Forge An Eternal Kingdom

Chapter 144: Eight Stars Martial Spirit

As soon as Ye Wudao’s words came out, the audience was shocked. He didn’t expect that he would explode with all his strength and kill Han Qiming in one fell swoop.

“This is an extraordinary duel, the Martial Spirit realm’s strong combat power shot, I look forward to it!”

“I don’t know how long Han Qiming can hold on. Don’t be killed all at once!”

“It is estimated that there is little hope. Although Han Qiming has outstanding talents, after all, the time to advance to Martial Spirit is too short. How can it be compared with the old Martial Spirit like Ye Wudao?”

“That’s not necessarily true. Since Han Qiming is so emboldened and wants to challenge Ye Wudao, there must be some hole cards he must win, right?”

“Who knows, I hope that the disparity in strength is not too big.”

…

Amidst everyone’s exclamation, Ye Wudao’s strength rose steadily.

One star Martial Spirit!

Two-star Martial Spirit!

…

Six-star Martial Spirit!

Seven Star Martial Spirit!

Under everyone’s eyes, Ye Wudao’s Cultivation Base breath has ascension to the Seven Star Martial Spirit!

“This is horrible, Ye Wudao’s strength is almost reaching the critical point of the seven-star Martial Spirit!”

“Could it be that the Seven Star Martial Spirit is not his limit?”

Someone saw that Ye Wudao’s aura was still continuing to Ascension, and said in horror.

Everyone immediately looked at it, and indeed, as he said, Ye Wudao’s strength seemed to have not reached its limit, and was still rising!

Only a minute later, Ye Wudao’s aura exploded again, and under everyone’s eyes, he broke through that extremely hard barrier!

Eight-star Martial Spirit! !

Ye Wudao has achieved the eight-star Martial Spirit!

Wow!

The audience was shocked, and detonated the audience like a ninth-level earthquake and a terrible tsunami.

This is the eight-star Martial Spirit!

The distance to Jiuxing is only first-level!

There are many Martial Spirit-level masters in the Xuanhuang Continent, not to mention walking all over the floor, but there are also many. There are more than ten respectable Elders of the Martial Spirit level in Tianhe Academy alone.

But they are all very old, some are several hundred years old, close to a thousand years old, their potential has been exhausted, and their life span is very little left.

Basically, if not for the heaven-defying adventure, they are destined to be just Martial Spirit in this life.

On the way of cultivation, the higher the Cultivation Base, the more people will be eliminated.

If nine out of ten War Practitioners become Martial Students, only five out of ten Martial Students become Martial Masters.

And wanting to become a Martial Spirit, it is the opportunity of several generations of cultivation, and I don’t know how many days and nights of the cultivation, and how many times of life and death have passed before the achievement of strength.

Ye Wudao’s real age is only about a hundred years old. With his talent, it is only a matter of time before he becomes a nine-star Martial Spirit. Maybe he has a great chance, and it is hard to say that he will become a Martial King in the future.

This kind of strength is enough to start a sect, or even establish an academy, and truly call the king the ancestor.

At this time, it seems that which is strong and weak is already clear at a glance.

In the eyes of everyone, Han Qiming was not Ye Wudao’s opponent at all, after all, Ming’s strength had already explained the problem.

One is the peerless powerhouse of the eight-star Martial Spirit, and the other is only the one-star Martial Spirit.

No matter how you look at it, Han Qiming has no chance of winning.

So, at this moment, the eyes of the audience were all on Han Qiming.

Being stared at by countless pairs of eyes, that tangible vision can directly break the nervous person, as if riding a small boat in the sea, facing the stormy sea, it will capsize at any time.

Han Qiming, who was in the center of the whirlpool, was calm and indifferent, as if this was a grand event for him.

This is the mentality that the top Practitioner should have. No matter how strong the enemy is, no matter how dangerous the front is, he will dare to face it calmly and never back down.

