Chapter 1127 Wu Wu No. 2

"What temperature is this?"

Lu Wenhou's eyes widened. He had never felt such a terrifying heat before. It was as if he was approaching the sun. He was so close that he was like a moth to a flame.

A terrifyingly hot flame instantly enveloped his whole body, as if it would evaporate all the water on his body completely, and the soil on the ground was instantly evaporated, turning it into a dry land without any moisture.

If it goes on like this, he will definitely be roasted to death by the fire and turned into a mummified corpse.

Even his ghostly body seems to be unable to resist this hot energy, as if this heat can instantly burn his ghostly power and melt his energy.

"Hurry up!"

Out of the instinct of a warrior, Marquis Lu Wen immediately wanted to give up the Fang Tianji in his hand and moved backwards. He had to keep a certain distance from this dangerous character.

But it was too late, Xia Ping shot in vain at this moment, the void was a punch, a shake, a shock!

This fist is a fist of flame formed by the condensed flames, like a blow from the god of fire, as fast as thunder.

"not good!"

Lu Wenhou's face changed greatly, he felt a fatal crisis, and with a thud, he felt that his abdomen was penetrated by a flaming fist, even the defensive power of the ghost body could not resist.

Even in his abdomen, a large amount of flames appeared, and the body seemed to be melted into molten slurry in an instant, and every inch of flame power covered every cell in the body.

And he felt this flame energy, and even started to burn his soul.

boom!

Lu Wenhou showed a painful expression, his body could not resist it at all, he flew out in midair, pierced his abdomen, and flew directly, flying for dozens of kilometers.

Even the flames wrapped his whole body, and as he flew, it was consuming his body little by little, from a few meters high, then two meters high, one meter high, and then the size of a watermelon, burning continuously.

After he flew for dozens of miles, the entire body of the ghost was finally burned to ashes by the flames, and when the strong wind blew, he disappeared into the virtual battlefield.

"I-I lost?!"

In the next second, Lu Wenhou's soul returned to his body, sweating profusely, his eyes showed a hint of shock, as if he did not expect to lose the game so quickly.

With just one blow, the opponent pierced through his abdomen, and the flames that emerged from the depths of hell also burned his body completely clean in an instant.

Even if he wanted to resist, there was nothing he could do. It was an instant kill, which was extraordinary.

"I can't even resist my ghostly body, what kind of flame power is this?" Lu Wenhou was very shocked. He originally thought that by relying on the ghostly body, he could swept away all enemies and was invincible.

Unexpectedly, when he came to the Qiankun faction, he encountered such a terrifying monster. With just the cultivation of the Zifu, he could leapfrog the challenge, making him unable to fight back.

"I won't admit defeat. Next time, I will definitely beat you."

Although he lost the game, Marquis Lu clenched his fists tightly and did not lose heart. Instead, his eyes were full of fighting intent. This is the son of the Lu family. The more you fight, the stronger you will never admit defeat.

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"The game is over, Xia Ping wins."

At this moment in the virtual world, there was a mechanical voice in the air, the system determined that Lu Wenhou and others were all eliminated, and Xia Ping won the game.

With a swoosh, Xia Ping also left the virtual world, and his soul returned to the body.

"My God, what happened just now?!"

"With just one blow, he actually defeated Marquis Lu Wen and pierced through his ghostly body. It was too violent."

"What kind of physique is this, and why is it so scary? Even ghosts and gods can't resist it."

"I don't know, but I am sure that the power is absolutely terrifying. Even across the screen, I can feel the power of this flame to destroy everything. It is simply born for destruction."

"Yes, the bodies of ghosts and gods are burned to ashes by the flames. Fortunately, this is in the virtual world. If it is in the real world,

I am afraid that Lu Wenhou was already beaten to death by a punch. "

Many Qiankun Sect disciples were stunned. They originally thought that the two sides would continue to fight for 300 rounds, until the two sides had no strength, and then the winner would be decided.

But where did they expect that with just one blow, Xia Ping would destroy Lu Wenhou, which was far beyond their expectations.

"Wait, if Lu Wenhou lost the game, wouldn't that mean Xia Ping won? One defeated ten?!" Someone heard the voice of the virtual system and immediately thought of this question.

"Yeah, the battle was so intense just now that I almost forgot that Xia Ping was fighting ten one just now."

"My God, this can win, it's a monster at all."

"It can only be said that it is worthy of being a saint's disciple. It is worthy of the name. We can't compare at all."

"No wonder even the sage of Beiming made an exception and personally recruited him as a closed disciple. There is no doubt that this is the seed of a sage."

"After this battle, who would dare to question Xia Ping, there is no doubt that he is the number one freshman."

"Is it just a freshman? It is estimated that it will not be long before the status of the brothers and sisters will be threatened."

Many disciples of the Qiankun faction were completely convinced. Martial arts and literature were different. Literature was not the first, but martial arts was not the second.

Because martial arts are strong or not, you will know after one fight. If you are weak and want to steal chickens and play slippery in fierce and dangerous battles, it is impossible.

Nothing could convince each other's strength gap more than fighting.

Before, someone said that Xia Ping was arrogant to fight ten, but now no one dares to say this, the iron-like facts prove this, no one can match, this is not a lie.

Many brothers and sisters of the Qiankun faction have flickering eyes, and they also feel the danger of latecomers. Although Xia Ping is only in the Purple Palace Realm now, it will be a matter of time before he is promoted to the Ruyi Realm and the Divine Ability Realm.

"It's too embarrassing to lose one out of ten."

"It's not wrong to lose. Even Marquis Lu Wen who mastered the ghost and spirit body was beaten to death with one punch. We are not wronged to lose."

"It's true, but if we continue like this, we will still lose. Are you willing?"

"Of course I'm not reconciled. What about the saint disciples? We're not just trash who can only watch that guy's back move forward."

"Next time, in the next battle, I will never lose so badly."

Kuer and others all clenched their fists and gritted their teeth. As geniuses from many planets and major families, they have been invincible since childhood. How could they have thought that they would encounter such a big setback when they came to the Qiankun faction.

It's impossible to make them submit just by losing a battle.

They all got up one by one, planning to practice, they must catch up with the monster Xia Ping, and never give in.

"This year's disciples are really good."

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