Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Fierce Fight

"This group leader, a five-vein cultivator in your hall, actually attacked one of my third-vein cultivators!"

Wu Xuan saw clearly the person who attacked him just now, and asked with a frown, and his whole body became vigilant at the same time.

Taking advantage of the situation, Wu Xuan directly threw Zhao Lin, who was still in a daze, towards the person.

bang

Zhao Lin didn't expect Wu Xuan to dare to throw himself out when he confronted his head of the regiment, and he was defenseless, this time he fell so hard, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body lay on the ground on his stomach, unable to get up for a while.

"Deputy Commander!"

Several people in Zhao Lin's team hurriedly stepped forward, helped Zhao Lin up, and pulled him out of the battle circle.

"My people are about to be injured by you, how can I not make a move?" The head of the regiment did not feel ashamed of attacking Wu Xuan, but smiled and said very heartily: "I admit that you are different from other three-vein cultivators, now I will give you another chance, as long as you leave here, I will not blame you for today's incident!"

There was no doubt in the head of the group's tone, and there was a hint of charity.

"What if I say no!" Wu Xuan moved his steps, looked at the head of the five-vein cultivation vigilantly, and then said word by word.

Regarding Wu Xuan's answer, the head of the group, who was a five-vein cultivator, was not angry, but slapped his face and said:

"It's really rare for your three-vein cultivation to have such strength!but..."After the head of the regiment finished speaking, his tone suddenly turned cold, he looked at Wu Xuan, and then said:

"But in the face of absolute strength, you can only be crushed, since you didn't grasp the opportunity I gave you just now, then I will teach you a lesson today!"

"Remember, my name is Zhao Peng!" Zhao Peng snorted coldly, turned into a claw with one hand, and grabbed Wu Xuan directly.

Zhao Peng's figure was very sharp, and there was a cold wind in his claws, which hit Wu Xuan's throat.

Zhao Peng's cultivation was a five-vein cultivator, and his body movements were much faster than that of an ordinary four-vein cultivator, so Wu Xuan had to dodge sideways and dodge Zhao Peng's blow.

Taking the opportunity to withdraw, Wu Xuan reached out and clasped the small hand of Tongtianzhu around his neck, turned around slightly, lifted Tongtianzhu off his back, and threw Tongtianzhu out casually against a stone.

"Xiao Xuanzi, you... Damn!" Tongtianzhu felt a little bad when he was torn off his back by Wu Xuan, and as soon as a few words came out of his mouth, he was thrown out by Wu Xuan, looking at himself and seeing that he was about to hit the stone, he also scolded.

However, Tongtian bamboo is not a vegetarian, but the ancient Tongtian bamboo metamorphosis, the doll-like body is about to hit the boulder, the body quickly turns, and falls steadily on the boulder.

Just this action, the eyes of everyone who watched it were bright, and secretly said, the strength of this little doll is also good.

"That, I'm sorry, you take a rest on the stone first, wait...!" Wu Xuan saw Tongtian Bamboo landing steadily on the boulder, apologized, and said.

"You should take care of your own fate first!" Zhao Peng saw Wu Xuan facing him, and he was still light-hearted, and his annoyance was even worse, and before Wu Xuan finished speaking, he turned his claws into fists and smashed towards Wu Xuan, taking him by surprise.

Wu Xuan was originally going to ask Tongtianzhu a few words, but he felt that the evil wind on his side was not good, so he hurriedly looked sideways, and saw Zhao Peng's fist smashing towards him, with fierce force.

"It's good to come, let me also see the strength of the Five Veins cultivator!"

Zhao Peng's movements were very sharp, and the moment Wu Xuan raised his head, his fist had already reached Wu Xuan's body, and Wu Xuan had to clench his fist and regret it together.

Bang!

With a bang, the fist collided with each other, and Wu Xuan felt a huge force, shocking his entire arm was numb, and his body also took a few steps back.

