Shicai's first stick went down, and the potter took it easily, and Wu Song only guessed that the potter's martial arts were stronger than his own. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But this second stick went down, and the potter was still so relaxed, not to mention being injured, and even his breath did not have a trace of waves.

This ironclad fact has proved that the pottery merchant's martial arts are indeed stronger than his.

At this moment, Wu Song was completely shocked, and his worldview also collapsed at this moment.

"I have been regarded as a martial arts genius since I was a child, and I have been practicing martial arts all day long, before I have practiced to this point, I heard my father say that this potter was originally just a gentleman, and as an emperor, he is not addicted to wine, or buried in military and political affairs, where does he have the kung fu to practice martial arts, and how can he practice martial arts to this point, he can be stronger than me, how can there be such a person in the world?"

Wu Song's thoughts were tumbling like a tide in his heart, and he couldn't suppress the surprise on his face, and he looked at the potter's gaze as if he was looking at a monster.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it—"

Wu Song, who was deeply stimulated, seemed to be crazy, and suddenly shouted violently, urging the horse to kill again.

The third stick, carrying the rolling dust, struck the potter again.

Although Wu Song was still furious, after the first two knives were easily taken by the potter, his self-confidence had decreased, and the strength of this third stick had been greatly reduced.

The potter was calm, and the sword in his hand was quite swinging.

Throat!

The knives and sticks collided, and there was another earth-shattering roar, and the blade qi swept out in all directions, scraping the ground out of ravines.

This time, the potter didn't even shake his figure, and it became more and more majestic.

Wu Song's unstoppable three heavy sticks were easily defused by the potter, and when he returned to the horse, his face was furious, and his arrogance was gone.

"Wu Song, you're done arrogant, then it's time for me to be arrogant, look at the knife!"

The potter didn't give him a chance to be surprised, he laughed wildly, and the war knife in his hand flew out, and the stormy knife momentum counterattacked.

In an instant, the potter's towering god-like body was in front of Wu Song, and the sword rolled up in the blood mist, slashing down wildly.

Wu Song, who was in shock, saw that the potter was defending and attacking, and his heart was even more stimulated, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he was in a hurry to block it with a stick.

The pottery merchant's basic martial arts was already 1 point higher than Wu Song, and after he withstood Wu Song's furious three sticks, he quickly gained the upper hand.

I saw that his sword was like the wind, and the layers of sword shadows and iron curtains were attacking, enveloping Wu Song's whole person.

After five moves, Wu Song could no longer be arrogant, and could only defend step by step.

"This guy's martial arts is really stronger than me, if I continue to fight like this, I must be defeated, where is my Wu Song's prestige, and how can I save the defeat for Brother Gongming......"

Wu Song is heart became more and more anxious, and his spiritual will was also fully suppressed by the pottery merchant, and he fell into a disadvantage, and if he continued to fight, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold up seventy or eighty moves, and he would be defeated.

However, the potter sent out that Wu Song's will had been frustrated, and his confidence was even greater, and the knife in his hand became more and more awe-inspiring, and it swept like a storm.

And according to the basic force value of the two, if the potter wants to win him, he should be after more than 100 moves.

It's just that the potter has a talent for critical hits, and from time to time he bursts out a few moves with a force value of 99, which oppresses Wu Song to deal with it even harder.

Under the pressure of the potter's crazy attack, after fifteen moves passed, Wu Song's gradually became powerless, and his moves began to scatter, vaguely revealing defeat.

The potter was in good spirits, and he gave full play to the 98 points of force value that had just rushed up, and he wanted to test the knife with Wu Song, a top master, to achieve his first victory.

"Tao Thief, I didn't expect you to force me to this point, it seems that I only have to use that trick, this is what you forced me-"

Wu Song's eyes gathered, and a cold determination suddenly burst out in his eyes, gritted his teeth and attacked a few moves, and after forcing the potter back slightly, he fled.

Wu Song actually wanted to escape.

The potter did not allow him to get away with it, and he slapped his horse and danced with his sword, and chased after him.

Wu Song, who was on the run, glanced back at the potter, a sneer hooked up at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Potter, you still underestimate me Wu Song after all, today, let you know my Wu Song's true strength." ”

In the midst of a sneer, Wu Song took out a free hand, untied the wine gourd hanging behind his waist, and poured it up with his head up.

The potter was riding his horse behind him, when suddenly, a pair of eagle eyes burst out with a hint of a strange color.

Because, when he saw Wu Song on the run, he untied the gourd on his waist and was frantically pouring water into his mouth.

"Are you kidding that you still have leisure when you run for your life?" The potter's eyes suddenly showed suspicion.

Immediately afterwards, the potter smelled a hint of wine from the wind.

Wine!

Could it be ......

The potter's heart was shocked, and he suddenly remembered a terrible thing, and subconsciously slowed down his horse.

He vaguely remembered that Wu Song had the talent of "drunkard".

According to the explanation of the system elves, those who have the talent of alcoholics, after drinking, the martial arts will exceed the limit and advance by leaps and bounds, and the more alcohol you drink, the more the force value will increase.

It can even be promoted to the Martial Saint level and surpass the combat effectiveness of 100 force points!

Now Wu Song was obviously defeated, and he was still in the mood to drink while fleeing, looking like that, he was clearly planning to trigger the talent of drunkards.

"Oops, I forgot that this Wu Song still has such a magical talent, no, I can't chase it anymore, if I chase it again, my life will be in danger."

Thinking of this, the potter accepted it when he saw it, and fiercely reined in the war horse, and wanted to give up the pursuit.

At this moment, Wu Song had already poured all the wine of the whole gourd, threw the empty gourd, took the first step to rein in the horse and turned around, and rushed towards the potter.

