HPDBC Chapter 318 Confronting the Holy Son
Chapter 318 Confronting the Holy Son
Chapter 318 Confronting the Holy Son
At the foot of the Zhongzhou Kunji Sect Mountain, a discussion meeting is being held here.
Hundreds of people gathered together, which should be extremely noisy and lively, but at this moment, there was no sound at all.
What caused this strange phenomenon was actually Wang Long's kick.
Some people may ask, is Wang Long a god?Can he have this effect with one kick?
But I want to say yes, because Wang Lung is like a god in the hearts of hundreds of people at this moment.
Can a cultivator of mortal origin kick away a gifted Son?
How can this be?
Who else can do it except God?What is Wang Lung not a god?
"Hahaha! The boss is invincible!"
Xian Ren shouted excitedly, he didn't know anything about cultivators' strength, he only blindly believed in one thing, that is Wang Long Invincible.
"why?"
Murongli couldn't accept it, he just wanted Wang Long to die, why is it so difficult?
"You're not bad."
Even Su Yuting sent a voice transmission to Wang Long, praising him for his strength.
Wang Long ignored her. She was the cause of all these troubles.
"I'm going to kill you! Let you die without a whole body!"
Wu Tong in the distance roared angrily. His aura was violent and fierce, and he finally broke out at this moment.
He didn't make a full shot just now, it was his arrogance that gave Wang Long an excellent opportunity.
And because he didn't use all his strength, he didn't admit that he couldn't beat Wang Long. Now he wanted to use all his strength to kill Wang Long quickly to save face.
"Tiandao suppresses demons!"
He didn't even wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and slapped Wang Long with his palm.
"Boom"!
The world shook, and a three to forty-meter-long palm manifested, enveloping the sky and suppressing Wang Long with a cold and murderous aura.
This cold and murderous aura made everyone feel fearful, and they all backed away, staying away from the two of them.
Wang Long also exerted all his strength at this moment. He was the same as Wu Tong, and he was in the middle stage of asking.
This was the first time he had fought against the Holy Son, so he had to treat it seriously.
Although he always felt that he was no worse than the Holy Son, he had no confidence in his heart since he had never fought against him, so he still had to be careless.
"Ding"!
An incarnation of a real immortal appeared above Wang Long, which was the performance of Ziji Immortal Sutra practiced to the extreme.
With his talent, he has already mastered this spell, and now it is extremely powerful.
With just one punch from the real immortal incarnation, this palm as big as it was defeated.
"boom"!
The upper hand had just been defeated, and Wu Tong's next palm arrived.
Wang Long himself made a move to block the palm.
"dong dong dong dong"
Wu Tong had already come to Wang Long's side, and he kept shooting around Wang Long, his palms and fists criss-crossing.
He is really strong, worthy of being the Son of God.
The power of each blow of these fists and palms exceeds the level of a normal mid-stage cultivator. He is more like a god of war, with endless power in his body.
However, Wang Lung did not lose to him. He fought with bare hands like him and easily received every attack he made.
The place where the two of them were was filled with the dazzling light generated by the explosion of spiritual power, and there were constant rumbles.
Occasionally, some escaped, splashing a piece of gravel on the surrounding mountains.
This kind of power shocked the cultivators onlookers. Most of the cultivators who came to the Dao Discussion Conference were cultivators of Wangqi state, and they rarely asked questions.
It was rare for them to see the scene where the cultivators fought, and this time it was another battle of the Holy Child class. They all held their breath and stared at the two, sighing secretly that their combat power was too strong.
The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.
These Wang Qi practitioners just know that the battle between the two is very fierce, and both of them are very strong, but those holy sons and saints are different.
They stood above the clouds, and their expressions were not very good.
Previously, they all thought that Wu Tong was careless before being attacked by Wang Long. Once Wu Tong showed his real strength, he would be able to defeat Wang Long immediately.
But this is not the case. Wang Long and Wu Tong have fought hundreds of moves, and there is no sign of decline.
"Why is he so strong?"
A holy son murmured, he couldn't understand such an abnormal situation at all.
Not only him, other holy sons and saints also have such doubts.
"I once heard disciples of our sect talking about him, saying that the reason why he was able to cultivate to the Dao state in the mortal world was because of the inheritance left by a certain cultivator." A holy son said.
As soon as he made this statement, he was immediately opposed by everyone.
"Don't we know if there is such a so-called inheritance in the mortal world?" said a saint.
"Even if there is inheritance, is it possible for him to cultivate to this level with the previous world environment?"
"Then how do you explain his situation?" the Holy Son asked again.
Everyone fell into silence, they couldn't figure out the mystery about Wang Lung.
"I don't think . . . he can't live."
Suddenly, one of them spoke.
Everyone was stunned and fell silent.
They stood in the clouds as before, looking down at all the cultivators below.
It's just that when they looked at Wang Long, they were no longer surprised, but very calm.
"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"
The battle between Wang Long and Wu Tong became more intense, and Wu Tong's murderous aura was so strong that even the wind could calm it down.
Many people below recorded the battle with their mobile phones. Some of them are anchors like Xianren. Such a wonderful and gimmicky battle must be broadcast live.
"This kid is quite powerful. He can fight my boss for so long."
Xianren started the live broadcast and kept talking non-stop:
"But it's useless. Boss is invincible. I'm just playing around with him now. I can knock him down with one move later."
There are more and more viewers in his live broadcast room, all of them are watching Wang Long's battle.
Because there are so many people here, there is no shortage of journalists who come here looking for news.
They have already written this battle as a news report, coupled with the top push, people will soon know.
"Hold the grass! 'Wang Long, chairman of the Long Group, and Heping Tianjiao saint son, Wu Tong, are fighting at the Discussion Association'? I must watch such an explosive event!"
People were completely attracted by this incident and flocked to the live broadcast room of this battle.
"These sects usually look down on us and treat us as trash. Wang Long must defeat this goddamn son of a bitch and frustrate them."
They all supported Wang Lung, and the barrage fell.
In their eyes, this is not a simple battle, but represents their ordinary people and those cultivators.
Wang Long's victory is the victory of their ordinary people.
The cultivators can no longer look down upon them, because even their holy sons have been lost to what they call "trash and rubbish".
Those cultivators also had the same idea. They stood on Wu Tong's side, expecting to see Wu Tong beheading Wang Long.
They can't accept that a cultivator who came out of mortals can be better than cultivators from these sects, which will be a shame to them.
So Wang Long and Wu Tong pushed the war to a fever pitch with the beliefs of both parties.
"boom"!
Wang Long's true immortal incarnation collided with Wu Tong, and he himself took advantage of the gap to punch Wu Tong from the other side.
Wu Tong frowned, and Wang Long's strength was transmitted into his body, shaking in his internal organs.
This feeling made him very uncomfortable, and he immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.
He pressed against the injury, and palmed the real immortal incarnation, using this to distance himself and adjust his figure.
Wang Longyi was flying with the wind, with a round of spiritual light all over his body, and an incarnation of a real fairy more than 20 meters above his head.
This scene was photographed by everyone, and his heroic appearance was frozen at this moment.
Happy Labor Day everyone!
(End of this chapter)