Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Gun Pointed First

Sun Wukong's voice sounded on the battle platform, it seemed to be everywhere, but he was nowhere to be seen!

Zhang Fan's consciousness bloomed, and he suddenly looked overhead.

Sun Wukong's figure is impressively above his head!

I saw him standing in the void, his breath rolling, looking down at Zhang Fan on the battle platform. The terrifying momentum made Zhang Fan's expression instantly become very ugly.

It was the breath of the late stage of the Ninth Soul Gathering Realm, Sun Wukong, Jing broke through the shackles that Jiang Tian had laid on his body, and he also broke through.

Sun Wukong's aura gradually dissipated, his figure slowly fell to the ground, and he glanced at Jiang Tian and the others on the Dharma Elder Seat, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Thinking of the moment before, Sun Wukong was also a little afraid in his heart.

What Jiang Tian left on him was a spiritual power, which not only blocked the meridians and hindered the operation of the spiritual power, but also locked his joint acupoints.

And Sun Wukong, at the last moment, the aura of heaven and earth absorbed by the power of Hongmeng on its own reached its limit. was like a fierce tiger, but he controlled Jiang Tian's power in one go, and broke through with his strength, and also avoided Zhang Fan's fatal blow.

Feeling the sarcasm at the corner of Sun Wukong's mouth, when he saw the breath on Sun Wukong's body, Jiang Tian and the others' faces became ugly, and his strength not only did not completely trap Sun Wukong, but also made him break through.

How ironic is this?

"Yay・・・・・"

In the crowd of martial arts arenas, Yue Shan and others shouted excitedly.

As soon as the elders of the Loyal Dao Sect were concerned, their brows finally relaxed!

Bai Ming looked at the battle platform with his hands in his hands, his face returned to indifference, and the stone in his heart was put down!

Caixia in the corner of the martial arts arena, her pretty face is also relaxed, still as cold as frost.

"This little brother, it's really surprising to me!" Lan Shan looked at the battle platform, and the smile on her charming face was moving.

Compared with everyone, Zhang Fan was extremely angry in his heart, and he missed the opportunity to kill Sun Wukong.

How strong will Sun Wukong, who has broken through to the late ninefold stage, be?

Zhang Fan, can you still stop him? Everyone in the martial arts arena is looking forward to it!

"Monkey King..."

Zhang Fan shouted angrily, his body trembled, and he rushed towards Sun Wukong with a sword.

Half an hour is coming, and he will use the spiritual power raised by the borrowing pill to run out, and before that, Sun Wukong must be killed!

Sun Wukong retracted his gaze and looked at Zhang Fan who was rushing towards him, his breath suddenly moved, and the momentum of the whole person became violent and bloodthirsty. With a slash of the spear in his hand, a proud voice came out of his mouth.

"Kill all the jackals in the world!"

The spear turned into a huge shadow of a gun, exuding a terrifying killing momentum, and crushed towards Zhang Fan.

In order to improve his cultivation, Sun Wukong has been able to use the Earth Evil Stick Method, the seventh move!

'When'

When the two soldiers met, Zhang Fan's face suddenly flushed, and he clearly felt that the huge power coming from Sun Wukong's spear was comparable to him who took the Borrowing Pill!

'Ugh'

Zhang Fan snorted in his mouth, and his body was shocked by the power of the spear to the edge of the light curtain, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Now that Sun Wukong has cultivated in the late stage of the Ninth Fold, his strength is not worse than that of the people at the peak of the late Ninefold Period, and with the blessing of the seventh move of the Earth Demon Stick Method, even if he is not inferior to Zhang Fan who has taken the Borrowing Pill.

"Seven Killing Array, Extinguish!"

Before Zhang Fan stood still, Sun Wukong's indifferent voice sounded again.

Sun Wukong waved his spear, and on the head of the spear, seven magic patterns erupted.

The Seven Killing Array is the array of attack patterns given by Bai Ming.

Originally, Sun Wukong wanted to wait for Zhang Fan to exhaust his strength and use it again, but after breaking through to the late stage of the Ninth Soul Gathering Spirit, there was no need to wait!

The seven magic patterns contained Sun Wukong's spear momentum, and after leaving the gun, they all turned into seven terrifying cold spears, exuding an astonishing killing momentum and attacking Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan's eyes flashed with fear, and the heavy sword in his hand slashed out Dao Changhong, facing the cold spear.

