Chapter 320: The Third Punch!

Woo wow!

Blood splashed in the air and fell to the ground. Ye Wuque's figure dragged a long blood trail on the ground. With the terrible fist force that could not be removed, he hit the tower wall heavily!

Bang!

The tower wall, which was extremely hard and had been intact for thousands of years, was hit by Ye Wuque's body. Cracks appeared on it and a concave hole was directly knocked out!

Bang!

Falling from the concave hole, Ye Wuque trembled all over, his hair was messy, blood gushed out of his mouth, his internal organs were churning, and every part of his body was in great pain!

Countless bones seemed to be broken, tendons and veins were broken, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the originally bloody right fist was completely broken at this time, revealing the pale bone stubble, which looked extremely miserable.

In the distance, the old man who punched Ye Wuque away with a punch had a blank expression on his face, staring at Ye Wuque, even with a hint of ruthlessness.

"The King-killing Fist, the second of the three killing fists, requires the performer to have a clear mind, look down on everything, and be fearless. No matter who you are, even if you are a noble and unparalleled prince, you will be killed!"

"When the King-killing Fist is used, fearlessness is eliminated, and everything can be destroyed."

"Your cultivation is only at the peak of the late Spirit Realm, and you have not yet broken through the Power Realm. You are the disciple with the lowest cultivation level who has ever entered the seventh level, but this also proves your excellence and extraordinaryness!"

"Your combat power far exceeds your cultivation level, and you have continuously taken my killing fists, Fist of King Destruction, such performance made me feel a little surprised. I waited for more than 400 years to get the second trial disciple, and I was not disappointed. "

"Tell me your name, I will also record it on the gold list, so that you can become the object of admiration of future disciples. You... have the qualifications."

The old man Sansha seemed to be still immersed in his fist, with a cold expression, but the words he said represented his recognition. His eyes looked at the miserable Ye Wuque, and the admiration in them was very strong and undisguised.

"However, judging from your current cultivation, the Fist of King Destruction is your limit. The last punch of my three killing fists should wait until you have further cultivation to comprehend it. "

Then, the old man Sansha spoke again, but he made a judgment on Ye Wuque.

In fact, the fluctuation in the heart of the old man Sansha at this moment was not as cold as the surface, but full of surprise!

This surprise even exceeded any disciple who had ever reached the seventh level, and was not inferior to the five names already recorded on the gold list.

Because the young man in front of him, whether in terms of talent or comprehension, can be called a peerless genius!

His cultivation is obviously only at the peak of the late stage of the spirit realm, but the combat power he can exert is far beyond!

Even when he just threw the King-killing Fist, the young man's return punch of the general-killing fist, his deep comprehension moved the old man Sansha very much!

The old man Sansha believes that this young man must be the most dazzling genius in this era of the Holy Way of the Heavens!

But because of this, the old man Sansha also has a little regret in his heart.

"If this boy's cultivation can reach the spirit realm, it is estimated that even the last punch can barely try, but it's a pity..."

Shaking his head, the old man Sansha put away his right hand and put it behind his back.

He exists in the seventh floor in a very special way. On weekdays, he will only appear unless someone breaks into the seventh floor. Otherwise, he will always be attached to the tower spirit of the trial tower and will not be visible.

"Senior...wait a minute..."

Suddenly, the Sansha old man heard this sentence from the young man lying on the ground, and then under his astonished eyes, the young man who had obviously lost all his strength stood up again slowly.

"Huh..."

Ye Wuque, who tried his best to stand up, was panting violently. At this time, he was extremely embarrassed, bloodstained, and his face was extremely pale, but strangely, his eyes were still bright, and even flashed with a touch of surprise and excitement!

It seems that he has already understood the King-killing Fist that the Sansha old man just blasted out.

Buzz!

With a thought, Ye Wuque endured the severe pain all over his body, and a strong and vigorous golden red blood energy came out of his body and lingered around him!

The moment the golden red blood energy appeared, Ye Wuque's terrible injuries seemed to have improved, and he was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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After being tempered by the three flesh furnaces on the fifth floor, especially the blood of Asura in the last golden furnace, the golden red blood in Ye Wuque's body has exploded!

The golden red blood that has never been tempered before is now reverberating with huge power, thick, vigorous, and strong!

It is rapidly nourishing Ye Wuque's whole body, bringing him precious and incomparable power!

"Huh? Such a strong blood power, it is still with a faint golden color! It seems that it is naturally vigorous, and the physical strength is also naturally strong. Boy, it seems that you are not an ordinary person..."

The old man Sansha lived for hundreds of years before his death. At this moment, he has been in the trial tower for thousands of years. His knowledge is naturally extraordinary.

From the young man in front of him, the old man Sansha felt a kind of mystery, as if the young man was shrouded in a layer of fog, which he could not see through at all.

"Hoo... Senior, I'm still okay... Please teach me... The last punch of the Three Killing Fists!"

Ye Wuque's eyes were bright, and he bowed deeply to the old man who had killed three people!

Although his voice was a little weak, it was extremely firm, like an immovable mountain, unshakable.

The old man Sansha didn't say anything, but just looked deeply into the eyes of the young man opposite him.

Finally, the old man Sansha smiled.

"Okay, since you are not an ordinary person, then the standards of ordinary cultivators naturally cannot be applied to you. If you insist on this, then I will become all of you."

As soon as the voice fell, the smile on the corner of the old man Sansha's mouth disappeared, and the whole person's momentum changed again in an instant!

It was not how magnificent it became, how murderous it was, but it became deep and dark, as if it had lost any sense of existence, hiding all its own breath, making people inexplicably forget his existence.

This change in momentum immediately made Ye Wuque feel like he was facing a great enemy, and his pupils shrank violently!

Terrible! Horrible! Dangerous!

Will definitely die!

These are the four words that suddenly emerged in Ye Wuque's mind!

But he immediately slapped his cheeks heavily with both hands, forcibly driving away the fear and uneasiness in his heart, and the whole person seemed to become fearless like the fist intention of the King of Destruction just now!

Buzz!

The golden red blood burst out, and Ye Wuque mobilized all the remaining strength in his body, waiting solemnly, ready to take the last punch of the three killing punches of the old man!

At the same time, the voice of the old man of three killings sounded again, this time, low and slow, like the buzzing roar of an ancient tiger.

"The three killing punches created by this old man, the first punch is the fist of killing the general, the fist is domineering, tragic, and tenacious; the second punch is the fist of destroying the king, which emphasizes fearlessness, fearlessness, and everything can be destroyed!"

"And this third punch, the fist is initially deep, dim, and not revealed, as if losing everything, but once the fist bursts out, it is boundless and vast! This punch represents a stone-breaking, a bolt from the blue! Once a punch is thrown, there is no return, no way back, and everything is cut off. It's either you or I!"

"This punch is called... Slaughter the Emperor!"

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