King Wu?

Everyone was confused and confused for a moment. King Wu? How could it be King Wu? The high priest was obviously the Dharma King? Did the high priest know that he was defeated and finally used the Dharma King's strength?

As soon as this thought came out, looking at the dripping blood and the blades scattered all over the ground, although everyone didn't believe it, the thought spread wildly.

"Aunt style cheated, he must have used the strength of the Dharma King at the critical moment of life and death, otherwise how could he defeat the sword that had defeated the Martial King and used all his strength to use the sword." Someone curled his lips and mocked.

"Impossible? Since the high priest has agreed, how could he break his promise? If that happens, he will be despised and look down upon him."

"Why not--"

boom--

A thunder thunder exploded in the darkness of the crowd in the huge square. For a moment, everyone thought of not being shocked. What happened, but a trace of surrender deep in their hearts, and the subjects when they met the emperor.

"What's going on? Why do I suddenly want to kneel down?"

"That's right, I've never knelt since I was a child, and I've inexplicably wanted to surrender and kneel down!"

The spectator who was about to speak was stunned, his body trembled and trembled, and he was in great fear. He looked at the man on the ring and knelt on the ground with a thud and cried, "Good Priest, please spare your life. The villain has no eyes, and from time to time, the high priest, King Wu, is majestic, and he deserves to die. High priest, you have a large number of dogs, and you can spare your life."

King Wu? The high priest actually became King Wu?

Everyone was in an uproar again.

Gu Feng stood quietly, his eyes closed slightly, and his whole body seemed to be integrated into the void. He was standing there but it seemed to be nowhere.

I didn't care about the man kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy. At this time, Gu Feng fell into an inexplicable artistic conception. In the huge square, everything was in his control, and he had an additional enlightenment in his heart, as if he could control everything in front of him at will.

Stability?

This is the momentum! The momentum of King Wu!

King Wu, the real King Wu. Since the ancient style broke through the Dharma King and practiced hard beside the Mother Tree of Life, he felt the existence of the barrier of King Wu by sprouting and growing through the Bodhi tree in his mind.

Afterwards, four demon kings were slaughtered and waited for death. The Bodhi Tree absorbed their pure origin demonic energy, and there was a little more insight into the Martial King in his mind. He felt that he could break through the realm at any time, but he was almost unable to break through for a long time. Unexpectedly, he actually broke through in the face of the crisis of life and death.

The spiritual energy accumulated in the body completely exploded, and the fourth orifice of the nine acupoints was opened in an instant. The spiritual power followed the trend and penetrated the entire human connection, becoming the king of martial arts in one fell swoop.

Breaking through the realm of King Wu, his mental power did not increase but he changed. Exploring everything from all directions appeared in his mind clearly. Under the ring, earthworms surged, a woman had a black mole the size of a needle-sized eye on the corner of her eyes, and a middle-aged man who looked like a servant actually had a thick layer of powder on his face...

The Bodhi tree in my mind seemed to have eaten a big tonic thing. It swayed continuously and suddenly grew ten centimeters taller, the rhizomes doubled in thickness, the two leaves became greener and blacker, and the central stigma swelled, which was as big as a fist.

Originally, the whole body of King Wu would emit a powerful aura, but the king's aura was completely restrained by the transformation of the spiritual power. The whole person was ordinary at that time, but roared in his body, like a torrent of spiritual power flowing in his unobstructed connections.

With the connections of people, the earth's veins break through the orifices, the spiritual power in the body has formed a small cycle, constantly circulating, automatically absorbing the spiritual energy of the world from the outside world, and the cultivation speed has suddenly accelerated several times.

The pure spiritual power flows like a river, constantly tempering the meridians, flesh, muscles, bones, skin and blood, and blood. The muscles and veins are full of explosive power. The tendons and veins are more tough and powerful, and the skin and bones are stronger. Now they can compete with third-level monsters for flesh without being at a disadvantage.

From the soles of the feet to the top of the head, from the flesh and blood, the ancient style consciousness broke away, as if it poured into the entire world, and every move touched the momentum of the world, and there was infinite power in the wave.

The spirit travels around the world, quietly consciously experiencing the artistic conception of breakthrough. The Bodhi tree continues to sway, as if it is absorbing the perceptions from the soul. In just a moment, the ancient style woke up from the ethereal artistic conception.

When his eyes opened, two rays of splendor were shot out, and his black eyes became deeper and colder. The splendor flowed. He slowly looked up at Dao Tu who was beside Dai Li. Gu Feng nodded secretly and shook his head again.

Let the blood flow and drip, the pain was as small as the pain in his heart. Dao Tu's sharp eyes were blank and unconscious, and his whole body seemed to have been drained from his spirit, standing in distracted state, as if the eggplant was beaten by frost.

No wonder he was so depressed and painful. He had reached the peak of the late stage of the martial arts a year ago, constantly challenging strong enemies and killing desperately. He wanted to break through the realm, defeated King Ming of Martial King, and challenged the ancient style of the Dharma King. It would be fine if he failed. After all, he was a martial arts practitioner and had a reputation.

