Return of the War God

But immediately his eyes flashed, condensing on the name in the last column on the gold list.

"Duan Tianya, broke into the seventh floor four hundred and fifty-three years ago!"

Reading the name silently once again, Ye Wuque knew in his heart that this person called Duan Tianya was the first person other than him to break into the seventh floor in the past five hundred years as said by the old man who killed three times before.

"More than 400 years ago, according to the time, this person may not be still in my holy way! Wait...break the end of the world...the end of the world...could it be..."

Suddenly, Ye Wuque's pupils shrank and his breathing stagnated, as if he had remembered something!

He remembered that the Sect Master of the Holy Dao of the Heavens is now called... the Holy Master of the End of the World!

"Breaking the End of the World... Holy Master of the End of the World!"

Ye Wuque repeated these two names over and over again, and he had a feeling that this name was probably the same person!

The real name of the Holy Master of Tianya may be called Broken Tianya!

However, after he became the suzerain of the All-Heaven Holy Dao, his real name was gradually no longer mentioned. In the eyes of all the All-Heavenly Holy Dao disciples and the entire Northern Heavenly Domain monks, they only knew that he was the Holy Master of the End of the World.

"Only a supreme and powerful person like the Holy Master Tianya who is enough to rule the entire Northern Territory can enter the Tower of Trials in his youth! For the holy way of the heavens more than 400 years ago, the Holy Master Tianya must also be the most dazzling genius at that time. one!"

"And the remaining four people on this golden list must also be the arrogance of their respective heavens and saints in their era. They can be recorded on this golden list by the three-kill seniors for us disciples of later generations to look up to. This kind of demeanor can really be regarded as a name in history. !"

Looking at the golden list above the void, Ye Wuque's eyes became a little inexplicable, with a kind of yearning, and even hoped that he could travel to different eras of these heavens and saints to see or meet these strongest geniuses for a while!

What an exciting thing that must be!

However, the heat in Ye Wuque's eyes immediately poured out!

"Since that's the case, then today I, Ye Wuque, have to give it a try to see if I can keep my name on this golden list!"

As soon as he thought of this, Ye Wuque wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were instantly bright, and respectfully said to the three-kill old man: "Three-kill senior, I'm ready, please enlighten me!"

After hearing Ye Wuque's words, the three-kill old man nodded, his smile faded, and his face became expressionless. Immediately, his right hand was slightly clenched again, and a suffocating aura spread out faintly!

"The second punch of the three killing fists of this old man is called... the fist of destroying the king!"

The suffocating voice of the three-kill old man came out, and it seemed that as he uttered these words, his whole person instantly became one with the killing fist!

He is boxing, boxing is him!

As soon as the fist of destroying the king came out, the world turned upside down!

boom!

Ye Wuque's eyes suddenly turned black, and the killing fist attacked like a vast ocean.

Boom!

The moment the darkness went down, Ye Wuque's mind was once again in a trance. Although he had the experience of the first punch, he had always been vigilant, so as not to sink into the illusion created by the three-kill old man's killing fist, and be affected by it. , at the mercy of it.

But Ye Wuque suddenly realized at this moment that no amount of vigilance and caution is useless, because as long as you see the moment when the three-kill old man's king-destroying fist hits, you are destined to be attacked by the fist, no matter how to hide, it is also Can't escape!

This is the domineering place of the Three Fist of Killing!

"Xiyuyu!"

A high-pitched horse neigh suddenly came from his ears, and Ye Wuque suddenly realized that he was sitting on top of an incomparably beautiful and gorgeous golden dragon chariot. Eight horses with dark and shiny sweat and blood were pulling the dragon chariot, surrounded by countless people. The elite soldiers are protecting themselves!

There were several beautiful women beating her legs and pinching her shoulders around her, holding fine wine for her to enjoy, she was indescribably stable and comfortable.

He has turned into a prince who enjoys glory and wealth!

At this moment, Ye Wuque almost fell into it, and really regarded himself as a prince!

However, in the next moment!

Boom!

The dragon chariot above his head suddenly burst open, and the eight horses of sweat and blood let out a painful neigh, and then turned into eight clumps of bloody mud!

It seems to be crushed by a fearful force that fell from the sky!

"what……"

And the elite soldiers and strong generals around them who were in high spirits flew out like a mustard at the moment, their bodies burst open, and they were wiped out without any resistance!

hum!

Frightened Ye Wuque raised his head and looked up, immediately panic and despair, because he saw a blood-stained fist fall from the sky, straight towards his forehead!

"Your Majesty? One person is below ten thousand people? Noble and unparalleled? This old man slaughtered you to protect three thousand people! I will destroy your king today!"

"die!"

An extremely indifferent voice resounded, and Ye Wuque felt that his body was being held down by a terrifying fist, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers!

This fist intent... fearless, fearless, everything can be destroyed!

"Do not!"

With a shrill cry, Ye Wuque bit the tip of his tongue again, and his whole body was completely awakened by this surging and terrifying overbearing fist of destroying the king!

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the King Destroying Fist from the three-kill old man!

However, just as Ye Wuque wanted to summon all his strength to fight against him, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten all of his fighting skills and couldn't use it at all!

The only thing I remember is...a punch!

"Use the punch of the general, or you will die!"

The sound of the three-kill old man becoming extremely indifferent sounded, causing Ye Wuque's pupils to shrink, and his heart shook!

Ye Wuque instantly felt an extremely terrifying crisis, it was a catastrophe imminent, a great terror between life and death!

As if the old man of three kills said, the only thing that can resist the fist of killing the king is the fist of the general!

If you don't use the fist of killing generals, you will definitely die!

Immediately, he reacted, and the only punch he remembered was completely clear!

Thousands of miles away, take the head of an admiral!

Killer's Fist!

Domineering, brutal, tenacious!

boom!

With his right fist clenched tightly, Ye Wuque roared angrily, pouring all his strength into it, and with a big step, he desperately hit the only punch he remembered!

"The Fist of the Killer!"

Boom!

Above the void, two fists with the same source but different breaths burst out. Wherever they passed, the ripples of power continued to spread, and the surging fists rose into the sky, bombarding the tower wall, and constantly echoed out of boredom. ring!

In Ye Wuque's eyes, only his fist and the fist that killed the old man three times remained!

The fist of killing the general and the fist of destroying the king were crazily intertwined, bursting out in Ye Wuque's heart!

The next moment, Ye Wuque was struck by lightning, and blood spurted out of his mouth!