"Haha, it's wonderful, it's still Master Zhang who has foresight. This white jade dragon is a top-notch existence in Zhenguan magic weapon. Although Xue Ping can only activate one percent of the power, it's also extremely terrifying. With the help of the white jade dragon, it will be sooner or later Zhao Wushuang will be defeated."

"That's right, when the dragon locks him, it's when he loses." Several sect leaders were all human spirits, so naturally understood the benefits of the hand of the day staying in the country, so when they saw Xue Ping gaining the upper hand, they immediately applauded.

"roar……"

While everyone was talking, the dragon was approaching Zhao Wushuang, and his huge body rolled down layer by layer. Even if Zhao Wushuang's strength was so strong that he could not break free. Moreover, the dragon seemed to have the function of absorbing energy. After being entangled by the dragon, Zhao Wushuang's originally vast and majestic aura disappeared like a retreating tide, visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Xue Ping seemed extremely happy and laughed: "Haha, I didn't expect that this white jade dragon was a magic weapon used by the founder of Bai Yuchan. With your current strength, it is impossible for you to escape his shackles. Just die obediently."

Grinning at the corner of his mouth, he said proudly, Xue Ping waved the bronze tripod and smashed it towards Zhao Wushuang's head without any mercy. The bronze tripod has a thousand pounds of power. When he waved it, the sound of breaking through the air was like a drought thunder on the flat ground, and it rumbling endlessly.

"What a powerful magic weapon, even Zhao Wushuang's method of enlightenment was instantly bound. No wonder Zhang Miaohua repeatedly reminded me to be careful. However, Zhao Wushuang was really defeated like this? Why do I feel that he seems to have not done his best?" I said secretly.

"It seems that your feeling is also very accurate. Yes, Zhao Wushuang is still hiding his strength. If it weren't for this critical moment, I would have deceived me." Bai Mei said in surprise.

"boom!"

Sure enough, as soon as Bai Mei finished speaking, it seemed like a mountain collapsed, an earthquake and a tsunami, and a loud noise sounded. The battle situation on the ring changed again, and Zhao Wushuang, who was entangled by white dragons, burst into a more terrifying momentum again. This momentum rose directly into the sky, and even the clouds in the air did not dissipate.

Zhao Wushuang felt like a raging fire was burning in his body, and his momentum was almost substantial, just like a peerless overlord who ruled for generations and awakened again. His majestic momentum was desperate.

"What, how is it possible? This is the early realm of Qi Refining and Transforming God. Could it be that he had already broken through this realm and had just deliberately lowered the realm before in the competition?" All the onlookers opened their mouths and their eyes widened, with an expression of incredible belief.

"What, why is it so perverted that he has broken through the realm of refining Qi and transforming into God? How old is he? I'm afraid Cheng Dongqing was not so terrifying back then."

"That's right, Zhao Wushuang is the only young disciple who breaks through Qi and transforms into God. In front of him, no matter how powerful a genius is, it will be dull. Just like facing Cheng Dongqing decades ago, he is definitely a real king, and he is qualified to look down and crush his peers." Even though Zhao Wushuang came from Siam, all the disciples watching were shocked and surrendered.

"Oh, it turns out that he just hid his strength. Now he is released. Who can compete with the younger generation?" The leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect sighed slightly.

"Yes, although it seems that the Qi-refining God is only one level away from refining essence and qi, it is different from clouds and mud, and it is not at the same level at all. In this battle, no, this battle conference is probably without any suspense, and no one can stop Zhao Wushuang." The head of Longhu Mountain sighed.

"This is not a genius, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a monster and pervert. It is simply a ferocious beast in human skin! But, are we just watching the hand of the Heavenly Hand being snatched away like this?" The host of Qinglong Demon Subduing Temple said dissatisfied.

Not far away, the Lord of Yinlong Valley, who was still calm just now, had a gloomy face, who was sure to win.

"How is that possible?" Xue Ping was closest to the ring, with the expression most surprised, staring at her eyes, unable to believe it.

"Bang!"

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Wushuang, whose momentum had risen to the extreme, began to move. He took a step back slightly, clenched his fists, punched, and completed it in one go, simple and without any skill. But this punch burst out with unparalleled power, like a mountain collapse and cracked the earth. With a loud bang, the shackles of the dragon were instantly shattered. Wherever the fist pointed, the powerful force pressed the air and whirlwind whirled like a blade rolling over, cutting out a stubborn stone on the surface of the ring with a "scratch" of more than a half meters wide and ten meters long, and gravels splashed everywhere.

"Dong..."

A crisp bell rang out. Before Xue Ping could approach Zhao Wushuang, the fist force first hit the copper tripod he condensed. A wave of air swept across. Although the copper tripod was not broken, Xue Ping's forward body suddenly flew backwards and fell heavily on the edge of the ring.

"Huh!" Zhao Wushuang was surprised, as if he was surprised by the result.

"Haha, I'm delusional, do you know the origin of this protective copper cauldron? You want to smash it too? Overestimate yourself!" Xue Ping's face turned slightly pale, and he smiled, staring at Zhao Wushuang with a full of madness.

"Hmph, no matter what your origin is. Since I can't break one punch, I will use two punches. Two punches are not enough. Then let's see how long you can hold on."

Zhao Wushuang said indifferently and extremely domineeringly. As soon as he finished speaking, a "swish" sound shot towards Xue Ping like a cannonball.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Wushuang came to Xue Ping, and without saying a word, he raised his fist and banged it over Xue Ping's head. Although Xue Ping was powerful, the gap was too big. He had no power to fight back in front of Zhao Wushuang, so he could only allow Zhao Wushuang to attack ruthlessly. For a moment, the ring swayed, and the deafening roar was endless.

However, it has to be admitted that the Nine Cauldrons' natural luck protects the body too strong. Zhao Wushuang's fist, which could almost break the huge rock, could not break Xue Ping's protective bronze tripod. After dozens of punches, Xue Ping's face was even pale, and the bronze tripod was not even dim.

"You are a ten thousand-year-old turtle shell, how could it be so hard? But it doesn't matter. After being fisted by me for twenty punches, your breath has become weaker and weaker, less than half of your peak period. I guess you can't hold on for long, haha." Zhao Wushuang laughed and his fist fell down like a meteor again.

"Hmph, it's hateful, but unfortunately my level is not as good as you, otherwise how could you be my opponent?" Xue Ping could not fight back, so he could only dodge and gritted his teeth and said annoyedly.
Chapter completed!