'Bouncing and bouncing'

Zhang Fan swung his heavy sword and defused several cold spears.

But with each blow, Zhang Fan's face became even more flushed.

'When'

Just listen to the crunch of the card rub.

The power of the fifth cold spear shattered Zhang Fan's heavy sword and turned it into two.

'Poof'

The sixth cold gun hit Zhang Fan's chest.

"Ahh

Zhang Fan screamed, and at the last moment, he avoided the seventh cold gun.

Sun Wukong stared at Zhang Fan, and several lines of the spear in his hand had already been depicted, and the momentum was rolling!

"Sun Wukong, I will die with you!"

Zhang Fan roared angrily, his figure pounced on Sun Wukong, and on the palm of his hand, it turned into the strongest blow, and a faint golden light flickered.

Just now, in order to dodge the seventh cold spear, the effect of the borrowing pill on his body had been exhausted in advance, and he didn't have much spiritual power left.

However, a low-level cultivator doesn't even have the ability to blow himself up, and the unwillingness in his heart is that he can only fight with his life!

This palm is also the final blow he can do!

"Just you?"

Sun Wukong drank proudly, his figure jumped up, and the spear in his hand was waved domineeringly. More than a dozen magic patterns, accompanied by the seventh move of the Earth Evil Stick Method, turned into the strongest blow.

The magic pattern and the gun's momentum converged together, exuding an extremely terrifying killing momentum, blasting towards Zhang Fan, and the entire platform turned into debris along the way.

Before Zhang Fan approached Sun Wukong, the terrifying offensive stopped him, and with the momentum of devastating, it instantly crushed Zhang Fan's final blow and shattered the last hope in Zhang Fan's heart.

"Ahh

Zhang Fan's screams resounded through the battle platform, and although the offensive submerged Zhang Fan's body, he still went all the way forward and hit the light curtain.

'Stuck Eraser'

There was another crisp sound, and a crack appeared in the light curtain.

'Buzz'

The cracks in the light curtain increased, and then they shattered and dissipated into the air.

Zhang Fan's screams spread throughout the martial arts arena for a long time.

Sun Wukong stood with a gun, with a cold face, with incomparable perseverance and perseverance.

"Good emptiness..."

Countless people cheered in the entire martial arts arena, and the elders of the Loyal Daoist Sect were even more smiling.

Sun Wukong, the dark horse, actually defeated Zhang Fan and won the first place.

In this game between the two factions of the Daomen Academy, the Loyal Daoist faction won.

Countless people were also silent in their hearts, and the invincible Zhang Fan died under Sun Wukong's gun like this.

On the elder seat, the old man who had stopped the dispute between the two factions before, also had an inexplicable smile on his face, and he was obviously very satisfied with this result!

"This year's newcomer is the first, Sun Wukong!" The somewhat excited voice of the Dragon Descending Daoist sounded and spread throughout the martial arts arena.

"I have an objection, Han Bang and Xiao Long can still fight, and Sun Wukong is not the first!" Jiang Tian suddenly spoke, making countless people stunned.

"Don't you know the rules of the previous rookie competition?" the Dragon Descending Daoist sneered.

"Rules are dead, people are alive!" Jiang Tian said unrelentingly.

The Dragon Descending Daoist looked at the old man and said, "Uncle Elder Teacher, look at this Jiang Tian, Jing is so arrogant and unreasonable?"

The identity of this old man, even the dragon descending is to be called uncle.

The old man shook his head, glanced at Jiang Tian and the others, and said lightly: "Rules are rules, not to mention, your people may not dare to fight!"

Hearing this, Jiang Tian swept to the bottom of the battle stage, where Han Bang and Xiao Long stood side by side.

Sun Wukong observed this scene on the elder's seat with cold eyes, and proudly swept towards Han Bang and Xiao Long under the battle stage, and said, "If you want to fight, I, Sun Wukong, don't mind giving you a chance!"

PS: Thank you for the tips of book friends, Glutinous Eyes, Burning Fire 5, Sand Fool, and Monkey King. (I really think, my grandfather can recover his health and then I will write two chapters of the story to you every night after work, the great sage, the great sage,,,,)