Chapter 190 A Jedi Strike

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Wang Wujian stopped and stood quietly in the ruins. His feet had fallen into the dust as loose as snow, while Qian Qian was five feet away.

The martial soul is growing at an unimaginable speed. The body is like it is about to explode. All organs are expanding rapidly. The speed of blood flow almost paralyzes the heart. I can't feel the heartbeat or the pain of the wound. I just want to vent the more and more full soul power in the body. The machete presents unprecedented purple. Golden light, the light is gradually strengthening in a form visible to the naked eye. While the color deepens, the machete has gradually widened, and even become the most powerful knife in the world.

"Come on! Look, who will die here today? Wang Wujian knew that talking to him would have no effect. He completely tore off the bandage on his right hand, held the machete in both hands, exuded violent power like Qian Qian, and roared loudly and ran over.

"Wu Jian, don't..." Sikong Zixian exclaimed, and there was more than one voice like this...

Everyone looked at Wang Wujian's crazy back in consteration. A purple light enveloped his slightly young body, which seemed a little incongruous, but that momentum was definitely emanating from the top master of the spiritual yellow realm. No one could think about how he became the top of the spiritual yellow realm in such a short time. Master, but Qian Qian, whose strength can be said to be the number one in the world, also roared and rushed over. The two fought with each other. The result was self-evident. Many people even wanted to close their eyes and couldn't bear to watch the tragic scene.

Wang Wujian stared at Qian Qian and kept urging his soul power. With each step of running, he could feel that the martial soul in his body was twice as strong, and the soul power on the machete also increased by one point. A proud smile appeared on his face. The hidden or apparent soul power on the machete made him extremely happy. It was the soul power color that can only be stimulated by a strong man in the realm of heaven. Cai, and he, a martial artist who is less than the realm of soul, can feel the pleasure, and the joy in his heart overcomes the fear of death.

When the two were five steps apart, they struggled to jump together. At the moment of the addition of swords and swords, a brilliant light abruptly blew them away. A light comparable to the light of the sun and the moon appeared in the air. The ground directly below collapsed again for a foot, and the aftershocks brought a strong wind to get everything involved in a bloody battle.

Qian Qian stepped back a few steps to stabilize his body. Wang Wujian was bounced by huge energy and stopped after rolling on the ground for a few weeks. A mouthful of blood sprayed on the dark land and instantly integrated into it without any trace.

"Hahaha... you... go to hell..." Qian Qian's old face was twisted like a dead corpse at this moment. The voice went straight to the sky, shaking slightly. A strange soul flow appeared around his body again. This rotation speed far exceeded the previous two times. When the soul flow surged, his body also slowly floated. The dust on the ground was also brought up by the soul flow, and a terrible black whirlwind hovered on the soles of Qian Qian's feet, making him look like a demon god and seemingly invincible.

Wang Wujian fell to the ground, and his body was like dozens of balls beating. He was in a coma several times. When he saw Qian Qian's figure rushing over like lightning, a painful smile appeared on his face, which looked mysterious. But the crowd in the distance is all high.

The soul flow around Qian Qian's body is becoming more and more dense. His body seems to be a useful aura. One by one is transformed into soul power and pouring out, but in just a few seconds, there is a rapid soul flow like a dragon spinning around him.

A cruel starlight flashed in Qian Qian Qian's blood-red eyes. With his shout, the soul flow like a dragon rotated out, breaking through the air with a shocking sound of dragon chanting. On the sunny day, a looming purple golden light echoed with it in an instant. It was beautiful but extremely thrilling.

Just when Qian Qian laughed wildly at his crazy blow, just when everyone thought that Wang Wujian had disappeared from the world, an invisible cyclone suddenly appeared on the ground. The cyclone was like an arrow cluster, breaking through the ground and shot out. Although Qian Qian could not see it, he could feel the incomparable power it contained.

"Yes, yes... Jedi... one... hit!!" A teacher exclaimed, "How can he do it?"

The soul dragon with its teeth and claws in mid-air was swallowed up by the cyclone and disappeared in everyone's eyes in an instant. When everyone's eyes widened and tried to see what was going on, Qian Qian was like fallen leaves falling to the ground, staggering back.

The cyclone did not directly meet the powerful soul flow in the air, but directly shot into Qian Qian Qian's body, thus blocking his control of the dragon. Therefore, Wang Wujian had a chance to leave a breath. Otherwise, once he met the domineering soul flow with all his strength, he would have half of his life if he did not die. How to kill Qian Qian.

Seeing the giant dragon in the air collapsing, Qian Qian staggered back. Wang Wujian suddenly felt that his eyelids were particularly heavy and he couldn't lift them up if he wanted to. The machete in his hand was like a thousand catties, sliding down.

The scene he saw before he lost consciousness was that the bloody centipede suddenly rushed out of the ground, and the only sharp tentacles inserted into Qian Qian's body and raised him dozens of meters high...

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When Wang Wujian woke up again, he found himself lying in a warm tent, with a person sitting on the mat. He looked calm and magnificent. Naturally, he was Wang Gui.

"Uncle Dagui..." Wang Wujian shouted hard but only made a faint sound. He only felt that there was no place on his body that was comfortable. His right hand was numb and unable to move, and the wound on his back cracked again. At this moment, it was itchy and painful.

Wang Gui was shocked when he heard the words. He quickly stood up and walked to him and smiled kindly, "You have been in a coma for a day and finally woke up. How do you feel?"

Wang Wujian wanted to do it, but Wang Gui stopped him.

"The qi and blood are not smooth, and the whole body is numb." Wang Wujian smiled bitterly and recalled all the things that happened when he entered the Xuanlongtan. He sighed, "I didn't expect me to be alive. To the way, where are you, Uncle Dagui, your injury?"

"I have nothing." Wang Gui laughed and said that he was naturally a strong man in the realm of the spiritual emperor. The skill of recuperation was different from ordinary people. Although he had been seriously injured and his martial soul was seriously depleted, he had recovered and looked excellent at this time.

"Where are we?" Wang Wu's swordsmanship.

"I'm still in Xuanlongtan. There was a strong wind and sand yesterday, so I didn't leave." Wang Guidao.

"Where are some of my classmates? Are they all right?" Wang Wujian asked.

"They are very good. They have been with the teachers in the college and have come to see you more than once." Wang Gui seemed to think of something mysteriously and smiled.

Wang Wujian saw two bottles on the mat and said with a wry smile, "Is the money dry?"

Wang Gui was shocked. He still couldn't believe that yin and yang pills can have such a great effect and make Wang Wujian have such a strong combat effectiveness in an instant. Thinking that he was still poisoned, he suppressed a lot of doubts and nodded and said, "Yin and yang pills are divided into yin pills and yang pills. They are antidote to each other. I don't know what you eat is Which one, so I dare not rush to detoxify you.