, and stabbed Wang Jin's heart with their sharp mouthparts.
However, Wang Jin didn't even look back at all, he still maintained the previous frequency and stepped forward like lightning.
However, the hanging sun in his hand seemed to have eyes. Wang Jin stepped forward, but the hanging sun in his hand suddenly moved backwards, making a stunning arc.
Chichi!
Two muffled sounds.
The headless corpses of the two strange insects fell down, and countless fishy yellow mucus rose into the sky.
Wang Jin's face did not change. When the two strange insects fell down, he stepped on them and quickly swept back the hanging sun in his hand.
Chichi!
The two strange beasts in front of him that were about to attack were killed by Wang Jin as easily as if they were sweeping away dust.
The understatement made even Scarface, who was still kneeling on his knees and panting, look in his eyes and was secretly frightened.
"This kid..."
Scarface was inexplicably shocked.
Of course he could tell.
Wang Jin's actual power is not that powerful.
However, that beast, which not even Scarface could kill so easily and instantly, was like layers of window paper in front of Wang Jin, and was killed to pieces with ease.
The reason is not strength.
But it lies in the will of martial arts!
This is the first time Scarface has seen such sharp and terrifying martial arts will.
In his understanding, the greatest role of martial arts will is to increase one's own strength and blood.
In the final analysis, the role that martial arts will can play is just the icing on the cake.
A warrior who has condensed the will of martial arts is certainly more powerful than a warrior who has not condensed the will of martial arts.
Only by completely condensing the will of martial arts can one truly enter the realm of martial arts master.
But even if he is a master.
What can really be transformed into combat effectiveness is still the power of one's own Gang Qi and blood energy.
But now, Wang Jin's fighting style has simply subverted his three views.
Wang Jin was clearly fighting with his martial will.
His energy and blood were declining and his strength was weak.
But under the blessing of the sharp and boundless martial arts will.
He is like an unsheathed sword.
No need to add much power.
Just cut forward.
Everything that touches him will be shattered by his incomparably sharp will!
"Is this really a college student?"
Scarface had such a ridiculous thought in his mind.
Being able to condense martial arts will to such an extent can hardly be called a prototype.
Even if he is a master, he has never seen anyone with such terrifying martial arts will.
What kind of monster is this Wang Jin, and why can he condense such a terrifying martial arts will at such a young age?
He doesn't understand.
And just when Scarface was shocked.
On the battlefield, the sounds gradually died down.
Qian Feng pulled out the sword in his hand from the corpse of a strange beast, and blood flowed down the blade of the sword.
He looked up, with a complicated look on his face.
There are no strange beasts still standing on the field.
The other companions were also looking up at the field at this time.
Under the night, the orangutan wind blew.
On the soft land by the lake, corpses of strange beasts lay scattered all over the ground. The death state of each corpse was strikingly similar.
Kill the owl with a knife!
Standing in the middle of the corpse, the young man with his back to everyone was slowly exhaling.
The red sword blade in his hand was as bright as ever under the night, without any mottled spots.