Damn, I turned into a monster

Chapter 119 Chapter 118 Burning Heaven Sword, Condensing Sky Sword 4K Please subscribe

Only after hearing the other party's words did Wang Wu feel relieved.

It turned out that this guy was a martial arts fanatic. The way he looked at me was so fiery, it turned out that he just wanted to fight with him.

"What is your realm?" Wang Wu asked.

"Break through the middle realm of delusion."

"Then you can't beat me." Wang Wu shook his head, "You are not my opponent, but if you still want to fight, then I have no objection."

The weak challenging the strong is naturally an indispensable part of the martial arts journey. A true realm warrior is naturally also a warrior, so challenging the strong is also inevitable.

True realm warriors and true realm monks, these two should actually be called true way warriors and true way monks.

Because both sides use the same power system, but one is good at magic and the other is good at close combat.

The martial arts systems of Zhendao warriors are mostly passed down in the form of families, and their power, or "true veins", are often passed down in the form of blood.

True Dao warriors have extremely high requirements for bloodline, just like what Wang Wu advised Yu Xuan: Without talent, you cannot practice True Realm martial arts.

This is a path that has been predetermined from birth. If you have it when you are born, then you have it. If you don’t have it when you are born, then it is actually a fantasy to awaken and step into the true path later in life.

Indeed, some warriors are able to touch that threshold, or even almost cross it, when their lifespan is coming to an end and their peak period has passed.

But that's what they lack.

The body has run out of energy and can no longer produce any potential. Life is like a candle in the wind, and it is not far from being extinguished.

"Then..." Seeing Wang Wu agreed, Situ Qing's eyes suddenly warmed up. However, he was still a little dissatisfied with Wang Wu's arrogance.

After all, he was a genius. He was only 20 years old this year, but he was already a master in the middle stage of breaking delusion. And his sister Situ Jin, at the age of 19, had already reached the great perfection of the true realm and was already famous in Nanzhou.

As for Situ Qing, he is in the middle stage of breaking delusion at the age of twenty, let alone him.

Therefore, Situ Jin and Situ Qing were also called the "Phoenix of Southern Province".

He himself had no objection to this. A phoenix was a phoenix, but it was just an empty title and not important.

The only thing he cared about was becoming stronger.

Get stronger, get stronger.

"Wait until I finish eating." Wang Wu stopped leaning on Wu Er Niang behind him, and stood up to eat the food on the table.

"You guys continue eating. I'm going to go talk to that guy." After tasting every dish on the table and looking at the pile of food on the table, Wang Wu asked the three female demons behind him.

"Wulang, then shall we take some back to eat?" Several female demons obviously did not want to stay here after Wang Wu left, so they asked.

"That's fine." Wang Wu nodded, then he looked at Situ Jin opposite him and asked, "Can these be packed?"

"Why don't you just let your girls take the table away with them?" Situ Jin was gnawing on a chicken leg. After hearing Wang Wu's question, she took the chicken leg out of her mouth and said.

"Uh, this is not good..."

"It's just some plates and tables, there's no need to worry about it, Brother Wang." Situ Jin waved his hand, then stuffed the chicken leg into his mouth again.

"Thank you very much." Since the host of the banquet, Situ Jin, has spoken, Wang Wu naturally will not be polite anymore. With a wave of his hand, the three banshees and the table in front of them disappeared in the hall.

This was given to him by someone else, he didn't steal it.

The Qiankun Cave was obviously not new to anyone present, except Yao Qing who looked at Wang Wu with some curiosity.

Seeing the curious look in his apprentice's eyes, Li Shangxuan suddenly felt a little sad.

"No, when I return to the sect, I must ask my senior brother for one to give to Xiaoqing." He thought to himself.

"Come on, then?"

After sending the girls back to the fortress, Wang Wu tilted his head towards Situ Qing.

A moment later, at the Situ family's martial arts training ground.

After Wang Wu left, the venue of the banquet changed from the previous hall to the current open space.

The surrounding lamp posts illuminated the entire martial arts arena. Situ Jin's brother Situ Qing stood opposite Wang Wu and performed the standard pre-battle etiquette of a warrior towards Wang Wu.

Wang Wu imitated his movements and bowed to the other party.

"Haha, Brother Wang, there's no need to be so polite." Situ Qing said with a smile.

