Wang Xu is not Jian Jiu, if Jian Jiu is here, in the face of the Iron Sword Prince's life-fighting blow, he may be pierced through the chest, and the sword qi will be poured into his body and die.

But he is not, from the beginning to the present, his strongest is defense, and he also thinks the most about defense.

At the last moment, Iron Sword Gongzi had a chance to retreat, and at that time, if he withdrew, he would only be seriously injured at most, and he would not die.

But he was too greedy, maybe he thought that Wang Xu was in the same physical condition and could kill him before the knife fell, or he thought that Wang Xu didn't want to lose both, so he would withdraw first.

It's a pity that no matter what the reason, he guessed wrong, and it was a big mistake.

Wang Xu's proudest place is his powerful body, his body has been tempered thousands of times, and he has learned eight or nine Xuangong from Yang Jian's clone, looking at the world, his body is the top, and his strength is comparable to an innate treasure, without the lethality of the saint realm, he can't break his defense at all.

Iron Sword Gongzi's attack power is between the eighth-order consummation and the eighth-order invincibility, and he can reach the eighth-order invincibility level when he bursts out with all his strength, but there is still some distance from the saint realm.

As a result, Wang Xu's sword can shatter the soul of the Iron Sword Prince, but the Iron Sword Prince's sword cannot pierce Wang Xu's skin.

"It's dead, and the Iron Sword Boy is dead?"

"Unbelievable, that's the Iron Sword Boy, how could he be defeated at the hands of an unknown man?"

Faced with the death of the Iron Sword Boy, many people looked incredulous.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Iron Sword Boy is the most dazzling kendo genius in the era of catastrophe, and his talent is so high that the saints will be moved and take the initiative to come to the world to collect disciples.

Such a Tianjiao of the times, but he was stabbed in the throat and died tragically in the ring, how can he not make people sigh.

Sou!!

In the silence, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air.

One, two, three...

A full eight golden tokens flew out of the Tower of Babel and circled around Wang Xu.

"Saint Choose!"

Seeing these six tokens, the sound of gasping air rang out in the arena.

These gold medals are saint orders and represent sainthood.

The token is given on such an occasion, and there is a deeper meaning, that is, the saint is optimistic about the desire to accept disciples.

"Eight holy orders, there are actually eight saints who are optimistic, and they want to include him in the door wall, what a great creation!"

"Yes, there are only twelve saints in our Heluo world, and eight of them have been alarmed in one breath, this kind of thing hasn't happened for many years, right?"

"Yes, it's been many years, and the last person who made such a big move was today's Feilian Saint."

Fei Lian Saint, one of the twelve saints in the Heluo world, before becoming a saint, he had used the quasi-saint cultivation as a battle against the saint before he was defeated, and was praised as the only one in the ages, which alarmed nine saints to come to collect disciples.

In the end, the Feilian Saint worshiped under the Holy King of Heluo, and after 1.23 billion years, he finally became a great avenue and ranked among the 12th Yuan Saints.

This secret, many old antiques are clear, and then looking at the eight gold medals suspended in front of Wang Xu, one by one can't help but wonder, is there another person in the Heluo world who is like Feilian Sage to suppress the contemporary top?

"This Chengtian saint, holding my token, can enter my Chengtian lineage."

"This Pure Spirit Saint, holding my token, can enter my Clear Spirit lineage."

"This seat rejoices in the saint, hold my token, and you can enter the vein of my joy."

"This Heaven Swallowing Saint, holding my token, can enter my Heaven Swallowing Vein."

"This Kunwu Demon God, holding my token, can enter my Kunwu lineage."

"This seat... This seat... Main seat..."

On the eight tokens, a voice came out of each of them, and it turned into a Taoist sound in Wang Xu's ears, and in a daze, he seemed to see the phantom of the eight saints.

These phantoms seemed to be extraordinarily charitable, and he couldn't help but want to agree.

And just before nodding, Wang Xu bit the tip of his tongue violently, forced himself to calm down, and said: "Enlighten all the saints, Wang Xu, who is the last scholar to advance, it is really a fluke to be able to make the saints pity, and I don't dare to think about it." ”

Wang Xu looked respectful, and what he said was good, but in fact, he refused in disguise.

The answer to why refusal, is simple.

When he first stepped on the path of cultivation, a second-order monk was able to make him bow and worship, and he was eager to sacrifice his life to follow.

When he became a second-order monk, the fourth-order monk was high again, and his supernatural powers were vast and elusive.

When he became a fourth-order monk, the heavens and the earth were even wider, and he felt that the seventh-order monk was immortal and immortal, which was really very comfortable.

After becoming a seventh-order monk, he discovered that sainthood is the end, and he took sainthood as the driving force for his life.

Step by step, Wang Xu has crossed many mountains, and today, his cultivation clone has been promoted to a saint, and a saint is no longer a mirror for him, just a mountain waiting for him to conquer.

There is a saying that if it was back then, he would be willing to treat these people as dogs, even if they didn't treat him as a human being, as long as he gave him a bone to eat, he would admit it.

Now, he already has a human appearance, and giving him bones to eat is not a lift but a humiliation.

"It's a pity..."

Hearing Wang Xu's words, seven of the eight tokens flew back upside down and returned to their respective owners.

The remaining piece did not fly back, but flew around Wang Xu, and fell into his hand with a click: "If you repent, you can come to my Kunwu Secret Realm with a token." ”

The person who left the token was the Kunwu Saint of the Twelve Yuan Sages, a great being from a certain abyss world who liked to call himself a demon god rather than a saint.

Looking at the token left by the Kunwu Demon God, Wang Xu was thoughtful.

The Kunwu Demon God comes from the abyss world and follows the path of the Extreme Stream, pursuing the immortality of the physical body rather than the soul.

Wang Xu is also from the body refining stream, and he is very close to the path of the Kunwu Demon God, plus he can resist the attack of the eighth-order invincible stage, the Kunwu Demon God is probably a love for talent.

On a little thought, it's not impossible.

After all, the saints watching the battle are all experienced ups and downs, and it is not difficult to see his potential.

"Thank you, Daedric."

Wang Xu bowed his head, knowing that he couldn't return the saint token that was forcibly stuffed to him no matter what.

Otherwise, it is to hit the face of the Kunwu Demon God, the saint cherishes his face the most, although the saint of the Heluo world, the bottom line is much lower than that of the saint of the flood wilderness, but the saint is a saint, and it is by no means something he can humiliate.

Sou!!

After leaving the token, the voice of the Kungo Demon God disappeared.

Wang Xu stroked the token, and if nothing else, this token would soon be shelved by him.

As for becoming a disciple of the Kunwu Demon God, Wang Xu never thought about it.

If he is replaced by the Holy King of Heluo, he can still think about one or two, on the contrary, he is just a saint who is not ranked, and what qualifications does he have to be his teacher.

Wang Xu is a person who does not benefit from getting up early, and in the entire Chaos World community, those Heavenly Dao Realm cultivators are qualified to be his teachers.

The saint is not good, the grade is too low.

If you start low, your starting point will be low, and there is still no way forward.

If he really wants to worship the teacher, he must also worship the holy kings, and even the fallen holy masters.

At the martial arts conference, the top ten in each group can be received by the fallen holy lord, and that is the opportunity he needs to grasp.

The primaries were just appetizers, and he knew exactly what he was doing and what he wanted.