Rumble!

The little ape king's suppressed battle intent suddenly burst out, and Wang Gan found that his body suddenly became dazzling with golden light, and the blazing jing qi rose to the sky, and a large area of clouds were shattered, and he looked completely desperate.

Rattle!

After a long laugh, the pitch-black and heavy mixed iron rod in the little ape king's hand roared like wind and thunder, and the shadow of the stick tore through the void and the sky, and descended directly on Wang Gan's side.

No one can count the number of moves, in short, on this huge platform, there are stick shadows everywhere, crazy comparisons, fierce gangqi, like sharp blades, and the solid stone ground is carved out of cracks.

Moving like thunder, bursting like a wind!

"This is a fighting stick method, domineering double, the earth collapses and the mountains are destroyed! I don't know if this human kid can withstand it!"

"I don't know, I saw it just now, he was brought back by Xiao Jinpeng, and his strength should not be weak, otherwise how could he enter the eyes of that guy from Xiao Jinpeng. ”

"Look, the real battle begins!"

At the edge of the platform, all the demon clan youths became nervous, and their eyes were completely focused on the battlefield of Zhongyāng.

There is a way that as soon as the expert makes a move, he knows if there is one, the little ape king is like a dragon, and he bombards it fiercely, Wang Qian knows that this person is also a young genius of the demon clan in southern Xinjiang, and his strength is not under Xiao Jinpeng.

In the midst of the heavy stick shadows, Wang Gan shouted, and his green clothes were completely shattered, revealing Jing's red upper body, his muscles were knotted, and a faint green sè gang was swirling.

In the face of the little ape king's fighting stick method, between Wang Qian's breaths, a huge amount of power emerged from his flesh and blood, and the nine-turn runes in his body continued to flicker, and his body suddenly became solid and immortal, Jing was fierce, and in the simple and vast atmosphere, it seemed that an ancient god of war stood on the spot.

Slap it out with one palm!

Collapse!

The pitch-black mixed iron rods and the blue palms collided violently, sparks splashed everywhere, as if striking iron, and the sound was harsh.

Wang Qian is still the same, he doesn't use magic weapons, he doesn't use magic weapons, and he fights directly in the flesh.

"It's still a strong body, and it's able to resist my fighting stick method, okay, great, I can finally have a big fight!"

The little ape king was excited, yelled and yelled, and then the golden light was all over the body, and the majestic metal sharp qi machine was displayed, the Tao rhyme was pervasive, among the five elements, the golden line was the most strong and sharp immortal, and the way of the little ape king's cultivation was the way of the golden line, and now seeing Wang Gan's strength, he finally began to burst out of his true strength.

The exercises he practiced, called the Fighting Sacred Scripture, are the inheritance exercises in the Fighting God Ape family, which are powerful and domineering, and are real combat techniques.

Therefore, the fighting god ape clan is a famous fighting race, and every clan is a warrior, a strong warrior, and a warrior of the enemy.

Yikes!

The little ape king shouted, the large area of golden light was brilliant, the blood was like wolf smoke, the powerful power breath was earth-shattering, and the mixed iron rod in his hand, I don't know what kind of soldier it was, now it became more and more dark.

Whew!

One by one, Jing Miao stick technique was unfolded in his hands, and each stick shadow contained huge power, a kind of qi machine that broke the army and split the mountain, which was terrifying!

Wang Qian was also attracted by this kind of fanatical battle intent, his blood was boiling, and the amount of blue light of the nine-turn divine body was bright, and his body surface seemed to be wearing a layer of green sè divine armor, mighty and majestic, ancient and vast.

Boom Boom Boom~!

The two of them had a big battle, the air was constantly exploding, and the golden and blue light was completely distorted together.

The little ape king became more and more fierce, and entered a crazy artistic conception, every stick shadow down, can smash mountains and rivers, Wang Gan's arm is like a knife, like a gun, like a sword, all kinds of wonderful martial arts are displayed in his hands, and he can completely resist the attack of the little ape king.

This kind of fierce and exciting battle shocked the young people of the demon clan who were watching the battle from the periphery.

No one would have thought that Wang Qian, a human monk, was so strong that he was even more powerful than the demon clan, what a subversion of common sense, you must know that in the cultivation world, the body of the demon clan monk is the most powerful, and their most powerful means of attack and killing are also their own flesh and body.

It is conceivable that at this moment, everyone was surprised by Wang Gan.

The little ape king's big stick came like cháo water, Wang Qian was a reef that was immortal for hundreds of millions of years, and even from the beginning of the battle, his feet did not move a moment, his hands waved, and his arms like divine iron constantly blocked the shadow of the stick.

The battle became more and more intense, dozens of rounds later, the platform was already a storm, smoke and dust, violent air currents distorted and collapsed in it, the light became blurred, no one could see what the battle was like now, the only thing that was certain was that this battle, absolute blood, absolute strength, absolutely had to meet the appetite of the young people of the demon clan.

A large number of cheers sounded, and the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains seemed to be about to soar, and the rolling sound waves gathered together, and I don't know how many great demons who were cultivating were alarmed.

