Chapter 880 Martial Saint Thunder Fist

The rust on Martial Saint Bai Wu's face fluctuated even more like water lines, and the black clouds swirling overhead rolled with the howl of the wind, lightning and thunder, and the pressure became lower and lower.

The sense of oppression of the Martial Saint's martial intent was also pressed down like a mountain.

Duan Killing God, Liu Xilou and other Holy Sect Masters had all been bent over by the terrifying oppressive force, and they all had bean-sized sweat on their foreheads, rolling down.

If it weren't for the more than two years of cultivation in Tianlong Temple, the strength of the nine Holy Masters had been greatly improved, and they would have been unable to withstand the oppression of the Martial Saint's martial intent, and they would have been directly pressed to the ground.

Wang Dong, who bore the brunt of the attack, also felt a huge sense of oppression, but he could hold it up.

A strong soul brings an equally strong will, no matter how strong the martial intent of the martial saint is, it can't easily hurt Wang Dong's spiritual will.

"The Wazhen people on the other side, you don't need to waste your martial intent, it's useless to me, let's make a move, let me see if you Wazhen people's martial saints are as arrogant and powerful as you show. Wang Dong said.

"Then you will die!" The "rust" that appeared on Martial Saint Bai Wu's face rushed into the two pupils like water, and the black pupils instantly turned into two rounds of magatama under the erosion of the "rust"!

"Does the Hokage write wheels?" Wang Dong chuckled, but then froze.

I don't know why familiar words appear inexplicably in the depths of my subconscious.

But Wang Dong dared to swear to the lamp, since he was born, he had never been in contact with any Hokage, let alone what was meant by Sharingan?

Suddenly seeing the shape of the pupils of the martial saint Bai Wu, the strange memories that suddenly emerged in the subconscious of the soul are just strange memories that appeared out of thin air for no reason.

"Thunder Fist!" Martial Saint Bai Wu's cold voice spat out.

He obviously carried his hands and stood still, but in the rapid rotation of the two rounds of magatayu in his eyes, a palm with a haunting thunder appeared on the side of Martial Saint Bai Wu out of thin air, and his hand was held into a fist, directly hitting Wang Dong.

This thunder fist had just been struck, and another thunder fist appeared in the same place.

Wang Dong raised his arms and shook his head.

"Burst Punch!"

Wang Dong decided to test the law by himself, using fist to fist to fist, to test what power the martial saint had, instead of sacrificing a flying sword and directly killing the opponent in seconds.

Countless fists appeared in an instant, and Wang Dong moved up and down, left and right.

"Dada"

In an instant, a thousand punches blasted out!

One by one, the bursting fists are slamming towards the flying thunder fists!

The sound of dense fist explosions exploded instantly.

Wang Dong had just smashed a thunder fist from Martial Saint Bai Wu with a thousand punches, and the next thunder fist had already arrived in front of him.

Wang Dong had no choice but to cross his arms and use the cross shield wall.

Boom, accompanied by the thunder explosion, Wang Dong was knocked out by the terrifying impact of the thunder fist.

The body slammed into the door of the building behind him, and there was a loud bang.

"Vulnerable!" Martial Saint Bai Wu had a look of contempt on his face.

He was confident that if the other party received a thunder punch from him, even if he didn't die, he would definitely be seriously injured.

"Go, arrest that person for me, if he doesn't die, cut off his head in public, hang it on the big banner of the pavilion outside, and this saint wants to announce to everyone that the people of Wazhen Daqin cannot be dishonored!"

Bai Fox smiled fiercely and said loudly: "Command!"

"Wait!"

Otos and Gongsun Hou, as well as Duan Killing God and the others, all stepped forward in unison to block the white caracal.

"Whoever dares to stand in my way, I will kill whom!" said Bai Vicious.

With the Martial Saint Bai Wu as the backing, the two Martial Saints of the Earth Star Civilization of Otos and Gongsun Hou stood in front of him, and Bai Wu was not stunned at all.

"Really, then I'll kill you first, and then slaughter the saints!"

Wang Dong's voice came from the hall, and the person walked out slowly.

He didn't exude any amazing momentum, and walked out of the hall step by step in an extremely ordinary way, but Martial Saint Bai Wu's pupils contracted, and his expression became solemn.

Seeing that he was fine, Otos and the others breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and subconsciously retreated to the sides to make way for Wang Dong.

"Interesting, really interesting!" muttered Martial Saint Bai Wu.

"Are you alright?"

Bai Ye had a ghostly expression, but then smiled and said, "Since you are still alive, then let your Bai Ye cut off your head!"

The white caracal screamed, the majestic body more than two meters high shook, and a god of war general wearing war armor and riding a war horse loomed behind him, holding a long lance, stabbing forward fiercely!

In the hands of the white caracal, the long lance that the god of war general behind him stabbed forward, followed by the fierce assassination of Wang Dong.

"It's just rubbish!" the king kept moving, and went straight to the assassination lance.

The long lance hit Wang Dong's body fiercely, directly penetrating his back from the front chest, revealing the old Duan lance.

The white caracal's expression instantly appeared with a sense of astonishment and fear, but he saw that another Wang Dong had already appeared in front of him, and one palm stretched out, like grabbing a chicken, and choked the white caracal's neck!

The palms are white and powerful, the fingers are slender and delicate, and in the eyes of the Athenian stars, such a delicate and drifting hand is born to play the piano and show artistic romance.

At this time, such a hand effortlessly grabbed the neck of a strong man who was more than two meters tall, and lifted it with one hand, followed by a burst of force in the palm.

"Click", the sound of bones shattering, accompanied by the "gurgling" sound from the mouth of the white caracal, the thick neck, neck bone and Adam's apple were directly crushed by Wang Dong's palm.

As a saint-level grandmaster, Bai Caracal's martial arts artistic conception is already very strong, and the martial intent of killing gods on the battlefield is infinitely close to the saint-level, and it has exceeded the ninth level, as long as he successfully steps into the tenth level, Bai Caracal will officially enter the saint-level martial arts grandmaster and advance to the saint-level martial arts master.

It's a pity that he never had a chance!

Wang Dong choked the neck of the white caracal like a chicken, and casually threw this strong man of more than 300 catties aside.

In front of the Wazhen Great Qin people, and in front of a Martial Saint of the Wazhen Great Qin people, killing a martial arts master who was infinitely close to the holy level, Wang Dong's face did not change, but stared at the Martial Saint Bai Wu who was flowing with "rust" on his face again, the black clouds above his head were getting thicker and thicker, the pressure was getting lower and lower, and the lightning and thunder were becoming more and more urgent!

"Have you ever thought about how to die?" Wang said in a shocking voice, challenging Wa Zhen Daqin's Martial Saint head-on.

After killing a saint, he really wants to slaughter the saint!

"Arrogant Earth Star Humans, you have completely violated the dignity and bottom line of the great Wazhen Great Qin, and what awaits you is only destruction, destruction, destruction!"

The "rust" floating on Martial Saint Bai Wu's face rushed into his eyes frantically, and the two pupils instantly appeared, no longer one magata, but two magatayu on one side, and formed a complete yin and yang Taiji-like pattern.

Wang Dongren didn't get closer, and he strongly felt a terrifying thunder force field lingering within five meters of Martial Saint Bai Wu's body.

"Smack", subtle but conspicuous electric rays scurried in the air, exploding sparks.