"Tao thief, let you see my Wu Song's true strength, today Lao Tzu has to behead your dog, let's take your life-"

With a frantic shout, Wu Song roared like a mad tiger and attacked the potter.

The heavy stick in his hand carried a storm-like blade wind, and where he passed, he actually overturned the two sergeants and soldiers within the range of two zhang to the left and right.

"System Elf, quickly scan Wu Song's force value for me!" The potter hurriedly ordered with his mind.

"Tick...... System scanning, the force value of the subject Wu Song is 98, the force value of the object is 99, and the force value of the object is 100......"

Wu Song's martial arts value was really growing rapidly, and in just a few moments, he directly rushed to 100 half-step martial saint strength.

"I went, and it went straight to 100 force points!"

The potter was afraid at this time, and he was anxious to restrain the horse and wanted to avoid it, but just as he closed the effort, Wu Song was already like a violent wind, rushing in.

There is no way to avoid it, only to hard-connect.

The potter was not in a hurry to think about it, gritted his teeth fiercely, the ape arm exploded, the green tendons were about to crack, and he used the power of his life to lift the sword to meet the attack.

Almost at the same time as the knife was drawn, the iron rod in Wu Song's hand was already like the sky was cracking, and it was crazy to bombard.

Two invisible blade walls squeezed the air, and they collided with each other.

Rumble!

The roar of the earth-shattering metal soared into the sky, and the instant vibration was as if the sky had been pierced into a hole, and it shook to a radius of seven or eight zhang, and the two sergeants all dropped their weapons and covered their ears that were about to crack.

At the center of the impact, a huge and incomparable shock wave exploded in all directions, setting off a wild dust in the air, and the flesh and blood within two zhang were all shattered in an instant, and the soldiers within the five zhang range were all overturned to the ground.

At the place where the knife and the stick collided, the pottery merchant's body shook violently, and in an instant, he felt the crazy force like the sky collapsing and the earth cracking, like a heavenly river bursting the embankment, surging and powerlessly pouring into his body, stirring his qi and blood tumbling like a tide, and he actually had an urge to vomit blood.

The potter felt that the green tendons of his arms were clicking, and his blood was tense, as if the muscles of his arms were about to burst and burst.

His body shook even more violently, his legs almost failed to clamp the horse's belly, the hands holding the knife were in great pain, and the tiger's mouth was faintly cracked.

This is the blow of the half-step martial saint.

Easily, he completely overwhelmed the potter, and under one blow, he had the illusion that he was about to suffocate.

"Is this the power of the drunkard, it is so strong in the blink of an eye......

The pottery merchant was shocked, and before he could catch his breath, Wu Song's second stick was already handed out like the wind, and with the mighty force of collapse, it blasted towards him.

Another 100 brawn attack.

The potter didn't have to think about it, so he could only take a strong breath, forcibly suppressed the tumbling qi and blood, his arms exploded, and he danced the knife again.

Throat!

The knives and sticks collided again, and a wave of shockwaves spread out in all directions, cutting off the heads of the two soldiers who were not long-eyed.

The potter only felt the impact of the sky cracking the earth, mercilessly pouring into his body, like a whip stained with water, slamming his five intestines and six intestines, causing the qi and blood to roll like a tide, almost reaching his throat.

It's so fucking strong!

The potter took a deep breath again, gritted his teeth fiercely, and barely calmed down.

The power of the half-step martial saint is certainly strong, but the potter has also reached a force value of 98 points, even if he is obviously inferior, Wu Song wants to defeat him, he has to do it in dozens of moves.

"Pottery thief, go die!"

Wu Song's eyes exploded, and with a wild roar, the third muddy iron heavy stick slashed down.

Bang bang bang!

Where the heavy stick swept, the air exploded, and there was an explosion sound, which was incredibly powerful.

"Tick...... High-energy alarm, high-energy alarm, the force value of the object Wu Song, rises to 103, reaching the combat effectiveness of the junior martial saint. ”

103！

Junior Martial Saint!

The pottery merchant's expression changed in shock, but he didn't expect that Wu Song's force value had not risen to the end, and he had broken through 100 and reached the strength of a junior martial saint.

The attack power of the half-step Martial Saint was already so powerful, and the heavy stick of the junior Martial Saint blasted out, and the pottery merchant really didn't know if he could hold it.

Just when he was surprised, the first stick had already carried the huge force of the collapse of heaven and earth, and slashed down wildly, and the invisible blade wind covered the range of Fang Yuanzhang Xu, making the potter unavoidable.

You can only carry it hard!

The potter didn't have time to think, the war knife in his hand clenched, reversed and swept out, and slashed out with all his might.

The moment the knife came out, the potter's eyes suddenly burst into ecstasy.

Because the power of this sword was beyond his original force value, it actually reached the half-step martial saint and the force value of a hundred.

At the critical moment, he triggered the critical strike talent again, and he also burst out with a move full of 100 force.

The next second, the knife collided with the stick.

Mars splashed up in all directions, and the loud sound of the sky collapsing and cracking rose into the sky, and the sky devoured everything, and the shock wave that exploded covered a radius of six zhang, carrying up a monstrous dust, covering the sky and the sun.

At the moment of impact, the potter's figure shook violently, and the terrifying power of the shattered mountains and rivers poured into his body turbulently, like ten thousand war horses galloping in his chest.

The fierceness of this blow is far better than Fang Cai's move, if the potter is still 98 force value, under this blow, I am afraid that he has been knocked to the ground on the spot.

It's just that he was lucky enough to trigger a critical hit, and with a force value of 100, he met the attack of 103, although it was hard, but he barely took it.

The dust dissipated, and although the potter was out of breath, he still stood tall.

Seeing this scene, Wu Song, who was in a rage, was stunned and changed color.