3763: C3763 The Terrifying Invincible East

C3763 The Terrifying Invincible East

"Trying to escape?"

"Naive!"

Looking at the miserable figure of Woeful, Dongfang Weibai sneered.

Even the sect master had spoken, how could she allow Wretched Disaster to escape?

If this bald monk really escaped, where would Dongfang Weibai put his face?

Immediately, Dongfang Weibai's body moved, and he vanished from where he stood.

The calamity was fleeing in panic like a dog that had lost its home.

All of a sudden, his vision blurred.

A red shadow flashed past.

In the next moment, Dongfang Weibai was standing in front of him with a sneer on his face!

"What!"

Woebegone was shocked.

His Light-body Technique was already considered the top existence in the Pugilistic World.

But Dongfang Weibai could actually arrive first after the attack?

Such Light-body Technique was simply unheard of!

"Die!"

Dongfang Weibai lightly raised his wrist.

Pooh! Pooh! Pooh!

Dense embroidery needles shot out like a storm.

"Not good!"

Woebegone was so shocked that his scalp went numb!

But at this moment, it was already too late for him to dodge!

The speed of those embroidery needles was truly too fast, so fast that he was practically unable to react at all.

In the time it took for a spark to fly off a piece of flint, Woeful shouted loudly. The inner energy in his body circulated crazily.

Boom!

In the void, a golden bell was condensed in an instant.

The huge bell descended with a bang, enveloping the body of Calamity!

Dang, dang, dang!

The embroidery needle struck the golden bell without any suspense, producing a series of dense ringing sounds.

"It's blocked!"

"Looks like my golden bell cover is really useful!"

Woeful saw this and said. His entire body involuntarily relaxed.

However, he had clearly overlooked one thing.

That was, even the empty Kingkong indestructible Divine Art couldn't withstand the attack of the embroidery needles!

His Golden Bell Shield was obviously a level weaker than the Kingkong indestructible Divine Art. Could it really withstand Dongfang Weibai's terrifying spirit energy embroidery needles?

"Insignificant skill!"

Dongfang Weibai sneered.

He raised his wrist again.

Another series of dense embroidery needles shot out.

"This time, I'd like to see what you can use to block it!"

After casting a sidelong glance at Woeful, Dongfang Weibai suddenly turned around and slowly walked back.

She actually no longer cared about the outcome of this wave of attacks!

Dongfang Weibai was that confident.

Even though she also acknowledged the Buddhist Bald Donkey's martial arts, the special effects seemed really awesome.

However, the special effect was only the special effect.

Her spirit energy, Embroidery Needle, was an indestructible existence!

Indeed, when this wave of Embroidery Needle attacked Jin Zhong!

The golden clock exploded with a bang!

Those embroidery needles did not slow down, shooting straight towards the calamity once more!

Woeful seemed to have completely not expected that his golden bell barrier could not even withstand Dongfang Weibai's second wave of attack.

While he was in a daze, the embroidery needles had already pierced through his body with a whistling sound!

Bang, bang, bang!

A series of cracking sounds rang out.

The calamity that had been shot into a hornet's nest slowly collapsed and died!

"Dongfang Weibai, good job!"

Seeing this, Ye Meng grinded his canine teeth and nodded his head in satisfaction.

This Dongfang Weibai was indeed worthy of being a terrifying person whose talent had reached nine and a half stars!

After receiving his teachings, in just a month's time, his strength had already reached an extremely terrifying level!

With a flip of his hand, he killed two of the four great divine monks!

Such a battle result, if placed in the Pugilistic World, it was going to be apotheosized!

The surrounding masters were all silent.2

Their expressions were extremely solemn.

The strength of the experts of Ming Sect was too terrifying!

It was so terrifying that it almost made them despair!

What the f * ck, how could they even talk about swords?

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