Han Tongwen's eyes have always been on Wukong, Wukong originally wanted to ask who was willing to take down Han Tongwen for him, but looking at Wu Daotong's appearance, they didn't mean to make a move, and snorted coldly Wukong decided to end this farce himself. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoEven if the current scene is beyond Wukong's expectations, the ending will still not change, because the Qi Sect does not have a martial saint who can match him. Looking at Qiao Song Han Tongwen who was tied to the pillar, he couldn't bear it anymore, and the people around him had already started their fierce battle, and he should also make a move. Han Tongwen's hand pressed on the sword, and the shot was only for a moment, and a slash flashed in the bright light aimed at the wooden stake that bound Qiao Song, but Wukong's speed was faster, and the slash dissipated in front of him. Han Tongwen drew his sword and stepped forward, since the martial arts family is good at using boxing, the thirteen swords of the Divine Gate should have a certain restraint on them, and the target of each sword is Wukong's wrist.

As the martial saint of the soft fist flow, it can be said that Wu Kong is the first person in the world in terms of melee attacks, and there are only two ways to crack Mo Zongli's incorruptible body in the world, one is the sharpest artifact in the world, the dragon's teeth, and the second is the soft fist flow! The soft fist flow has low destructive power, but it has the characteristic of ignoring any defense, and the unique spiritual power can penetrate any defense and defeat it from the inside. This is the first time that Han Tongwen has seen the horror of the soft fist flow, the subtlety of the fist method and body technique are above him, and the thirteen swords of the Shenmen were just about to stab Wukong's wrist, but Wukong punched Han Tongwen's sword at a faster speed. Even through the Cangyun Sword, Han Tongwen's blood was boiling, and the whole person fell out, and there was a sharp pain in his chest. Everyone can see that Han Tongwen is not Wukong's opponent at all, and the absolute strength of the two is too far apart.

"I'm glad you're here," Wukong said.

"Maybe you'll regret it after a while," Han Tongwen said very seriously.

"Do you think you can defeat me, young man?" said Takeku with a contemptuous smile on his face.

"You should have heard that I defeated the Dark Pope in the Roman Empire," Han Tongwen asked rhetorically, this matter was introduced to the Tang Martial Arts Realm a long time ago, but how could anyone believe that a Martial Sect could cross two stages to defeat a Martial Saint-level powerhouse, which was something that was difficult for even a powerful Great Martial Sect to do. The Martial Saint is a martial artist who has truly surpassed the limit, and he is also a person who is absolutely impossible to be defeated by crossing the realm, so no one has taken this rumor seriously.

"The Martial Saint who was defeated by you, I am here, you can prove it to the world, if you win Qiao Song, you take it away, if you lose, the Qi Sect will be no longer from today."

"Then don't regret it!"

Han Tongwen's true qi was already converging, constantly stimulating another power in his body. In order to defeat the Dark Pope during the Roman Empire, Anthemo used his strongest power to forcibly activate his true qi with his time ability, causing his power to skyrocket to the Martial Saint in an instant. Before he died, Anselmo had said that he had left Han Tongwen a big gift, and that was the second chance to use this Martial Saint-level power. The result of using this power across the level is very serious, and the time of the Martial Sect has been asleep for more than two years, although the current strength has reached the Great Martial Sect, but after this use, at least half a year after the use of force, it will not be able to use force.

I can't care so much about it now, and the reason why I didn't move until now was because it took time to activate this kind of power. Han Tongwen's eyes were extremely sharp, his hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword, and the figure disappeared in an instant the moment the sword was released.

"What's going on!" Feng Buping asked in surprise, his light skills were the best among the top ten grandmasters, but even he couldn't do it to this level.

As soon as Han Tongwen made a move, Wukong already knew that he underestimated Han Tongwen's strength, if he hadn't reached the strength of listening and distinguishing positions, I am afraid that he would suffer a lot of losses this time. Cangyun Sword is the sword of the first great martial saint Zhou Shenglong three hundred years ago, and it is not inferior to any famous sword, and all the young people who use swords in the Tang martial arts world are covered by the aura of Qin Zisang's swordsmanship achievements and forget that there was once another person, with a sword to defeat the Dongying martial arts world Juhedao descendant, by Qin Wanjian as the top of the world's kendo skills Han Tongwen.

The power of Dugu Nine Swords reappeared and naturally exerted to the fullest, and the people watching the battle on the sidelines were also dazzled, but it was a pity that Dugu Nine Swords, who had never had any defeat in close combat, was destined to break its wings this time, because Han Tongwen's enemy was Wukong. Wukong is the grandmaster of the Rouquan Stream, and unlike the Steelfist Stream, which pursues destructive power, the Rouquan Stream focuses on unparalleled boxing skills and lethality. The battle between the exquisite Dugu Nine Sword and the first punch technique today made others addicted, and Han Tongwen's body always stayed in mid-air, and whenever he was about to land, he would bounce up again with the Cangyun Sword. Wukong was not like his previous opponents who were confused by his exquisite swordsmanship, and Dugu Jiujian couldn't help Wukong at all.

