"Poof!"

When his fist touched the long sword, he saw Lu Xuankui's complexion change, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and held the sword backwards!

"Pseudo-supernatural powers!"

"What a powerful pseudo-supernatural power!"

Above the clouds, all the peak masters were surprised, this time the martial arts seemed to be more high-end than before, and the pseudo-magical powers that should have been used by real people in refining the law appeared three at once!

The expression of the Xingfeng Lord moved slightly, and Wang Buer's punch was obviously more powerful than the Cangsong Ghost Vine Entanglement.

In fact, the pseudo-magical powers used by these disciples are also strong and weak, for example, Wu Xuanji's sword peak is thousand-split, which is entangled in the pine and ghost vines, and Wang Buji's punch is obviously even better.

"It's pseudo-magic again. Lord Qi Lefeng's expression moved, thoughtful.

Generally speaking, pseudo-supernatural powers, under real people, cannot be used, because you have no mana.

However, if you can use it in the Peiyuan Realm, you need at least two conditions, one is that the cultivation is sufficient to reach the high-level Peiyuan Realm, and the other is that it is different from ordinary people, and then the understanding is amazing.

The eyes of the Lord of Qi Le Peak flashed slightly, others didn't know that his apprentice Wu Xuanji was actually born with a sword body!

And Lu Xuankui, the family power behind him is strong, even stronger than the Futu Sect, his own bloodline is strong, and it is reasonable to be able to make pseudo-supernatural powers.

It's just that this king is not the second, and he can actually make it, which is very unexpected, is this son really a dragon clan and has a real dragon bloodline?

All the peak masters had different thoughts at the moment, but without exception, in their hearts, Wang Buji was truly listed as one of the rising stars of the Futu Sect.

This son, among all the true disciples, can be ranked among the top three!

Leng Xuejiao was really a little surprised at this time. She, the junior brother, how many hole cards are still hidden!

Elder Luo on the side had a gloomy face, he smelled a strong aura of danger, if he didn't get rid of this son, it would be difficult to sleep and eat!

In the ring.

"Hmph! The junior brother turned out to be a half-demon body, which was really unexpected. Lu Xuankui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his beautiful face was very gloomy, and he said calmly, "So, no wonder senior brother." ”

"Hiss......"

With a hiss, Lu Xuankui was full of energy, and the clothes on his upper body instantly shattered, revealing the fair skin and streamlined muscle lines inside.

However, the point is not this, I saw that the upper half of Lu Xuankui's body was coiled with a white tiger tattoo, but it seemed to be a little incomplete, only the head and the small half of the body, but the eyes were fierce and seemed to be exuding a faint blood light, looking like a living thing!

Wang Buer's face changed slightly, and his eyes were tingling from the white tiger tattoo, and he sniffed out a strong and dangerous aura from this tattoo.

"Sure enough, the White Tiger Protoss. Above the clouds, the Lord of the Punishment Peak looked like he was expecting, and said slowly.

"I didn't expect that with the domineering bloodline of the White Tiger Great Venerable, there were also descendants of the Wood Heavenly Spirit Root. The Qi Le Peak Lord seemed to have seen something surprising, and his mouth was full of amazement.

"I'm afraid, this son came to my Futu Sect, I'm afraid he has other plans. "The Spiral Lord is not without concern.

"You mean......" A glimmer of light flashed between Qi Lefeng's eyes.

"These are all things to teach, so I don't have to worry about them. The Xing Peak Lord shook his head, interrupted the Qi Le Peak Lord's words, looked at the ring on the ground, and said slowly, "The bloodline of the Dragon Man Royal Clan, the White Tiger Divine Clan, I don't expect that among the true disciples of my Futu Sect, it is actually the Dragon and Tiger Gathering. ”

The exclamation of the peak masters was not expressed for the time being, and in the ring, the white tiger god pattern on Lu Xuankui's body flashed with scorching brilliance, and his momentum was compelling.

Wang Fuji Long is as powerful as a prison and as immobile as a mountain, but in his heart, it is unprecedentedly dignified, because the voice of the Fire Spirit Dragon sounded in his ears: "Master, be careful, this guy is the White Tiger Divine Clan, born with a divine pattern, and his combat power is extraordinary." ”

"Hahaha! I didn't expect that what Senior Brother is good at is not swordsmanship!" Wang Buer laughed loudly and exclaimed, his eyes looked at the scorching white tiger tattoo on Lu Xuankui's body, and his face was solemn.

This White Tiger Divine Clan, although it has the word White Tiger, is not a Bailing Clan, let alone a Divine Beast Clan, but a pure human race.

This clan, because of the appearance of the great venerable of the god realm on the ancestors, has a strong bloodline, can be inherited, born with a god pattern, and calls itself a god clan!

The Protoss is based on the family unit, and its power is stronger than the five major sects, but most of them are hidden and less known.

These thoughts flashed through Wang Buer's mind.

