All My Disciples Are Kings

 Although the talisman seals can be carved in advance and used directly.

However, for the Talisman Master, it still takes a little time to use the Talisman and detonate the Talisman.

However, this point has been overcome for Mu Fusheng, and it can almost reach the level of instant explosion.

 However, most other talisman masters are not good at it, and they need to spend a lot of energy on talisman, which also leads to the neglect of other aspects of practice.

 Hence, a Talisman Master, even an Formation Master, is at his weakest when being approached.

At the same time, in some very specific situations, talismans cannot be used.

Mu Fusheng will never allow himself to have weaknesses.

 So in fact, Mu Fusheng spends more time cultivating his actual combat abilities.

 Mu Fusheng has also been calculating the distance between Holy Son Xuanming and himself.

At this time, if a more powerful actual combat ability is revealed, it will definitely be able to catch someone by surprise.

Compared with the previous battle with Xiao Hei, it is more than a little more condensed!

Mu Fusheng just stood there, with the black water droplets floating in the air touching his clothes and body, and he could clearly feel that his body was getting heavier and heavier!

Mu Fusheng did not pay attention to the words of Holy Son Xuanming. When fighting on the battlefield, unless there are some specific circumstances, verbal victory is the most useless.

Even the breath in the body and the speed of blood flow are hindered!

Under the realm of Xuanming, the body of the Holy Son of Xuanming curled up, and his skin was covered with scales that shimmered with black light!

“Even so, as a talisman master, how strong can your actual combat ability be? As long as I don’t give you the chance to use talisman, how can you break through my defense?”

 In the process of retreating, Mu Fusheng raised his thunderous palm toward the dark clouds above.

 After saying that, Holy Son Xuanming curled up into a ball and rushed towards Mu Fusheng like a black iron ball!

Mu Fusheng's face was dull. When he saw the approaching black iron ball, he did not rush towards it like Xiao Hei did. Instead, he kicked his right foot slightly, stepped back with his left foot, and retreated backward.

Holy Son Xuanming stared at Mu Fusheng with an ugly expression, feeling the aura of his mid-level ancestral realm.

 At the moment when there is only a hundred meters left.

Upon seeing this, Holy Son Xuanming roared and sped up!

It’s a pity that Holy Son Xuanming was eliminated early and did not see the strength shown by Mu Fusheng.

 “Are you just going to run away?!”

If you lose, these words will turn into a more powerful slap on your face.

On top of the giant turtle, Xuan Ye, the emperor of the Xuanwu Dynasty, also lowered his head and looked at the column where the Holy Son Xuan Ming was, and whispered: "Can you avenge your shame and slay the inner demons? Only in this way can Xuan Ming be Bloodline to the extreme.”

After all, when others see that he is a talisman and seal master, they will definitely think that his close-quarters ability is weak, and they will definitely try their best to get close to him so that he does not use talismans and seals, right?

 The black aura was so strong that it formed droplets of black water droplets, floating in the space.

Jiu Bailu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "He's hiding his clumsiness again. Not only that, the ancient divine thunder is useless."

You must know that Holy Son Xuanming also used a secret method to escape from the prince's tomb, and only after receiving blood infusion from the Xuanwu statue to restore his body did he reach the middle stage of the ancestral realm!

At that time, in the early days of the ancestral realm, he had been mocking Mu Fusheng's strength.

 The clown turned out to be myself?

On the high platform, Jiuxuan wiped his sweat and said: "The middle stage of the ancestral realm...isn't Brother Mu's true strength?"

 In the prince's tomb, Mu Fusheng displayed more than just this.

The Holy Son Xuanming looked at Mu Fusheng and took a deep breath. Wisps of heavy black aura gradually spread throughout the venue.

Mu Fusheng’s raised hand suddenly fell down!

After a while, the dark clouds began to roll in! The sounds of dragons roaring and tigers roaring broke through the clouds!

 Thunder surges!

Thick thunderbolts fell down like world-destroying spears!

 At the moment when Lei Lei fell into the realm of Xuanming. With those droplets of water, the thunder began to spread rapidly, until the entire Xuanming Realm was filled with purple-blue thunder!

 This had little impact on Mu Fusheng, but it had a great impact on Holy Son Xuanming.

The streaks of thunder followed the water drops and landed directly on the scales of Holy Son Xuanming!

Saint Son Xuanming's expression changed slightly, "You have such a good grasp of the laws of thunder? Can you actually penetrate my scales?"

 This is also the reason why Mu Fusheng calculated the distance between him and the Holy Son Xuanming.

After all, the bloodline ability of Holy Son Xuanming is powerful. Even if it is full of water principles, the power of water conduction will weaken with the distance without using the ancient divine thunder.

At the same time, when the body of Holy Son Xuanming was attacked by thunder, the world-destroying spears that broke through the clouds continued to pour down on the location of Holy Son Xuanming like a gust of wind and rain!

 For a time, the entire column was illuminated by lightning!

 Even spread to the entire Martial God Tomb!

The Ancient Sage on the other side, as well as Xiao Hei who was pressing the opponent to fight, were all attracted.

On the high platform, everyone's eyes were narrowed by the lightning.

Although the distance is not very close, people on the high platform can feel how powerful the power of this thunder is.

 Under the column, the powerful people in the academy frowned even more.

There are too few people in this realm who can master the Thunder Principles to this extent.

Where Hungling Academy is located, the four direct disciples except Tan Zongzhao all showed shocked expressions.

 They have heard a lot about Mu Fusheng and his party during this time.

It should be said that ever since Mu Fusheng and the others were specially recruited into the academy, the situation has been turbulent.

 Ye Qiubai, Xiao Hei, Shi Sheng and Fang Qiong broke records in various inheritance secret realms and reached the ranking stone tablet at the fastest speed.

It can be said that it is unprecedented.

 But as one of them, he has not made any achievements in the sea of ​​thunder, and he has not even been on the ranking stone monument until now.

Although this is normal, compared with Ye Qiubai and the others, it seems a bit ordinary.

However, he didn’t expect that Mu Fusheng would be at such a high level and at the same time be so skillful in controlling the principles of thunder.

 This shouldn’t be the case!

 Many students who rank at the top of the Stone Tablets in Thunder Sea cannot reach the level of Mu Fusheng.

 Is it possible that he is hiding his clumsiness?

 This is hidden too deeply!

 The dazzling lightning gradually dissipated.

The figures of Holy Son Xuanming and Mu Fusheng gradually appeared on the column.

Mu Fusheng reached out his hand, still standing with his back straight, but keeping some distance from Holy Son Xuanming.

 What about Holy Son Xuanming?

 The whole body was covered in black smoke, and the shimmering scales were a little burnt brown.

 Half squatting on the ground, looking at Mu Fusheng with a surprised expression.

It seemed as if he was incredulous at the strength shown by Mu Fusheng!

Then before...why not just use this trick?

 Damn it, why do you feel like you’ve been cheated…