Fighting the Martial Universe

Jiang Wenshan's aura has truly climbed to the extreme, extremely terrifying, at least able to reach the peak of the deep profound.

The cultivation base in the Profound Realm is definitely not easy to achieve leapfrog challenges. What's more, it is still in the purple cool sanctuary where geniuses are encountered.

Originally, Jiang Wenshan wanted to challenge the top ten of the Weekly Ranking, but in the end he gave up because he wanted to keep a little bit of strength and keep a low profile.

But now, he doesn't want to keep a low profile, he wants to obliterate Zhang Mofan with his absolute strength.

"Go all out?"

Zhang Mofan's whole body is directly possessed by the two-handed fighting spirit, and he did not choose to release it. The momentum of the release is too amazing. If it were not for the skill of fighting the soul, Zhang Mofan would never choose to release it.

"Twin fighting spirit? No wonder it is so arrogant!"

Jiang Wenshan couldn't control it anymore, and he roared loudly, ready to take action and directly defeat Zhang Mofan.

bump!

However, Zhang Mofan had no patience anymore. His body flashed, and his speed was extremely fast. He soon came to Jiang Wenshan and punched out.

With this punch, Zhang Mofan didn't use any martial arts, just urged the profound energy in his body, and suddenly smashed out, bombarding Jiang Wenshan's body, almost ignoring all the suppression of the opponent.

That Jiang Wenshan instantly felt the wind of his fist like a mountain, his face changed wildly, his body directly condensed a layer of armor, which was the armor of fighting spirits.

boom!

Zhang Mofan's punch was absolutely domineering and boundless. It bombarded the soul fighting armor, and instantly shattered it. The punches were scattered, and Zhang Mofan was attacked to the end like a bamboo.

Puff!

Jiang Wenshan flew out suddenly, vomiting blood, looking at Zhang Mofan with an incredible expression.

"how is this possible?"

The warriors of the Holy Land of the Southern Zhou Dynasty were all surprised when they saw this scene, and couldn't believe that Zhang Mofan was able to spit out blood from Jiang Wenshan with a punch.

"Zhang Mofan, you are fine!"

Jiang Wenshan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and in his eyes, the killing intent was boiling frantically, as if in the waves, layer upon layer.

Originally, he thought he could crush Zhang Mofan, but Zhang Mofan went all out to attack him, and he vomited blood directly, just like a dream.

"The punch I just used only used less than 50% of the strength. I didn't expect you to be beaten to vomit blood. It's not bad."

As soon as Zhang Mofan said this, Jiang Wenshan became angry again.

Just now, with a punch he couldn't bear, Zhang Mofan actually only used less than 50% of his power.

The top ten martial artists of the Southern Zhou Sacred Soil Weekly Ranking, each of them looked solemn, this Zhang Mofan was indeed amazing.

"you!"

Jiang Wenshan was hesitant to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

"Zhang Mofan, stop!"

Zhang Wei waved her hand and said triumphantly: "The five sacred soils are all brothers. Just now they were treated as exchanges."

Just now, the Holy Venerable of Xuanqing Sacred Palace criticized her, and now, Zhang Mofan can be regarded as giving him face back.

Everyone is very good face, and so is the Lord.

The saint of Xuanqing Sacred Palace, seeing this scene, naturally couldn't show his face, the warrior he brought, was easily defeated by a true mysterious peak in the late stage of the deep profound.

"Zhang Mofan, you should treat each other with admiration for three days. Your current strength is really not weak. Why don't we have a competition?"

Su Tian said.

In the current form, even if Jiang Wenshan had the means, he could not be Zhang Mofan's opponent.

Zhang Mofan's strength can only be defeated by a deep basalt.

"Hahahaha, what is so lively?"

At this moment, there was a wild laugh in the distance, and another holy light Qingyun ship flew over, it was the Qingyun ship of the Holy Land of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

On the bow, standing warriors wearing plush clothes, they are the geniuses of the holy soil of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

The holy soil of the Northern Zhou Dynasty is cold and snowy all the year round, so the warriors who live there wear thick clothes. Even if they come to the Ziliang Sanctuary, they will not change their clothes.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the laughter.

"Junior Brother Li Yan, don't be unharmed, it seems that the Holy Land of Southern Zhou has also given birth to many geniuses."

It was a shirtless big man who was speaking. He was the sixth-ranked in strength, the Holy Venerable of the Promise Sacred Palace.

This time, he was responsible for leading the warriors of the Holy Land of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

There are a total of 100 people in the Zhoutian List of the Holy Land of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and they are also all deep profound realm martial artists.

However, the top three on the Zhoutian ranking are all strong in the Golden Profound Realm.

"Brother Guo, I didn't think that the holy soil of the Northern Zhou Dynasty actually had three Jinxuan."

Li Yan replied, with envy in his eyes.

"Hahaha, it seems that the geniuses of the four holy soils have improved their overall strength."

Guo Zong laughed a lot, then cast his eyes on the ships in the Holy Land of the Western Zhou Dynasty. After sweeping, he found that the strongest was only in the late Profound Profound Period.

The strength of the sacred soil of the Western Zhou Dynasty, it seems not very good.

"Now, the warriors of our three holy soils are all here, and the warriors supporting the holy soil of the Middle Zhou Dynasty have not yet come, let's discuss it."

Guo Zong said.

"Talk about it? What do you mean?"

Zhang Wei was puzzled.

She didn't know Guo Zong, after all, the eight holy palaces were far apart and there were many holy priests.

"In each week's total ranking, the Mid-Zhou Holy Land rejects the four great sacred soils. Even if our disciples have the strength, they may not be able to make it to the total list. Therefore, I plan to unite the four great sacred soils to contend with the Mid-Zhou Holy Land. "

Guo Zong said.

He naturally hopes that the warriors he brings can make a few more people into the overall ranking, but the warriors of the holy soil in the middle of the week will definitely suppress them deliberately.

Only by uniting can there be opportunities.

"Since it is a union, why not wait for the warriors of the Holy Land of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty to come?"

Zhang Mofan couldn't help but interject.

"Forget the Eastern Zhou Sacred Soil, their martial artist is too weak. In the previous Zhou Tian general ranking, there were no Profound Realm martial artists in the Eastern Zhou Sacred Soil."

Guo Zong said: "The key is our three holy land ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ as long as we can truly unite, we will have a better chance to enter the overall list."

Zhang Mofan's eyes also showed a hint of coldness, and said, "We? Are you referring to the Northern Zhou Sacred Land? Your Northern Zhou Sacred Land has three warriors of the Golden Profound Realm. If they really unite, wouldn't they make wedding dresses for you? ?"

"What do you mean?"

At this moment, a blue-haired girl walked out with her hands on her hips. Even wearing fluffy clothes, she still couldn't hide her exquisite figure.

"I don't plan to unite."

Zhang Mofan has his own plan. Once he cooperates, he must be headed by the Northern Zhou Sacred Land.

"Are you qualified to represent the Holy Land of the Western Zhou Dynasty?"

The blue-haired girl asked again, the ice-blue profound formation condensed under her body, and in the five-element square formation, the gold characters lit up, and she was a strong man in the golden profound realm.

The powerful aura passed over, and all the warriors in the Holy Land of the Western Zhou Dynasty felt an invisible oppression.