Chapter 635

Whoosh!

The shadow of the fist, which is thick and dark, is like a huge wave on the sea, roaring towards the ancient bell.

Pressure?? That's not enough.

With Xiang Yunchang's hand, Zhuang Wufeng didn't have time. He stepped up quickly, and the spiritual energy condensed in his palms exploded towards the ancient bell from different directions.

Whew! Whew!

Two powerful energies turn into sharp blades that can tear the air. Strike at the door of the ancient clock.

This is one of Zhuang Hanliang's most skillful martial arts. Although the level is not very high, it is also a rare skill of spiritual power! And then, with the cultivation of his yuan spirit realm, his power will be doubled.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Bang!

Bang!

The dense fist seal first arrived in front of the ancient clock. Under the explosion of energy, a sudden burst of air mist arose. Then the two sharp blades rolled up the dust covering the sky and the sun!

"Hiss!"

The soldiers watching in the distance gasped.

If such strength is put on the battlefield, what else can they do? To be frank, these ordinary soldiers, in front of the warriors, only need to be cannon fodder.

At this time, Wang Wei, the gold guard who had been hiding in the dark, appeared behind the ancient bell at the speed of the wind. He raised a light from his hand and went towards the back of the bell.

The tutors who watched the battle on the tower shook their heads together. The ancient leader was really besieged. There were three yuan Lingjing warriors around him, and the soldiers led by Tao Yuanyu sneered at the battle.

They want to rush out to rescue, but this is not rational behavior, what's more, with their strength, even if they go, it is difficult to rescue the ancient bell.

However, although they know that Guzhong can kill Zhuang Hanliang, Miao Hui, and even the yuan spirit state master just now, their overall strength must not be as simple as the apparent peak of miefa state.

But no matter how simple you are, you still have to follow the laws of nature and be limited by the level gap of martial artists. How can a person who destroys the Dharma Realm fight against three warriors in the yuan spirit realm??

What life?! But what makes them even more curious is that the disciples of Cangshan sect, who have always respected the ancient bell, are indifferent to such scenes.

Especially the woman standing in the front, who is the same as the three former Puritan leaders, seems very happy to see the scene of the ancient clock being besieged. Her small mouth is bent with a high radian. She wishes the ancient leader to die.

It's said that the leader of Sanqing sect had a quarrel with the ancient leader before. No, this is master Gu himself?? Otherwise, how much hatred ah, smile so blatantly.

Gradually.

The dust diffused and dissipated.

Several tutors did not dare to see the following scene. However, in the smoke, the figure of the ancient bell gradually appeared. His eyes stayed on the handsome face, and his star like eyes would blink.

The fingers are still moving, looking up and down, there is no wound, no bleeding, no injury.

Mom! The crowd exclaimed! Several tutors also looked at each other, and their eyes were surprised.

Even if the ancient leader has been strong enough to resist the wave of bombardment from below, he has to wear a few holes in his clothes and lose a few hairs. Now it seems that there is nothing wrong!

Whoa!

A gust of wind will blow away the thin mist, and you can clearly see that the ancient bell is spotless in white, rippling with a faint silver light. Holding a swing fan of landscape painting, it looks like a handsome young man.

"This..."

Zhuang Wufeng and Xiang Yunchang were also shocked. What's going on? Their attack has clearly fallen on the ancient bell, and Wang Wei has also been close to him??

After a close look, Wang Wei is still standing behind the ancient bell, holding a small dagger blessed with magic core and stabbing it at the back of the ancient bell. However, between the tip of the knife and the skin of the ancient bell, there is a faint light that separates the two sides.

Wang Wei's face was red and riveted. His aura poured into the dagger crazily. The frequency of the magic core on the dagger was increasing.

But in any case, it can't be saved any more.

It was as if there was an unstoppable barrier between the ancient bell and the dagger. The veins on Wang Wei's arm had already burst, and they had no effect.

"Bang!" A sound, the dagger bounced out, Wang Wei's whole person was also strong recoil force to take to fly up.

Heavy fall on the ground, the ancient clock leisurely touched the back, doubt: "how this season there are mosquitoes?"

Zhuang Wufeng and Xiang Yun often stood there and swallowed. The boy was a monster. He was definitely a monster. They could be sure that Wang Wei had used all his strength to stab the ancient bell.

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