Dragon Warrior

The heart of the old man of the Wu family has already reached his throat. The blue dragon in the midair is obviously at a disadvantage. It can only resist. It has been injured by the sharp claws of the golden-eyed black panther several times, and its light has dimmed a lot. The ordinary spirit beasts probably have already dissipated.

"The Wu family finally has some hope, but there must be no mistakes!" Mr. Wu couldn't sit still, but he knew that there was no chance to make a move. Han Mo beside him was not a fuel-efficient lamp. The crisis can only be resolved by himself.

Wuming's movements are getting faster and faster, jumping on the spot, as if he really turned into a spirit leopard, and the transformed spirit beasts in mid-air are also attacking again and again, passing through the dragon's body quickly, and biting on the dragon's body , the blue dragon let out a mournful cry, unable to break free anymore.

"Wu Yi, in another three years, I may not be your opponent, but it's a pity that you don't have such a chance." For the first time, there was a gleam of excitement in Wuming's eyes. To him, being able to defeat such a powerful opponent , is also a huge gain.

"Break!" Wuming leaped forward suddenly, his hands turned into sharp claws, reaching straight for Wu Yi's heart, piercing the air with sharp energy, and making a sharp whistling sound.

"Wu Yi!" Li Peiru closed her eyes in despair, and two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks. Wu Yi couldn't avoid this move, and he would definitely be ripped open.

"If he dies for me, I will never live alone." Li Peiru made up her mind secretly, holding a delicate hairpin in her hand.

"Boss, you can't just sit there waiting to die, stand up and masturbate quickly! Make a big move and kill him!" Ge Xiaotian was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, but there was nothing he could do.

"Five meters...two meters...one meter..." Wuming kept calculating the distance, and seemed to have smelled the fiery and seductive smell of blood gushing out, which fascinated him so much and made him so intoxicated.

Today he is destined to become famous in one battle. In this martial arts arena, stepping on the flesh and blood of monks of the same rank, like these aristocratic families, prove who is the real strong.

Day after day, year after year, the boring and painful tempering, isn't it just for this moment to emit the most dazzling light? He did it, finally did it.

The moment his fingertips pierced through the flesh and blood, Wu Yi, who had kept his eyes closed all the time, suddenly opened them, like two golden suns, extremely gorgeous, pure and concise, as if that was the center of the world, and everything stopped in an instant.

Wuming felt that the gaze was about to swallow him, and his mind was in chaos, leaving only a sea of ​​golden light, devouring everything, containing everything, his mind was shocked, and he completely lost the right to control his body, although it was only for a moment, But the outcome of the battle has already been decided.

"Explosive Flame Fist!" Wu Yishuang grasped the fist, carrying Juehuo Yuanli, and hit Wuming heavily on the chest. Wuming, who was not yet awake, was blown away by the fist and hit the Yuanli barrier.

"Evil Dragon Seal!" Wu Yi held the evil blade in his hand, and spewed out a stream of blood essence from his mouth. The evil blade that was ready to move suddenly shone brightly, and a huge blood dragon roared out, drawing a perfect arc in mid-air, straight Ben rose up without a name.

This time, the blood dragon that Wu Yi summoned was more than twenty meters long, with horns on its head, majestic and majestic. The blood-red scales all over its body were like a raging fire, burning the sky and devouring the earth, unstoppable.

Wuming just woke up from the confusion, and before he could feel the pain in his body, his eyes were blocked by a dazzling fiery red. They were a pair of eyes, a pair of longan from the ancient fairy world, staring at him blankly.

What kind of look is that, looking down on the common people, dominating the world, as if everything in this world is only worthy of submitting to its feet, bowing its head and brows, obeying orders.

"Boom..." The giant dragon passed through Wuming's body without any pause, and collided with the Yuanli barrier. This time, Ge Xiaotian, whose mouth was open enough to hold an egg, was directly swept up by the air wave and hit the ground. On the outer wall, he didn't feel the slightest pain.

The few old men who were originally on the viewing platform also flew up flat and pushed back a lot, and all of them had flushed faces and some difficulty in breathing.

This kid actually directly exploded the Yuanli Barrier, which is no less than a blood-transforming monk. This kind of strength can only be described as abnormal.

"Fatty get up, your ass is pressing on my head."

"You think I don't want to get up! I have three asses on my head, and I can't push them."

"Ah...who is releasing the poisonous gas, I'm about to vomit."

"If you dare to vomit, I will fight you hard."

The only ones who could sit down at the moment were those few old men, and the rest of them fell together like arhats, pushing and shouting desperately.

Wu Yi felt that he was about to be hollowed out, and he stood up slowly entirely by willpower.

