If we only use realm to measure Wang Lu's strength, it is undoubtedly a stupid act.

From the perfect foundation created from the lower three realms, to the star map formed by the acupoints in the body of the middle three realms, after he entered the upper three realms, everything formed a qualitative change.

The so-called accumulation of strength is nothing more than this.

Ordinary warriors who enter the seventh realm initially integrate will and moves, and while increasing their power exponentially, the endurance and explosive power of the battle will also be greatly enhanced.

When you reach the Nine Realms, you can even interfere with the will of reality and form a unique and special aura.

For example, the Great Powerful Tianlong in Fahai.

Although Wang Lu could also use it before, even using the dragon against the enemy, this is just a bonus of martial arts, far less than the spirit of the dragon in the Fahai where the demons bow their heads.

However, when he merged his martial arts and martial arts, everything was different again.

The Brahma Wheel-Turning Technique, which has never appeared before, plus Fengshenliu, Wang Lu’s battle over the level is just a casual one, and this is where his confidence lies.

Not long after, Wang Lu, who was standing by the road with a long sword on his back, met a group of Xuanyewei who were riding his horse.

There are 20 cavalry in total, and the highest level among them are three seventh-level martial artists, while the rest are all sixth-level or even five-level guys.

Wow ~

The first rider tied the reins and stopped the horse. With his movements, nineteen other riders pulled the horse one after another.

"Wu Tian, ​​you have already committed a big taboo in your father-in-law. Now go back with me immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

What he said was sonorous and powerful, the black short suit and the sharp steel knife made the person look very impactful.

Not to mention, there are nineteen extremely strong subordinates who have increased their momentum.

However, Wang Lu's expression on his face was a little disappointed.

Are you disappointed that you didn't escape, or something else?

Mao Tu was confused, but her interest became stronger. She could see that this newcomer recommended by Han Sanwen was a little different.

"Go back with you?"

Wang Lu shook his head, with a little inexplicable meaning on his face, "What if I say no?"

"Hmph, don't blame me for waiting!"

This rider is the highest among the three seventh-level martial artists. Xuan Yesi has always believed that lions and rabbits can use all their strength, so he waved his hand directly and signaled his subordinates to surround him, while he also floated down from the horse's back and came to Wang Lu.

Since the order was captured alive, none of these people killed him.

However, for Wang Lu, no matter what their purpose is, the ending has long been destined.

Looking at himself surrounded by a calm expression, he casually pulled out the long sword in his hand and looked at the opponent who was speeding up.

How much effort should I put in?

Wang Lu hesitated for a moment, and when he fell into the eyes of outsiders, it made people feel a little angry.

When did Xuan Yewei, who could stop his children from crying in the Tang Dynasty, was looked down upon so much?

Blood-transforming knife!

The rider with the highest realm was very close to Wang Lu. He raised his arm high, and a trace of blood suddenly appeared on his sharp long sword, and even the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

This is the strange effect produced by a master of the seventh level who interferes with reality with his spirit.

It can also be called Tao.

The way of martial arts!

Although Yang Ling asked to be captured alive, this person had made up his mind to make Wang Lu look good.

His pride is not allowed to be trampled on.

clang!

The sound of the metal-iron attack resounded throughout the audience. When the opponent's attack was approaching, Wang Lu calmly drew out the long sword and held the killer moves used by the master.

The action without any trace of fireworks was even more angry. A feeling of being looked down upon spreading in the heart of the rider. He gritted his teeth and attacked again.

The attacks that combine spiritual will appear extremely cruel and resolute.

The subordinates around them did not want to help, but when their commanders were fully fired, they would only be injured by accident and might even help.

Dingding Dingding Ding Ding!

A crisp sound like a blacksmith kept coming out, and Wang Lu was like a reef in the tide, and no matter how wind and rain were hit, he could not shake him at all.

The person who launched the attack has become a little crazy.

He curled his lips a little boredly. After holding the opponent's thrust into force, Wang Lu turned the long sword in his hand and emitted a blue sword light.

laugh!

