People Are Martial Arts, Drinking Becomes Stronger!

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The moment when the divine sword that traverses the world collides with the majestic scorching sun.

The sky and the earth are pale, and the sun and the moon are dark.

Even these things cannot describe the brilliant divine light that erupted at that moment.

"Stand back!"

"Fast back!"

I don't know who uttered a loud shout, and the Mingjiao people suddenly retreated backwards.

However, if you want to quit at this time, it is already too late.

Under the turbulence of the airflow generated by the pair of bombs, they were directly knocked into the air and shaken tens of feet away.

Afterwards, each of these people looked sluggish, as if they had suffered serious internal injuries.

It is necessary to bear such a terrifying power just to fight outside tens of feet away.

What kind of terrifying strength can the two of them in the frontal battlefield endure?

And here, the three women of Dongfang Bubai had seen the battle between Jiang Hao and the sweeping monk before, and knew that they should not get close, so they took Ren Yingying and retreated a hundred feet away.

Dongfang Bubai frowned, and said in a low voice: "I didn't expect this Wuji's martial arts to reach such a Realm, and to be able to fight Jiang Lang back and forth, like the two of them confronting each other like this, I'm so happy." It's unacceptable."

Wu Xingyun held his small hands behind his back, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, he shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "There seems to be something wrong, that Mingjiao boy couldn't hold on at the beginning of the confrontation just now, but at this moment it seems that there is something wrong. The injection of a strange True Qi directly made his aura soar a lot, and this allowed him to persist until now."

Qu Feiyan asked with some doubts: "How is this possible? Could it be that there are other masters helping in secret?"

At this moment, the sword and Lieyang who were confronting each other exploded and shattered inch by inch.

The terrifying sonic airflow shook the audience, causing earth and rocks to splash and dust to fly under the raging devastation.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the smoke and dust all over the sky dissipated.

Only then did the figures of the two appear.

Jiang Hao is still standing with his hands behind his back, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his whole body is spotless, as if he was not the one who witnessed the shocking battle just now

On the other side, Zhang Wuji looked extremely strange the moment his figure appeared.

And when everyone saw his face clearly, there was an endless stream of gasps.

"What!?"

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Why!? Why is this happening!"

I saw that Zhang Wuji's face was divided into black and white.

One side of the face was as dark and ferocious as a ghost, while the other side was as pale as paper, still the handsome young man.

At this moment, he seemed to be formed by the fusion of two people.

Half of the face wore a maniacal smile, while the other half struggled and twisted.

A strange and evil aura permeated his whole body.

Zhang Wuji suddenly let out a sneer, and said in a hoarse and sullen voice:

"You lowly person, how dare you push me to such an extent, you are proud enough!"

"However, do you think this is the real strength of this seat? Then you are completely wrong!"

"Today, I will let you, a lowly ants, experience the supreme supernatural powers that my Ming Cult uses to purify the world and burn away the sins of the world!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Wuji opened his hands, his robes danced wildly, and his long hair fluttered in Kongchen.

At this moment, a Crimson's sun mark appeared on his forehead inexplicably.

The evil spirit all over his body came out awe-inspiringly, like an ancient monster coming to the world.

At this moment, there was no white in Zhang Wuji's eyes, and a pair of jet-black pupils looked extremely strange.

His face showed incomparable piety, and he sang in a strange tone: "Burn my remnant body, the holy fire is blazing, how happy is life, why is death so painful, for good and evil, only for the sake of light, pity me, the world, sorrow is real many!"

Then he suddenly raised his voice, and roared hoarsely: "Please teach me the Holy Relic [Sacred Fire Order! Pull out all evil spirits!"

Following Zhang Wuji's roar, nine holy fire orders roared out.

One after another, the holy flames were suspended in mid-air, surrounding his body.

And on each of the tokens, a golden-red strange flame is burning.

The extremely hot temperature is a hundred times greater than the nine scorching suns just now!

All of a sudden, the blazing torch illuminated the temperature of the audience soared, and even the soil and rocks under Zhang Wuji's feet were somewhat melted by the high-temperature steam.

With such a terrifying aura, Dongfang Bubai and the other three girls couldn't help but secretly gasp.

However, none of them doubted who the final winner of this battle was.

...asking for flowers...

Because in their hearts, Jiang Hao seems to be their belief, and they will never fail.

Jiang Hao looked at Zhang Wuji, who was bathing in the sacred fire, and said lightly:

"Is this your hole card? The holy fire order of the Persian Ming religion martial arts?"

"That's right, it seems that you, an ant, still have some knowledge!"

Zhang Wuji sneered, a bloodthirsty red light flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, he looks devilish and prestige, but he also paid a great price for this, so now he has the heart to kill Jiang Hao!

At this time, Jiang Hao suddenly had a smile on his face, and said lightly: "Looking at your current appearance, should I call you Zhang Wuji? Or should I call you something else? For example, Yang Dingtian, or Is it Mingzun?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Wuji's complexion changed drastically. The strange face, which was originally black and white, suddenly turned red.

The red sun imprint on the forehead spreads to the whole face, just like the Shura demon in Nine Nether Yellow Springs.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji sneered, and suddenly changed his tone, saying strangely and inexplicably:

"I still underestimated you, an ant, I didn't expect you to be able to see the state of this seat at this time.

Jiang Hao sized him up and asked curiously, "Tell me! Who are you now?"

Zhang Wuji looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, his black hair danced wildly, and roared crazily:

"Of course this seat is Zhang Wuji, but it's also that Yang Dingtian, and he is also the world's savior known as the Supreme Bright King!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was stunned by his words, especially the people of Mingjiao, whose faces were full of disbelief.

"What!? Master, you...you..."

"How is this possible? The previous Yang leader..."

"Mingzun? Saving the world Mingzun is the founder of my sect, but he... didn't he pass away hundreds of years ago?"

At this moment Zhang Wuji, or Ming Zun, laughed wildly and said:

"It's not just Zhang Wuji, or every leader of Mingjiao is me!"

"As long as they have practiced the martial arts left by this seat, each of them still has the mental energy that I left behind in their minds, but this kid is the only one who has moved the universe to the highest Realm, and then changed He has practiced the martial arts of the Holy Ling!"