Chapter 320: : Third punch!

Wow!

Above the void, blood splashed and fell to the ground, Ye Wuque's figure dragged a long blood mark on the ground, with a terrible punch that could not be removed, he banged heavily on the tower wall!

Bang!

The tower wall, which was extremely hard and undamaged for thousands of years, collapsed under the impact of Ye Wuqian's body, and was directly knocked out of a cavity!

Bang!

Falling down from the cave, Ye Wuque trembled all over, his hair was messy, the blood in his mouth gushing crazily, his internal organs were overwhelmed, and every part of his body was painful!

There seemed to be countless bones broken, muscles and veins cracked, and flesh and blood flew. The **** right fist was completely broken at this time, and the pale bone stubble was exposed, which looked miserable.

In the distance, the three-kill old man who blasted Ye Wuque with a punch was expressionless, staring at Ye Wuque, even with a trace of ruthlessness.

"The fist of the king of death, the second punch of the three punches of killing lives, this fist emphasizes that the performer is open-minded, arrogant, fearless and fearless, no matter who you are, even the noble and unparalleled prince under one person, You can't kill it!"

"Miewang fists out, fearless and fearless, everything can be destroyed."

"Your cultivation base is only the peak of the Essence Realm late stage, and you have not yet broken through the Strength Realm. I am the disciple who has broken into the seventh level with the lowest cultivation base in history, but this also proves your excellence and extraordinary!"

"The combat power far surpasses the cultivation base, and he has successively received the old man’s fist of killing generals and the fist of extinguishing the king. These performances made the old man have to be amazed. After more than four hundred years, he waited for the second trial disciple. Sure enough, I didn't disappoint the old man."

"Tell the old man your name, and I will also record it on the gold list, so that you will become the object of the disciple's look up to. You... have this qualification."

The three-kill old man seemed to be still immersed in his fist, with a cold expression, but the words he said represented his approval. The pair of eyes looked at the miserable Ye Wuque, and the appreciation inside was very strong, without disguising.

"However, judging from your current cultivation base, the King Destroying Fist is your limit. The final punch of the old man's three punches is to wait until your cultivation base goes further."

Immediately afterwards, the three-kill old man spoke again, but made a judgment on Ye Wuwei.

In fact, the fluctuations in the heart of the three-kill old man at the moment are not as indifferent as on the surface, but full of surprises!

This is amazing, even more than any disciple who has reached the seventh floor in the past, and is not even inferior to the five names already recorded on the gold list.

Because the young man in front of him, whether it is talent or savvy, is a peerless talent!

His cultivation is obviously only the peak of the final stage of the Soul Realm, but the combat power he can display is far too much!

Even when he hit the fist of the king of destruction just now, this young man's counterattack of the fist of the killer, the depth of his comprehension, made the three-kill old man extremely moved!

The three-kill elder believes that this young man must be the most dazzling genius in this era of the holy way of the heavens!

But precisely because of this, there is also a pity in the heart of the three-kill old man.

"If this child's cultivation level can reach the level of strength and courage, it is estimated that even if it is the last punch, he can barely give it a try, but unfortunately..."

Shaking his head, the three-kill old man put away his right hand and carried behind his back.

He exists in the seventh floor in a very special way. He will only show up unless someone breaks to the seventh floor. Otherwise, he will always be attached to the tower spirit of the tower of trial and is not obvious.

"Senior... wait a minute..."

Suddenly, from the young man lying on the ground, the three-kill old man heard these words, and then under his surprised eyes, the young man who had clearly lost any strength actually stood up again slowly.

"call……"

Ye Wuque, who tried his best to stand up, panted violently. At this time, he was extremely embarrassed, his body was stained with blood, and his face was extremely pale, but strangely, the pair of eyes were still bright, even sparkling with surprise and excitement!

It seemed that he had already understood the fist of the King of Extinguisher that the old man had just shot three kills.

Hum!

With a thought in his heart, Ye Wuque forcibly endured the severe pain all over his body, and bursts of strong and vigorous golden red blood came out, lingering around his body!

The moment Jin Hong's blood gas appeared, Ye Wuque's terrifying injuries seemed to have recovered, and he was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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After being tempered by the three physical ovens on the fifth floor, especially the blood of Asura in the final gold furnace, the golden red blood qi in Ye Wuque's body increased explosively!

The golden red blood qi has never been tempered before. At this time, a huge force echoes, vigorous, vigorous, and strong!

It is quickly moisturizing Ye Wuque's whole body, sending him precious and incomparable strength!

"Huh? What a strong physical force, it still has a faint golden color! It seems to be naturally strong, and the physical force is also naturally strong, boy, it seems that you are not an ordinary person..."

The three-kill old man was a character who had lived for hundreds of years before he died. At this moment, he has lived in the tower of trial for thousands of years, and his experience is naturally extraordinary.

From the young man in front of him, the three-kill old man felt a kind of mystery. It seemed that the young man was covered with a layer of mist, which he could not see through.

"Huh...senior, I'm okay...please enlighten me...three kills and one last punch!"

Ye Wuque's eyes were bright, and he bowed deeply to the three-kill old man!

Although his voice was a bit weak, it was extremely firm, as if a mountain peak unmoved, unshakable.

The three-kill old man didn't speak, but looked deeply into the eyes of the boy opposite.

In the end, the three-kill old man smiled.

"Well, since you are not an ordinary person, then the standard of an ordinary monk can't be applied to you naturally. If you insist on this, the old man becomes all you."

As soon as the voice fell, the smile on the corner of the three-kill old man's mouth disappeared, and the whole person's momentum changed in an instant!

It's not how horrible, how suffocating, but it has become deep, dim and dim, as if losing any sense of existence, concealing all of their breath, and making people forget his existence inexplicably .

This change in aura immediately made Ye Wuque feel like a big enemy, his pupils shrank sharply!

terrible! terror! Danger!

Will definitely die!

These are the four words that came out of Ye Wuque's mind at the moment!

But he immediately slapped his cheeks with both hands, forcibly driving away the fear and anxiety in his heart, and his whole person seemed to have become fearless and fearless just like the fist of the king's fist!

Hum!

Jin Hong's blood exploded, and Ye Wuque smashed all the remaining power in his body, and he was serious about it, ready to take the last punch in the three punches of the three kills old man killing!

At the same time, the voice of the three-kill old man sounded again. This time, it was low and slow, as if the ancient blue tiger was buzzing and roaring.

"The old man created three killing punches, the first punch to kill the general, the fist is domineering, tragic, and tenacious; the second punch to kill the king, pay attention to fearless, fearless, and everything can be destroyed!"

"And this third punch, the initial intent of the fist, is deep and heavy, dim and dim, and does not reveal it, as if everything is lost, but once the intent of the fist breaks out, it is boundless and mighty! This punch represents the shock of the sky, a thunderbolt in the blue! As soon as the punch is out, there is no return, no way out, and everything is cut off. Either you die or I die!"

"This fist is called... Emperor Tu!"

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