Wang Xu was not Jian Jiu. If Jian Jiu were here, facing Master Iron Sword's fatal blow, he might be stabbed through the chest, and the sword energy would fill his body and die.
But he is not. From the beginning to the present, his strongest point is defense, and he also puts the most thought into defense.
At the last moment, Master Iron Sword had a chance to retreat. If he retreated at that time, he would only be seriously injured but not dead.
But he was too greedy. Maybe he thought that Wang Xu was mortal and could kill him before the sword fell, or maybe he thought that Wang Xu would withdraw first because he didn't want to lose both sides.
Unfortunately, no matter what the reason was, he guessed wrong, and he was completely wrong.
What Wang Xu is most proud of is his powerful physical body. His physical body has been tempered for thousands of times, and he has learned eight or nine mysterious skills from Yang Jian's clone. Looking at the world, his physical body is the best, and its strength is comparable to the innate treasure. There is no saint.
Its lethality cannot break his defense at all.
The attack power of Young Master Iron Sword ranges from the eighth level of perfection to the eighth level of invincibility. When fully exploded, it can reach the eighth level of invincibility, but there is still a long way to go before the saint level.
The result is that Wang Xu's sword can shatter Master Iron Sword's soul, but Master Iron Sword's sword cannot penetrate Wang Xu's skin.
"Dead, Master Iron Sword, just like that?"
"It's unbelievable. That's Master Iron Sword. How could he be defeated by an unknown person?"
Facing the death of Mr. Iron Sword, many people looked in disbelief.
It is no exaggeration to say that Mr. Iron Sword is the most dazzling swordsman genius in the era of disaster. His talent is so high that even saints would be moved and take the initiative to come to the world to recruit disciples.
Such a genius of the era had his throat cut with a knife and died miserably in the ring. How could he not make people sigh?
Whoosh!!
In the silence, suddenly there was a sound breaking through the air.
one two three...
Eight golden tokens flew out from the Babel Tower and circled around Wang Xu.
"The saint chooses his disciples!"
Seeing these six tokens, there was a gasp of air in the arena.
These gold medals are saint orders, representing the saint's identity.
Giving a token on such an occasion has a deeper meaning, that is, the saint is interested in accepting disciples.
"Eight holy orders, eight saints are interested in them and want to include them in the door. What a blessing!"
"Yes, there are only twelve saints in our Heluo world, and eight of them were alarmed at once. This kind of thing has not happened for many years, right?"
"Yes, it's been many years. The last person who made such a big fuss was the current Saint Feilian."
Saint Feilian is one of the twelve saints in the Heluo world. Before he became a saint, he fought against the saint with twenty-eight moves as a quasi-sage before he was defeated. He was praised as being unique throughout the ages and alarmed the nine saints before him.
Come and take a disciple.
In the end, Saint Feilian became a disciple of Saint King Heluo, and after 1.23 billion years, he finally became a great master and became the Twelve Saints.
Many old antiques knew this secret very well. Looking at the eight gold medals suspended in front of Wang Xu, they couldn't help but wonder, is there another top figure in the Heluo world who can suppress the contemporary generation like Saint Feilian?
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"I, the Saint Chengtian, hold my token and you can join my Chengtian lineage."
"I, the Qingling Saint, hold my token and you can enter my Qingling lineage."
"I am a happy saint. If you hold my token, you can join my happy lineage."
"I, the Heaven-Devouring Saint, hold my token and can join my Heaven-Devouring lineage."
"I, the Demon God of Kunwu, hold my token and you can join my Kunwu lineage."
"My seat...my seat...my seat..."
Each of the eight tokens had a voice coming out, which turned into a Taoist sound in Wang Xu's ears. In a daze, he seemed to see the phantoms of the eight saints.
These phantoms looked particularly charitable, and he couldn't help but want to agree.
Just before nodding, Wang Xu bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, forced himself to calm down, and said: "To all the saints, Wang Xu, a late scholar, is lucky enough to have the pity of all the saints. I never dare to do it.
Unreasonable thoughts.”
Wang Xu looked respectful and said he was nice, but in fact he refused in disguise.
Why refused? The answer is simple.
When he first entered the path of spiritual practice, a second-level monk would make him worship him and he would be willing to sacrifice his life to follow him.
When he became a second-level monk, the fourth-level monk was aloof and had vast and elusive magical powers.
After he became a fourth-level monk, the world became wider, and he felt that being a seventh-level monk was immortal, he was really at ease.
After becoming a seventh-level monk, he discovered that sainthood is the end, and he took sainthood as his lifelong motivation.
Step by step, Wang Xu crossed many mountains. Today, his cultivation avatar has been promoted to a saint. To him, the saint is no longer a mirror, but just a mountain waiting for him to conquer.
There is a saying that things are different now. If it were back then, he would be willing to be a dog for these people. Even if they didn't treat him as a human being, they would accept him as long as he was given a bone to eat.
Now that he has grown into a human being, giving him bones to eat again is not flattering but humiliating.
"pity..."
After hearing Wang Xu's words, seven of the eight tokens flew backwards and returned to the hands of their respective owners.
The remaining piece did not fly back, but flew around Wang Xu in a circle, and fell into his hand with a clatter: "If you repent, you can come to my Kunwu secret realm with the token."
The person who left the token is Saint Kunwu among the Twelve Saints, a great being from a certain abyss world who likes to call himself a devil rather than a saint.
Looking at the token left by Demon God Kunwu, Wang Xu was thoughtful.
Demon God Kunwu comes from the abyss world and follows the path of the Jidao style, pursuing the immortality of the body rather than the soul.
Wang Xu also came from the body-refining school and was very close to Demon God Kunwu. In addition, he was able to withstand attacks at the eighth-level invincibility stage. Demon God Kunwu might have developed a love for talents.
After thinking about it for a moment, it's not impossible.
After all, the saints watching the battle are experienced people, so it is not difficult to see his potential.
"Thank you Demon God."
Wang Xu lowered his head in response, knowing that he could not return this Saint's Token forced upon him under any circumstances.
Otherwise, it would be a slap in the face of Demon God Kunwu. Saints cherish face the most. Although the bottom line of saints in the Heluo world is much lower than that of saints in the prehistoric times, saints are saints and cannot be insulted by him.
Whoosh!!
After leaving the token, Demon God Kunwu's voice disappeared.
Wang Xu stroked the token. If nothing else happened, he would soon put the token away.
As for becoming a disciple of Demon God Kunwu, Wang Xu had never thought about it.
If he were the Holy King of Heluo, he could still think about it. On the contrary, if he was just a saint who was not ranked high or low, what qualifications would he have to be his teacher?
Wang Xu is a person who doesn't get up early without any benefit. In the entire Chaos World community, the only people who are qualified to be his teachers are those monks in the Heavenly Dao Realm.
Saints are not good, their level is too low.
If you start low, your starting point will be low in the future, and there will be no way forward.
If he really wanted to become a disciple, he would also have to worship various holy kings, even the fallen holy lord.
In the martial arts conference, if the top ten in each group can be received by the Fallen Holy Lord, that is the opportunity he needs to seize.
The preliminary round was just an appetizer. He knew exactly what he was doing and what he wanted.