The outside side is full of righteous indignation, although they don't have the courage to fight, it is still okay to hide behind and say a fair word.

Wu Heng no longer spoke, he knew that the battle would continue, and the people in the deserted city were more likely to consume his mind by stirring up trouble.

It was impossible for him to have a verbal battle with tens of thousands of monks in the Desert City, that would only make him more tired.

It's as if everything started all over again!

The location of Wuheng has become a competition platform, and there is a steady stream of young people from the deserted city to fight.

"Boom!"

The immortal power hedged, the blades collided, and the Tao rules and the Dao rules were rolled, and pieces of brilliant light spread out with Wu Heng as the center.

"I have been cultivating for more than ninety-nine years, and I have ascended to the Three Realms of Immortals, can I dare to fight?" A man in his thirties spoke, with a serious expression and a tough tone.

According to the rules of the Thousand Great Domains, cultivation can be for the younger generation in less than a hundred years, this Luoming is stepping on the limit of age, and the three realms of immortals awaken the ten immortal veins, which is quite extraordinary.

Moreover, this person's talent is not inferior to Duanmu Yu, but he has cultivated more than 50 years more than Duanmu Yu, and he is definitely a very tricky and strong enemy.

Ran Wuheng didn't even blink his eyes, his white clothes were as pure as snow, and he just said lightly: "Fight!"

Bang!

Needless to say, a fierce collision has taken place!

Luo Ming's fist was terrifying, like a lion, his eyes were red, and he brought the lion god's soul to the extreme, as fast as a flash, and in the blink of an eye, more than thirty punches had been punched.

Seeing this, many people can't help but light up, this person is actually the soul of the word "God", which must be extraordinary.

Bang, bang, bang!

Wu Heng also punched quickly, opposite to his fist, not a single move fell, his eyes were bright, the golden light shimmered, and it was extremely sharp.

Luo Ming made a move and said confidently: "The lion fist is fast, and it is everywhere, in order to see my fist clearly, you have consumed a lot of pupil power, right?"

"Your punches aren't fast, you might even say a little slow. Wu Heng responded indifferently, under the eye of heaven, even the sword of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Sect Leader Ying Wuxin had nowhere to hide, let alone a small Luo Ming.

Rumble!

A five-star mangheng array suddenly lit up under Wu Heng's feet, and his combat power rose sharply, and at the same time evolved into the Immortal Demon Dao, one immortal and one demon overflowed, and one punch was the power of two punches.

Luo Ming immediately changed color, and found that his punching speed was a little unable to keep up with Wu Heng, and there was a huge gap in strength.

"Poof"

Within a hundred moves, Luo Ming was hit in the chest by Wu Heng's fist, his ribs were broken seven or eight, coughing up blood, and he couldn't help but roar angrily when he flew sideways: "In terms of boxing, you are not my opponent at all, but the Immortal Demon Dao...... The strength of the Immortal Demon Dao ......"

"It's not the Immortal Demon Dao, it's not your boxing skills, it's that your cultivation is too weak, and the gap in combat power is too big. Wu Heng commented seriously.

Hearing this, Luo Ming's facial muscles couldn't help twitching, and they completely blackened, in his opinion, this was definitely a great shame.

He ascended to the Immortal Three Realms and cultivated, five small realms higher than Wu Heng, but at this moment he was told that he was defeated because his cultivation was too weak.

"The essence of Wuheng's immortal qi is unbelievable, much stronger than before. Chu Tiange commented, with a solemn expression.

In the past, he could rely on the purity of immortal power to control Wu Heng, but now it is estimated that it is difficult.

This is all because of the purple ascending elixir refined by the divine doctor's skillful hand, which helped Wu Heng purify the immortal power to a certain extreme realm.

"Bang!"

Soon, another monk from the Three Realms of Ascending Immortals flew sideways, covered in scars, full of blood holes, and extremely crippled.

