C557 Hong sang

"Is this the inside of the doushen tower?"

Wu Chen looks up and sees that the space is huge, just like boundless. He understands that this is the internal space of doushen tower.

Not far in front of him stood a young man, dressed in a blue suit, with a handsome appearance and high accomplishments, who had reached the eight heavens of Zhenwu. There is no doubt that this is the first opponent of Wu Chen, Hong sang, group 20, group 6.

"I know you. Your name is Wu Chen, the champion of the general election six months ago." Hong sang looks at Wu Chen. He didn't care about others, but Wu Chen didn't want to. He was the champion of the national election half a year ago. He didn't choose to join too many schools, but chose to join them. On the second day after entering the

school, he made a bluster that he wanted to win the top ten among the disciples of this school, He can't care if he wants to.

"I know you too, Hong sang."

Wu Chen's eyes are calm and there is no fluctuation.

"I heard that you are crazy. On the second day of the introduction, you promised to win the championship of Dabi, a disciple of the sect. But what happened?"

Wu Chen shrugs, his affair, already spread, almost everybody knows.

"You dare to say you want to win the top ten in Zhenwu. You don't take us old people seriously. Now, I'll wake you up."

Words fall, Hong sang holds his fist and rushes out with one fist. The powerful fist is like a fierce thunder. The raging explosion, rolling and fury are not stopped. A strong wind tears down and attacks Wu Chen.

At this moment, the audience outside are all staring at the doushen tower without blinking. There are some strange devices in the doushen tower, which can show all the confrontation scenes in a three-dimensional way. There are more than ten people sitting on the side of the audience. They are all very young, about twenty years old. It seems that they should be disciples of the bechen courtyard. However, they did not enter the doushen tower to participate in the sect disciple Dabi, because they are not a

like disciple, but real disciples. Naturally, there is no need to participate in any sect disciple Dabi.

Among them, there is a beautiful woman. She sits in her seat and looks at the doushen tower. She looks down her eyes. The match she pays attention to is the one between Wu Chen and Hong sang.

"It's you."

If Wu Chen is here, he will definitely recognize that this woman is Shun Yan. As early as when the magic cloud mountain left, she sent an invitation to Wu Chen, hoping that he could come to participate in the universal election and enter the super sects. As a result, he really came, and won the final championship in the universal election. It was most shocking and unexpected that Wu Chen didn't join in too much, but chose to join the Beichen court, and she was a force.

"What are you looking at, younger martial sister?"

A woman dressed in colorful clothes looked over, followed Shun Yan's eyes, and also saw Wu Chen and Hong sang.

"There is nothing worthy of attention for a real martial arts environment with seven elements and a real martial arts environment with eight elements."

They are all true disciples. Even if they are at the top of the nine realms, they will not pay attention to them, let alone a seven realms or eight realms.

Shun Yan turned to look at her and said nothing, but silently focused on the war.

In the space of six floors of doushen tower, Wu Chen looks at his opponent quietly without any fluctuation in his eyes.

As early as in zhenwujing, he was able to defeat the eight heaven strongmen of zhenwujing, let alone now he has broken through the seven heaven of zhenwujing. It's even easier to deal with a eight heaven strongman of zhenwujing.

"Golden Phoenix fist."

Seeing Hong Sang's one punch, Wu Chen's one punch as well, and Jin Huang's one punch erupted. The super powerful fist was like a fierce thunder.

Hong Sang's attack, under Wu Chen's fist power, was simply unbearable. One blow blew it out. His attack only lasted for a moment, which was smashed and could not be stopped at all.

He defeated Hong sang and Wu Chen smiled a little. Without saying a word, he grasped his fist and blew it out again. The powerful force, like the eruption of a volcano, surged out and swept away.

"The bell jar."

Seeing Wu Chen's fist coming, Hong sang didn't hesitate either. He immediately urged the power, and the powerful spiritual power erupted, and turned into a golden mask to protect his whole body.

"The bell jar?"

Looking at the golden mask on Hong Sang's body, the move is similar to that of the golden mask. All of them build up a powerful mask with the help of super power to prevent the invasion of external forces.

"Bang."

The powerful fist power, like the waves, swept down, mercilessly bombarded the gold bell cover. The gold bell cover trembled violently and burst into a brilliant light, but it was not broken.

"Hahaha, the power of my golden bell jar can't be broken even by the eight powerful people in Zhenwu. Do you think you have the ability to break it?"

Hong sang laughs. He has absolute confidence in his golden bell jar. Even if Wu Chen is a powerful man in the eight realms of Zhenwu, it can't be broken, let alone the Seven Realms of Zhenwu.

"I think I have." Wu Chen is still a faint smile.

"Arrogance."

Hong sang is furious. I've heard of his arrogance for a long time. Now it seems that it is true.

"Why, don't you believe it?"

Hong sang sneers, this boy, it is impossible to break his golden bell cover. However, before his smile expanded, he saw that from Wu Chen's body, a strong force suddenly broke out, which was far more powerful than the seven heaven of Zhenwu, or even the eight heaven of Zhenwu.

"How could it be?"

Hong Sang was shocked. He looked at Wu Chen in horror. His eyes were full of shock. He could not imagine that Wu Chen's strength was so powerful.

"Break it for me."

Wu Chen takes a big drink, holds his fist, and blows it out. His powerful fist is like a thunderbolt, which shakes the world.

One blow, a powerful fist, just like a magic dragon, rushed to Hong sang.

"Bang."

Under the attack of this powerful force, Hong Sang's golden bell jar was simply vulnerable, and it was soon smashed away, unable to resist the power of Wu Chen.

"Ah."

When the bell jar was broken, Hong sang screamed, and his body flew backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground. He was not Wu Chen's opponent at all.

"You, how can you be so powerful?" Hong Sang's eyes were full of horror. He could not imagine that Wu Chen could break his golden bell cover.