Although the Yinkun is full of confidence in Wang Le's past invincible record, he is inevitably worried.

After all, Wang Le fought against two late-stage Nascent Soul powerhouses with his own strength, and one top-level Nascent Soul powerhouse.

What’s more important is that in everyone’s eyes, the Middle Earth continent has a profound foundation, far better than the East and China.

In other words, no one can tell how many unfathomable killer moves these three monks from Middle-earth continent have.

Experts fight together, only between the front lines.

It is hard to say that Wang Le accidentally fell into the trap, and the consequences would be bad.

But a brainless fan like Sui Ruxue, who is full of confidence in Wang Le.

In the eyes of these brainless fans, the three Middle Earth Continental monks led by the red-robed monk will definitely be defeated.

The only difference is whether these three guys can live and escape from the claws of Wang Le, the murderous demon king!

In the eyes of everyone, just when everyone thought that it would be difficult to decide the winner in a one-on-three group battle, they suddenly saw the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator with white eyebrows and long face flew backwards from the battle group.

At this time, everyone saw that the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator's chest had sunken, blood was stained, and blood was spurting out of his mouth.

Seeing this scene, the monks watching the battle on the Silver Kun couldn't help but exclaimed one after another.

"Waocao! This is a melee at the peak powerhouse level in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. There is no need to decide the winner so quickly, right?!"

"Last time, Senior Wang and the late-stage peak Nascent Soul powerhouse of the Killer Whale Clan fought for a long time before they decided to win. I thought this time, even if I couldn't compare to the previous one, I would have to fight for a while, but I didn't expect it to be so fast!"

"This guy Wang Le is so fierce. He is simply born to fight for killing and fighting!"

"When encountering a monster like Wang Le, no matter how strong their cultivation strength is, it is destined to be a tragedy!"

………

Amid the marvelous discussions on the boat, the white-eyed and long-faced monk, who was involved in the case, was undoubtedly the deepest touch.

He thought that this young man from Dongsheng Shenzhou was somewhat mysterious and shrouded in a layer of fog and filled with mystery.

But even though he was beaten to death, he didn't expect that he would be defeated so quickly by both late-stage Nascent Soul powerhouses!

He was so close that he couldn't believe it was true, thinking he was dreaming.

But the severe pain from his chest told him that this was the cruel reality and everything was true.

At this moment, the white-eyed monk with long-faced face was like gold paper, his bloodless face was filled with a look of surprise and doubt, and his eyes were filled with horror and boundless fear that could not be expressed in words!

If it weren't for his son and companions who were still fighting on the field, he would have hoped to escape immediately, and the farther he could escape, the better!

Because he had never seen such a strong late-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse in the world!

If he hadn't seen this young man named Wang Le, his body emitted extremely vigorous blood and full of youthful activities, and no decay showed any corruption, he would have really suspected that the other party was an old antique who concealed his cultivation and age!

Human nature is common.

Whether it is an ordinary person or a strong person with successful cultivation, they are often afraid when facing unknown things.

And this white-eyed and long-faced monk who was severely injured by Wang Le's punch is no exception.

At this moment, this late-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse was full of fear and did not dare to enter the battle circle again.

Just as the white-eyed and long-faced monk was wandering, the fierce fighting among the three people in the battle group had completely reached a white heat.

"ah!"

Amid the extremely shrill screams, the magical artifact red tassel spear suddenly appeared in Wang Le's hand, and suddenly rushed out like a poisonous snake, directly stabbing another late-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse who was caught off guard!

If it weren't for the critical moment of life and death, the red-robed monk next to him reacted quickly, holding his natal magic weapon, the sword was inserted horizontally, and he almost hit the gun body, which made the head of the Red Tassel spear tilted and did not stab the heart of the late Nascent Soul powerhouse!

Otherwise, the tall and fat monk would become a corpse on the spot!

Although the red tassel spear that Wang Le suddenly stabbed did not kill the tall and fat late-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse, he also cut a big hole under the opponent's ribs, revealing the flesh and bones inside!

The red-robed monk couldn't help but feel angry when he saw that his two servants were actually injured by Wang Le so quickly!

Because when the servant was injured, he had no time to rescue him, so he could only watch and it was too bad.

If the opponent who injured his servant was a god-transforming existence, even if he was a peak powerhouse in the late stage of the Nascent Soul like himself, he would recognize it.

The key is that this hateful opponent in front of him is just a late-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse whose cultivation is even lower than his level.

How can I bear it!

Fortunately, this battle took place on the Black Sea. If it happened in Middle Earth and was seen by other fellow practitioners, the red-robed monk realized that he would not have the shame to go out to see people again for a long time.

Thinking of this, the red-robed monk who felt that he was humiliated couldn't help but let out a long roar. He then held the hilt of the sword of the natal magic weapon with both hands, and roared with murderous aura, "Bastard! Try this young master's sword technique - the Thirteen Swords of Wanhua Guizong!"

As soon as the words were finished, the figure of the red-robed monk completely disappeared from Wang Le's sight, leaving only a series of crimson sword shadows!

In an instant, facing the countless crimson sword shadows flying over, Wang Le tightened all over and couldn't help but feel a sense of rare crisis.

This made Wang Le realize that the Thirteen Swords of Wanhua Guizong mentioned by the red-robed monk must be not simple.

Wang Le, who was thinking about it, held the gun tightly with his hands, his wrists trembled constantly, and purple and golden gun flowers were scattered in front of Wang Le's portal, resisting the attack of the red-robed monk.

Facing the enemy's unfamiliar attack method, Wang Le's defense is the best without hesitation. It is not too late to understand it first and then turn defense into offense.

At the same time, Wang Le's eye on the Destruction of Destruction was opened with all his might, trying to find out the loopholes and flaws of the Thirteen Swords of the Wanhua Guizong!

Dangdangdangdang-

Boom boom boom boom-

Ping Ping Pong-

………

The sharp sound of metal collisions is continuous, and the crimson sword shadow full of murderous intent is immediately entangled with the purple and golden gun lights all over the sky.

You attacked my defense and fell into a stalemate state of balance.

Seeing this, the fat high monk gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain from his ribs, summoned a wide-backed sword in his natal magic weapon, and then slashed directly at Wang Le from the side, trying to open the other party's vital portal from the side!

In the flash of lightning, Wang Le's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. The red tassel spear suddenly turned, and the tip of the spear was extremely accurate. The point of the large knife in the middle and wide back was extremely accurate!
Chapter completed!