I traveled through those days when I was the Dragon King

Chapter 320
Wu Tong has the same temperament as the Demon-Slaying Spear, and his combat power is much stronger than before.

But Wang Long is not bad, he can compete with him.

This is the first time Wang Long has fought against Shengzi, this Tianjiao is really good, the strength of the two is very close, it is a rare opponent for Wang Long.

He can let go of his hands and feet and fight Wu Tong heartily.

Since the cultivator woke up, Wang Long did not give up the special function of "the strongest fighting" that was unlocked before.

He will still find time to train, because the stronger he is, the stronger the training opponents summoned by the strongest fighter will be.

At this moment, he used all the gains from his daily training on Wu Tong, and he learned new things from it, and improved again.

And the illusory "Tao" that can only be understood is also constantly deepening.

"He's getting stronger?" Su Yuting noticed this, and she smiled:
"The last time he fought against the devil infant and old ghost, he only broke through to the middle stage of asking. How long has it been? His cultivation has actually improved again."

"He's such a genius!"

This is her admiration for Wang Long, and she really thinks that Wang Long is talented.

The tip of the Monster Slayer Spear shone with dazzling light, and stabbed at Wang Long suddenly.

This power is frightening, as if the space will be pierced by a big hole with this spear.

Wang Long's heart moved at will, and he followed his instinct and swept across with his sword.

"clang"!
The long sword collided with the spear, and the blade and the tip of the spear crossed, bringing up a spark.

Wu Tong's terrifying blow was deciphered by Wang Long. Wang Long's sword was elegant and agile, and Wu Tong found that he couldn't keep up.

He changed from an offensive player at the beginning to a defensive player now.

Pingtian Zhenyao Jue is a main method of battle, which makes Wu Tong's attack power so powerful that even these saints and saints have to admit that no one can match him in terms of the power of moves alone.

But because of his powerful moves, he was crushed and beaten by Wang Long abruptly.

Wang Long's attack was stronger than him!
Wu Tong was extremely angry and aggrieved. He roared again and again, and the monster-slaying spear in his hand turned into a phantom and stabbed out.

He had already disregarded everything and tried his best to defeat Wang Lung.

Wang Long's energy and spirit were united, and his mind seemed to be united with this world. He knew every attack trajectory of the Monster Slayer Spear in his heart, and he easily caught all the attacks with his sword.

This situation made Wu Tong feel chilled again. He didn't remember how many times he counterattacked to change the situation where Wang Long was pressing him.

But no matter what method he used, Wang Lung always took all his attacks and countered with stronger moves.

His heart became colder and colder, and finally when Wang Long lifted the demon-slaying spear in his hand... his heart was completely dead.

The demon-slaying spear spun several times in the air, landed on the ground and sank deeply into the soil, half of the spear sank into it.

Along with the sinking, there was also his heart.

This scene silenced the place, and neither Wang Long nor Wu Tong moved.

"Holy Son Wu Tong... lost?!"

It took a long time for the cultivator to speak in a daze, mainly because the result was too shocking. Which cultivator would have thought that the majestic Son of God could not match the cultivator from the mortal world?
"Hahaha! Wang Lung won! He won!"

Ordinary people cheered, for them it was a great victory.

"I knew that Wang Long was super powerful. These cultivators usually think highly of themselves and don't know how to be humble. How could they beat Wang Long."

The audience watching the live broadcast were extremely excited, and kept posting barrage to celebrate Wang Long's victory.

Zhao Li smiled. In her eyes, Wang Long was the best.

"I don't believe the Holy Son will lose! Why does Wang Long fight the Holy Son? His skills are far inferior to the Holy Son, how can he win?"

Some cultivators couldn't accept this fact, saying that they didn't believe that Wang Long would win.

Wu Tong listened to the cheers of the resentful crowd of cultivators without saying a word. He stared at Wang Long for a long time, and then landed on the edge of the demon-killing spear.

