In March, the grassland is as new as a new crowd, gathering together to witness the final battle of the kingdom of heaven.

As soon as the host announced the start, the witch Godson instantly turned into a black shadow and rushed towards the opponent's position. With a loud bang, Prince Mountain heroically smashed into the pit.

"Shameless, this is clearly a sneak attack!"

"Yes, he should be disqualified from the game."

"Look, Prince Mountain is fine."

There were many people talking, but more were focusing on the scene. They saw that just as the moment Prince Mountain smashed out of dust, the Witch Godson continued to rush up unyieldingly. However, the golden light shone in the dust, and Prince Mountain, who activated the Vajra Glazed Grapes, had already fought back.

While breathing, the two of them fought happily.

The Vajra Glazing ** has been lost for a long time, and no one knows whether there are any flaws, but Wang Zishan has never relaxed. The Vajra Glazing has twelve martial arts styles, which amazed the world. With great perseverance, he just learned the seventh style not long ago. Even though the internal strength in the middle stage of Hedao cannot exert half of its power, he is more than enough to deal with masters below the Tiantian.

So far, there are very few people who know that the Son of the Witch is the Witch, and he hides it well. After all, ghosts harm a large number of innocent civilians, which can easily cause the knights with a strong sense of justice to come to the door. However, no matter how well they conceal, few of them are looking down on the Son of the Witch, and they are praying that Prince Mountain will soon end this annoying guy.

As if he heard the voices of everyone, Wang Zishan suddenly changed his strategy and turned offense to defense. The sharp-eyed person knew that Wang Zishan was brewing his trick.

"If you don't want to lose too quickly, you will reveal your spine."

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"The sixth style of glass; tear gold."

The witch Godson of the sixth style of Liuli has already understood the power of the witch. He was in a mess before, but this time he was unmoved and calmly pulled out the hideous sword on his spine. Then he waved it and drew out a rolling black air, surging internal force, and did not pour into the sword body.

"Middle stage of Hedao? How is it possible?"

Others just exclaimed that the son of the Witch God was hidden, but those who were informed, such as Si Quan and others, their minds were beating: The son of the Witch God was the body of the divine iron refined by Wu Zhenyueyue. His combat power exceeded that of the ordinary early stage of Hedao. The most troublesome thing was his indestructible body. Now, he can still use internal energy?

"This witch god son has also pretended too much, and is also in harmony with the Tao.

In the future, Wang Zishan hasn't lost anyone yet."

"It's hard to say, I think the two of them will be equal in line with each other."

Without paying attention to other people's simple opinions, Situ Ying was also surprised by the sudden fluctuation of internal force of the Wu Shenzi. He leaned against Si Quan's arms and asked with his eyes fixed on him: "Silang, isn't he a combination of a group of insects and a scrap iron? How can he practice internal force? Moreover, it has only been more than a month, and the practice speed is faster than mine."

"It seems that it is the effect of the soul-catching Gu!"

"Bang!!"

When the Siquan was cautious, the two sides on the field faced each other, and a loud roar of air waves swept across the audience, and the torn wind blew the grass and trees. Everyone in the field raised their hands to block the wind and sand, and even the Siquan had to use their internal force to form an air shield. Soon the dust fell, and two ragged bodies were revealed. One gold and one white, and the white one was the body that the Witch Godson had hidden before.

"Damn it, this is the strongest move in Wangzishan's history. Did the Witch Godson actually block it?"

"It's really incredible that he actually blocked the Vajra Glazed Glazed** with his flesh and blood."

"Tsk tsk, you look good, you're hiding it. Are you afraid of being targeted by a woman?"

The crowd of people who didn't know the truth were talking. Wang Zishan, the insider, was not only surprised, but also cautious. He never expected that Wu Zhen would block it.

"It is indeed a body made of divine iron as the bone and ten thousand people's essence and blood as the flesh. It's really amazing!"

"Haha, the world is so great that it is impossible for a young kid like you to imagine?"

"Haha, it's the first time someone said I'm ignorant. What I've experienced, you can't think of it no matter how long you live."

"I've learned your tricks. Try my sixth move: the soul scattered."

"Nine Ming Xuanyou of Ghost City**?"

As soon as this move was used, someone immediately exclaimed on the field.

"Yes, it's Jiuming Xuanyou in Ghost City. Even Mu Wangshu can only perform the fifth stance. Unexpectedly, an outsider practices the sixth stance."

"Is the Witch Godson a member of Ghost City? I have to wonder if I dare to be high-profile."

When others watched the excitement, Wang Zishan, who was the first to bear the brunt of the fire, was extremely vigilant. Jiuming Xuanyou** was famous. Mu Wangshu had just entered the hall when he practiced the third stance. The sixth stance must be extraordinary.

Without waiting for Prince Shan to consider, the black light of the Wu Shenzi's spine sword hit the swaying sword, and the aura of destroying the world quickly attacked out.

The Kingdom of Heaven must not fall into the hands of others. He, Wang Zishan, could not bear the consequences of failure. He immediately made up his mind and all his internal forces gathered into his arms.

The seventh style: melt inflammation.

Everything happened between lightning and flint. The people who had just been blown by the wind and sand heard the meteorite falling again. For a moment, after waves flashed, the earth shook, and a hurricane swept up the dust in the sky, and the sky and the earth changed color.

In a trance, everything became quiet and the dust dispersed again. The situation on the field was surprising: Wang Zishan knelt on one knee, and the luster on his body was difficult to maintain. In front of him, there was a human-shaped stone pit, and the son of the Witch slowly crawled out of the stone pit.

"What's going on? My body is so scattered that I'm not dead yet?"

"Is this witch god son a human or a ghost?"

At this moment, the body of the Witch God Son was covered with holes and his intestines fell all over the ground. The scene that should have been disgusting was shocked, but everyone was shocked: The Witch God Son was as if nothing had happened?

"What kind of witch god son, he is Wu Zhen."

As soon as these words were said, many people looked at each other, and Situ Ying looked at him disdainfully and continued to explain: "Have you heard of the case of the soul-catching undead in Fujiang City? Tens of thousands of people died, and Wu Zhen made a fool of himself in order to refine this body. When he went back, he would be able to recover immediately."

"What Miss Situ said is true?"

"Ha, who do you think you are? Is it worthy of my deception?"

The person Situ Ying despised was named Wang Yu, but he did not look angry at all, including the others, with bright eyes on the destitute body of Wu Shenzi.

"I really searched for it without any effort. I wanted to investigate the matter in the heavens for more than a month but failed. The culprit came to my door instead. Dear heroes, we can't let the murderous devil run away this time."

"Yes, everyone set up a formation and take him down when the battle ends."

A group of passionate young men quietly dispersed, and even Wang Yu, Tang Lun and others stood in the eyes of the formation. Situ Ying was still unmoved, but the cunning of the evil plan flashed in her eyes.

"Yingying, you seem to have misunderstood!"

After being in contact with Situ Ying for so long, when Siquan didn’t know the woman’s intention?

"Can Wang Zishan turn defeat into victory?"

"You'll know right away."

Situ Ying was dissatisfied and pinched Si Quan's arm and blamed him for the crow's mouth while paying attention to the situation on the stage. She saw that Wang Zishan would definitely be defeated and that Wu Shenshou could not be beaten to death, so she encouraged others to encircle Wu Shenshou. If Wang Zishan won in the end, then this move would be a waste of time.
Chapter completed!