"Whew!"

Wu Wushuang let out a breath of anger, this battle seems to be easy, but in fact it is extremely dangerous, the cultivation is weaker than the other party, and the other party is also proficient in the mystery of the shadow, if there is a negligence in this process, it may be that the person who falls now is Wu Wushuang, but the end has been decided, and there is no possibility. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This battle can only say that the thin man who is as thin as a bamboo pole is actually inverted, picking on the demon of Wu Wushuang, the most proud of the mystery of the shadow, under the soul power of the emperor's power, it can't play a three-point role, and with the addition of strong combat skills, the coldness of the moon in the well may have been doomed to the fate of the thin man like a bamboo pole from the beginning.

After killing the man who was as thin as a bamboo pole, he stayed where he was, and did not help others, because every strong man has a proud heart, and in a one-on-one situation, he will not allow others to interfere at will, and if he interferes at will, not to mention, he may still create an opportunity for the opponent.

Retracting his gaze, Wu Wushuang turned around and looked at the boxes of high-grade spiritual yuan.

This shocking pile of high-grade spiritual elements, stored here for hundreds of years, the spiritual power in the spiritual yuan has not been dispersed in the slightest, and it is also related to this array in the main hall, the spiritual yuan provides spiritual power to the spiritual method, and the formation method then uses the power of the array to live in the spiritual power of the spiritual element, and the two complement each other.

In addition to this, it also creates the strong defense ability of the main hall, otherwise the current combat strength, although this main hall may not become a ruin, but at least it will cause a considerable degree of damage, but from the beginning of the battle to the present, this main hall has always remained intact, which shows that it is closely related to the main hall formation.

But looking at this pile of boxes of Lingyuan, Wu Wushuang didn't dare to easily break the formation and take it out, because he was also afraid, once he used the barbarian force to break the formation, the boxes of Lingyuan in it suddenly lost the protection of the formation, I was afraid that it would rush out in all directions, so even if he was fine, the Lingyuan could be crushed by the broken formation power, and if such a thing really happened, Wu Wushuang would be heartbroken.

So he could only stand on the sidelines, and when everyone's battle was over, he couldn't do anything.

"Octafang Cloud Sword!"

"Killing the sword!"

The duel between the two top peak peak sect realm swordsmen attracted the eyes of Yi Wushuang, the middle-aged scribe's sword in the fan and the sword in the sword holding the old man's sword, each of them performed their strongest moves, preparing to win with a sword and decide life and death.

The ruthless middle-aged scribe, the sword moves on display, the cloud sword jungle, the dark gossip, the cloud sword transformed the heavens, earth, water, fire, thunder, wind, mountain, and Ze eight spiritual swords, and Li Wushuang saw that although these eight kinds of mysteries had not yet reached the realm of Xiaocheng, this sword move was terrifying, and eight swords were waved out in a row, complementing each other, and the two ways of advancing and retreating from the boss were all blocked, and these eight swords were all great and mysterious, and their power reached the ground level of the middle grade sword moves, but now there are only quasi-ground level low-grade sword moves at the top.

And although the sword moves of the sword boss are not so complicated, they have a terrifying killing atmosphere, and the sword moves carry two kinds of mystery of decay and death, and there is a small realm of mystery of decay, the loneliness of the decadent mystery and the chaos of the mystery of death, which does not need too many complicated changes.

With his strong spiritual power, Wu Wushuang quickly analyzed the sword moves of the two people in the sea of minds, and compared them with himself, how to dismantle and deal with them if he was fighting.

In the blink of an eye, the most powerful killing moves of the two were already between the lightning and flint, and the swords in their hands had collided with each other, and then countless sparks were emitted, even with the superb eyesight of the two of them, they could not know what had happened, so they could only use their spiritual power to explore the tracks of thousands of sparks to deduce and dismantle.

"Ahh

The sparks were gone, and a miserable cry rang out, and when he saw the sound of the sword, he was shocked to see that the heart of the old man holding the sword had been penetrated, his face was full of blood, and he was too deeply wounded, and the sword in his hand was also full of cracks, and he could no longer support it, and he fell to the sky.

The strongest killing move, holding the sword boss and dying.

Looking at the cold middle-aged scribe, his sword wound was also very heavy, according to theory, such an injury was fatal, and between his left waist, he was also pierced by a sword, covered in blood, spitting blood, holding the sword in the fan tightly, supporting the body, and the sword wound had a strong corrosive effect, eating a drop of oysters, fortunately, the old man holding the sword was dead, so this power has belonged to the ownerless.

"One dead and one wounded, this is a duel between swordsmen with similar strength. Wu Wushuang couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Hoo!

Successfully killed the old man holding the sword, the cold middle-aged scribe was weak, and he couldn't hold the sword in his hand, and the whole person sat on the ground, breathing in a big gulp, and the ground was wet with blood and sweat, at this time, the situation of a middle-aged scribe, not to mention the same level of martial artists, maybe ordinary generals and martial artists could kill him at will.

Strictly speaking, in fact, the most serious part of the injury is that the old man holding the sword has the power of decay and death, which is constantly corroded through the wound, but fortunately, this force has no control over it, so the middle-aged scribe took a breath and ordered the palace to attack and destroy this force.

These two are definitely the strongest sect realm swordsmen that Yi Wushuang has ever encountered, and it is not surprising that either of them has won, and it can only be said that the heavens have taken care of the ruthless middle-aged scribe.

"Die!"

At this moment, the cold middle-aged Wen is head appeared a big tiger claw, although the golden light was slightly dim, but the claw did not arrive, the murderous power covered the cold middle-aged scribe, and the owner of this tiger claw was naturally Hu Shaoqi, because he fought against Wan Jinbo's strength, and the result ended in a draw, although the tiger Shaoqi was an emperor beast with a golden light, but after all, it was only a sect realm, and it was not enough for him to support it for too long.

As a result, although the evil eye golden light broke through Wan Jinbo's quenched golden body, but the golden light retracted, and also retreated from the natural ability, and the two of them flew upside down, and coincidentally, Hu Shaoqi's seat was just near the middle-aged scribe, and when he saw that the middle-aged scribe killed the sword-hugging old man in the camp and was seriously injured, he obediently clawed and wanted to solve the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe was really cold, even in the face of imminent death, his expression remained unchanged, and although he still wanted to raise the sword against the enemy, it was a pity that the trembling fingers had already betrayed him, and if there was no accident, this claw doomed him to death.

But the accident happened, a bang!

It was the sound of the sword coming out of its sheath, and a sword came out, holding the tiger's claws that could scratch everything, and the person holding the sword was Wu Shuang.

"Bastard! How dare you stop me. The huge tiger head looked at the tiger with anger, on a par with Wan Jinbo, so that the anger in his heart was limitless, and now a small sect realm martial artist dared to stop him from killing people, which made the tiger Shaoqi angry to the point of madness.

Wu Wushuang was fearless, raised his sword in front of the middle-aged scribe, smiled indifferently, and said, "Do you have a problem, I am friends with him and naturally protect him, and you are an enemy, so I naturally want to stop you, how can I let you do what you want." 〞

The tiger Shaoqi was furious, and responded to the words of the dragon with action, and the huge beast drove a twist, like a tiger descending the mountain and rushing towards the wolf, a pair of forelimbs, grabbing the wolf, and the golden light was bright.

"Hmph! 〞

Wu Wushuang tightly grasped the karmic fire, adjusted the sword-shaped life palace, Shura sword intentionally attached to the upper sword body, a huge sword slashed on Hu Shaoqi's beast, the sword exploded, and Hu Shaoqi was blown open.

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