He pulled out the demon-slaying spear, and then walked into the distance without looking back.

"Brother Wu Tong!"

A saint shouted, but he ignored it.

This holy woman still wanted to chase Wu Tong, but was stopped by other holy sons: "He has been hit, let's not look for him for now, just wait for him to figure it out after a while."

The saint nodded and obeyed the son.

Wang Lung turned around and wanted to leave. He couldn't stay in this place of right and wrong for long.

"Brother Xinglan!"

Seeing that Wang Long was about to leave, a holy son immediately reminded Zhang Xinglan.

Zhang Xinglan nodded, and gave them voice transmission to the Elder He Tong who taught them the late stage of asking.

"Want to leave after hurting my disciple?"

He Tong immediately roared angrily, and chased after Wang Long.

After receiving Zhang Xinglan's voice transmission, he ignored everything and shot Wang Long with all his strength.

His imposing manner is vast and majestic, hitting one attack after another.

Wang Long's face was gloomy, he had already seen that He Tong was trying to kill him, otherwise he would not have attacked so frantically.

He clenched the long sword tightly in his hand, and swung out his sword light to catch He Tong's attacks one by one.

He wasn't afraid of He Tong in the first place, but his strength had improved in the battle with Wu Tong just now, and he was even less afraid.

He Tong caught up to fight Wang Long, Wang Long made all his moves, and suddenly slapped the incarnation of the real immortal above his head.

This blow seemed to carry the might of the Nine Heavens, intending to sink this piece of heaven and earth.

He Tong didn't react to the attack of Wang Long himself, and hurriedly raised his hand to resist.

"Boom"!
This palm directly slapped He Tong's body, the terrifying power caused the earth to shake violently, and the air waves slapped out like a tsunami, making everyone unstable and almost fell down.

"cough!"

He Tong opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and was seriously injured by this palm.

"Not good! He is not Wang Long's opponent!"

The face of the Holy Son who advocated killing Wang Long changed drastically, not only him, but also the faces of other holy sons and daughters.

"He must not leave alive!"

"Brother Xinglan!"

They were urging Zhang Xinglan again.

"I know, I know." Zhang Xinglan responded repeatedly.

"This elder of the Kunji Sect is really shameless. Even the Holy Son lost, so he still won't let Wang Long go."

Ordinary people were angry and dissatisfied when they saw He Tong chasing and killing Wang Long, and said aloud that the cultivator was too shameless.

"Obviously it was Wang Long who shot and injured my disciple. We just brought him back to the sect for interrogation according to the rules, and we will not do anything to him at all." Immediately, a cultivator retorted:
"But he doesn't take the rules of our Kunji Sect seriously at all, and he doesn't want to join our sect. It's him who's wrong!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone responded immediately:
"Fart! Wang Long said that this is not the case, but you didn't give him a chance to explain. You wanted to take him away forcibly. You are unreasonable!"

"Who said we didn't give him a chance to explain? We brought him to Islam to find out the ins and outs of the matter. We won't wrongfully slander every good person!"

Just when they were arguing, all of a sudden, the cultivators in the mid-term asked for help soaring into the sky, chasing after Wang Long.

Everyone was shocked and didn't understand what was going on.

"what's going on?"

The anchors quickly took pictures of these scenes. When Wang Long and He Tong were fighting, they had already flown out of their sight, and they couldn't take pictures even if they wanted to.

"Boss...wouldn't have left me here alone?" Xian Ren was stunned.

In the distance, Wang Long's eyes turned cold, looking at the many cultivators flying towards him.

He had just wounded He Tong, but there were so many cultivators rushing over, clearly trying to round him up and not give him half a way out.

In addition to He Tong, who was a cultivator in the later stage of asking, he also felt another equally powerful aura in the distance.

Another late-stage cultivator who asked questions!
"Do you really think I'm easy to bully?!"

Wang Long had a killing intent.

(End of this chapter)