Chapter 690： At this moment, he realized (1/2)
”Who said I need luck to kill you?”
Su Han asked with a smile.
The smile on Wu Zhi's face was slightly stiff, and he said faintly:
”Doesn't it depend on luck? I want to see how much tactical awareness can be at your age.”
After speaking, he walked towards Su Han slowly, and every step he took, his aura rose!
Everyone even saw a shadow appearing behind Wu Zhi.
That is martial arts fire!
The state is urged to the extreme, and the phantom vision of the martial arts fire will appear unconsciously!
Stop Gemeng.
Wu Shaokang looked at Wu Zhi's breath at the moment, and his expression was a little excited. One day, he could become a strong like Wu Zhi!
Become a land **** admired by thousands of people, walking in the air, flying freely in the sky!
”Are you scared?
rest assured.
Your grandfather's strength is among the highest in the Yuandan realm of the four major alliances. ”
Yun Zhige suddenly turned around and looked at Wu Shaokang, smiling slightly.
”Yes, brother Wu's tactical awareness is rarely out of the ordinary. In the alliance agreement decades ago, he was the number one martial artist in the Yuan Dan realm.”
Fang Shen smiled and nodded.
The other Yuan Dan realm pinnacle turned his lips, although he felt unhappy, he had to admit it.
In Zhigemeng, Wu Zhi first suppressed him, and now there is another Fang Shen, life is getting worse and worse.
”Leader, I am not afraid.
I believe that Grandpa can easily suppress the opponent's Yuan Dan. ”
Wu Shaokang clasped his fists and saluted: ”I'm just very excited. I think that one day, like my grandfather, I will be able to fight the Yuandan realm with the Ge League!
”Yes, you have this talent.”
Yun Zhi Ge nodded with a smile.
Wu Shaokang became more excited when he heard this.
The Qing Yu League and the White Dragon League were also watching the battle coldly.
”Guess how Wu Zhi will suppress the other party?”
”The aura of the Motian League is not weak. At the same level, Wu Zhi has experienced more battlefield fights.
I guess within 30 strokes, Wu Zhizhi solves the battle. ”
”Thirty moves are too few, at least fifty moves.
The other party was young and vigorous, and full of energy and blood. How could Wu Zhi say he was getting older. ”
”A gamble?”
”Then bet!”
On the high platform.
Qiao Yuan took a deep breath and made a decision in his heart. If Su Han is not low, he will stop this fight for the first time.
It doesn't matter if the Motian League is disbanded or not. For the Seven Immortals faction, this kind of power is not the only one.
But Su Han must not have an accident!
If he guessed correctly, behind Su Han there is a master craftsman with terrifying methods.
The opponent's cultivation base is likely to be King Wu!
For the Seven Immortals faction, it is the most correct choice to make friends with people like Su Han. The entire Motian League is not as important as Su Han alone!
”Elder Qiao, the poor monk thinks you are nervous?”
Miao Hong said suddenly.
The woman from Ling Luogu and the old woman from the Chang Palace looked at Qiao Yuan.
”Elder Qiao has friendship with this Yuan Dan?”
The old woman of Chang Wangfu sneered.
Qiao Yuan glanced at her, smiled, and did not answer the other party's words.
”If you know the truth, there is a magical craftsman who can forge a seventh-order magical weapon hidden behind him, I am afraid it is not a mockery, but a shy face to make friends?
It's a pity that you don't understand it! ”
Qiao Yuan sneered in his heart.
The other party thinks that the covenant competition is very important, but no one knows that Su Han's safety is the most important thing to him!
On the martial arts field.
Wu Zhi has come to Su Han three feet away.
”This distance is almost the same.”
Wu Zhi smiled slightly in his heart.
He wants to use a must kill, one move will make the opponent lose their combat power, and even lose their life!
In this way, Motianmeng has no time to admit defeat, and the next Wendou will be completely useless. Zhigemeng will also win the final victory and become the first of the three leagues!
This distance is almost there.
Su Han smiled in his heart, and before Wu Zhi could use his methods, he punched it out.
Da Lei Yin Fist!