Mystic God-level Emperor System

"Who said I have to rely on luck to kill you?"

Su Han asked back with a smile.

The smile on Wu Zhi's face froze slightly, and said lightly:

"Doesn't it depend on luck? I want to see how far awareness of tactics can be achieved at your age."

After saying that, he walked towards Su Han slowly, with every step he took, the breath on his body was rising!

Everyone even saw a phantom appearing behind Wu Zhi.

That is the fire of martial arts!

When the state is pushed to the extreme, the phantom vision of the martial arts fire will appear unconsciously!

Stop Gemeng.

Wu Shaokang looked at Wu Zhi's aura at the moment, and his expression was a little excited. One day, he can become a strong man like Wu Zhi!

Become a land god admired by thousands of people, walk in the air, and soar freely in the sky!

"Are you afraid?

rest assured.

Your grandfather's strength is among the best in the Yuandan Realm of the four major leagues. "

Yun Zhige suddenly turned around to look at Wu Shaokang, and smiled lightly.

"That's right, brother Wu's awareness of fighting methods is unmatched by others. In the Covenant Competition decades ago, he was the number one fighter in Yuan Dan Realm."

Fang Shen nodded with a smile.

The other Yuan Dan realm peak curled his lips, although he was upset, he had to admit it.

In the Zhi Ge League, Wu Zhi suppressed him first, and now Fang Shen has come, life is getting worse and worse.

"My lord, I am not afraid.

I believe that grandpa can easily suppress the opponent's Yuan Dan. "

Wu Shaokang bowed his fists and said: "I'm just very excited, and I hope that one day, like grandpa, I can fight against the Yuan Dan Realm in Zhigemeng!"

"Yes, you have the talent."

Yun Zhige nodded with a faint smile.

Wu Shaokang became more and more excited when he heard this.

The Green Feather League and the White Dragon League were also watching the battle with cold eyes.

"How many tricks do you think Wu Zhi will use to suppress the opponent?"

"The aura of Mo Tianmeng is not weak, Wu Zhi has experienced more battles at the same level.

I guess within thirty moves, Wu Zhizhi resolved the battle. "

"Thirty strokes are too few, at least fifty strokes.

The other party was young and vigorous, full of energy and blood, and Wu Zhi was also getting old no matter what. "

"Gamble?"

"Then take a gamble!"

On the high platform.

Qiao Yuan took a deep breath, and had already made a decision in his heart. If Su Han was not inferior, he would stop the fight as soon as possible.

It doesn't matter whether the Motian League is dissolved or not. For the Seven Immortals Sect, this kind of force is not the only one.

But Su Han must not have any accidents!

If his guess is correct, behind Su Han there is a magic weapon craftsman with extremely terrifying methods.

The opponent's cultivation level is likely to be the King of Martial Arts!

For the Seven Immortals, making friends with people like Su Han is the most correct choice. The entire Motian League is not as important as Su Han alone!

"Elder Qiao, the poor monk thinks you are nervous?"

Miaohong suddenly said.

The woman from Lingluo Valley and the old woman from Prince Chang's Mansion looked at Qiao Yuan one after another.

"Elder Qiao has friendship with this Yuan Dan?"

The old woman in Chang Wang's mansion sneered.

Qiao Yuan glanced at her, smiled, and didn't answer the other party's words.

"If you know the truth, there is a magic weapon craftsman who can forge seventh-level magic weapons hidden behind it, I'm afraid it's not a joke, but a shy face to make friends with?

It's a pity, you guys don't understand! "

Qiao Yuan sneered in his heart.

The other party thought that the covenant competition was very important, but no one knew that Su Han's safety was the most important thing to him!

On the martial arts arena.

Wu Zhi has come three zhang away from Su Han.

"This distance is almost the same."

Wu Zhi smiled slightly in his heart.

He wants to perform a certain kill, and with one move, the opponent loses his combat power, and even loses his life!

In this way, the Motian League has no time to admit defeat, and the next Wendou will be completely useless, and the Zhige League will also win the final victory and become the first in the three major alliances!

This distance is almost the same.

Su Han smiled in his heart, before Wu Zhi could use his tricks, he punched out.

Big Thunder Fist!

The raging and violent thunder qi entwined on the phantom of the fist seal, and landed on Wu Zhi's body in an instant.

boom!

Wu Zhi only had time to sacrifice his body-protecting qi, and he was directly knocked into the air, and when he landed on the ground, he rolled over a distance of several feet.

"That's the trick!"

Li Tianshui lost his voice.

Li Motian frowned and looked at him.

Li Tianshui quickly explained: "Father, I was defeated by Senior Shi with this move.

With one move, he defeated me..."

Everyone looked at Li Tianshui with strange expressions.

So there was a conflict between these two?

After Su Han punched, he didn't stop there.

Before Wu Zhi could react, the second punch had already caught up.

boom!

The protective energy on Wu Zhi's body was directly shattered!

The third punch!

boom!

Wu Zhi's clothes were on fire, and the skin of his body was scorched black!

The fourth punch!

boom!

A burnt smell rose from Wu Zhi's body.

Fifth punch!

boom!

Wu Zhi lay on the ground without any reaction.

The sixth punch!

boom!

Wu Zhi's body began to crumble like grains of sand.

The sixth punch!

The seventh punch!

The eighth punch!

Ninth punch!

The tenth punch!

Su Han's former stellar energy can only support him to punch one or two punches, after all, it is a seventh-rank martial skill, a martial skill practiced by a martial king.

But now, after he has punched ten times, he still feels that the qi in his body is still surging, and it can support him to punch another ten times.

But it is no longer necessary.

In Wu Zhi's current state, even the presence of the Heavenly Emperor would not be able to save him.

Every single cell was baptized by the thunder and turned into powder, completely inactive.

Even if Su Han gave him the Eucharist of Immortality, he would not survive!

A light wind blows.

Wu Zhi's scorched body began to drift away, and in just a few breaths, there was only a black humanoid imprint left in the deep pit, proving that Wu Zhi had walked and lived once in this world.

"Grandpa, grandpa..."

Wu Shaokang muttered to himself, and tears rolled down his eyes unconsciously.

"How can this be?"

Whether it's the warriors in the auditorium, the big families in Cangyun City, or Yun Zhige and others from the Four Great Alliances.

Or Miaohong on the high platform, the old woman, the girl from Lingluo Valley.

Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them at this moment.

Wu Zun is fine.

For Yuan Dan, the scene they saw just now was enough to make one's hair stand on end, like falling into an ice cellar!

The eleventh punch!

Su Han punched again.

The thunder fist seal instantly expanded the deep pit.

Everyone was stunned!

The twelfth punch!

The thirteenth punch!

Su Han's face was calm and calm, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of madness, but this scene made people feel chilling all the time!

The pitch-black imprint on the ground completely dissipated because of this punch!

"this……"

Everyone swallowed subconsciously.

"So, it turns out that this is the way to fight the enemy! Even if you know the opponent is dead, you have to use all your strength...to hit a few times..."

Wu Shuai stared blankly at this scene. At this moment, he realized.