"Okay, okay, it's so courageous!" The owner of the Batian Pavilion smiled anxiously. Even if he failed to catch Wuming for a moment, the gap between the Great Sage and the Holy Realm was still a huge difference. He dared to be so arrogant.

"Die me!" The master of the Batian Pavilion shouted angrily. The great saint's majesty cannot be desecrated. The terrifying momentum poured into Wuming like a sea of ​​terrifying momentum. All voids turned into dust under the crushing of this momentum.

Wuming felt a terrifying aura swept over like a destruction, and thought to himself that the Great Sage is indeed a world-famous difference from the Holy Realm.

However, no matter how terrible the momentum of the Lord of the Batian Pavilion was, to him, it was just a breeze blowing on his face. Now it was no longer his original deity, but the star giant beast clone. The star giant beast clone had a profound and incredible cultivation during his lifetime. What's more, as a famous giant beast in the universe, it has its own pressure. The power of the Lord of the Batian Pavilion may have a deterrent effect to others, but to him, it is nothing.

With an extremely sharp sound of breaking through the air, the Lord of the Batian Pavilion seemed to have penetrated the space and rushed to Wuming in an instant. The masters of the Great Saint Realm had already begun to touch the edge of the law of space.

When moving, some space laws were used vaguely, so the speed was unimaginable. It was so fast that it was so fast that it was so fast that it shrank into an inch, and in an instant it rushed to Wuming.

It has simply exceeded the range that the naked eye can see.

Wuming's eyes were stunned, but he reacted in an instant. At this time, the owner of the Batian Pavilion had already swung his fist, like a ferocious beast, opening his bloody mouth and biting Wuming.

A bite of sharp teeth can crush the void!

This is the embodiment of the fist intention of the Lord of the Batian Pavilion. It is extremely powerful and not inferior to the rebirth of a ferocious beast. It is an extremely profound martial art passed down from ancient times. Since the Lord of the Batian Pavilion got it, he has become famous all over the world. He fought all the way to the Great Saint Realm, established a sect, became a ancestor, and created a huge foundation.

The name is Xingluo Demon Fist!

Faced with this boy who made him lose face again and again, he did not hold back and wanted to kill Wuming to the scum in one breath.

"Hey, it's this martial art?" Tian Mo's voice appeared in Wuming's mind, which made Wuming slightly stunned. You know, Tian Mo's active era was many years ago, and most of the martial arts that appeared after his death were unknown, but now he actually recognizes this martial art. Obviously, this martial art is also extremely ancient.

"This is an extremely profound martial art of a demon clan. I have seen a demon clan power exert it. It's so powerful that it was earth-shaking. It smashed the heavens with one punch. The master of the Heavenly Domination only got some of it, but it didn't get the essence. It's a pity. Otherwise, this martial art might have reappeared on the human race. Moreover, the human race practiced the demon clan's martial arts somewhat less compatible!" Tian Mo sighed and said, obviously feeling it was quite a pity.

Wuming was stunned when he heard this, but the movements in his hands did not stop at all. No matter whether the master of Batian got the full version of this technique, he was a great saint after all, born with infinite power, and above the holy realm. When used, he was powerful.

It was unimaginable that he also gained great reputation through this incomplete technique, so he naturally did not dare to be careless.

Wuming's hands were glowing with golden light, and it burst out in an instant, covering the air. The golden divine pattern shone. The ferocious beast rushed in directly, opened its bloody mouth, and wanted to swallow Wuming in one bite.

"Spit!" A huge tearing sound was heard, but Wuming reached into the mouth of the ferocious beast, and his hands were emitting golden light and tore it apart.

"Roar!" The ferocious beast was torn into two halves on the spot, turning into an unconscious fist intention and disappeared without a trace.

The owner of the Batian Pavilion showed a little shock. Unexpectedly, Wuming broke through directly, tearing his fist intention and cracking his attack. This was the first time he had encountered in so many years.

In the past, even if someone could block his boxing intention, no one could confront him head-on. Even if he was a great saint, there was almost no such direct breakthrough. After all, his boxing skills were too domineering, and anyone knew the principle of avoiding his sharpness.

But Wuming seemed to care less, and directly used the means of breaking all methods to break through all methods and breaking his attack. This was his usual method to crush those unqualified opponents.

But he didn't know that for Wuming, this was the most suitable method of fighting. His domineering body had reached the peak of the seventh level, and his body was incredibly strong. Even the great saint could not kill him directly with one palm.

