Chapter 880 The first combat power under the quasi-saint

Seeing that Sun Wukong did not neglect his invitation to fight, Yang Jian's shame in his heart became deeper and deeper for a moment.

Following the Tianjun to attack Huaguo Mountain, the person he most regrets is probably Sun Wukong in front of him.

If it were not forbidden to do so, Yang Jian would not want to take action. What he wanted more than to fight with him was to be friends with Sun Wukong.

It's a pity that reality is really cruel.

If Yang Jian doesn't take the initiative to fight with all his strength, his parents will suffer and suffer.

As a son of man, he had no choice.

"I'm sorry, Sun Wukong. After this matter, I will agree to let you deal with it."

Yang Jian smiled and said this in a whisper.

Then, without hesitation, he rushed towards Sun Wukong with a three-pointed and two-edged sword.

Yang Jian waved his arm with a shaking knife, and the space in the sky was like boiling, and it actually trembled violently and twisted.

Then, thin and mysterious forces suddenly condensed on the tip of the three-pointed and two-edged sword, and then slashed out directly, carrying an unparalleled energy that ruined the world and poured out.

Seeing this scene, Jingzhen, who was rescued from the deep hole by Sun Wukong, couldn't help but blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and her face showed a bitter voice.

"Junior brother, be careful, Erlang Shen has already understood the power of the mysterious rule, and destroys the power, and is completely no longer under the destructive rules of this boy."

As soon as he finished speaking the reminder, the blood in Jingzhen's throat could not help but squirt out again, and then collapsed on the ground, looking at Sun Wukong and Yang Jian in the air with anxiety.

He never expected that Yang Jian had just stepped into the Daluo Golden Immortal for a short time, and had already realized the power of the rules of heaven and earth, and had already begun to take shape in a short period of time.

In addition to his special skills in his original body and his talented fighting powers, Jingzhen was unable to defeat Yang Jian, who was improving rapidly every minute and every second.

Jingzhen couldn't imagine what it was, which made Yang Jian fight so hard.

He always felt that Yang Jian seemed to have an extremely profound bond that was plaguing him endlessly.

Even though the opponent's cultivation and combat power are progressing extremely quickly at this moment, Jingzhen, who has been practicing for tens of thousands of years, feels.

Yang Jian's cultivation level in this life may eventually stop at the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm and will never be able to step into the half-step of the quasi-saint.

"ha!"

Just as Jingzhen was thinking about taking off, he shouted loudly and was shocked that his eyes were rising from afar and forgot to go to the airspace where the two were fighting.

However, it doesn’t matter when you look at it. After seeing it, Jingzhen’s whole spirit showed signs of collapse in the heart of Tao.

In the air, Yang Jian's extremely fierce knife cut off, with its power enough to instantly split the mountains and rivers and destroy the world.

But with such an extremely powerful knife, his junior brother Sun Wukong just stretched out the golden cudgel forward in an understatement, without any fancy or even any demonic power, just blocked it directly.

Such a jaw-dropping shocking scene, let alone Jingzhen's scalp was tingling when she saw it, and Dao's heart almost collapsed and dissipated.

Even the King of Tutto Tower, Li Jing, who was watching the battle in the distance, saw the movement of his feet. Later, he fought with Sun Wukong and Yang Jian for hundreds of miles away. His face was full of horror, and the fragments of the Linglong Pagoda he was holding in his hand were shaking constantly and almost fell to the ground.

It is simply unimaginable that the Daluo Golden Immortal Erlang Shen, who had almost all his strength, did not even inspire the fighting desire of the demon monkey Sun Wukong.

Erlang Shen, who was stronger than him just now, was even more powerful than him. Now, even himself began to frown with self-doubt after striking him with a knife, and looked deeply at the Queen Sun Wukong in front of him.

Yang Jian mentioned it again, and when the sky eyes between his eyebrows suddenly lit up, he wanted to use a stronger and more fierce attack again.

Faced with Yang Jian's full efforts, Sun Wukong, who could not even raise the desire to fight, did not say anything to attack the other party, but stood quietly on the spot, holding a golden cudgel, waiting for Yang Jian's attack again.

However, just as Yang Jian was ready to go and wanted to try to compete with Sun Wukong again.

In the deep mountains in the distance, a deep indifferent speech sounded faintly.

"Enough, Erlang Shen, you are not the match for this monkey at the moment.

Let’s retreat first and help Xiao Nezha. Let me deal with it here.”

As soon as this sound appeared, Yang Jian, who had just become keen to fight, immediately withdrew the three-pointed two-edged sword with relief, and then his whole body was deflated, and his power suddenly decreased and became depressed.

Then, Yang Jian turned around and flew towards the direction of the battle between Nezha and Jingxuan without saying a word.

However, when we went there again, a secret voice transmission came into Sun Wukong's ears and left.

"Be careful, Brother Wukong...brother.

Next, you may face the most powerful opponent to date.

If you lose, you don’t have to force yourself to death.

The Jade Emperor had already said that he would not, and he really took your life. I hope he would think twice before doing it."

After the transmission of the message, Yang Jian disappeared from Sun Wukong's sight without looking back.

His mission has been completed and he has done everything he should do. From then on, Yang Jian only needs to wait for the end of this conquest that made him extremely uncomfortable before apologizing to Sun Wukong.

However, by then, it is not whether Sun Wukong can resist the attack of that person himself.

"Hope, nothing happened."

Yang Jian finally said silently in his heart, and then he joined the battle between Nezha who was about to lose but was unwilling to admit defeat. After barely defending Jingxuan's attack, he did not fight again.

"A guy hiding in the dark and peeping, is he going to show up?"

Sun Wukong stood in the sky with a golden cudgel in his hand. When his eyes were raised, he did not look at the dense forest of Huaguo Mountain where the message was being passed. On the contrary, he looked at the distant sky again, as if there was a person standing in the clouds that made him worry about.

At the same time, a sound that made Sun Wukong familiar with him was suddenly heard from the corner of his mouth.

"Wukong, be careful. That guy is the Daluo Jinxian, who is known as the best combat power under the quasi-saints of the Three Realms, is also the ancestor of the Zhenwu Emperor's Demon Striving Demons.

The strength is not to be slapped, but there is no need to worry too much. Brother has a rare treasure here that can help you."

“Hey, brother, let me say a few words.

Ahem, Great Sage, Second Brother.

Hehe, I am the younger brother Marshal Tianpeng, whom I received in Heaven, and it is your younger brother.

Haha, there is also a magical thing here in this Marshal, who can temporarily help the second brother with his help."

One after another, one after another, and the heart of Sun Wukong was filled with warmth.

But then, he waved his arms and smiled lightly, "It's okay, the ancestor of demons, I, Sun, are worried that there is no more powerful person to practice."
Chapter completed!