super king glory

Martial arts all the way, one hundred refinements to become a saint.

Wusheng is not as simple as improving combat power.

That is related to the realm of martial arts and the level of the soul.

Only when the realm of martial arts, including the level of the soul, is raised to the holy level, is the real martial saint!

A true martial saint can kill hundreds of martial masters in seconds with one move!

It's definitely not just a few times the combat power.

Wang Xiaojian's voice fell, and the strong men of the King's Gate under the sky were stunned.

Obviously, Duanmu Yeyu's combat power has been raised to the holy level.

Wang Xiaojian still calls him a false saint!

But Duanmu Yeyu grinned, "Wang Xiaojian, you're right. I really haven't reached the level of a martial sage, and I can't use the supernatural powers that only a martial sage has. But it's more than enough to kill you!"

"Death!"

kill!

Duanmu Yeyu stepped on the void, exerting a power comparable to that of a martial saint.

His body instantly appeared in front of Wang Xiaojian.

This is a terrifying speed.

Even Wang Xiaojian only saw afterimages that were approaching to the extreme.

"The pen of God!"

Wang Xiaojian's eyes were icy cold, and he shot like lightning, using a magical brush!

However, the sword energy barrier has not yet formed in front of him.

Duanmu Yeyu's terrifying sword move was in front of him.

boom!

When Duanmu Yeyu's combat power was promoted to Wu Sheng.

Previously, the two of them used the sword intent of the second-level peak fire at the same time.

The balance is broken!

The sword energy of the magic pen exploded and was destroyed.

Wang Xiaojian's body flew upside down.

Immediately afterwards, Duanmu Yeyu caught up in an instant, and the Qingyue sword in his hand slashed down with a sword shadow that Wang Xiaojian could hardly catch!

Will be into wine!

brush!

In the torn space, Wang Xiaojian used his wine drinking skill to dodge.

However, the terrifying force at the martial saint level exploded in the air, causing Wang Xiaojian to fly out with a muffled grunt.

Duanmu Yeyu charged at Wang Xiaojian again.

Wang Xiaojian used the general wine, dodging alternately with the magic brush skill.

He has a nine-turn golden body.

But the golden body on the fifth floor of the second realm couldn't stop such a terrifying sword glow.

When Duanmu Yeyu used the power of a martial sage to activate the second-level peak sword intent, the defense of the magical brush was broken again and again.

Wang Xiaojian was injured again and again!

Wang Xiaojian's body was stained red with blood.

Looking at Wang Xiaojian's appearance, Duanmu Yeyu's expression turned cold.

He was condescending, with a condescending look on his face and said to Wang Xiaojian: "Wang Xiaojian, what's the matter, you said that it's nothing to be a martial saint. You also said that I am a false saint! But today, I want to kill you!"

"After you die, everything you have belongs to me, including the sacred fire, the martial arts you practiced, and your life's luck!"

"There are also those women, and witches, I want to kill them and let them die!"

Because he focused on practicing swords, Duanmu Yeyu had no special preference for female sex.

Even before his wedding, he had never touched Hua Nongying and Si Xiangtong for his cultivation.

But at this time, when it comes to letting them die badly.

A vicious smile flashed across his ferocious face after performing the Hundred Aperture Returning to Origin Technique.

Seeing Duanmu Yeyu's smile, Wang Xiaojian's eyes flashed coldly.

He wiped a smear of blood from his face.

An unprecedented murderous intent emanated from him.

His eyes were cold, and he said lightly: "Duanmu Yeyu, I wanted to play with you for a while. However, since you are so courteous, I will help you now!"

He was obviously injured.

But the words are high and high, as if the words follow the law, they can determine Duanmu Yeyu's life and death.

Duanmu Yeyu was astonished, and then sneered, "Wang Xiaojian, you have suffered such a serious injury, yet you are still rude to me. You are going to die, so why are you rude to me!"

He mocked Wang Xiaojian.

But when the voice fell, he was suddenly taken aback.

I saw a series of sacred flames emerging from Wang Xiaojian's body.

It is three holy fires.

They are Demon Soul Bone Erosion Flame, Green Crown Blazing Evil Flame, and Fallen Star Flame.

The moment he appeared, Wang Xiaojian pinched his fingers and used a powerful technique!

This technique is not unfamiliar.