super king glory

Just because Duanmu Yeyu's body was pierced by these small energy swords.

A strange and powerful breath came from the pierced wound.

Just like many acupuncture points in the body, they are all opened up at this moment.

The extremely powerful potential was stimulated by Duanmu Yeyu at this moment.

While Wang Xiaojian realized this.

Duanmu Yeyu's body, which was pierced by the energy sword, glowed with dazzling light.

Along with that, Duanmu Yeyu let out a painful roar.

An extremely terrifying aura surged from Duanmu Yeyu's body.

boom!

This breath surpassed the peak of Wu Zun.

It was several times that of Duanmu Yeyu's original breath.

When it swept away, the sky and the earth changed color.

And the strongmen of King's Gate shook their bodies.

There was disbelief on their faces.

Immediately afterwards, ecstasy rose.

"This breath is so strong, is it a holy level? Is it the power of a holy level?"

"You can't be wrong, if you are above the peak of the Nine Star Martial Lord, you are a Martial Saint. Otherwise, how could it be possible to exude such a powerful aura."

"The sect master has arrived at Martial Saint!"

"A strong Martial Saint appeared in Zhonglanyu!"

"..."

The warriors of the King's Sect were extremely excited.

Above Wu Zun is Wu Sheng.

They didn't know what technique Duanmu Yeyu was using.

But it is a fact that the combat power has soared several times at this moment.

This must have reached Wu Sheng!

The realm of martial saints.

This is something they dare not even dream of.

However, Duanmu Yeyu did it.

When the word "Wu Sheng" spread, the people on the entire Wangwang Mountain Range were shocked.

The King's Sect disciples were shocked, and then cheered.

Ling Susu was also surprised.

Can Duanmu Yeyu reach such a state by relying on techniques? !

But then, a smile appeared on her face again.

Now that Duanmu Yeyu has reached this level, then Wang Xiaojian is doomed.

Wang Xiaojian can rely on his skills and various hole cards to increase his combat power to the point where he can fight against Duanmu Yeyu, the peak of the Nine Star Martial Lord.

However, when Duanmu Yeyu's combat power reached the level of a martial saint.

Wang Xiaojian had no chance at all.

In the sky, there are several old men in black robes, all of whom are strong in Hongye.

They looked at the woman in red together.

They all obviously recognized the technique performed by Duanmu Yeyu.

One of them, facing the woman in red, said: "First seat. This Duanmu Yeyu is really a ruthless character. He actually used the method of returning to the origin with a hundred apertures."

The woman in red nodded and said approvingly: "That's right, the Hundred Apertures Returning to Origin method requires ten years of cultivation before it can be used. It will also damage the foundation of the user."

"Duanmu Yeyu has raised his cultivation to the peak of the Nine Star Martial Lord, and with his swordsmanship, it is obvious that he intends to challenge the Martial Saint!"

"After this performance, his chances of attacking the Martial Saint will be reduced by at least [-]%!"

Don't look at only [-]%.

But it is possible that the realm called Duanmu Yeyu will only stay at the peak of Wu Zun from now on!

Even she thought Duanmu Yeyu was a cruel person.

How dare you be so hard on yourself.

Of course, she knew better, if Duanmu Yeyu didn't use this move.

I'm afraid he can't be defeated, this unfathomable Wang Xiaojian!

In the sky, the side effect of Baiqiao Guiyuan caused Duanmu Yeyu's body to be in severe pain, and his handsome face was also a little grim.

His breath is very terrifying.

Did not shoot.

However, because of his terrifying aura, the surrounding air was distorted.

Facing Wang Xiaojian, Duanmu Yeyu grinned grimly and said, "Wang Xiaojian, what's the matter, I have reached Martial Saint. What are you going to fight with me!"

He wanted to see Wang Xiaojian's expression of fear.

However, he was disappointed.

Even though, with the help of the Hundred Aperture Return to Yuan Technique, his combat power has been raised to the level of a martial saint.

Wang Xiaojian wasn't afraid either.

On the contrary, there was a sneer on Wang Xiaojian's face, "Duanmu Yeyu, what's so great about relying on skills to improve. It's ridiculous to say that you are a martial artist. You are a false saint at best!"