The powerful and heavy shadow of the stick rolled back and forth in Sun Wukong's mind.
Then it was deeply imprinted into his soul.
Everyone has potential.
Some people's potential can be seen at a glance, while some people's potential needs to wait for the opportunity.
At this moment, at this moment, Sun Wukong met Cao Zhe's expectations for him.
When he chooses such a hearty battle, he is already worthy of the name he carries.
Therefore, Cao Zhe did not hesitate and chose to fulfill and support him.
Maybe he will never reach the height of Cao Zhe, nor the height of the real Sun Wukong.
But so what?
The large human race cannot accommodate a Sun Wukong?
The blazing golden flames radiated from Sun Wukong's opened eyes.
At this moment, in Sun Wukong's mind, there are still those stick moves and the lingering charm of the stick technique's artistic conception.
Therefore, even the stick in his hand was full of scars.
Even though his body was actually overwhelmed.
But he still chooses to fight again!
war! war! war!
A hearty battle!
Attacks one after another came towards him like a tide from all directions.
Sun Wukong stood there, standing in one place.
Like Optimus Prime.
Let the waves of attacks hit him.
But he didn't retreat at all.
Through fighting with these Lingshan Arhats, Sun Wukong is quickly digesting and absorbing the moves and concepts taught by Cao Zhe.
A powerful martial arts is often an independent philosophy.
It must contain a truth that may not be profound, but must be very 'appropriate'.
Once this principle touches the heart, it penetrates deep into the soul.
The power hidden in the human soul will be activated and stimulated.
Sun Wukong's body has long been overwhelmed.
But how could the stick technique taught to him by Cao Zhe be that inferior thing that wastes his body in vain?
Every time you swing the stick, you are not only familiarizing yourself with the stick technique, but also exercising your spirit. It is also washing your physical body and absorbing all kinds of energy that are everywhere in the world.
Many people in one body are the foundation of truly powerful skills.
Anything that can't kill it is just pushing it forward, making it stronger.
Gradually, Sun Wukong was no longer satisfied with passive defense.
He started to fight back!
Facing the siege of seven Arhats, he was fighting back.
Being beaten passively...can't be called the Heaven-Striking Stick Technique.
What Sun Wukong wants to imitate is never Sun Xingzhe who runs away when in trouble or calls for help when in trouble.
What he wants to imitate is the Monkey King who dares to overthrow the heavens, fight against the heavenly soldiers, and be unruly and unruly!
step!
When Sun Wukong takes a step forward!
The pressure he faced increased several times.
But he wanted to move forward and rush forward!
When a man is established in this world, he will die when he dies. How is that moral?
With this realization, Sun Wukong swung the stick in his hand. Although the power became heavier, it became much lighter.
In the distant void, a blazing black death light shot out, instantly punching through Sun Wukong's chest.
At that moment, Sun Wukong was almost beaten into two pieces.
But Sun Wukong resisted!
He raised his head and roared with unparalleled heroism.
The pain instead became his fuel.
While waving the stick, a huge amount of energy and endless evil aura also swarmed to other places.
Not only was it repairing his physical injuries, it also seemed to be tempering his body.
Guide his body in a more wonderful and powerful direction.
At this time, Zhu Wulong finally let go of Goldman Sachs' neck.
At this time, it no longer makes sense to hold Goldman Sachs hostage.
At this point, the war situation has already fallen into irreversible and indistinguishable chaos.
Goldman Sachs touched his neck and yelled at Zhu Wulong: "Idiot! Idiot! I wanted to let you go, but now you have ruined it all for yourself!"
"Wait to die!"
"Just wait to die!"
Zhu Wulong was stunned for a moment, then twitched the corners of his mouth and said in disbelief: "You can trick me!"
"Do you want to see me angry?"
"Stop being delusional!"
"I will not!"
"Never...ah! I'm here!" Zhu Wulong turned his head back to his body, then jumped out of the basket behind Sha Wujing, brandished the stolen weapon in his hand, and stabbed an Arhat with one blow. , but was easily resolved by the other party.
Only when he really fought against the Arhats at this time could Zhu Wulong understand how much pressure Sun Wukong, who was fighting against seven Arhats alone, was under.
For practitioners, fighting against one strong person or fighting against multiple strong people is never a question of one plus several.
It's the concept of how many times how many.
Sun Wukong doesn't care about this.
He continued to move forward, pushing the entire battlefield forward.
His swing of the stick grew slower and slower.
But every blow was struck harder and harder.
At first, the seven Arhats could join forces to resist.
Gradually, I couldn't bear it anymore.
After that, it was retreat again and again.
Go back ten meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters... ten thousand meters.
Incredibly, the entire battlefield is moving towards Yumen Pass on the border of the Tang Dynasty.
The troops of the high mountain country began to fall behind in this melee.
In the end, only a few people at the core battlefield were left.
Sun Wukong single-handedly suppressed seven Arhats.
There are still two Arhats left, and they are divided between Sha Wujing and Zhu Wulong.
Occasionally, Tang Yanrou quietly stepped in to help Zhu Wulong resolve some crises.
Yumen Pass is getting closer and closer to everyone.
And the attacks from the Arhats became more and more fierce.
While being fierce, it also messed up the original rhythm.
These Arhats have realized their powerlessness.
If all members of the team of messengers were allowed to enter the Tang Dynasty without any damage, then their mission would be considered a failure.
They want to stop... at least! At least one person must be killed!
But they can't do it at all!
Because what they dare not admit is that they are already tired of coping with the pressure caused by Sun Wukong alone.
From initially suppressing Sun Wukong, to now being suppressed by Sun Wukong.
The situation on the battlefield was completely reversed.
Many warriors watching the battle looked at Sun Wukong wielding a stick with bright eyes.
They learned a lot from Sun Wukong.
Some people have even begun to plan to try to make friends with this strong man after this battle is over.
Although Cao Zhe is incredibly strong, he is too far away for many competitors... and has gradually become less popular with the people.
Sun Wukong is very good!
He will be hurt, he will bleed, he will be angry, he will roar.
He won... and it was not an understatement to win.
This is in line with the orientation of some people.
boom!
With the final sound.
Of the seven Arhats, six fell and one died.
As for the remaining two, Arhat, who was originally entangled with Sha Wujing and Zhu Wulong, didn't think much about it.
Abandoning his companions, he turned around and fled towards the west.
Sun Wukong's strength suppressed them.
Also let them fully understand.
This mission failed.
The gate of Yumenguan was finally officially opened for the first time after five hundred years.
Jiuding's defense no longer seemed important at this time.
Cao Zhe stood in front of Yumen Pass with calm eyes and a smile.
Sun Wukong strode forward and bowed deeply: "Disciple Sun Wukong... pay homage to Master!"
