Who are you? Looking at Chu Xiong, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, Ling Meng was a little surprised. Because he could see that although Chu Xiong seemed to be standing there casually, he was both offensive and defensive, and invulnerable. This feeling is a headache for the enemy.

This is exactly the sword intent of the "Dugu Nine Swords" he learned in his previous life! Even, Chu Xiong thought that although this swordsmanship was wonderful, it was too passive, so he abandoned it. However, he still greatly appreciates this kind of artistic conception of winning without tricks. So although he used his best knife technique, he still maintained this kind of light and light temperament before the war.

It's weird. Ling Meng raised his spirit, not daring to be careless at all.

Chu Xiong smiled, pulled out the inferior iron knife from behind his back, and carried it diagonally across his shoulder. It's getting more and more frivolous, but it's still so nowhere to start.

So standing two feet away from Chu Xiong, Ling Meng immediately stopped his steps. The long sword in his hand was crossed in front of his chest, and he was ready for battle.

"Menacing, anticlimactic!" Chu Xiong smiled disdainfully, "If you have the ability, come here, and if you don't have the guts, lie on the ground, and let the warriors of Da Wushan see your appearance." ”

A sixth-rank martial artist is still so indifferent in the face of a soul martial artist, which makes people who know Chu Xiong feel that this son is not simple. At least in terms of courage, it is no less than many predecessors. But how did they know about Chu Xiong's actual cultivation?

Humiliated by a teenage warrior, Ling Meng's patience and carefulness were finally swallowed up by mania. With a loud roar, the long sword struck, and the bearer had a powerful momentum, like thunder. The flicker of the sword light drew a straight white light, piercing Chu Xiong's heart.

There were exclamations of admiration and uneasy exclamations. The hard blow of the strongest man under Dawu Mountain was really extraordinary. Especially this second-class killing skill, it is indeed enviable. At the foot of Dawu Mountain, this "Running Thunder Sword" is the only second-class killing skill, and many martial artists are envious.

It's just a fast, plus a little momentum, that's all! Chu Xiong sighed in his heart, this, can it be called a second-class killing skill? Although this "Running Thunder Sword" may be a treasure in the eyes of others, in Chu Xiong's opinion, it is tantamount to garbage. This level of swordsmanship is much worse than the Blue Blood Sword and the Blue Shadow Sword in the previous life, not to mention the Xuantian Sword that he is cultivating now.

Xuantian Sword, about a thousand points of star soul power can be fully operated, and Chu Xiong has already reached this realm. It's no wonder that after performing it in its entirety last night, Chu Yun immediately concluded that the Xuantian Sword could be called a killing skill above the sixth rank. Compared to this second-class killing skill, it is indeed very clever.

Of course, Chu Xiong didn't dare to display all the advanced sword techniques, lest he be shocked. However, even if he only performed the superficial introductory move in front of him, it was enough to suppress Ling Meng's Thunder Sword!

Ling Meng's sword had already reached half a foot in front of Chu Xiong's chest, but he didn't see any panic from Chu Xiong. Just when everyone thought that Chu Xiong was scared stupid, his figure moved like a ghost.

Quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, this is the Ling Bo microstep that he stole in his previous life. Once his footwork unfolds, he is as elusive as a butterfly through a flower. Suddenly, Chu Xiong's body rushed out diagonally, letting Ling Meng's sword rub against his clothes.

Ling Meng was shocked, but he was no longer able to change his moves at such a close distance. His body had already staggered forward, and with Chu Xiong rushing forward, the two of them were almost diagonally back to back.

And the moment he staggered, Ling Meng was shocked to find that Chu Xiong's right hand carrying the knife had been smashed down!

The handle of the iron knife was slammed back, and the blade was not used at all. The head of the handle of the knife hit Ling Meng's back directly, and the guy made an "ah" sound. His body was already rushing forward, and Chu Xiong smashed him hard in the back, making his body shape uncontrollable. staggered for more than a dozen steps in a row, and finally even held the ground with one hand, so that there would not be a dog gnawing!

In one move, the high and low judgment.

Silence, deathly silence.

After a long time, Yi Hao laughed a little, which then caused an uproar among hundreds of people in the audience. I can't see that this young man really has two brushes! In the face of the only soul martial artist in Dawu Mountain, and it is the soul martial that has mastered the highest killing technique under Dawu Mountain, Chu Xiong can actually gain the upper hand in this attitude.

Some people have even seen that if Chu Xiong had not used the handle of the knife at that time, but stabbed with his backhand, then Ling Meng's neck might have ...... by now Unthinkable ending!

And the taste in Ling Meng's heart at this time is full of flavors. He never imagined that a teenager could make such a mess of himself.

Ahh

Ling Meng, who was both ashamed and angry, raised his head to the sky and roared, and suddenly a powerful aura seemed to form around him. The white light around him appeared, thicker and thicker, and then wrapped him.

The white rays converged overhead, and then condensed into a shining star. According to Chu Yun's account to Chu Xiong, the number of stars reflects the realm of soul martial arts, and the concentration of color reflects what level soul martial arts are in this great realm.

The faint starry is inferior, the shining is medium, and the dazzling is superior.

In other words, Ling Meng was not an inferior one-star soul martial artist as rumored, but a medium-class soul.

But even if that's the case, what can it be? Chu Xiong didn't care at all. According to the strength, he is already between the top-grade one-star soul martial arts and the low-grade two-star Meng martial arts, surpassing Ling Meng;

Shining stars swirled above Ling Meng's head, showing his pride as a soul martial artist. Everyone could feel that Ling Meng's strength suddenly became a lot stronger, and this was the effect of star soul power.

Correspondingly, the speed and strength of the Thunder Sword also increased again, and it seemed to be more than fifty percent stronger than just now.

A cloud of sword light seemed to be flying like fireworks, and the momentum that rolled up became more and more powerful. The splendor of those swords dazzled the more than 100 people present.

Ling Meng kicked with his feet, jumped high, and pounced on Chu Xiong like a big peng spreading his wings. That little bit of sword light fell all over the sky, enveloping Chu Xiong tightly.

Chu Xiong smiled indifferently, and his steps moved forward rapidly, as if sliding on the ice, and his speed was also doubled. This sudden change once again shocked everyone.

The two sides are rapidly approaching, like two afterimages about to collide. Chu Xiong suddenly burst out, sprinted upwards high, and soared a full foot high, surpassing Ling Meng's height. As a result, the high and low were suddenly translocated.

Heh-

With a roar, Chu Xiong's iron knife slashed down. There are no fancy, just more, fiercer, and faster than the fierce sword!

Ling Meng was shocked and hurriedly raised his long sword to block. The sword rays in the sky suddenly disappeared, leaving only the hard collision of strength. This is to break Baihui with one force. No matter how many moves you make and how handsome you are, in the face of the opponent's overwhelming blow, you can only block except to dodge. And with Ling Meng's speed alone, how could he dodge? What's more, Chu Xiong had already calculated that he would jump up in the air, and in a situation where he couldn't borrow his strength, he could only carry it to the death!

When—

A crisp sound of metal cracking reverberated in the ears of more than 100 people. Chu Xiong's inferior iron knife was broken.