Seeing the disciple he was holding in his hands, a familiar bronze bell appeared above his head, and a smile appeared on his face.
Then, he grabbed one of the inner disciple's legs, lifted it in the air like a sandbag, and then threw it heavily to the ground. He punched it out, using the force of the counter-shock.
, punched out again.
After repeating this process several times, the monk was unscathed under the protection of the "Vajra Talisman". He glanced at the bronze bell above the head of the disciple on duty.
"As expected, it's you, old man. It seems that we have to get together again, but I am not the same person as before. I want to give you a new opportunity to let you know how powerful I am."
Zhan Wuji couldn't help but sigh.
He stepped on the phantom of the bronze bell to stop the monk, and then mobilized the spiritual power in his body to pour all the ninth-level cultivation into his fist.
Then he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, raised his fists, and used all his strength to blast away.
A loud "clang" sound came from the shadow of the bell, and circles of ripples appeared on the surface of the copper bell, which began to become blurry and kept shaking.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... ten punches, a hundred punches...
As Zhan Wuji fired more than a hundred punches in a row, the phantom bell finally made a "ka ka ka" sound, began to crack, and finally shattered.
It is said that it can withstand the attack of any monk, that is, the 'golden bell' that the bandit leader Jia Xixian regarded as a treasure was blown to pieces by Zhan Wuji's punch.
I have already used all my trump cards, but my opponent is still so relaxed, so direct, and so violent.
The rotation disciple never dreamed that one day he would be in such misery, being stepped on by the opponent's foot, beaten, and even the only defensive talisman left on his body was casually crushed by the opponent.
The opponent didn't use any powerful treasures, nor did he use any amazing techniques. He didn't even have a piece of talisman, just his two little fists naked.
Attack after attack did not make the monks on duty completely give up resistance. When they saw their bronze bells broken, they were all shocked by this scene. However, these monks from the sect are still very courageous.
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Suddenly, he struggled to get up, but with a wave of his hand, there were more than ten talismans in his hand, and the spiritual energy in his body was circulating, and he was about to activate them.
However, Zhan Wuji did not stop after breaking the big bronze bell. He knew very well that it was better to use the remaining power on the blade, not on the blade, on the blade.
Moreover, Mr. Zhan also told them that they must not stop until they are sure that the other party has no ability to fight back.
Then, he took a step forward, and the torn sole of his foot fell heavily on the monk's chest. The monk let out a scream, his breathing was somewhat disordered, and the spiritual power in his hand also collapsed.
He stopped the monk from activating the magic talisman, and then slapped the monk's two wrists with his palms. Only a "crackling" sound was heard, and the monk's two palms were immediately deformed by the slaps.
The monk guarding the door let out a shrill scream, and his arms were instantly broken. His hands were out of his control and began to tremble involuntarily. The talisman he had been holding tightly in his hands also fell to the ground.
After destroying the cultivation of the disciples on duty, Zhan Wuji punched again and again, beating all the disciples on duty until they cried, and those who spoke harshly were even beaten by Zhan Wuji.
, beat them so hard that all their teeth were broken, and their lips were swollen like sausages.
After defeating the disciple, he reached out and grabbed the disciple's throat, used his arms to lift the disciple directly from the ground.
"Right now! Do you think I can't do anything to you? Senior of the Hall of Merit?" Zhan Wuji said as he brought the disciple on duty to his side.
How could those people on duty admit defeat so easily? He immediately turned his head and said nothing. However, he was a little confused in his heart. He had been fighting with that little thing for so long, why did the two people around him not make any move?
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If Rhodes had the advantage and they just stood by and watched, why didn't Rhodes or Serek take action?
Although this demon is scary, there is no need to be afraid. Even if three people go together, there is still a possibility of winning. Why should we stand still?
The disciple on duty, who had been beaten by Zhan Wuji, had both of his hands beaten to pieces, and his body was even more swollen. He had no ability to resist at all. He was puzzled by the fact that there were two people on his side.
He actually watched himself being beaten so hard, and the two people on his side watched helplessly, so naturally he felt very unhappy.
You acted like a coward when you got an advantage, and when you took advantage of it, you rushed forward in a swarm. Now when others come to you, you stand aside like a coward and watch with nothing. What a bastard! This girl really doesn't know how to show appreciation!
In fact, he misunderstood the other two monks on duty. When Zhan Wuji smashed his defense with a punch and knocked him to the ground, the two monks immediately realized that something was wrong and muttered something in their mouths.
The arrows of strength shot towards Zhan Wuji, hoping to attack Wei and save Zhao.
Afraid that their attacks were not strong enough to stop Zhan Wuji, the two chief disciples, after casting their spells, took out several spiritual talismans and activated them at the same time. The overwhelming spiritual talismans smashed towards Zhan Wuji.
He works hard and works hard.
However, so much magic did not fall on Zhan Wuji even once.
Slender palms protruded from the void, grabbed those attacks, and then squeezed them hard.
Those spells that were supposed to be powerful and required a lot of runes to be cast had no effect at all in front of that little hand. They could only let out a scream, emit dazzling green smoke, and disappear like fireworks.
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Balls of fire exploded, and the more than ten moves performed by the two monks who took turns were all blocked, and not even a single move was touched.
That’s right! Right!
There were two people beside the person who was beaten, but don’t forget, there was another person beside that person! This time, there were fifteen people. Let’s not talk about their fighting power. The number of people alone far exceeded the others.
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Each of the sixteen Zhan Wuji has the same strength. Just one person is enough to crush everyone, let alone fifteen.
He's not afraid of asking someone for help. He's not afraid of being together, one-on-one, the bastard!
Zhan Wuji and others next to him were still worried about how to take action. After all, they were from the same sect. Sixteen against one, it would be too embarrassing.