"Master, who do you think will win between my brother and Situ Qing?" Yao Qing had two wings stuffed in her mouth at the moment, but that did not prevent her from speaking.

"Do I need to guess? It must be your brother Wu." Li Shangxuan glanced at his apprentice, threw the peeled shrimps into the other's plate, ate one himself, and replied.

Li Shangxuan is almost 400 years old this year, but his wives' bellies still show no signs of growing bigger. But he thinks it should be only one or two hundred years.

In the middle or later part of his life, he should be able to have a child, and if he is lucky, maybe two.

Because we are all kids of this age.

The higher the realm, the lower the fertility. Being a genius is a good thing for Li Shangxuan, but it is also a bad thing.

He reached the true realm at the age of twenty, broke through the delusion at the age of thirty, and reached the void at the age of one hundred. However, he has not yet broken through and is still some distance away from perfection.

After becoming a mortal, a cultivator's fertility will drop significantly, and will drop again with each subsequent level advancement.

After reaching the True Realm, even if you and your wife have children every day, it is considered extremely lucky to have one every fifty or sixty years. This is because most True Realm cultivators can only give birth to offspring when they are nearly 150 years old.

"What's wrong? Why is your face red?" Li Shangxuan looked at his apprentice again and suddenly laughed.

Li Shangxuan is not a very calm person. On the contrary, he is very cheerful and lively. He often tortures his apprentices. He and Yao Qing are almost at the opposite extreme.

As the adoptive father who watched Yao Qing grow up, Yao Qing had suffered a lot from Li Shangxuan. It is probably because of this that her personality is so cold and indifferent.

Resistance has been developed.

"I'm about to take action, so pay attention."

At this time, Wang Wu in the venue simply saluted to Situ Qing opposite him and spoke.

Hearing Wang Wu's words, Situ Qing's eyes suddenly showed a strong desire to fight. He swung his left hand, and a long stick appeared in his hand.

Situ Qing was a left-handed man, and was famous in Nanzhou for the Situ family's 'Diyuan Stick'.

His eyes fixed on Wang Wu, he pointed the long stick in his hand forward and said boldly: "Come...!"

However, before he could finish his words, Wang Wu had already arrived in front of him.

The two looked at each other, and in an instant, in Wang Wu's eyes, Situ Qing saw countless flashes of blood.

“Hahahaha…hahaha, kill, why not kill? Why not kill!??”

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

Voices rang in his ears, filling his brain with these devilish sounds. A strong killing intent surged from his heart, causing his eyes to turn red.

Until Wang Wu slapped his stunningly beautiful face and knocked him away instantly.

"Fuck!" Wang Wu naturally noticed the change in Situ Qing's eyes just now, but this was not his fault, but the characteristic of Wang Wu's martial arts.

He slapped the man on the head, then rushed over to hold him down. Looking at Situ Qing's increasingly red eyes on the ground, Wang Wu suddenly shouted:
"Wake up quickly!!!"

The moment these words were spoken, Situ Qing's struggling body froze for a moment, and his expression began to become dazed. Then, the red light in his eyes quickly faded away.

"Ouch, I'm so sorry." Pulling Situ Qing up from the ground, Wang Wu scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "I just made a breakthrough and forgot to turn off some things. I almost got you into trouble. I'm sorry, sorry." "I, I..."

At this time, Situ Qing, who was pulled up from the ground by Wang Wu, still had a confused expression on his face.

Because he didn't realize what was happening.

It was not until Wang Wu's voice sounded, accompanied by a burning pain on his cheek, that he realized:

I have already lost.

"I lost?"

He looked at Wang Wu, who just shrugged. Then he looked at his sister and the others at the scene.

"You've already lost." At this time, Li Shangxuan also came to the court, but compared with before, his momentum was completely different.

"Friend Wang." Li Shangxuan called Wang Wu, and after the other party looked at him, he said:
"Why don't you compete with me?"

Li Shangxuan was also a person who was happy to see martial arts. He was surprised to see that Wang Wu was so powerful, especially his speed, which was not inferior to his.

Of course, Li Shangxuan can fly, but someone else cannot fly now, so it is obvious who is better.

"it is good."

Looking at Li Shangxuan who invited him to a duel, Wang Wu also nodded.

Compared to Situ Qing, who is a level lower than himself in strength, it is obvious that this big man whom he had to look up to a few days ago is more suitable for him.

