The two major magic skills in the eight-character mantra are all displayed, one is the strongest defense, and the other is the strongest attack. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info didn't even repel Wang Kun, but was injured himself.

This is a result that also makes Bu use force, and his face is full of disbelief.

"Haha...... Bu Wu, Long Aotian, I'm going to slaughter you all today!" Wang Kun laughed wildly.

The angry expression on his whole face just now that he was proud of the weather has long since disappeared. Again, there is a smug and sinister face.

It turns out that Wang Kun is not as rumored by the outside world, he is just an emperor-level master, he hides his strength, and he is a stronger Yasheng.

Yasheng, the realm that can only be reached by the emperor-level master when he reaches the peak and takes another step. But many emperor-level subversive powerhouses, in order to take this step, it took a lifetime, and it was difficult to succeed.

Although Yasheng is not a real saint level, in addition to the holy level, Ya Sheng is the strongest existence in the whole world, and no one is invincible.

Compared with the imperial level, although it is only a realm difference, the gap is completely different, one in the sky and one on the earth.

And just now, Wang Kun was actually able to kill Long Aotian with one sword, but he deliberately pretended to be angry, and there was no real purpose in killing Long Aotian, which was to lure Bu Wuwu over.

In this way, he will be able to kill together and dissolve the anger in his heart.

Bang......

The breath was rolling, and Wang Kun showed his true sub-saint strength without reservation.

The aura of the terrifying sub-saint-level master was like an ocean, and suddenly a violent wind swept away, forming a huge tsunami. The wind is fierce, and it rolls up a strong wind, and the wind speed is extremely fast, like a knife blade, which can cut people's skin and make it difficult for people to open their eyes.

Wang Kun held the big knife and laughed wildly: "Haha...... Bu Wu, Long Aotian, do you think you will win this battle now, or will I win? After I kill the two of you, I will kill all the soldiers behind you who are following you!"

At the same time, he also stared at Bu Wuwu resentfully, gritted his teeth and said: "Especially you, Bu Wuwu, I must sacrifice your blood, use your head and blood to sacrifice my child......"

Wang Kun's resentment towards Bu Wuwu undoubtedly surpassed Long Aotian's, because Wang Teng died in the hands of Bu Wu.

Bu Dongwu and Wang Kun just had a fight, and they suffered a big loss and were injured.

The expression on his face also fell into solemnity, and he muttered, "We really underestimated this old thief!"

Don't look at this moment, just Wang Kun alone, he has to face Bu Dongwu, Long Aotian, Ru Qingfeng, three emperor-level masters, and there are millions of heroes behind him.

But Bu Wuwu also knows the meaning of what a sub-saint master represents, that absolutely invincible existence. Even a million male divisions do not have the slightest ability to fight.

"This is a problem...... Bu Wuwu realized that the situation was very tricky.

"Little junior brother, now only the three of us join forces, it is estimated that we can defeat this Wang Kun. ”

On the side, Ru Qingfeng also frowned slightly, knowing that if he didn't defeat Wang Kun, there would be big trouble, so he said to Bu Wu.

Bu Wuwu also knew that only by joining forces with the three of them could there be a glimmer of possibility.

Immediately, he said: "Senior brother, I attack Wang Kun's front, you attack his back, and Long Aotian, you attack above it!"

The three of them are all emperor-level, and in the face of Wang Kun, who is at the sub-saint level, they are naturally very dignified, and they dare not take it lightly. But when I joined forces to deal with it, I still felt that there was a glimmer of hope.

"Do it!"

Without hesitation, the three of them moved quickly.

Long Aotian was no longer as lazy as before, moving his fat physique, and his movements were more flexible than those of a spirit monkey. directly hit Mount Tai to the top, and sat down towards Wang Kun, wanting to flatten it.

"Hmph, just because you three are not at the emperor level, you also think that you can defeat me?

"Look how I slaughtered you all!"

"Holy Barrier!"

Wang Kun was very disdainful when he saw Bu Wuwu and the three of them attacking together, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

With a loud roar, centered on its body, a huge barrier suddenly formed in the canyon. Shrouded all three of them.

"Little junior brother, be careful!"

"This is the Holy Realm, and it is the Divine Realm of the Sub-Saint. This barrier will gather all the spiritual power from all directions. So that the opponent's spiritual power will not be depleted at all, but we will only use less and less......"

Seeing Wang Kun display such an enchantment, Ru Qingfeng immediately reminded the two to be careful.

"Huh...... Now that you know the power of this holy enchantment, do you think you have a better chance of defeating me by joining forces?"

"Let me tell you, in this holy realm, I am the master!

Wang Kun's body had already levitated, stopping at the highest point of the enchantment, his hands were wide open, full of arrogance, and he looked at the three Bu Wuwu below with disdain.

After learning about the power of this enchantment, Bu Wuwu muttered in his heart: "It seems that it can only be resolved quickly, and the longer it drags on, the less hope there is for success." ”

Immediately towards the Confucian Qingfeng, Long Aotian secretly transmitted: "Later, I will use the time magic power, and I will imprison Wang Kun for a second." You two will take this opportunity to use the strongest blow and kill him!"

After secretly transmitting the sound, the three of them did not change their faces at first, and had a fierce battle with Wang Kun.

Bu Wuwu had already taken out the newly arrived Wanfa pen and wrote the golden fonts of dragon, tiger, leopard, and several fierce beasts in the air.

Roar Roar Roar ......

In an instant, the golden font changed, turning into a golden dragon, a golden tiger, and a golden leopard...... The breath was terrifying, lifelike, and they all rushed towards Wang Kun.

Ru Qingfeng's weapon is a paper fan with calligraphy and paintings written on it, which is also a great treasure.

Moreover, Confucian Qingfeng comprehended one of the Four Books and Five Classics, and his cultivation was also the highest among the three.

Fan in his hand, ancient characters flew out of the paper fan, and finally turned into a sword, like a rainstorm pear flower needle, slashing at Wang Kun together.

As for Long Aotian, his body is his weapon, like a huge hammer, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top again and again, pressing towards Wang Kun.

Bang bang bang......

Wang Kun was suspended at the highest point of the enchantment, and the big sword in his hand was dancing wildly, and the sword qi formed was ten times greater than just now, and the power was also stronger.

In an instant, he slashed down thousands of sword qi, without missing the slightest, and easily defused all the attacks that the three of Bu Dongwu had jointly issued, and he didn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

How powerful it is at the moment, you can imagine.

After easily dissolving it, he still laughed wildly and said, "Haha...... It's useless, in this holy enchantment, I am the master. I can easily defuse all your attacks......"

When the three of them saw their attacks, they were all easily cracked, and the three of them did not look anxious, waiting for an opportunity.

Suddenly, Bu Dongwu's eyes lit up, and when he saw Wang Kun finishing the attack and putting away the knife, he shouted: "It's now, time is imprisoned!" (To be continued.) )