Six Realms Conferred God

The devouring vitality of "Tianhuang Jue" had a certain impact on Wujunhe. Wujunhe felt that his vitality was being lost, and the power on the cane seemed to be disappearing.

""Heavenly Desolation Jue" is really powerful. If it is of the same level, it would be a big trouble for me." Wu Junhe secretly said in his heart, and then the aura burst out all over his body, blocking the power of Tianhuangdi.

"The dead wood comes in spring!" Wu Junhe shouted, the vitality that had disappeared at this time was actually recovering, as if the dead wood was about to grow buds.

This is a contest between two diametrically opposed forces. Wu Junhe's realm is higher, and his aura is much stronger than Zhong Lihuo. Using the aura's vigor and strength, he gradually gains the advantage. A vigorous vitality begins to counterattack, turning the barren aura. Suppressed.

After seeing this kind of battle, everyone's eyes widened, and they didn't dare to blink casually, for fear of missing the most exciting part.

"Deadness meets vitality, it's really interesting." Feng Jingyu's mouth raised slightly.

After he saw the strength of the princes of the Eight Great Dynasties, only Zhong Lihuo, Zhao Wuji, Wu Tianlang and Wu Junhe could be valued by him. The remaining four were not worth mentioning.

Zhong Lihuo's face changed slightly, he didn't have an advantage in realm, no matter how high he was, he couldn't turn defeat into victory.

The vitality spread, the lifelessness retreated, and the completely old Wujun River was dissolved.

Wujunhe once again performed the Thousand Feudal Technique, and in the abundance of vitality, the Thousand Feu Technique was greatly increased.

Numerous rattans were woven into a net in an instant, covering Zhong Lihuo, and Zhong Lihuo shouted, "Tianhuang palm!"

Zhong Lihuo made the final counterattack, bombarding the vine net with both palms, and the vine net shook, but it was not broken. It was still suppressed and put Zhong Lihuo in the vine net.

"I lost." Zhong Lihuo sighed.

Wu Junhe waved his hand and the rattan net disappeared.

Zhong Lihuo stepped off the ring, Wu Junhe looked at the remaining six people under the ring and said, "Which one of you will come first?"

"I'm coming." Wen Shiyu stepped onto the ring.

Wu Junhe looked at Wen Shiyu and said, "You should abstain from voting. You are not my opponent. I don't like fighting women."

"Stop talking nonsense." Wen Shiyu snorted and rushed directly.

Wu Junhe shook his head helplessly, and then drew a cane over, binding the poetry.

Wen Shiyu was shocked and wanted to struggle away, but there was no way.

Wu Junhe flicked the cane, threw Wen Shiyu out of the ring, and said, "You have lost."

"You..." Wen Shiyu wanted to say something, but was too angry to say it.

"Who is next?" Wu Junhe looked at the remaining five.

"Let me come." Another Lingtai Realm eighth floor walked onto the ring, but after stepping onto the ring, he said, "I won't take the insult to myself, I will abstain."

"Wu Junhe enters the sixth round." Black Hawk said: "Which of you three will guard the challenge?"

"I will abstain." Dongfang Yu said, he knew his strength very well, whether it was Zhao Wuji or Feng Jingyu, he could not defeat it.

In the end, only Feng Jingyu and Zhao Wuji were left to fight. The two stood on the ring, and Zhao Wuji said, "You have also practiced "Bati Jue"?"

"Yes." Feng Jingyu said.

"Where did your "Bati Jue" come from?" Zhao Wuji asked.

"Do I need to tell you?" Feng Jingyu said.

"That's right, since you and I both repaired the "Ba Ti Jue", the realm is the same, so it's better to compare someone with greater attainments in the "Ba Ti Jue"." Zhao Wuji said with a gleam in his eyes.

Feng Jingyu is also the first time he has fought with someone who has also practiced "Basie Jue", and his eyes flashed with excitement, "Let's come."

"Okay, happy!" Zhao Wuji burst into laughter, and then rushed out of his spiritual energy and ran the "Heavy Body Jue", and a domineering breath rushed out.

Feng Jingyu was the same, the domineering aura surged, and the whole body was shining, the diamond body was already on display, and then he bombarded Zhao Wuji with his fist.

Zhao Wuji's body shape was very tall and strong because of the practice of "Bati Jue". At this moment, Zhao Wuji's clothes were torn by the muscles all over his body, revealing the huge and powerful muscles.

Zhao Wuji also rushed towards Feng Jingyu with his fists, and the two of them planned to fight for whoever was stronger.

boom!

The fists of the two collided, although Feng Jingyu's fists were not as big as Zhao Wuji's, and the muscles were not so strong, but the strength was very terrifying.

Feng Jingyu was trained under the personal guidance of the predecessor of the Holy Land Holy Land Master. After so many medicinal baths, he also tempered his body with the blood of the Spirit Emperor, and his body was already very powerful. It's horrible.