"Senior brother is not bad, such a pure dragon power is actually the bloodline of the dragon royal family! What he is best at is actually boxing! It is very unexpected for senior brother. Lu Xuankui snorted and said coldly, "However, in front of my god clan, they are all local chickens and dogs!"

Before the words fell, I saw that the white tiger god was shining brightly, and Lu Xuankui's whole person seemed to turn into a white tiger, rushing towards Wang Fujihu, and between actions, there seemed to be a tiger roar!

"Compared with strength, I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Wang Buer laughed, his body shook, and the sound of a dragon's groan sounded, and his huge body was like a bulldozer, rolling towards Lu Xuankui!

"Boom!"

With a roar, a pure physical attack, the ring seemed to tremble!

"Hehe, White Tiger Divine Clan, the strength is really not small!" Wang Buer's dragon claws grabbed Lu Xuankui's arms with a flickering divine light, and said with a sneer, "However, compare your strength with me and find death!"

Before the words fell, Wang Buer's thick dragon arm suddenly became thicker again, and he fell over the shoulder, smashing Lu Xuankui into the ring!

"Boom!"

There was a huge roar, and the ring trembled!

Pig Po Long is the darling of the earth, on the earth, invincible, that body of strength, can carry the mountains!

In the ring, the roar is endless, and the ring made of diamonds is shaking endlessly!

Wang Buer is like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, his whole body exudes a brutal and fierce aura, and the dragon is terrifying!

Lu Xuankui was treated like a human ** stick, smashing around in the ring!

Offstage, there was silence, such a shocking battle, such a fierce strength, and a strong visual impact, everyone was stunned.

In the ring, Wang Buji was stunned, and suddenly, a strong sense of crisis made his heart skip a beat, and he made a decision immediately, and his hands were loosened, and Lu Xuankui was thrown away.

"Reckless!"

A sarcastic snort sounded, and I saw that the white tiger divine pattern of Lu Xuankui, who was thrown out, was released, and it seemed to turn into a white light, and it turned incredibly in the air, and it actually rushed towards Wang Fuji again!

The dragon became the wind from the cloud tiger, and Lu Xuankui, who opened the white tiger god pattern, was extremely fast.

Wang Buer's face changed slightly, the ferocious attack just now, except for the messy long hair, the other party didn't have the slightest scar!

That white tiger divine pattern flickered, and it was able to resolve the damage!

"Roar!"

With a tiger roar, I saw Lu Xuankui's hands making a seal, and suddenly, I saw the white tiger tattoo on his body suddenly shine, and among the black and white lines, the white light was sheng, and suddenly, it turned into a white long knife!

This knife is three feet and three inches, the blade is white and bright, the handle of the knife is bitten, the style is simple, the knife has not yet come out, and a sharp breath is close to Wang Fuji!

I saw that the long knife turned into a white light and stabbed at Wang Fuji's head, but before the knife reached his body, the sharp qi was already close to the door, and the skin covered with dragon scales was painful.

In the face of such a knife, Wang Buer dared to keep it, only to see that it did not move like a mountain, and smashed it out with a punch.

"Boom ......"

It seems that there is a continuous muffled roar, and the air above the fist is passed away wave by wave!

Earth Collapse Fist!

Before the fists and knives intersected, the fierce momentum had already begun to clash. One is sharp, the other is thick and collapsed, the two forces collide, and the void is shaken!

"Boom ......"

There was an extremely dull roar, and everyone in the audience felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

On the stage, fists and knives hit each other, and waves of shock rippled away, and the void shook!

"This seems to be one of the four forms of the White Tiger of the White Tiger God Clan-Killing God. Above the clouds, the Spiral Peak Lord's eyes narrowed and muttered.

"No, this son's cultivation is still low, this style, it seems that he only has the intention of killing, there is no smell of killing gods, he can only call the White Tiger Killing Knife. Lord Qi Lefeng shook his head, glanced at Leng Xuejiao in the square, and said slowly, "I don't know what luck this Qingfeng has taken, the two disciples are both amazing and glamorous, and that Wang Fuji doesn't know what kind of punch to use, compared to the punch just now, it is much more powerful, and it looks like it is on par with the White Tiger Killing Knife!"

"This punch is not passed down by my Futu Sect, and the Yishan Sect doesn't seem to have this punch, maybe it was obtained by accident by this son. The Xingfeng Lord shook his head and said lightly, "The White Tiger Killing Knife, the Nameless Fist Technique, even in the pseudo-divine powers, can be ranked among the middle grades." ”

Offstage, Leng Xuejiao stood quietly, her eyes flashing, she, the junior brother, kept her hole cards, and there was no way to guess.

On the side, the murderous intent in Elder Luo's eyes could hardly be suppressed, this son must be removed as soon as possible, otherwise, given time, I am afraid that even he will not be able to do anything.

In the ring, there was a stalemate with one punch and one knife.