The little ape king roared again and again, and finally his whole body swelled violently, and even his body became taller, the muscles were knotted, and the golden hairs were as tough and indestructible as if they were golden threads, and the rich blood and qi burst out, and the whole body seemed to become an indestructible battle body cast in gold.

Fight the Blessed Sacrament!

Battle supernatural powers, fighting holy bodies, at this moment, the number of cells in the body of the little ape king was expanding, the power in the depths of the blood began to emerge, and the golden light in his eyes became more and more intense. 、

The little ape king in this state has increased his combat power by half.

His strength just now was the appearance of more than twenty yuan force units, but at this moment, it definitely reached fifty yuan force units, he shook slightly, and the void was trembling, as if this side of the space could not withstand his pressure.

Although the surrounding air currents were turbulent, entangled and distorted, almost chaotic and turbulent, Wang Gan's eyes still lit up, and he clearly felt the pressure brought by the little ape king to himself, which was definitely a force that could be evenly matched.

One stick to fix the country!

Break the mountains and rivers with a stick!

A stick is divided into life and death!

Crack the world!

The mixed iron rod in the hand of the little ape king suddenly became thicker, like a rafter, and four stick shadows were shot out in a row, the vast Dao rhyme qi machine was diffuse, the power of the side was surging, and the artistic conception contained in the stick method was almost interpreted by him to the extreme.

Rivers and mountains, mountains and rivers, life and death, heaven and earth, several battles, and all battlefields are all shown in these sticks.

"Good!

Wang Qian shouted, at this moment, he finally knew that this little ape king's fighting stick method was really a peerless stick method, and his combat power was overwhelming.

With a move in his heart, he also showed all his strength, his thinking was vast, and he was suddenly connected to the mysterious sea of bitterness, and he was captured and perceived by him, and then played a peerless palm technique that he had been figuring out during this time.

Bitter massive, measure the palm of God!

Wang Qian's thoughts were everywhere, and the surging power was like a sea of bitterness on the side, vast, drowning the Three Realms and Six Realms. In the inch of flesh and blood, the dense nine-turn runes flashed with mysterious brilliance, and in an instant, the palms of his two arms became the size of a grinding plate.

In this case, it is also that he has comprehended the Nine Turns Rune, imprinted in every inch of flesh and bones, and cultivated himself to a profound point, as if the number of particles is composed of crystals, which can be changed at will, expanding and shrinking in one thought.

However, now his comprehension of the Nine Turns Rune is still not deep enough, the power contained in his body is not sufficient, and he has only refined a pair of arms, as for other places, he naturally does not have this ability.

But even then, it's already scary.

Airplanes!

Wang Gan's huge palm, I don't know how many palms are punched between his fingers, overlapping, marginal, and exhaustive, which is exactly the meaning of his divine palm.

Boom Boom!

Wang Gan's huge palm was a pair of peerless divine soldiers, and every time it collided with the little ape king's mixed iron rod, it was as if it was a star impact, and a large area of flames burned in the void.

The little ape king was so shocked that he couldn't do it, all of a sudden there were only Wang Gan's two arms left in his eyes, the green light was swirling, rich as water, and there seemed to be endless runes flickering in it, every time the palm of his hand bombarded his mixed iron rod, he felt his arm tremble, even with the strength of the fighting holy body, Dufa completely undertook this heavy pressure, it was incredible.

Crash Crash!

After thousands of impacts, the little ape king's teeth were a little loose, his heart was beating violently, and his blood veins were completely boiling.

"How is this possible? Your strength is even stronger than my Fighting Holy Body, and your physical body is even stronger than my physical body, this is unreasonable!"

The little ape king roared loudly, as if a weak little girl had met a mighty man, and he couldn't be wronged.

Wang Qian laughed, during this period of time, his Measuring Divine Palm had gradually matured, and its lethality was getting bigger and bigger.

Rumble!

The amount sinks!

The sinking seal in the Bitter Sea Seal was integrated into his Measuring God Palm, and it was transformed into a world-beating palm technique, and it was killed with one palm.

Dense and vast, the chains of the end, sinking, the artistic conception of despair, and the vague shadow of time and space of a green sè are deduced under this palm.

The little ape king screamed miserably, and his mixed iron rod could no longer withstand the power of this move, and was directly collapsed.

Swish!

The golden light dimmed, and the little ape king's swollen body also returned to an ordinary level, and he dispersed the Fighting Holy Body Divine Power.

Failed, the little ape king was defeated in the hands of Wang Gan!

Looking at this strange scene in front of him, I don't know how many young demon clans on the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge collectively lost their voices.

"Ahem, Wang Gan, what kind of Xuan Gong you are cultivating can actually use your body to fight against my mixed iron rod, and when I perform the fighting stick method, how is this possible!"

The little ape king just couldn't withstand Wang Gan's huge force just now, and he didn't suffer any damage, and with the degree of tempering of his physical body, it was not easy to get hurt, after a few breaths, he was completely relieved, and he came to Wang Gan's side, amazed, and seemed to be very incomprehensible.

In this case, Wang Qian had just convinced the little ape king, a battle maniac.