After this punch collision, Zhao Wuji and Feng Jingyu both retreated backwards. Zhao Wuji was shocked. Feng Jingyu looked so thin, but the strength was so strong, it was really incredible.

After Feng Jingyu felt Zhao Wuji's punch, he already had a certain judgment about Zhao Wuji's power. He turned the "Bati Jue" to the extreme, rushing out with a domineering breath, and enveloped Zhao Wuji.

"Good domineering." Zhao Wuji was shocked, such a powerful domineering Zhao Wuji thought he could not do it yet.

After Feng Jingyu rushed out of the domineering force, his body moved, and he waved his fists and shouted, "Domineering fist!"

"Domineering fist!" Zhao Wuji also roared, using the same spiritual technique.

The two clashed domineeringly, their fists collided, and a pure force swept away, rolling up a layer of ripples.

Feng Jingyu's punch was to condense the strength of his whole body, coupled with the physical strength, forcibly made Zhao Wuji back a dozen steps, and he remained motionless.

"Zhao Wuji was actually repelled by Feng Jingyu, is Feng Jingyu so powerful?"

"Zhao Wuji's powerful body is not Feng Jingyu's opponent? Is Feng Jingyu really so scary?"

Everyone present was shocked, they couldn't believe their eyes.

Judging from his appearance and fame, Zhao Wuji can definitely overwhelm Feng Jingyu, but the facts are just the opposite.

Zhao Wuji also looked at Feng Jingyu very unexpectedly, and said, "It's really unexpected that your thin body has such a powerful force."

"A strong body does not necessarily require such big muscles. Some power is melted into flesh and blood, not on the surface." Feng Jingyu said.

Zhao Wuji said: "I have gained a lot from being able to fight with you. I lost this battle."

Feng Jingyu did not expect that Zhao Wuji would give up so quickly, and said, "The battle is not over yet, why do you give up?"

"The battle is over." Zhao Wuji smiled and said: "Before the battle, I told myself that if I could not crush you, then I lost. I was repelled by you just now, but you didn't move. This has been proved. You are better than me."

Feng Jingyu gave a wry smile and said, "Since it is a battle, anything can happen before the battle is over."

"This is my requirement of myself." Zhao Wuji said: "Moreover, you only used the "Bati Jue", and you haven't used the "Tian Lei Jue". If the two ancient methods are used at the same time, I will definitely lose. undoubtedly."

Feng Jingyu smiled upon hearing the words and couldn't comment.

If the two ancient methods are used at the same time, and all methods are used together, Feng Jingyu has absolute confidence in defeating Zhao Wuji.

"Accepted." Feng Jingyu was no longer humbly, and said with a fist.

"I hope I will still have a chance to learn from each other in the future. By that time, I will not lose to you again." Zhao Wuji said.

"I'm waiting." Feng Jingyu said.

"Feng Jingyu advanced to the sixth round." Black Hawk was also a little surprised, Feng Jingyu won so easily.

"It's really embarrassing for Zhao Wuji to admit defeat." The disciple of the Saint Child level of Shenxu Holy Land said coldly.

"After the competition is over, I have to ask Feng Jingyu, where did his "Bati Jue" come from." Another disciple of the Saint Child level said.

"My future brother-in-law is not bad. He has already reached the sixth round. If he wins one game, he will be second this time." Long Yichen said.

"Among these four, with the exception of Qiu Junqi, Wu Tianlang and Wu Junhe are both at the first level of the spiritualist realm. They are not easy to deal with, especially Wu Tianlang. They definitely want to shock the universe." Long Zichen said.

"This is a hard battle. If you meet Wu Tianlang, just abstain from voting?" Long Yichen said.

"You don't know him, he will never give up easily." Long Zichen said.

"Isn't that just to die? It's really stupid." Long Qinchen said.

Long Zichen gave Long Qinchen a cold eye and said, "Now let's see the result of the final draw."

"Next, the sixth round of draws will be held. The sixth round of competition will be held tomorrow morning, and the top three will finally be determined." Black Hawk said.

Then, four identical bamboo sticks appeared in Black Hawk's hand. One end of the bamboo stick was held in his hand. There were two different colors, and the other end was exactly the same. The same color was drawn to compete.

Feng Jingyu, Wu Tianlang, Qiu Junqi, and Wu Junhe each drew a bamboo stick. In the end, Feng Jingyu met Qiu Junqi, and Wu Tianlang fought together with Wu Junhe.

Qiu Junqi could only smile bitterly, no matter who he was with, there was no chance of winning.

Wu Tianlang and Wu Junhe looked at each other. They both wanted to fight each other for a long time. This time they finally got their wish.

"Tomorrow we will know which is strong and weak." Wu Junhedao.

Wu Tianlang laughed loudly: "Naturally, you are weak and I am strong. This time, Wu Tianlang has taken the first place in the martial arts competition. Feng Jingyu, wash your neck and wait, and I will definitely take your head. "

"Really? Then I'll wait, and tomorrow I will beat you into a sick wolf." Feng Jingyu responded.