His look has made many viewers who have heard of it, especially some Elder who has watched this scene secretly, looked at each other, and they all saw each other’s eyes light up, secretly saying that this person is worthy of the name, and he is not afraid of it. The land is not afraid.

If it does not fall today, he will be a strong man in the future!

But is it possible?

Facing an eight-star Martial Spirit realm, Han Qiming is destined to be more fortunate!

Facing everyone’s substantive eye pressure, Han Qiming smiled faintly, and said, “Ye Wudao, you tortoise grandson, let your grandfather wait for so long. Daddy is about to fall asleep. I thought you How awesome, it turned out to be an eight-star Martial Spirit, hahaha, IMHO, you are just rubbish!”

Ye Wudao laughed angrily when he heard Han Qiming’s words.

“You such a lowly ant will only take advantage of your tongue, but unfortunately I won’t give you a chance, give me death!”

Ye Wudao no longer talks nonsense.

I saw that he slightly moved his body and grabbed with his five fingers directly, and the incomparable torrent of true essence rushed straight into the sky! Stirring the wind and clouds, in the blink of an eye, the sky was still clear, and it was instantly covered by a huge thundercloud and lightning.

Between these thunderclouds, the thunder was swimming like a purple dragon, and there was a roar of thunder. With his beckoning, thousands of thunderbolts crashed and landed.

“To rate the extinction god thunder!”

“Die!”

Ye Wudao sneered and slammed towards Han Qiming.

Suddenly, the sky was rolling and thunderclouds, and the whole sky was like a thunderstorm, and it was pitch black. These thunder and lightning, tearing the space, the entire sky above Tianhe College, shattered like a mirror, revealing a pitch-black space crack.

In the blink of an eye, he came to the top of Han Qiming’s head, as if he would be swallowed and torn apart in the next second!

“Small bugs!”

Facing the purple thunder in the sky, Han Qiming shouted heartily, and gradually turned into a thunderous laugh, resounding throughout the audience, his voice was bold and unruly, like an old dragon riding the wind through the clouds, unrestrained and domineering.

He took a big step, and his whole body’s momentum was unreservedly released, raging vitality, rushing to fight a bull, shaking the sun and the moon, like an ancient barbaric beast awakening, showing its hideous appearance to the world.

Within the body, one hundred and eight magic marks were released without reservation.

Rumble!

A scene of destruction like a demon god destroying the world burst out of his body, with a total of 108 little demon gods, all of them majestic, pinching all kinds of true magic techniques, curses, and singing in bursts with both hands.

A huge phantom of the Demon God directly rises from behind him. The double horns of the Demon God’s head pierced the sky, wearing an incomparably ferocious Demon God’s battle armor, and behind it is a pitch-black Skeleton Demon God’s battle robe. In its hand, he held a rod. Devil dragon war spear.

Roar!

Han Qiming let out a roar from the sky, endless The Underworld magic energy blessed his whole body, his right hand was emptied, and in the blink of an eye, a magic dragon spear created by the power of the demon god and The Underworld magic energy appeared in his hand.

“kill!!!”

Without any hesitation, Han Qiming directly threw the magic dragon war spear in his hand.

call out!

The magic dragon war spear cut through the air instantly, pierced through the space, tore open an abyss-like crack, and bombarded Ye Wudao’s Thunder Dragon.

Bang bang bang!

When Thunder Dragon met Han Qiming’s Demon Dragon War Spear, he was the first to be blown up into countless powders, shattered and disappeared, and there was no resistance at all.

Moreover, the dragon spear did not dissipate, instead, it turned into The Underworld black dragon, slammed into the thundercloud above the sky, and finally exploded directly, shaking the earth and resounding throughout the world.

Before Ye Wudao’s Martial Skill attacked Han Qiming, he was pierced or even shattered by the magic dragon spear, and immediately suffered a backlash, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of scarlet blood was directly vomited out.

“you!”

Ye Wudao screamed with horror in his eyes.