"Qingping Sect Sword Palace, Li Shangxuan." The long sword behind Li Shangxuan was instantly unsheathed and flew above his head.

"Jitian Vajra Sect, Wang Wu." Wang Wu pulled out the new long sword that Situ Jin had given him and swung it lightly.

"This place is not suitable. Let's go to another place, fellow Taoist." After taking a look at the Situ family's martial arts training ground, Li Shangxuan lifted his feet off the ground, and the long sword came to his feet at this moment.

"Follow me!!"

Then, Li Shangxuan, riding on the flying sword, soared into the sky and flew away into the distance.

Then after a few dozen seconds, he flew back.

"What's wrong, Fellow Daoist Wang?" Looking at Wang Wu who was standing there with an embarrassed expression on his face, he asked curiously.

"Uh, I can't fly."

Li Shangxuan opened his mouth but said nothing.

Two minutes later.

"How do you think this place is?"

Sitting on Li Shangxuan's flying sword, the two came to a wasteland hundreds of kilometers away from Situ Jin's home. After looking at the surrounding environment, Li Shangxuan asked Wang Wu beside him.

"Not bad." Wang Wu nodded with satisfaction, then stood up, walked to the edge of the flying sword and jumped down.

"Then let's get started now."

At the moment he jumped, his voice also reached Li Shangxuan's ears.

In an instant, a monstrous demonic energy rushed up from under Li Shangxuan.

Immediately afterwards, there was a flash of sword light that seemed to span the sky and the earth.

“Holy Demon Heavenly Sword!!!”

Wang Wu shouted angrily and slashed at Li Shangxuan in the sky with his sword.

Even though it was just a tentative blow, the power it displayed still made Li Shangxuan's heart rise.

"The inheritance from Heaven is truly extraordinary!"

After dodging the sword that spanned the sky and the earth, Li Shangxuan exclaimed in admiration and instantly increased his speed to the limit.

At an extremely high speed of Mach 15, it rushed straight towards Wang Wu below.

But this is not the limit, at least not the limit of his sword.

Mach 20.

"cut!!"

The spiritual sword "Baoguang" surrounding him tore through the air, emitting a sharp long whistle, and pointed directly at Wang Wu below.

In the dark night sky, cold lights lit up, cutting the air into gaps that could not heal for a long time.

"Haha! Good!!!" Wang Wu's figure flashed continuously in the air. While dodging a sword beam, he slashed with his backhand.

The white and golden light continued to interweave in the space, cutting the space in this area into pieces.

The Ji Tian Leap technique allowed Wang Wu to cross a distance of hundreds of kilometers in an instant. The figures of both parties kept flashing in the air, and with each acceleration, their bodies would collide violently with the invisible wall.

That is the barrier called sound, it is invisible and intangible, yet extremely soft and hard, and indestructible.

Only when the speed reaches a certain level, you are barely qualified to "touch" it.

But for the two people in the sky at this moment, this so-called barrier was so fragile.

Even the wall of sound could not withstand the huge impact. It was pierced through in an instant, erupting with violent energy.

The extremely high speed even caused the air to "deform". It began to become fluffy and spread around, creating "clouds" in the not-so-high low altitude.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

It was like the explosion of spring thunder, and with every impact, bursts of thunder would be heard in the sky.

The two men's bodies tore through the air, creating a violent sonic boom, but the power created by their weapons was even more astonishing.

The hot long knife makes it impossible for the gas to maintain its molecular state through intermolecular forces. The atoms and electrons are "cut apart" by the knife, causing ionization and generating a large amount of plasma in the air.

The cold sword pierced through the air. Under the extremely low temperature, the molecules in the air, which were originally extremely active and colliding with each other all the time, also became sluggish.

Wherever it passed, space turned into a strange liquid, wriggling in the sky.

Extreme speed often also means extreme destructive power.

With each sword and each knife, the cold golden light, after hundreds of rounds of fighting, the sky within a radius of hundreds of kilometers seemed like a different dimension.

Long and narrow scratches and balls of shining plasma.

Although the sun had not yet risen, the area was no longer shrouded in darkness.

Golden light, red fire, and incandescent cold light.

The seventh-rank warrior masters the power of the speed of sound, and at the same time, he is wearing away step by step towards more macroscopic and microscopic places.

Mastering the power of atoms is Wang Wu’s next lesson.

(End of this chapter)