Giving up the useless attack, since you can't win in terms of skill, you can only fight with power. The three swords and three swords can't be used, otherwise the identity of Night Shura will definitely be exposed in front of everyone, Han Tongwen is now Wenzong and the mountain chief, if Night Shura's identity is exposed, although it will be nothing to him, but it will be a huge blow to the reputation of Qingya Academy and Wenzong, which he can't allow. Fortunately, there are also eighteen palms of the dragon, a complete version of the eighteen palms of the dragon, known as the first fierce and indestructible in the world. Put away the Cangyun Sword Han Tongwen had a solemn expression, now he has the power of a martial saint, and he is really not afraid of facing Wukong.

"Eighteen palms of the dragon, the dragon fights in the wild"

Han Tongwen's body was like a golden dragon entwined and fierce, and Wu Kong's eyes shrank a little unclear, what was going on with this power, it was far beyond the realm of the Great Martial Sect. The dragon battle in the field is a very mysterious kung fu in the eighteen palms of the dragon, the left palm and the right palm are both virtual and real, the moves are eclectic and domineering, Wukong's figure is very soft, and he found himself in the middle of the skill when he was just about to repel Han Tongwen with a punch. The left palm that had accumulated the domineering true qi actually transferred the power to the right palm in an instant, and an unsuspecting Wukong was knocked away by a palm.

"Martial Saint!" Wu Kong's eyes looked at Han Tongwen incredulously, and an attic behind him was shattered by the aftermath of the Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon.

"Martial Saint? is actually a Martial Saint? How is this possible" The top ten grandmasters couldn't believe that the current Han Tongwen actually had the power of this Martial Saint, they had been trapped in the realm of the Great Martial Sect for nearly ten years and had not been able to break through, and a person who was only twenty-seven years old actually became a Martial Saint.

"It's absolutely impossible," Mr. Wu said.

"It is rumored that he defeated the Dark Pope, the strongest in the Dark Land, in the Roman Empire, and he can be crowned in the name of the Pope, presumably his strength will not be worse than that of the Martial Hall Master, is it true?"

Seeing Han Tongwen repel Zhenguo Martial Saint Wukong with one palm, they recalled the rumors that they tried to make a joke.

"Three years ago, he was the Martial Sect, how could he defeat the Dark Pope"

"Could it be that there is some secret method that allows him to gain the power of a Martial Saint?" Shen Cangsheng guessed.

"I've never heard of such a secret method, but it's the only explanation now."

"If Han Tongwen doesn't die, the martial family will really have big trouble in the future"

"Maybe it's a big problem now"

Ye Liu and the others also looked at Han Tongwen sideways, and the battle intent in their hearts was even stronger, maybe they were going to create a miracle today.

Han Tongwen's body was filled with domineering true qi, and the two Great Martial Sects sneaked in from behind, but Han Tongwen, who had become a Martial Saint, was not afraid at all, just a palm, without any superfluous movements, and the entire sky seemed to be still. The two Great Martial Sects felt a suffocation, and their heads were blank and they were blown away by the volley. When he dealt with the Dark Pope at the beginning, Han Tongwen didn't have the opportunity to carefully comprehend his strength, but now he found that after cultivating his internal power and entering the Martial Saint, the entire heaven and earth were so open, he could feel all the qi in the sky, and every move could get the echo of these qi between heaven and earth, and the power skyrocketed a hundred times compared to the time of the Great Martial Sect.

"You all stay away from me, I'm going to kill" Han Tongwen sent a message to Ye Liu, Qin Zisang and them.

Taking a deep breath, the sound of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending in his hand wrapped around the dragon roar resounded through the martial hall, and a piece of golden true qi suddenly exploded.

"Retreat!" Wu Kong hurriedly shouted.

It's a pity that it's too late, except for some keen Great Martial Sects, Han Tongwen defeated almost all the young disciples of the Martial Palace with one palm, and nearly a dozen or twenty Martial Sects fell to the ground unconscious, and those martial generals were even more unbearable to bleed.

"Han Tongwen, you completely me off"

"I'm just letting you go, it's all your own fault"

"Do you think you can defeat me with the power of the Martial Saint?"

"Do you think that the power of the Martial Saint can do whatever you want?" Han Tongwen was not stunned at all.

"Time by six dragons!"

This was the most destructive move among the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, and the six fierce golden dragons soared into the air, and the entire square of the martial hall was shattered. The six dragons whirled around and ran day by day, and all the buildings they passed collapsed, and the terrifying momentum came to their faces. After all, Wukong is the martial saint of Zhenguo, and he is not afraid in the face of the six-headed golden true qi dragon, the eighteen palms of the dragon descending are the pinnacle of the outer fist technique, and the soft fist flow is the essence of the inner family's spiritual power and heart method. Wu Kong bowed and moved, facing the fierce Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending, it seemed that it was just a fluttering punch, but it made Han Tongwen's true qi all collapse. Although Shi Cheng Six Dragon's moves were exaggerated, they did not have much impact on him.