Chapter 920 (1/2)

With a posture that is not very skilled but confident, Xiuqi suddenly comes to his side. Xiuqi is stunned. How can he think of an eight heavy warrior in the destruction of Dharma Realm dare to take the initiative to attack him.

And look at his expression, it seems that he is the Wuzhong of Yuanling state, and he is the warrior of eight levels of destroying Dharma Realm.

What's going on? What's more, in his heart, there was a terrible idea that he would be defeated by the people in front of him.

”Bang!”

Forced to suppress the thought that should not appear in his heart, decadent Qi squinted his eyes, tried not to look at Wang XingKong's right hand, forced luck to block.

After all, the foundation of yuan Lingjing's five levels is still here. A strong spirit column mixed with decaying blood essence rushed out of him.

And Wang XingKong that fresh arm collided with.

Two forces crazy fusion, collision, devouring each other.

The audience on both sides of the test stand watched the scene nervously, for fear of missing any detail, and the power and prestige of one side would be swallowed up by the other side.

Wang XingKong's arm was half infected by the strong pale yellow with scarlet aura. Xicheng raised his head confidently. He knew how strong the aura was after being touched by the blood of God. Even if he did not use any martial arts skills, the power was dozens of times the strength of the aura released by ordinary Warriors.

Even if the disciple of Guzhong had a monster arm, under the influence of such a concentration of aura, it would only turn into ashes.

It's just that he didn't realize that it's like a tornado.

Wang XingKong arm a shake, was swallowed that half of the arm, directly and easily free. It was as if he was not forced to be swallowed up just now, but reached in by himself, and the aura of decadent Qi was not offensive to him, just like warm water warming hands in winter. It's quite comfortable.

What's more, the strength of Xiuqi's release increased dozens of times, which was directly absorbed by the dragon head. It can be seen from the naked eye that Wang XingKong's arm and fist position show a satisfied expression.

Besides satisfaction, what seems to be more provocation?

At this moment, everyone seemed to see a ghost in broad daylight. Especially Xicheng, in his imagination, with the strength of decadent Qi, even if he was a strong man in the immortal state of Da Chu, he also had the ability to fight a war.

No, it's not the first World War, but the ability to kill in seconds. The true God's blood is so strong, otherwise their Hongsheng Empire would not have such a prosperous history for so many years.

But the result is just the opposite. Is it Xiuqi who is crushed or a warrior who only destroys Dharma Realm.

Of course, he could see that it must be this strange monster arm that suppressed the decadent Qi.

But decadent Qi is a royal family. He has the blood of a real God. Besides the things of the protoss, what else can suppress him?

Protoss Suddenly, Xicheng felt his soul suddenly, there was an uncontrollable agitation, in this moment, he clearly felt a kind of pressure from the blood!

His mother and father had pure and true blood. As one of the legitimate sons of King Ning, Xicheng had absolute confidence in the purity of his blood.

But just now, he felt the pressure of his blood and looked at the test bench with great fear.

Wang XingKong has raised his arm, to the decadent seven shivering body, heavy hit.

A large depression appeared in the part where the arm collided with his body, ”poo --”

a mouthful of rich blood spurted out of his mouth and landed on the test bench, and he himself was like a kite with a broken line.

The whole person collapsed and fell down, ”Pooh...”