Pushing the Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Wei Fan roared loudly, his voice resounding like rolling thunder throughout the sky.

The distance is too far, even if he takes action now, it will be difficult to hurt the little golden lion king.

"After this is over, the Dragon Sunset Bow will be promoted to King Wu's weapon!"

Even though he had already seen Uncle Gongyang and the Little Golden Lion King, in fact they were still dozens of kilometers apart.

It's not that his power can't reach such a distance, but that after the power extends over such a long distance, it is nothing to the little golden lion king of the third level of the demon king.

"Threatening me?"

The little golden lion king stood on the chariot and looked over with cold eyes.

He was tall and strong, with an aura steaming from his body. The chariot under his feet drove across the sky, making a sound like thunder.

Boom!

Hearing Wei Fan's words, he clapped a big golden hand out of the air, trying to pin Uncle Gongyang to death in the air. He didn't take Wei Fan's words to heart at all.

who is he?

He is the little lion king of the golden lion clan and the heir of the Demon Saint. Even in the outside world, few people dare to say such things to him. People in this barren and lawless land of the wasteland dare to threaten him.

"I will kill him first, and then you. I haven't eaten King Wu's flesh for a long time!"

The big golden hand sent out terrifying waves, rubbing the air and making a deafening sound. It swatted Uncle Gongyang's body like a fly, and instantly shattered the territory he had managed to hold up.

"Pfft..."

Gongyang Bo spurted blood from his mouth, and his body was almost flattened. He didn't know how many bones were broken in an instant. His whole body accelerated in the air like a ball, flying towards Wei Fan very quickly.

"He's not dead yet, damn it!"

The Little Golden Lion King frowned. In the outside world, the second level of the Martial King was just a being that he could crush with one finger. But in the Land of Dao Collapse, he didn't even kill him with his full palm.

He did not take action again because the two human Martial Kings who had arrived were already approaching. The man was only at the first level of the Martial King, so there was nothing to be afraid of, but the woman gave off the aura of the third level of the Martial King, which made him quite fearful.

"It should also be from the outside world!"

The Little Golden Lion King guessed Feng Hua's identity in an instant. The wasteland had never heard of a female Martial King of the third level of the Martial King, so the other party should be someone outside the wasteland just like him.

"Palace Master..."

Wei Fan was like a flash of lightning and took Uncle Gongyang into his hand.

Although he was not dead, Uncle Gongyang was also half-dead. There were cracks all over his body, his internal organs were barely held together with strength, and even his soul was injured.

However, although this kind of injury is serious for the strong King Wu, as long as he does not die on the spot, he can still recover slowly in the future.

"I escaped with my life after all. It seems God still doesn't want to accept me!"

Uncle Gongyang smiled miserably, and the strength surged through his body and he began to heal his wounds.

When Wei Fan arrived, it was safe. Although a triple demon king jumped out a little bit, the Holy Master of the Xuanhe Sect who was carrying the holy weapons and integrated with the demon saint formation was killed by Wei Fan. What kind of golden little lion king was this? There is absolutely no way to survive.

"Leave it to you. When I met him, this beast killed many of our human soldiers. Don't let him go!"

"Don't worry, Lord, this beast can't survive!"

Wei Fan nodded and turned to look at Feng Hua: "Please help me take care of the palace master. I will kill this beast with my own hands!"

He handed Uncle Gongyang to Fenghua with a cold face!

He has been protecting the human race for hundreds of thousands of years and frightening the demon king. He cannot do such a thing, but he admires people like Uncle Gongyang very much. The miserable condition of Uncle Gongyang’s body makes the murderous intention in him almost give up the void. freeze.

"His injury is not a big problem!"

Fenghua flipped her wrist, and an emerald-green elixir appeared in her hand, emitting strong vitality. Then she handed it to Uncle Gongyang: "Old man, please take it. Your injury will heal soon."

"Thank you, girl!" Uncle Gongyang took it and swallowed it. In an instant, the injuries on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Little Golden Lion King narrowed his eyes slightly: "If you can come up with this kind of elixir, it seems that you are also a master outside. Who are you?"

Many inheritances in the wasteland have long since disappeared. There are no elixirs that are useful to the strong Martial King. Not only are there no elixir recipes, but there are no elixirs useful to the strong Martial King.

"I have no interest in saying my name to dead people!"

Fenghua glanced at the little golden lion king and backed away while protecting Uncle Gongyang.

Since Wei Fan said that he would personally kill the Little Golden Lion King, she had no intention of taking action. She just wanted to see what method Wei Fan had to destroy both the two holy sects in the wasteland.

When the Little Golden Lion King heard this, his eyes shone brightly: "You mean this guy at the first level of the Martial King can kill me? I am the Little Golden Lion King. Don't you know me?"

"You will soon turn into a braised lion's head!" Fenghua's expression remained unchanged.

The little Golden Lion King's blond hair danced wildly, and he drove his chariot across the sky: "He is just the King of Martial in the Land of Dao Collapse. I will devour him first, and then I will capture you and torture you."

The chariot emitted a dazzling light, and the demons above seemed to come to life, almost wanting to split the sky.

In an instant, a wave of royal soldiers surged, and the situation in the world changed.

The chariot under his feet was a holy weapon of the King of Martial Arts level. Wei Fan had seen the horror of the outside world. It was just a chariot used for transportation, but it turned out to be a holy weapon of the king's level.

Of course, this also illustrates the horror of the identity of the Little Golden Lion King. Even in places like the outside world, it is not just King Wu who has such a chariot. Anyone who is not a person of a certain status would have been killed if he used such a thing. .

