Yan Wushuang's expression was indifferent, and he didn't say much to the white-shirted people, he unleashed his sword step by step, and instantly pulled out his behind-the-back professional long sword, facing the white-shirted man who had the cultivation of the peak of the sect realm, Yi Wushuang would not be able to hold it up, and he was facing a strong slash. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hmm... At a young age, he actually cultivated to the high level of the sect realm, but this path is not something you can pass. 〞

The white-shirted person who has the cultivation of the peak of the sect realm will not be too weak, even Yu Xiaofeng, who has the peak of the sect realm, has not lost first, and he is cautious in his heart, and he has never looked down on it because he is only at the top of the sect realm.

Python!

There was no sharp weapon in his hand, but he was armed with the power of a thousand swords, only to see the two long swords slashing at him, one by one, without dodging or closing, the two of them collided violently, and began to fight fiercely, only to hear a low sound, which was the sound of a fist and a sword.

Although his cultivation is slightly low, he has no fear, and his ever-changing sword techniques are constantly being used, either chopping, stabbing, pointing, or striking, all of which greet the white-shirted man, and are incomparably sharp.

However, the white-shirted man's combat strength is not bad, or maybe not enough to be called the strongest in the sect realm, and the explosive spiritual power and domineering boxing skills displayed are not only invisible, but also loud and powerful in hand-to-hand combat.

The two fought fiercely, fighting each other, and every punch they threw and every sword they slashed out were incomparably stronger.

Bang! Bang!

Accompanied by the battle between the Wu Shuang and the white-shirted man, everywhere he went, there was a series of shocking thunderbolts, bursting sounds, and a powerful and chaotic spiritual energy storm that spread out in all directions, and the drama was very fierce.

The sword moved wildly, like a fierce eagle, a karmic fire long sword, in the hands of Wu Wushuang, as if it was powerless to move, windless and floating, but in fact, the power of the long sword's blood and blood encompassed more than 200,000 catties.

And the white-shirted man is not ashamed, he looks thin and powerless, but he is obviously a refining martial artist, and the power of that double-iron fist is not less than 200,000 catties of qi and blood.

Gradually, the sun was setting, entering an evening rhythm, a smiling face, high in the sky, waving the remaining glow, covered with a layer of golden red light, dyeing the whole sky, the top of the towering trees in the barren jungle, as if igniting a raging flame, through the gaps in the branches and leaves, through the gaps in the branches, through the little golden red brilliance, rendering the jungle beautiful.

In the midst of this little bit of gold and red brilliance, there were two figures who had no way to appreciate the rare scenery of the barbarian jungle every day, because they were in the midst of a dramatic battle, only to see the void, the air constantly bursting.

Holding karmic fire, surging with spiritual power, and wielding the sword method without a pair of wives, it can be called a god and a ghost, and a thousand changes, obviously the same move, but it can show different flavors, and when it is displayed, as many white-shirted people as possible will go away from the vital points.

I have to say that at a time when the Herb Sect was already in decline, in a remote area like the Xuanyi Empire, the combat power displayed by Herb Wushuang was really astonishing, although it was still immature, but it was rare to be able to fight the Spirit Sect Peak Realm with the Spirit Sect High Realm, even if you look at the younger generation of the entire Holy Creation Continent.

The white-shirted people, after all, have a thicker spiritual power, but they are also frightened by the terrifying combat power of Wu Wushuang, and after a battle, they have deeply realized that if they had cultivated the same as each other, they would have already been defeated, or they might have died Huang Quan, but the white-shirted people were not ordinary warriors, they suppressed people with force, supplemented by skill, and tried to suppress Wu Shuang with strong and fierce spiritual power.

A pair of iron fists, striking in the air, smashing the sky and the ground, the power is endless, the seemingly simple fist path is in line with the martial arts of simplification, and every move is full of explosive blood power.

However, after passing through the hammers of dragon power grass, grinding grass, blood moon fruit, and washing and refining flowers, the power of the body and blood can already be called a refining martial artist, so in the face of the iron fist of the white-shirted man, he has no fear, and with stronger force, he counterattacks back.

Wu Wushuang intended to use the white-shirted man to hone his cultivation and martial arts, and did not want to suppress people with force, so the two of them fought for a whole hour.

The white-shirted man obviously fought all year round, and his combat power was quite strong, and he had rich combat experience, so he had a fairly good training for Yi Wushuang, so when he met such a good opponent, Li Wushuang was naturally extremely happy in his heart, and of course he wanted to have a happy battle.

Fighting against evenly matched opponents is naturally enjoyable, but, after a moment, basically the white-shirted people have no training effect on Yi Wushuang, and Ye Qianxiu's cave mansion is close at hand, and there is no room for Yi Wushuang to waste time here.

"It's over. 〞

Wu Wushuang secretly said in his heart, suddenly, a sword cut out, no matter the strength or angle are incomparable, the white-shirted man was cut off, and then, the white-shirted man found that his spiritual strength was frozen, and he felt the pressure of layers around him, and looked at him with difficulty, and found that it all came from the young man.

The white-shirted man seemed to see a red desolate mammoth, and said with a trembling voice, "How is it possible to use the sword intent of the mid-level cultivator in the realm? 〞

The expression was indifferent, the eyes of the two eyes of the Buddha were opened and closed, shining with a golden light in the gray, holding the sword in his right hand, and the endless artistic conception of Shura was poured into the karmic fire, without a trace of emotion, and said: "The sword is proud of the heavens!"

A sword slashed, like a thunderbolt exploded, above the sword, with the supreme Shura artistic conception, the sword was shocking towards the frightened white-shirted man, thick as a mountain and suddenly cut down.

As soon as the sword came out of the Proud Heaven, the heaven and earth where the two people were located were overshadowed, and the power was surging, so that the white-shirted people were stunned like a wooden chicken in an instant, staring directly at the karmic fire long sword, unable to move.

Boom!

The sound of the sword rang out, causing the white-shirted man to react, but it was too late, and the sword had already slashed into the white-shirted man's body.

"Ahh

Although the white-shirted man is not a demonic genius, he is also a strong man in the peak of the sect realm, but that profound cultivation and the armor formed by the thick spiritual power can't withstand the sword of the heavenly power, and the sword in his body is dead, but he has been severely damaged, and he is dressed in a white shirt, dyed all over the red.

"Die!"

A sword did not kill the white-shirted man, all in the foreknowledge of Wu Wushuang, the sword was unleashed, the figure was like a fish, one by one, Wu Wu held the karmic fire in both hands, and carried the invincible Shura sword intent, and killed the white-shirted man fiercely.

In an instant, the two figures intersected, and a sword slashed through the void, but in a flash, the two people appeared hundreds of meters away from the white-shirted people.

A thunderous sword, in the shortest time, from the start, out of the sword, in less than a breath of time, walked through a straight line, this sword white-shirted man can no longer make any effective defense, under the gurgling blood, he slowly turned around, blank eyes, staring at Yi Wushuang, and continued to say: ""Boom... What a quick sword, so good... Sharp swords, uh.... 〞

After the white-shirted man struggled to express the feelings brought by this sword, he finally couldn't hold it anymore, and his body fell irrepressibly, becoming a new corpse in the barbarian jungle.

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