To be able to enter the immortal within a hundred years old, they are all geniuses, these people must be infinitely beautiful on weekdays, and have the ability to challenge the next level, but now they have completely swept Wu Heng of the Ten Realms of the Gods.

At the same time, the Deserted City side is not panicked at all, although such geniuses are rare, but the most important thing in the Deserted City is geniuses, they have accepted the powerful cultivation method left over from the Deserted Ancient Period, and the overall strength is much stronger than the outside world, one or two are not enough to threaten Wu Heng, but the more people go up, Wu Heng will definitely be unbearable!

"Hahahaha, although you won, your nirvana record has been broken, and the first two have all left alive, which means that your strength has begun to wear off!" A slightly shorter monk laughed, he held two scimitars, bursting out with a fiery red immortal power, and the cultivation of the second realm of ascending immortals was undoubtedly revealed.

This person obviously didn't intend to win, just to consume Wu Heng, and deliberately showed a smug look, which was even more provoking Wu Heng.

"But it's okay to kill you. Wu Heng looked at him indifferently, he couldn't look down on such a villain the most.

"You can't kill me, I only need one move, one move, and the task will be completed!" The dwarf monk's eyes showed a look of madness, his technique was strange, he was not close to Wu Heng, he was chanting complex spells in his mouth, his hands suddenly flashed a burst of white light, and the two scimitars had disappeared!

Those two scimitars weren't weapons, but a one-time consumable attack charm!

"Whew!"

In an instant, two scimitars had stabbed into Wu Heng's back, pierced into the flesh and blood, and began to emit bursts of black smoke, there was no doubt that it was mixed with poison, and it was already a forbidden type of expendable attack spell.

Seeing that he had succeeded, the little monk was a little surprised, according to his previous judgment, Wu Heng was capable of blocking the two scimitars, but it would also consume a lot of immortal power.

In this way, his mission is complete, and he can immediately admit defeat and retreat.

But the result was something he didn't expect, Wu Heng actually chose to resist hard!

In that case, the result will change, indicating that Wu Heng's murderous intent is very heavy, and he will not even give him a chance to admit defeat.

"Whew!"

The dwarf monk looked terrified, and a mouthful of blood had already appeared in the center of his eyebrows, pierced by endless sword intent.

"You, why do you ......?"

He was a little excited, and he still didn't want to believe Wu Heng's choice at this moment.

"Even if you consume more, only by killing you can I conform to my wishes, and only if I follow my wishes, will I be happy. Wu Heng's expression was indifferent, he didn't choose to block the two scimitars, but at the same time as the short monk shot, he also made a killing move!

"Shhh...... This kid is completely out of the ordinary. The monks of the deserted city who were waiting to meet them around couldn't help but get goosebumps all over their bodies, and they also took out similar consumable charms from their families, intending to leave with one blow, so that their reputation was not good, but they held their lives and completed the task.

"Always young and vigorous, unable to endure provocation. The older generation of the deserted city commented.

"But ruthless!" added some of the other living fossils.

"I'd like to see how many more offensive spells you can carry!" the monk of the deserted city roared, and he repeated the trick and took out the charm!

Wu Heng stood like Mount Tai, standing still, and said toughly: "It's not terrible to carry many offensive spells, I'm afraid that no one will dare to come forward and kill me!." ”

This is very hateful and very domineering!

Bang, bang, bang......

The figure is longing, and the light of the knife and the blood are intertwined.

Gradually, there was more blood on Wu Heng's body, and there were more corpses lying around him.

Fighting three hundred and sixty-seven young generation masters in the deserted city, Wu Heng began to get a little tired, he inserted the Longyuan sword into the cracked earth, stood with the sword, his breathing became heavy, his long black hair fluttered, and he looked at Luo Yutian who was more than ten miles away: "Your sword, are you awake?"

The pride he said, the fighting spirit hit the sky, and the blood of Peng Bai made countless monks from the outside world moved!

Even, some people burst into tears!

Wu Heng is definitely a hero, he still does not fall down until this moment, in such a weak state, he still asked, "Your sword, are you awake?"

............