If you lose, you will come back again. But unexpectedly, at the peak of the martial arts in the late stage, you will be injured and retreat, but others will take the opportunity to break the barrier and enter the realm of the King of Martial Arts in one fell swoop. The huge gap is that no matter how strong a person is, he will feel pain and discomfort.

"If you can't bear this little setback, then I've really misread it."

"Haha, you have won, you have become the King of Martial Arts. If you succeed, you can ridicule it with all your heart." Dao Tu glanced at him disgustedly and said sarcastically, sneering on his face, but his heart was so uncomfortable, as if it was like a sharp dagger stabbing into his heart.

"I said I can make you the King of Martial Arts, do you believe it?"

The faint voice seemed to have a thunder suddenly exploded in Daotu's ears, which shocked him and shocked everyone in the audience. I can make you the King of Martial Arts. That's King of Martial Arts, not a cabbage like a martial artist, and many cities don't even have a king.

Dao Tu suddenly looked up, his dark eyes burst out with brilliance, and a look of ecstasy flashed through, hiding deep in the depths, staring straight at the pair of calm eyes, trying to see something, but finally felt helplessly disappointed. Suppressing the excitement in his heart and calming down, Dao Tu asked coldly: "Why should I believe you?"

"I am the king of Wu"

King Wu, two words full of arrogance and domineering, only shocked the sword to his expression and his eyes were blurred.

Wu—King—

The sound was like thunder, exploded over the huge square, and a powerful force of kings suddenly enveloped the whole circle. The black crowd felt a huge rock pressed into their hearts, almost breathless, and involuntarily wanted to kneel down and surrender, and could not have the idea of ​​resisting.

Yi Ruo, who was standing in the crowd, looked at the figure with a smile on his face, his eyes were blurred, full of love, and full of happiness. At this moment, the heart of the daughter's never opened was completely opened, and a person was stationed in.

The ancient style stands with its head raised, with arrogance and domineeringness, like a thousand feet high peak, inserted straight on the ring, making people look up and awe, showing the domineering spirit of the king.

As far as I am King of Martial Arts, I am so simple and confident and domineering, not just because I am King of Martial Arts, the new king of martial arts.

call--

After breathing a sigh of relief, Dao Tu raised his head high, clenched his fists, blue veins in his arms bulged, his muscles were raised, and his closed eyes suddenly opened, flashing with a decisive look.

"I'm defeated!"

As soon as he said that, Dao Tu felt a sense of loss, and at the same time he felt relaxed all over, as if he had moved away the heavy mountain pressing on his back.

"I am worthy of being a slaughter. I, Gu Feng, would like to recognize you as a friend!" Looking at the faint smile on his black face, Gu Feng knew that he had completely let go of his obstacles. It was only a matter of time before he could achieve King Wu, and his eyes were full of praise.

It is shameful to lose the battle, but the shame is that you don’t have the courage to admit defeat.

"Do you dare to bet with me?"

"What bet?"

"Betting if I can make you the King of Martial Arts today!"

Dao Tu looked at him in surprise, and a look of joy flashed in his eyes, and he instantly returned to his quietness. He nodded, shook his head again, and said, "I won't bet."

"You don't dare?"

"No." Dao Tu refused firmly. "Because I know, I will lose my bet."

"Hahaha." Gu Feng smiled at the sky, laughing so crazy. When he stopped laughing, he said with a serious expression: "You just believe me?"

"Because you are King Wu! The newest King Wu!"

Gu Feng was stunned and wanted to laugh, but when he saw his solemn expression, he knew that he was not joking, and he felt moved. He felt that he was talking too much and couldn't believe it, let alone others. Unexpectedly, Dao Tu actually believed it and recognized him as his friend.

Everyone who was also shocked woke up one after another, only to think of Gu Feng's other identity - the pharmacy master. When they thought of this, they couldn't help but be excited. He would definitely be able to refine the elixir pills that would allow people to break through to King Wu. Then he could not have the possibility of buying a breakthrough to become King Wu.

Involuntarily, everyone's breathing became heavy and the atmosphere became strange. They all looked at Gu Feng, like a pervert who saw the flower girl, naked without any concealment.

The Gu Feng Daotu on the stage obviously discovered the situation below the stage and smiled at each other. The shackles in his heart were eliminated. Daotu started a joke and said, "Brother Gu Feng, everyone is looking forward to it. Why don't you let the winner who defeated a hundred late-stage martial artists become the Martial King? I suddenly felt that I should bet with you, that I would have a great chance of winning, very high. Do you think so?"

"yes--"

The dark people in the audience shouted in unison, obviously everyone wanted to see the birth of a miracle with their own eyes and fantasize about becoming the lucky one.

"Haha, it seems that everyone is suspicious. If I don't agree, I'm afraid everyone will not be able to sleep well at night. Since that's the case, then I'll—" I glanced at everyone's nervous expressions, and smiled proudly. Gu Feng continued: "I announce that any winner who defeats one hundred late-stage martial artists has a chance to become the Martial King! Time is only one day today."
Chapter completed!