Urban Madness

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An inch!

Seeing Duguxin's fist marks on the branches of the world, all the Yunhai Immortal Clan disciples in the valley boiled.

"Fuck!"

For a time, thunderous applause sounded, and countless people cheered and ecstatic, shaking away the flowing clouds in the sky.

Excited blushes appeared on their faces because of their excitement, as if they had achieved this record.

An inch of depth, although three feet from Yun Feiyang's proposal, is still a long way away, but it is also the best result so far.

More importantly, Duguxin only had the second transformation of Huashen and joined Yunhai [biqugew.co] immortal gate for only a few months.

Now that he can achieve such good results, it is not impossible for other true disciples who have turned into a **** to leave a mark three feet deep.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Duguxin panted heavily, feeling the unprecedented weakness, supporting his knees with both hands to prevent falling to the ground.

But there was pride in his eyes. He looked at the clouds flying not far away, and said, "Hey... do you see, this world tree is not as indestructible as in the legend! Not to mention my foundation of cultivation. It’s nothing, even if I add up to a hundred, it’s not as good as Ye Shao! If Ye Shao is here, he will surely kill you and make you kneel and beg for mercy!"

Hearing these words, Yun Feiyang squinted his eyes, his face turned gloomy, but he did not refute.

far away.

The eyes of the elders of the inner courtyard also focused on Duguxin's body, showing appreciation.

"Yes! This son has awakened a special bloodline, and can instantly increase his combat power by dozens of times. The potential is endless! When he passes the assessment and enters the inner courtyard, the old man is willing to accept him as a disciple!" A certain elder said in a deep voice.

As soon as these words were made, many disciples around him showed envy and envy.

Just now Duguxin came to prominence and became famous. Once he entered the door of the elder Du Jie, it was like a fish leaping over the dragon door, and his future achievements were limitless.

At the same time, those disciples who have not yet appeared on the stage are even more eager.

As long as they show extraordinary strength and leave a deep impression on the many elders present, they may become a true disciple.

This is a great temptation for them!

Next, more disciples walked to the front of the branches of the world, used their magical powers, and used all kinds of assassins.

It's a pity...The world's branches are stronger than they thought.

Just now, Dugu believed in the fourth degree of madness, and his physical strength was comparable to the power of the Ninth Rank of Transformation. He left an inch-deep fist mark. As for other people without this ability, naturally they could not leave any traces.

...

Countless disciples of Yunhai Immortal Sect continued to challenge each other, and soon most of the day passed.

The best result was set by Elder Lian Yunzi's apprentice, Wu Ying, but it was only one foot and two inches, which was far from three feet away.

With the passage of time, most of the true disciples have already appeared on the stage, and there are not many powerful ones left.

The atmosphere in the venue also became tense.

Before, most people did not take this competition seriously.

The World Tree is certainly an ancient treasure, but after all, it is just a branch. With millions of disciples present, can't you find someone who can leave a trace of three feet?

However, it now appears that they are really likely to capsize in the gutter.

If it really fell into that field, then even if the reputation of Yunhai Immortal Gate for thousands of years was completely destroyed, it would be knocked down to the altar and its status would plummet.

In any case, they must defend the dignity of the sect and not allow that kind of thing to happen.

"Step! Step! Step!"

Suddenly, a tall and tall figure slowly walked towards the branches of the world, and immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

Although his footsteps are unpleasant, there is a sharp edge between his gestures, like a sheathed sword, the sharp edge is revealed, making people feel the extremely powerful will and awe.

"It's Brother Jian Wuya!" someone exclaimed.

"Brother, you were severely injured on the stage of life and death before, wouldn't it make your injuries worse and worse if you play again now!"

"It's okay!"

Jian Wuya shook his head, his voice calm.

Before, he was stubbornly endured by the flying cloud of sword blade storms, all over his body with bruises and blood flying, but at the critical moment, True Immortal Qingming injected him with a vigor, which contained surging vitality, even for the dying. Can instantly come back to life, live alive.

Coupled with the recuperation for most of the day, Jian Wuya subdued a few Heavenly Order Spirit Pills, still recovering seven or eighty-eight.

Seeing that Jian Wuya was about to take part in the challenge, the audience fell silent, everyone held their breath, not even the atmosphere.

Today, among the younger generation of Yunhai Xianmen, the most powerful Ye Fan and Daozi Han Xiao are not in the sect.

In terms of attack methods, Jian Wuya is the strongest person, so everyone put their hopes on him, hoping that he can turn the tide and hit Yunfeiyang's face severely.

