Chapter 779

On the top of a magnificent holy mountain, stood a heroic man, with sword-like eyebrows, deep eyes like the sea, strong and tall, the whole person stood like a pillar supporting the sky, even the sun, moon and stars in the sky were eclipsed.

Like the master of heaven and earth, he had a kind of unparalleled spirit overlooking the world!

If you look closely, you will be surprised to find that this tall and domineering man has a bit of confusion on his face, or it can be said that... confused!

That's right, confused!

This person is the master of the Holy Martial Realm, Panlong Wusheng!

The Saint Ancestor Realm of other worlds are all acting, and they don't want to really rescue the Kunlun Realm, but Panlong Wusheng is an exception. He is willing to risk offending those super strong people and go deep into the Kunlun Realm to contribute.

As a result, after entering, Panlong Wusheng was shocked by the scene in front of him! Why is this Kunlun Realm different from what he knows? !

The training environment is better than the Holy Martial Realm where he lives, but this is not the point. The point is that the armies of the various tribes in the Nine Netherworld are actually in a situation of retreat in this world!

It is not a one-sided crushing as he imagined!

This means that the overall strength of the Kunlun Realm is qualified to compete for the first place in the Divine Court!

The question is, how could this world achieve such a huge change in just a few months?

It is ahead of the progress of countless worlds at once, catching up and then riding away!

Isn't this a bit ridiculous?

Oh no, it's ridiculous! ! ! !

It directly subverted Panlong Wusheng's cognition and made him begin to doubt the authenticity of this world.

Kunlun Realm, you make me feel so strange...

Suddenly.

A loud noise that shook the earth in the distance woke Panlong Wusheng from his confused state.

"What's going on?!"

Turning his head and looking, his pupils suddenly shrank.

What came into view.

It was a scene of a Nine Netherworld giant with a cultivation level as high as the Saint Ancestor Realm being pressed to the ground and hammered.

"Then, is that the chief of the Bone Sword Clan?" Panlong Wusheng stared at the miserable figure with mutilated limbs, vaguely recognizing the other party's identity, and exclaimed.

The Bone Sword Clan is one of the top three clans. The creatures of this race all have a natal bone sword, which gives them an innate advantage in swordsmanship.

The chief of the Bone Sword Clan is so powerful that Panlong Wusheng himself believes that he cannot defeat him!

After all, his foundation in the Saint Ancestor Realm is still shallow, and compared with such old Saint Ancestor Realm giants, he is generally at a disadvantage.

However, he saw here that the chief of the Bone Sword Clan was beaten up, and he kept wailing from his mouth. He looked very miserable, and he didn't have the posture of a clan overlord at all!

The one who beat the chief of the Bone Sword Clan was a young man with a middle-parted hair and overalls.

His moves were exquisite and smooth, and he almost broke the body of the chief of the Bone Sword Clan. The lethality was amazing.

"Hua Kun Hand!"

"Kunshan Lean!"

"Kunyu Hand Knife!"

"Ju Kun Crash!"

...

Boom boom boom~

The young man with the middle-parted hair and overalls beat the Bone Sword Clan leader to death.

The Bone Sword Clan leader's face was covered with blood, and his eyes showed deep grief and anger.

He had already run away when Xue Yan and Li Wujie started fighting, but he was stopped by a young man with a strange appearance halfway and was beaten up without saying a word.

He thought that the other party was a Saint King, and although he was injured, he could still suppress him with one hand. After all, the gap between the Saint Ancestor Realm and the Saint King Realm is very large.

Unexpectedly, the other party's strength was so terrifying that he was beaten directly from the sky to the ground. He had no power to fight back during the whole process!

The Bone Sword Clan leader had no idea that he was facing the strongest divine beast Kunpeng, and the one with the purest bloodline!

If he was in his prime, he would still be qualified to suppress it, but unfortunately he was half-crippled, and he could only be beaten unilaterally when he encountered such a situation!

Yes, this young man in suspenders is Ye Junlin's mount, A Kun!

A Kun is only half a step away from the Saint Ancestor Realm, but he is fully qualified to compete with the Saint Ancestor Realm. In addition to the six styles of Kun Fist he created over the years, his combat power is simply off the charts.

Poor Bone Sword Clan Chief, he encountered such a freak before he escaped!

"Don't, don't fight..." At this moment, he was distracted by a series of critical hits, and his voice was a little begging for mercy.

A Kun sneered: "Haha, begging for mercy is your business, beating you to death is my business, goodbye!"

As he said, he threw the last punch, which contained a tremendous power.

Boom~~~~! ! ! !

The whole world was shaking fiercely, and the momentum was very terrifying.

The Bone Sword Clan Chief was destroyed by a punch, and not even a bone residue was left, and he was destroyed very thoroughly.

A Kun let out a long sigh, stood up contentedly, clapped his hands, "Done!"

The Panlong Wusheng who witnessed this scene had a wonderful expression on his face, and murmured, "What a joke?"

He didn't know the reason, and thought that the chief of the Bone Sword Clan was beaten like this by A Kun from beginning to end.

In this case, it's no wonder that Panlong Wusheng was frightened.

"Who?!"

A Kun's hearing was extremely sharp, and he turned his head suddenly, his eyes were as blazing as two beams of light swords piercing straight.

"Oh no!"

Panlong Wusheng felt a chill on his back, as if he was stared at by some ancient beast, and his hair exploded.

"You are also a Nine Nether alien who invaded Kunlun Realm!" A Kun's face was fierce, and he instantly entered the combat state, launched and started, and punched with all his strength.

Bang!

Panlong Wusheng took the punch hard, and his body was shaken and flew backwards, and his arm was a little numb.

Sure enough, he is not an ordinary Saint King!

Fortunately, he is at the Saint Ancestor level, otherwise, he would have been blown up by that punch just now!

Even so, Panlong Wusheng felt very troubled.

What to do now?

He seemed to have been misunderstood as an enemy!

"Sir, calm down, I am Panlong Wusheng! I am the Lord of the Saint Martial Realm, and I came here to help your Kunlun Realm!"

Hearing this.

A Kun was stunned, and then said contemptuously: "Do you think I am a fool? No one helped Kunlun Realm before, but now someone helps? You must be a Nine Nether alien! Don't quibble!"

Hearing this, Panlong Wusheng seemed to be choked.

Yes!

Kunlun Realm was isolated and helpless before, where did the reinforcements come from?

Even he, but because of the support of the powerful person like Changsheng Weng in Kunlun Realm, plus the reason of Fuyao Empress, made a bold decision after repeated consideration.

If it was the case that Kunlun Realm was in trouble before, he could only watch helplessly!

"Haha, you have nothing to say!" A Kun's eyes flashed with wisdom, and he threw out punches excitedly, which made him more certain that the other party was a Jiuyou alien.

Panlong Wusheng looked ugly and had to passively resist. The whole process was not easy.

"Master! Why is it you?"

Suddenly, a familiar and surprised voice came.

It was a heroic young man in a dark purple robe, holding a mighty halberd, and was shocked to see Panlong Wusheng's expression.

"You, you are my apprentice, Ji Ba?!"

Panlong Wusheng turned his head and looked at him, his face was stunned, and he exclaimed.

He remembered that when his apprentice left, he was still a Tiansheng, but now he is a Saint King!

How long has it been?

"Huh?"

A Kun stopped his attack, looking confused.

It seems that he really made a mistake!