He Has a Dragon

Although everyone on the Yinkun was full of confidence in Wang Le due to his past invincible record, they were still a little worried.

After all, Wang Le single-handedly defeated two late-stage Nascent Soul masters, as well as a peak late-Nascent Soul master.

What's more important is that in everyone's eyes, the heritage of Middle-earth is extremely profound, far superior to Dongsheng Shenzhou.

In other words, no one can tell how many unpredictable trump cards these three monks from Middle-earth have in their hands.

The battle between masters is only on a thin line.

It is impossible to say that Wang Le fell into the trap accidentally, and the consequences would be disastrous.

But fans of Wang Le like Sui Ruxue are full of confidence in Wang Le.

In the eyes of these idiot fans, the three Middle-earth monks headed by the red-robed monk would definitely be defeated.

The only difference is whether these three guys can survive and escape from the clutches of Wang Le, the murderous devil!

Under the spotlight, just when everyone thought it would be difficult to determine the winner of this one-on-three group battle, they suddenly saw the white-browed and long-faced late-stage Nascent Soul monk falling directly from the group. Fly out.

At this time, everyone saw that the chest of this late Yuanying monk had been sunken and stained with blood, and blood was spurting out from his mouth.

Seeing this scene, the monks watching the battle on the Yinkun couldn't help but let out one after another exclamations of surprise.

"Wocao! This is a melee at the level of a peak powerhouse in the late Nascent Soul. There is no need to decide the winner so quickly, right?!"

"Last time, Senior Wang fought with the late Nascent Soul peak powerhouse of the Orca Royal Family for a long time before the winner was determined. I thought that even if this time it is not as good as the previous one, it would still take an hour, but I didn't expect it to be so fast. !”

"This guy Wang Le is so ferocious, he was born to kill and fight!"

"When they meet an unworldly monster like Wang Le, no matter how strong the three of them are in cultivation, they are destined to become a tragedy!"

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Among the exclamations and discussions on the boat, the white-browed and long-faced monk who was involved was undoubtedly the most deeply touched.

He thought that this young man from Dongsheng China,

Although somewhat enigmatic, it is shrouded in a layer of fog and full of mystery.

But he never expected that he was also a strong person in the late Nascent Soul stage, how could he be defeated so quickly!

It was so fast that he couldn't believe it was real and thought it was a dream.

But the severe pain in his chest told him that this was the cruel reality and everything was true.

At this moment, the white-browed long-faced monk was like gold paper, his bloodless face was full of surprise and uncertainty, and his eyes were filled with horror and boundless fear that could not be expressed in words!

If his son and his companions were not still fighting in the field, he would have wanted to run away immediately, and the further away the better!

Because he has never seen such a strong person in the late Nascent Soul stage in the world!

If he hadn't seen this young man named Wang Le, who exuded extremely strong energy and blood, full of youthful activities, without showing any signs of decay, he would have suspected that he was an old antique who concealed his cultivation and age. !

Human nature is universal.

Regardless of whether they are ordinary people or accomplished experts, they often feel fear when facing unknown things.

And the white-browed long-faced monk who was severely injured by Wang Le's punch was no exception.

At this moment, this late-stage Nascent Soul warrior was filled with fear and did not dare to enter the battle circle again.

Just as the white-browed and long-faced monk hesitated to move forward, the fierce battle between the three men in the battle group had completely entered a fever pitch.

"ah!"

Amidst the shrill screams, the artifact Hongying Spear suddenly appeared in Wang Le's hand, swooping out like a poisonous snake, directly stabbing another late Nascent Soul powerhouse who was caught off guard!

If it weren't for the critical moment of life and death, the red-robed monk next to him would have reacted quickly, thrust his long sword across the pole, and narrowly missed the gun body, causing the head of the red-tasseled spear to tilt and miss the target. The heart of a strong person in the late Yuan Ying stage!

Otherwise, this tall and fat monk would have become a corpse on the spot!

Although the red-tasseled spear suddenly thrust out by Wang Le did not kill the tall and fat late-stage Nascent Soul master, it did open a large gash under the opponent's ribs, exposing the flesh and bones inside!

The red-robed monk couldn't help but become angry when he saw that his two servants were injured by Wang Le so quickly!

Because when the servant was injured, he had no time to rescue him and could only watch helplessly. It was really a shame.

If the opponent who injured the servant was a divine being, even if he was a peak powerhouse in the late Nascent Soul stage like himself, he would admit it.

The key is that this hateful opponent in front of him is just a late-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse whose cultivation level is one level lower than him.

How embarrassing it is!

Fortunately, this battle took place on the Black Sea. If it had taken place in Middle-earth and been seen by other comrades, the red-robed monk would have been ashamed to go out to meet people for a long time.

Thinking of this, the red-robed monk who felt humiliated couldn't help but let out a loud roar, then grasped the hilt of the long sword, his life magic weapon, with both hands, and roared with murderous intent: "Asshole! Have a taste of my master's sword skills. Zong Thirteen Swords!"

The moment he finished speaking, the figure of the red-robed monk completely disappeared from Wang Le's sight, leaving only dark red sword shadows!

In an instant, facing countless crimson sword shadows flying towards him, Wang Le tensed up and couldn't help but feel a rare sense of crisis.

This made Wang Le immediately realize that the Thirteen Swords of Ten Thousand Transformations Returning to the Sect mentioned by the red-robed monk was certainly not simple.

With his mind wandering, Wang Le, who was ready with all his strength, clenched the gun body with both hands, his wrist shaking constantly. Purple-gold gun flowers, like lotus flowers in the void, spread all over the front of Wang Le's portal to resist the attack of the red-robed monks.

Faced with the enemy's unfamiliar attack method, Wang Le did not hesitate to put defense first. It was not too late to get familiar with it first and then switch from defense to offense.

At the same time, Wang Le's Delusion-Destroying Dharma Eye was fully opened, trying to find loopholes and flaws in the Thirteen Swords of Wanhua Guizong!

Dang Dang Dang

Boom boom boom

ping ping pong

………

The unique sharp sound of metal collision was continuous, and the crimson sword shadow full of murderous intent was immediately entangled with the purple-gold gun light in the sky.

You attack and I defend, falling into a state of stalemate and balance.

Upon seeing this, the tall and fat monk immediately gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain coming from his ribs. He summoned his natal magic weapon, a wide-backed broadsword, and then slashed directly at Wang Le from the side, trying to open the opponent's vital door from the side!

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Wang Le had quick eyes and quick hands. The Hongying spear suddenly deflected, and the tip of the spear hit the tip of the broad-backed broadsword with extremely precise accuracy!

At this moment, the tall and fat monk trembled violently as if he had received an electric shock, and a sickly blush suddenly appeared on both sides of his face!

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