Rumble...

At the same time, the Little Golden Lion King stood on the chariot and punched Wei Fan from afar, intending to kill Wei Fan first and then capture Feng Hua with overwhelming force.

The golden fist quickly enlarged in the air, emitting a sharp roar, and terrifying fluctuations shook the mountains.

"Stronger than Murong Hua!"

Wei Fan was shocked. He was also a master of the third level of Martial King. The power of the Golden Little Lion King far exceeded that of Murong Hua.

It's not that this guy can't kill Uncle Gongyang. He should have been trying to kill Uncle Gongyang like a cat playing with a mouse. If he attacks with all his strength, Uncle Gongyang won't be able to hold him back.

"boom!"

The next moment, Wei Fan's body surged with terrifying energy.

Like a living martial saint, he held the dragon-patterned gilt bottle in his hand and blasted it at the little golden lion king without hesitation.

At other times, he would have been very interested in fighting the Little Golden Lion King and trying the methods of strong men outside. However, Gongyang Bo's injury had already angered him, and he just wanted to blow up the Little Golden Lion King and make a braised dish. Lion head.

So as soon as he took action, he immediately got the demon saint weapon dragon pattern gilt bottle that he had just harvested from Xuanhe Sect.

The fluctuations of the holy soldiers are earth-shattering, and even if they are just activated, they have unimaginable power.

Peng!

Before the golden fist could get close to Wei Fan, it exploded and dispersed into pure power.

The little golden lion king screamed: "How can it be possible that the dragon-patterned gilt bottle is in your hand?"

He still doesn't know about the destruction of Xuanhe Sect. In fact, except for the martial kings like Wei Fan, the outside world still doesn't know that Xuanhe Sect, the holy sect that has been overlooking the wasteland for thousands of years, has just been destroyed by Wei Fan. Except for leaving one Except for the dragon-patterned gilt bottle, everything related to it has been erased.

The little golden lion king's face turned green, and he frowned crazily in his heart.

This guy doesn't talk about martial arts. He is a holy soldier when he strikes. Who can beat him?

Not to mention that his cultivation is now suppressed to the third level of the Demon King. Even if he encounters a holy weapon in his peak state, he will still have to run as far as he can. Even a strong man of the ninth level of the Demon King will not have a holy weapon in his hands. A dead end.

Only some unparalleled monsters who shocked the past and the present can come into contact with the holy soldiers in the realm of the ninth level of the King of Martial Arts.

"escape!"

The little golden lion king was almost frightened to death. He originally thought that this was the weak martial king of the land of collapse, who could be crushed to death with a backhand. Who would have thought that this guy was stronger than him, the heir of the demon saint, and he could become a holy weapon with one strike.

You must know that his father is the Demon Saint, but he can't even bring out the holy weapons.

Driving the chariot, the little golden lion king retreated violently, and even used secret techniques to burn his energy and blood to escape.

"I said I would kill you myself, can you escape?"

Wei Fan shouted loudly, sounding like thunder.

He drove the dragon-patterned gilt bottle across the sky, like a thunderbolt, and the dragon-patterned gilt bottle in his hand slammed heavily on the little golden lion king.

Peng!

The light curtain outside the body of the Golden Lion King exploded instantly and dissipated like a mirror.

"You dare to kill me, my father is the Golden Lion King..."

He roared loudly, trying to scare Wei Fan with the Golden Lion King, but let alone Wei Fan who didn't know that his father was a demon saint, he wouldn't be afraid even if he knew.

If the demon saint dares to enter the land where Tao collapses, it is still unknown who will kill whom.

Before he finished speaking, the next moment blood splashed out, and a ball of blood mist bloomed like fireworks!

What kind of third-level demon king, outside genius, and legitimate son of the demon saint of the golden lion clan is nothing in front of the holy soldiers.

Wei Fan controlled the dragon-patterned gilt bottle with just one blow, and blew up the little golden lion king with one blow, leaving no trace of his body.

"This guy is really murderous and has a bad temper. He just killed the little golden lion king!"

Feng Hua felt his eyelids twitch wildly.

The last words of the Golden Lion King were not stupid, but the Golden Lion clan had the confidence to do so. In the outside world, let alone the Martial King, even the Martial Saint had to think twice before killing the Golden Lion King. Don't mess with that old lion.

But Wei Fan didn't listen. He directly brought out the holy soldiers and killed the little golden lion king without hesitation.

He didn't believe that Wei Fan couldn't guess the origin of the Little Golden Lion King and was able to cross the Daobeng Barrier and enter the wasteland so quickly. Even a fool knew that he must have a martial saint-level background, but Wei Fan didn't care about this at all.

Wei Fan's body was surging with blood and fever. Although it only took a moment to activate the holy soldiers, the consumption was more terrifying than triggering the Five Emperors Fist. Even his strong body felt sore.

After cutting off the power transmission, the dragon pattern gilt bottle returned to normal and was put away by him.

The king-level chariot was not damaged and was deliberately preserved by him.

Wei Fan rushed past, stepped on the chariot with his feet, and his strength immediately poured into it.

This thing's attack isn't strong, but its speed is terrifying. If he hadn't mobilized the holy soldiers to form a terrifying field, the Golden Lion King would have really been able to escape.

These big forces spend a lot of money to refine this kind of thing, not just for appearance and to show their identity, but also for practical purposes.

He just poured a little bit of power into it, and the chariot flew hundreds of meters away, as fast as lightning.