Blood sprayed, and the young commander of Xuanyesi was killed without any time to resist.

He barely lowered his head, looked at the huge wound on his chest, and murmured: "How could there be... such a fast knife..."

thump!

As the corpse fell, the other nineteen Xuan Yewei panics were panicked for a while, but soon calmed down and formed a formation.

For them, compared to the punishment brought by escaping at the last battle, it would be much more enjoyable to be killed by Wang Lu directly here.

After making up the determination to die, these people looked particularly tragic.

Wang Lu looked at the bloody smoke formed by their qi together, shook his head and said, "You are just struggling to death. Turn around and ask Yang Ling to send some experts. I don't want to commit more murder."

These people did not answer, but responded with practical actions, and led the remaining two masters of the seventh realm, they launched a charge together.

Nineteen horses rushed over, although not far away, they could still form a powerful momentum.

Wang Lu sighed. What he said just now was the truth. As a martial artist, what is the point of bullying the weak? It is a great spirit to punch the stronger one.

Of course, except for eliminating evil spirits.

Since these people were dying, Wang Lu didn't think much about it. He directly put the knife back into the sheath, then pressed his body down, held one hand on the hilt of the knife, and made a knife-drawn shape.

In the place where he lived before, there was a saying that the lower the body pressed, the faster the sword was drawn and the greater the power.

Wang Lu wanted to give it a try, so he did this.

Seeing him like this, the Xuan Yewei felt a sense of crisis in his heart. The originally stable horses became restless, and the original formation became scattered.

Fortunately, two masters of the seventh level tried to maintain, so that they would not collapse, but that was all the only thing, and their power was more than weaker than before.

Although for Wang Lu, the difference is not big.

"kill!!"

A goose-shaped formation composed of two seventh-level martial artists rushed over, and the murderous intent that was so strong that it could not be dissolved enveloped Wang Lu.

If someone else comes, let alone confrontation, I'm afraid even my mind will be taken away by it.

Maotu, who was watching from afar, looked at him with interest. Wang Lu killed the strongest warrior with one blow, which gave her a great surprise. What will happen next?

After three breaths, the rabbit saw it.

Wang Lu suddenly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and the speed was so fast that he formed afterimages in the air, so that he could clearly see the trajectory of his sword.

Beautiful and elegant, but also full of murderous intent.

As the blade broke through the air, there was a huge sword light that was extremely wide enough to completely cover the nineteen people.

The armor on Xuan Yewei's body was like paper, and before he could resist, it was cut in half.

For a moment, people were overturned and smoke rose everywhere.

The screams of people and the neighing of horses are mixed together, creating a picture of despair.

After the sword light that Wang Lu cut out split the Xuanyewei, it continued to move forward continuously until it flattened the top of a small hill and then dissipated in the air.

Mao Tu looked at this scene in amazement. She had already overestimated Wang Lu's strength, but unexpectedly, this guy was so strong that he was so outrageous.

With such strength, I'm afraid she is not an opponent, right?

What a big deal to evaluate this?

At this moment, Han Sanwen also ran over with the dust stained on the ground before, so he seemed a little embarrassed.

"You are so cruel, you are so mean to cheat me!"

He was talking about being forced to drink Bawang Tea.

Mao Tu's mouth raised slightly, showing a beautiful smile, and then said, "Where did you find such a monster? She is so strong? She is just the seventh level, right? She is almost better than me."

"Hehe, you don't have to worry about this anymore. Why did he pass the assessment?"

Han Sanwen said with a smile. Actually, he didn't expect that Wang Lu's strength would have grown to this point after such a short time.

If Chen Long had not given the death order, every official member would have to recommend an assessment quota. He probably forgot the person he saved.

Now it seems that I almost missed a thousand miles away.

"I have passed the level of strength, but I still haven't tested the level of mentality. I can't remind you. I'll arrange it in the future."

After Maotu finished speaking, he didn't wait for Han Sanwen to reply and directly used his light skills and disappeared from the spot.
To be continued...