However, Zhao Peng didn't feel better, his body also took a few steps back, then he stopped, also glanced at his trembling palm, and then looked at Wu Xuan's eyes from the original contempt to shock, and said in disbelief:

"I didn't expect you, a three-vein cultivator, to have such a strong power, I still underestimated you just now!"

Wu Xuan didn't pay attention to what Zhao Peng said, shook his arm that was a little numb, his eyes became sharp, Wu Xuan was also annoyed by Zhao Peng's sneak attack three times and twice, and his hands turned into palms towards Zhao Peng, and he shouted:

"Come and don't be rude, you can also take a few tricks from me, a cultivator of the three veins!"

Seeing Wu Xuan's sharp palm wind slashing beyond himself, Zhao Peng didn't dare to be careless at this time, and also clenched his fists and greeted Wu Xuan, with Wu Xuan.

Bang, bang, bang!!

In the battle circle between Wu Xuan and the two, their fists and palms were staggered, and the strong wind was raging, and the two were so anxious that they were fighting together, and everyone in Zhao Peng's team outside the stadium was dumbfounded.

"Zhao Lin, am I mistaken!" The four-vein cultivator who duel with Wu Xuan at the beginning pushed away the person who was supporting him in shock, patted Zhao Lin, who was also being supported, and said.

"Should.. You shouldn't be mistaken!" Zhao Lin also rubbed his eyes with the support of others at this time, and said hesitantly.

Only now did they know that their strength was not on the same level as Wu Xuanhe, and when they watched the battle, their eyes also changed from plain to shocked, how could a three-vein cultivator have the strength to compete with a five-vein cultivator.

How solid Wu Xuan's foundation must be to have such strength, doesn't Wu Xuan know, the deeper the foundation, the slower the speed of breakthrough.

Bang!

At this moment, Wu Xuan and Zhao Peng's fists collided together, the strong wind was wanton, and finally the two separated again, each retreating more than a foot away.

At this time, everyone saw the situation of the two of them clearly, Wu Xuan's clothes looked a little messy and torn, but Wu Xuan's breathing was still stable, his spiritual power was running smoothly, and there were no scars on his body, so he couldn't see the tragic situation of fighting with a five-vein cultivator just now.

On the other hand, Zhao Peng's arm that collided with Wu Xuan just now was still trembling, and he didn't have Wu Xuan's body like cultivating celestial body incineration, and his body was also rubbed by Wu Xuan's sharp palm wind, and blood oozed out along his torn clothes, and his face was a little pale.

"Commander, Commander!"

When their members saw this situation, their hearts trembled, and they hurriedly wanted to step forward to help, but they would never have thought that Zhao Peng and Wu Xuan would lose the upper hand when they fought against each other.

"Don't move!"

Zhao Peng obviously felt that he had lost face, and shouted angrily at a few people behind him, then looked at Wu Xuan in front of him, and said:

"I didn't expect that you not only have a solid foundation and strong spiritual power, but even your physical body is so strong, say your name, you are worthy of my full strength!"

"My name?" Wu Xuan muttered in a low voice, without nonsense, and then said to Zhao Peng:

"My name is Wu Xuan, you have to remember it!"

"Wu Xuan, are you a waste Wu Xuan in the Imperial City?" Zhao Peng frowned when he heard the answer, and asked.

The four masters in the Heavenly Wind Empire are abolished, and they can be described as the cultivators of the Heavenly Wind Empire, everyone knows about it, and Wu Xuan is a topic of ridicule among cultivators.

Seeing that Wu Xuan did not deny it, Zhao Peng inexplicably spit out a sentence:

"I wonder if you're hiding deeply, or if those people in the Imperial City have lost their eyes, and you can't be called a waste anyway?"

"However, since we have all come to this point, then whoever you are, you must lie on the ground before we can leave!" Zhao Peng continued, taking out his long sword from his waist as he spoke.

Seeing Zhao Peng take out the long sword from his waist, Wu Xuan also took out an iron sword from the Qiankun bag, and said word by word:

"In that case, come on, I'll see if it's you or me who falls first!"