"This is the hero in my heart, Wu Yi, you really didn't disappoint me." Li Peiru slowly let go of the hairpin tightly held in her hand, her eyes were full of pride, and she didn't notice that her palm was stained red with blood. Thinking of Wu Yi winning this battle and becoming the final victor, a strange blush instantly climbed up his cheeks, and he jumped up desperately like a rambunctious deer in his heart.

"I didn't expect Essence Blood Summoning to exert such a great energy, but it's a pity that I can activate it only once." Wu Yi was also shocked by such a destructive effect. The evil blade sucks half life away.

Wuming lay there, unable to move except for his eyeballs, the meridians all over his body were broken, fine blood beads seeped out from his skin, it looked hideous and terrifying.

"How... how is it possible, this is simply not something a cultivator in the body training realm can do, there must be fraud in it!" Seeing Wu Yi who was approaching step by step, Wuming said unwillingly.

The situation changed too quickly, and Wuming thought that summoning the Extinct Fire Dragon was Wu Yi's last move, because that was almost the limit of what a body-forging monk could do.

But it never occurred to him that Wu Yi had such a powerful lore waiting for him, and he didn't give him any chance to react at all. How could such advanced illusions as spiritual attack be displayed on him? It's so unfair.

Heaven and hell are always only one step away. Wuming, who was already a hunter with a sure chance of winning, became a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in the blink of an eye.

"Fighting depends not only on strength, but also on wisdom." Wu Yi's face was like gold paper, and he raised the evil blade unsteadily.

At this time, an ordinary person can beat Wu Yi to the ground, because he has exhausted all his strength. It's a pity that Wuming was lying there, unable to even lift his fingers.

"You can't kill me. Do you know who I am? If you kill me, will the boss let you go?" Wuming felt fear for the first time, the fear of death.

"This is what I said, as if I don't kill you, he will let me go." Wu Yi smiled, he has already formed a knot with the inspection team, killing one is one, what else do you care about?

"If you let me go today, I will definitely intercede with the chief supervisor and let you join the inspection team as the next chief supervisor." Wuming began to plead. How many people in this world can face death calmly and calmly? After all, there is no point in pretending to be coercive at this time, saving one's life is the most important thing.

But he forgot that when faced with Han Fei's begging for mercy, he had ever hesitated at all. The best choice for such a threat is to kill it in the cradle.

"On behalf of the aristocratic family, I, Wu Yi, sentence you to death." Wu Yi said no more, and ended Wuming's life with a wave of his hand.

This battle finally came to an end. Wu Yi looked at the shallow blood hole in his chest and felt lingering fear. If he was a little slower, his little heart might be crushed.

In order to ensure the maximum effect of his mental attack, he waited until he felt a tingling pain before making a move. This was a dangerous move. If he couldn't defeat the enemy, he would die.

But he had no choice. The time he could summon the 'Evil Dragon Seal' with his own blood essence was at most one chance to make a move. If Wuming had already taken precautions, even if he could seriously injure him, he would not be completely sure that he would completely lose his fighting power. Only by superimposing it with a mental attack can the odds of winning be maximized, so when he fell into a stalemate, he deliberately showed weakness and lured the unknown killer.

The closer to the moment of success, the more relaxed a person is, the time to practice "Soul Eater" is not long, and the mental attack is not yet familiar, so it is necessary to find the best time to make a move. Wu Yi is waiting for that moment.

This battle didn't last long. For Wu Yi, it was a walk through the gate of hell, and his life was almost lost.

Han Mo's complexion has turned from black to green at this moment. Originally, he had already planned to end the lives of Ge Xiaotian and Wu Yi after the martial arts competition was over, and to avenge the shame of the two juniors of the Han family. But at this moment, Wu Yi's performance, It made him a little confused, because Wu Yi's performance was too abnormal.

"Could it be that Fangcuntai is really behind the Wu family?" Han Mo frowned. If so, he would have to be scruples.

"Boss, I really admire you so much." Ge Xiaotian yelled loudly, at the moment he admired Wu Yi completely, such strength was more than enough to be his boss.

"Young Master Wu, I fucking love you to death."

"Young Master Wu, we support you."

All the hot-blooded young people in the audience showed expressions of admiration. They were powerful and concealed. Wu Yi achieved a nearly perfect counterattack. The existence of such a perverted level is simply an idol in the hearts of these hot-blooded young people. The disciples of Shao Liu and Han also joined Wu Yi's fan group, cheering for him.

"I didn't expect this humble kid to have such terrifying strength." Liu Yuliang's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe everything in front of him. Everything was under control, but now Wu Yi stole all the limelight.

"This son is very talented and has profound blessings. I am afraid that he will be the most worthy person in Yanjing in the next hundred years." Ge Qingyun squinted his eyes and muttered to himself.

Resisting and killing the late-stage powerhouses of the Blood Coagulation Realm with the strength of the Forging Body Realm, this talent alone is enough to make Wu Yi worthy of the title of Yanjing's No. 1 Young Master!