He Has a Dragon

All of a sudden, four powerful gods from the Three Holy Islands in the Bohai Sea attacked Wang Le from one front to another!

"boom!"

Wang Le, who was bare-handed, blocked the incoming magic weapon trident with his bare hands, and suddenly there was a crisp and harsh metal collision sound.

In an instant, the young monk holding the trident, his natal magic weapon, immediately felt an irresistible and terrifying rebound force, sweeping towards him along the body of the halberd!

"puff!"

The young monk who suffered the backlash suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat, and blood spurted out from his mouth.

Especially the tiger's mouth of the right hand that tightly grasped the trident, the magic weapon of life, burst open and dripped with blood.

At this time, the other three people who slowly followed up to attack saw this scene, and their expressions suddenly changed.

Although everyone knew that Wang Le was very powerful and had the ability to kill enemies across borders, they never imagined that he could be so powerful. It was simply amazing.

Even the short monk who had seen Wang Le take action in the gap between the canyon cliffs was no exception.

This made him realize that Wang Le did not show his true strength when he competed with the beautiful woman in palace costume in the canyon.

At this moment, although the black-robed saint, the short monk and others were surprised and surprised, their offensive did not slow down. Instead, they attacked Wang Le faster.

Because Wang Le turned from defense to offense after blocking the head-on blow from the trident. Taking advantage of the backlash from the young monk, he directly attacked him and tried to kill him as soon as possible!

Faced with such a situation, the black-robed Holy Son and others would certainly not ignore death.

What's more, if you lose a fellow disciple on your side as soon as you come up, it will be a huge blow to morale and destroy your own prestige.

Back to the subject, just when Wang Le took the opportunity to fight back, he punched away the young monk's natal magic weapon trident protecting his door, and then slapped the opponent's heart with a palm. The three monks headed by the black-robed saint finally attacked. Come up.

At this moment, if Wang Le did not give up the killing blow on the young monk, he would not be able to avoid the attacks of the other three people, and the consequences can be imagined.

Then Wang Le gave up the killing blow without hesitation, and slapped the young monk's right palm in a different direction.

Meet the gray-haired old man.

At the same time, Wang Le's left hand turned into a fist and swung out countless purple-gold fist shadows, directly blocking the fierce attacks of the black-robed saint and the short monk behind him from outside his own door.

Bang bang bang——

Boom boom boom——

Boom boom boom——

…………

Suddenly, the wind and thunder exploded, and the continuous roaring and exploding sound was like a cascading wave, completely alarming the boundless forest sea!

At this time, we saw the central area of ​​​​the fierce battle. Except for the ten thousand-year-old tree that remained standing, other forest trees and plants were uprooted one after another, and then turned into powder and filled the air by the power stirred up by the melee.

The young monk who was the first to attack but suffered a backlash immediately participated in the siege of Wang Le after he recovered.

However, Wang Le, who was besieged by the four powerful gods from Bohai Sansheng Island, was not afraid and fought against them with one against four in an extremely domineering manner, without any intention of defending.

No matter what kind of attack methods the black-robed saints and the others used, Wang Le took them one by one, and then used his fists to "bomb" these besieged powerful gods indiscriminately!

During this process, Wang Le was using his bare hands and did not take out the artifact from the Dharma Eye Space to fight the enemy. The main reason was that the artifact was ultimately weaker when faced with the natal magic weapon in the God Transformation Realm.

Rather than taking it out and being destroyed, it would be better to use your own fists to solve it.

What's more, Wang Le's strongest weapon has always been his fists.

And this also completely shocked the black-robed Holy Son and others who besieged him.

These four powerful gods from the Three Holy Islands in the Bohai Sea, especially the black-robed man with the identity of the Holy Son, boast that their physical bodies are as tempered as others, and their toughness and strength far exceed most of the same level.

But I didn't expect that Wang Le's physical body would be so strong that it was unbelievable.

Moreover, Wang Lecai is only at the Nascent Soul Realm, and his physical body is far stronger than theirs. When he is promoted to the God Transformation Realm in the future, the black-robed man and the other four God Transformation experts will not dare to continue thinking about it. It is simply too shocking.

While shocked, it also made Saint Son Heipao and others want to take possession of Wang Le's inheritance of skills as their own!

But it’s one thing to want it, but another thing to make it your own!

Immediately, the Holy Son in black robes was seen shouting to the other three disciples of the God Transformation: "Form up!"

Facing the Holy Son's instructions, the little monk and the others just showed a hint of hesitation in their eyes when they saw the black-robed monk roaring angrily again: "This is an order! If you don't obey, you will be expelled from the Three Holy Islands!"

When the three of them heard the Holy Son's threat, even though the boss was unwilling, they all had to nod in agreement.

Wang Le, who was surrounded by four people at this time, couldn't help but feel vigilant when he saw this. He immediately realized that the formation mentioned by the black-robed monk must be something serious.

This made Wang Le couldn't help but glance at the young monk, and thought to himself: "I let you escape with your life at first, but you were able to escape the first grade of junior high school, but you couldn't escape the fifteenth grade. Now I have to let you die!"

Because once the four opponents form a successful formation, even if Wang Le is confident to deal with it, it will take more time and mana.

So Wang Le decided to get rid of the young monk who was injured and unable to maintain his peak condition before they could successfully form a formation!

In this case, even if they succeed in forming an formation, I believe the power of the formation will be weakened a lot.

In a flash of thought, Wang Le made a decision, and immediately took action. He quickly avoided the overwhelming offensive like a bolt of lightning, passed through the gaps between the attacks of various magic weapons with incomparable accuracy, and then struck out at an unprecedented speed. The palm struck the young monk's neck and throat!

If this battle was outside, the young monk, who was a powerful god-incarnation man, could easily avoid it without any effort.

But being in this secret cave space is obviously a different matter.

At this moment, facing Wang Le's ghost-like figure, the young monk who had suffered from depression and almost lost his life before seemed to have roots growing under his feet and could not avoid it at all.

At the critical moment, the black-robed Holy Son who had just roared out of formation nearby screamed in dismay. In desperation, he threw out the long sword, the magic weapon in his hand, without hesitation, and shot Wang Le directly at the vital part of his back, trying to hold him back from attacking. Attack and kill!

In the flash of lightning, Wang Le seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He didn't even look back, and he didn't stop attacking the young monk. Instead, he suddenly launched a scorpion tail swing!

Soon enough, Wang Le threw a kick from behind towards the flying sword.

As if he had already calculated it accurately, when the flying sword, the holy son's black-robed magic weapon, was only three inches away from the vital point of his back, Wang Le's toes directly kicked the sword of the magic weapon.

"Qiang!"

Amidst the clear sound of metal collision, the flying sword, which had suffered a heavy blow, changed its direction instantly and shot directly back, heading towards the vital part of its owner's chest!