"Nephew, come here!"

Elder Starcatcher suddenly shouted at him.

Jian Wuya heard the words and immediately walked to the star picker, respectfully saluting: "Uncle, what's your order?"

"This Baquan sword, let you use it!"

The star picker said, took the saber around his waist and threw it away.

Jian Wuya took the sword, his hands trembled slightly, his eyes hot, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

This Baquan sword is about four feet long. The blade is thick and sharp. The guard keeps the ichthyosaur biting the sword. The blade is decorated with fish patterns. The bronze color is metallic, revealing the ancient and modern style. Power.

Even if it hasn't been out of the sheath, the fierce will revealed in it is above all the heavenly high-grade spiritual weapons.

This is a holy artifact!

In the Sea of ​​Burial Swords, Ye Fan broke into the deepest forbidden ground, hit the organ by accident and found the seven sacred artifacts left by Yunhai Xianzun.

Ye Fan took the Wuxiang Sword, and then the elder star picker came in again and got this Baquan Sword.

At this moment, even if Jian Wuya could not comprehend the magical powers in the Baquan sword, relying on the benefits of the weapon, it would be very helpful to the next challenge.

Moreover, Yun Feiyang did not stipulate that he could not use magic weapons, and such a move was not considered a foul.

"Thank you, Uncle, I will definitely not disappoint your expectations!" Jian Wuya said with a fist.

"Go!"

Zhai Xingzi patted him on the shoulder, eyes full of expectation.

At this moment, Jian Wuya only felt that his shoulders were heavy, as if carrying the dignity of the entire sect.

Can only win, not defeat!

...

Under the attention of everyone, Jian Wuya held the Baquan sword, step by step towards the branches of the world.

The disciples of the millions of Yunhaixianmen on the field all stood up subconsciously, squeezed their fists, held their breath, and were extremely nervous.

Can Jian Wuya, the number one attacker among the true disciples, perform miracles by relying on the power of the sacred tool?

Even Yun Feiyang seemed to be a little nervous, his expression became solemn.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Jian Wuya's body burst out with surging internal energy, and his clothes went without wind, and layer after layer of energy fluctuations spread in all directions, and there were bursts of sonic booms in the air, with great momentum.

With Jian Wuya's body as the center of the circle, it seemed that a violent storm had formed, and he stood in the eye of the wind, rooting under his feet, motionless.

"Heaven-rank combat skills-Jiu Die Lang!"

For the first time, someone recognized Jian Wuya's moves.

On the stage of life and death before, Jian Wuya used his own "Burial Sword" to confront Yun Feiyang, but in this situation, it is not suitable to use the "Burial Sword" because it would disperse the power too much.

Nine Die Waves is a special combat technique that can be cultivated to the Dacheng realm, which allows the monk's internal strength to be superimposed nine times, and its power is doubled.

Of course, this trick is not without its drawbacks, it takes a very long time to operate.

Master duel, often in an instant, maybe you were killed by the enemy before you played Jiu Di Lang.

But now, no one bothered Jian Wuya at all, he could accumulate energy endlessly.

A few minutes later.

Jian Wuya's aura rose to the apex, several times stronger than before, unstoppable.

"I cut!"

Jian Wuya slammed out the sword, carrying the ultimate strength, stabs the branches of the world.

There is no overwhelming power, because he hides all his power in this sword, without the slightest waste.

"Huh!"

The dazzling sword light was like a shock, leaving a deep mark in everyone's sights, and finally pierced into the branches of the World Tree.

"Chang!"

The piercing sound resounded through the world, like a roar of a dragon, and weeping ghosts and spirits.

Looking intently, I saw that the blade of the Baquan Sword was mostly inserted in the branches of the world, and only a small piece was exposed.

This depth is beyond everyone before.

"Did you succeed?"

"Has it reached three feet?"

"It's definitely here! Senior Brother Jian Wuya is out, absolutely no problem!"

Everyone in the venue whispered and looked forward to it.

Soon, Jian Wuya pulled the Baquan Sword from the branches of the world.

A disciple immediately took out a ruler and walked over to measure.

After a while, that disciple's face suddenly became ugly, like a concubine.

Seeing his expression, Jian Wuya felt a little in his heart, with a strong ominous premonition, he quickly asked, "How deep?"

"Two...two feet and nine inches!"

The disciple said tremblingly, although his voice was silent, it was particularly harsh in the silence.

The difference!