The physical body of this star beast clone is even more terrifying. The blood slave he controlled can compete with the early stage of the Great Sage at the level of the early stage of the Great Sage at the beginning of the Great Sage. The fundamental reason is that relying on the strength of the physical body, even the Great Sage will find it difficult to hurt him.

On the contrary, he can take action without restraint and doesn't have to worry about anything at all, and he is not even afraid of the Great Sage.

The owner of the Batian Pavilion looked cold and said, "Wu Ming, I didn't expect that you would grow up so fast. Before, you were just an ant that could only escape crazily under my attack. It was not in my eyes at all. But now you dare to provoke my dignity and the dignity of the Great Sage. This is a more serious crime than killing my disciple Wang Tai!"

"Is the so-called dignity heavier than the life of your disciple?" Wuming's mouth flashed with a sarcastic smile. This is the case with the so-called superiors. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, the most important thing is life, but in their hearts, they are not even as good as a dog around them.

There are all ants under the holy realm. This sentence is widely circulated, but in the eyes of the great saint, what is the difference between the holy realm and the ants? A hundred holy realms are bound to be the opponent of a great saint.

Even though this person is his apprentice, in his heart, compared with his face, it is nothing. It is hard to say whether it is to seek justice for his apprentice for such a long time to get justice for his apprentice, or because he feels that his apprentice is killed and his face is lost.

The owner of the Batian Pavilion looked at Wuming with cold eyes, domineering, without saying anything, but he did not deny it.

Many warriors around him felt a little heartbroken when they heard this, especially many masters in the holy realm. They usually regard those warriors under the holy realm as pigs and dogs.

Like an ant, he is domineering and arrogant, but now in front of this great saint, he is like an ant.

Angry, but dare not speak.

"Ant? Do you really think of yourself as a god? Hahahaha!" Suddenly, Wuming laughed. He knew this mentality very well. When he mastered power far beyond ordinary people, he would even ignore other lives, and gradually regarded himself as a god-like figure.

"Wu Ming, you are indeed a newborn calf and not afraid of tigers. You are indeed amazing. Even I can't help but want to appreciate you. But it's a pity. At this point, no genius can see enough in front of absolute strength!" The owner of the Batian Pavilion said gloomy and coldly, and his terrible aura boiled in an instant. At that moment, it was like a peerless ferocious beast revived. Faced with Wu Ming who was constantly beyond his expectations, he finally stopped reserving it and wanted to solve Wu Ming as a tricky trouble.

"So terrible, is this the real Great Sage?" In the distance, many masters of the Holy Realm were trembling and shouting under the intimidation of the Dominating Hall Master.

Although they all know the terribleness of the Great Sage on weekdays, many of them have never really seen the Great Sage take action, and they only think that even if the Great Sage takes action, they are just better than them. Some arrogant people even think that even if the Great Sage is strong, they will not be much better than them.

But at this moment, when they saw the angry power of the Lord of the Batian Pavilion, they couldn't help but tremble, as if they had seen the gods.

Some of the weaker Holy Realm warriors could no longer bear to accept it. Even those powerful Bible warriors were struggling to support them. They did not fall down and could not change their faces. There was only a few masters of the Holy Realm. Among them, there was a young man in white robe who looked at the Lord of the Batian Pavilion without fear, and there was a faint sense of excitement in his eyes.

Not far away, Zhu Yan also ran out while the Hongqi leader was opened. Facing the momentum of the Dominican Pavilion Master who was struggling to resist, he seemed to be fine, carrying the blood of the divine beasts. He could ignore these auras at all, irrelevant or not. This is the natural noble bloodline.

Everyone had a look of horror in their eyes. They were not only looking at the owner of Batian Pavilion, but also looking at Wuming in the field. They were suppressed by the owner of Batian Pavilion just on the outside. However, the remaining power was shocked by such a terrible power. How did Wuming, who was facing the center and endured most of the pressure, hold on, especially when he looked at Wuming, who looked calm and gentle.

The deterrence of the Great Sage level has no effect on the body of his star beast.

"Boom!" The Batian Martial Arts Hall punched again, shattering the vacuum in an instant. In an instant, the Xingluo Demon Fist blasted out, which actually shattered the entire void. The shattered void swept towards Wuming with the pressure of fists.

The direction of space collapse is exactly the direction of Wuming. If it were ordinary people, the collapsed space would make him die without a burial place.

Wuming looked serious. The owner of the Batian Pavilion was the most terrifying enemy he had ever encountered since his debut. It was also the first time he had encountered a master in the Great Saint realm, a master of Gaidai who could tear him apart.
Chapter completed!