Chapter 1182 What about the middle-level holy king (New Year's Eve)
With a 'stab' sound, Ye Xuan's right hand caught more than a foot of Mr. Wu's defensive light shield.
Mr. Wu was at the fourth level of the Saint King Realm. At this moment, he clearly felt that the energy of his defensive mask was quickly sucked away by Ye Xuan, which made him shocked and angry.
When he reaches the perfection of the Great Sage Realm, his combat power belongs to the absolute strongest among the Great Sage Realm.
At this time, the intermediate-level Saint King was actually suppressed by a great Saint like Ye Xuan.
This made him feel that he had lost face, and he couldn't help but become furious.
The Intermediate Saint King is worthy of being an Intermediate Saint King. When Mr. Wu saw that his protective shield was about to collapse, he moved backwards and dodged backwards. The speed was so fast that everyone around him except Ye Xuan, the demon pupil,
Everyone except the Soul Master has a feeling that is hard to catch with the naked eye!
But just when Mr. Wu thought his escape technique could stabilize Ye Xuan, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him, something flashed in front of him, and a loud noise suddenly erupted.
The old man only felt a huge force coming from the protective sand shield, and then his flying figure was shot back by this huge force that was unable to withstand the blow. His whole body was like a rag bag, and he was thrown back.
He threw it hard against a stone wall on the opposite side and penetrated more than three feet into the wall.
Even though he was protected by the body-protecting spiritual light, the old man surnamed Wu still felt a shock on his back, which made him numb and unconscious, as if his entire body had temporarily lost control.
Only then did he see clearly that Ye Xuan slowly retracted one fist and looked at him indifferently.
Mr. Wu's complexion suddenly became pale and bloodless.
"Is this the strength of the Intermediate Holy King? It probably has something to do with the fact that you have just advanced to the fourth level of the Holy King, and you are still unable to truly display your current cultivation level! However, if this is the case, then you will die here today.
." Ye Xuan said coldly.
His eyes once again changed into exquisite patterns, and a pair of pitch-black eyes were extremely cold, staring at the old man like a dead man without blinking.
At this time, the old man surnamed Wu was already feeling very cold in his heart.
As soon as Ye Xuan finished speaking, his body moved, bringing out a series of phantom remnants, and he rushed towards the old man, not wanting to say any more nonsense.
Mr. Wu was so frightened that he flew to the sky. He was afraid of this man's physical power and wanted to get out of the stone wall, but it was too late. The opponent's movements were too fast and he rushed to him in an instant, like a ghost.
A claw wrapped with purple and black thunder and lightning had already stabbed straight down at his head.
Elder Wu was so anxious that he had no choice but to panic, his whole body flashed with gray light, and he poured all the holy power into the sand shield in one breath.
Suddenly, the layer of sand in front of him suddenly grew into a half-foot-high halo. The electric claw was driven down hard under Ye Xuan's expressionless gaze.
A strange sound of "Zila" came out, and the light curtain of sand erupted into a dazzling light. In the panic of the old man, his claws finally stopped after penetrating into the sand curtain for a few feet.
Seeing this, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, and the color on his face returned a little. When the spiritual light on his body flashed again, he would use the protective spiritual light to break out of these hard-iron forbidden stone walls.
But Ye Xuan's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
There was a loud noise, and Ye Xuan waved his other arm and hit the sand shield light curtain.
The spiritual light that the old man had just released from his body was shattered by a shock.
Was shaken back by Ye Xuan's huge power!
Ye Xuan has experienced hundreds of battles, and of course he also knows that his physical body is much stronger than this old man.
Think about it, he has devoured the blood of many powerful men, and he has just devoured the flesh and blood of a Yinglong. His physical body is so powerful.
The old man was startled. Ye Xuan's arm that was deeply embedded in the sand shield suddenly twitched, and then he struck down with the same punch as fast as lightning.
The light curtain shook again, and the remaining body-protecting spiritual light on the old man was also shattered by this blow. At the same time, his body sank and fell into the stone wall again for several feet!
"not good!"
When Mr. Wu saw this scene, he finally remembered something and his expression changed greatly. He quickly took out a white Dharma flag and wanted to sacrifice this treasure.
But Ye Xuan waved his fists and punched them down one after another, not giving the old man a chance to throw out the Dharma flag. Each punch happened to disperse the energy that the old man had just injected into the flag.
Come, and hit faster and faster, the force is getting stronger and stronger, and the rumbling sound is continuous for a while.
The old man was horrified and wanted to use other secret techniques, but the same holy power was dispersed after only half of it was raised, making it impossible to gather the holy power at all.
As a result, Wu Laokong, who had great cultivation and magical powers, was trapped alive in the stone wall and could not use it at all. He could only watch the sand shield light curtain in front of him become thinner and lighter bit by bit.
He stood up with a look of despair on his face.
Mr. Wu's face was frighteningly green, and after he looked at Ye Xuan's cold eyes with round eyes, he even shivered in his heart.
There is no doubt that if this happened to the end, he would definitely have his protective mask broken and his body would be smashed into a pulp.
"Don't worry, Mr. Wu, I'll be here to help you!" Seeing this, the other three old men were shocked for a while and finally came to their senses.
With a flash of their bodies, they rushed towards Ye Xuan and Mr. Wu.
But at this moment, Mr. Wu's body-protecting sand shield was blasted away by Ye Xuan first, and the black sand light curtain collapsed.
He saw a fist with purple and black lightning hitting his face. If this fist was hit hard, even if he was as big as a leek, his brain would be shattered!
The old man immediately gritted his teeth in his heart and shouted suddenly. The gray glow above his head flashed, and a Yuanhun with a face that looked exactly like the old man suddenly appeared in the sky. The baby's Yuanhun looked frightened and resentful, but he held a mouthful of yellow with both hands.
small flag.
Almost at the same time, Mr. Wu’s physical head was blown open by Ye Xuan’s punch!
The three old men who originally rushed to support them all froze in the void, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
This is the fourth level of the Holy King, and his head was smashed by a young boy from the Great Saint Realm!?
Wu Lao Yuanhun was so angry that he screamed. He had just advanced not long ago. If he had been given some more time to stabilize his cultivation, he would never have his body destroyed so easily.
But Wu Lao's soul didn't hesitate at all. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared out of thin air on the spot. The next moment, it appeared directly behind Ye Xuan a hundred feet away. Then the soul was about to use the martial soul to escape and escape.
Mr. Wu knew that when his body was still alive, he was no match for this young man. Now that his body was destroyed and only his soul was left, it was impossible to fight with this young man. If he stayed here any longer, he would definitely die.
But just when Mr. Wu was about to run away for his life...
Ye Xuan's figure suddenly appeared in front of his Yuanhun, and then he pointed out. With this finger, he tore apart the soul light protection outside Wu Lao Yuanhun's soul in an instant. Even the small martial soul flag, with just one breath,
He collapsed after being clicked, and with a shrill scream and despair from Old Wu Yuanhun, he was directly clicked on the forehead of his Yuanhun.
Just touch it and close it.
boom!
The destructive force fully erupted in Mr. Wu's entire soul, collapsed, and shot out in all directions, and the soul was torn apart!