Thundered!

The energy surged, and the shadow of the finger palm fist and the sword light crisscrossed and crisscrossed, drawing a ravine on the small mound, setting off monstrous smoke and dust.

"Is this still an artistic conception martial artist?"

Han Yufeng's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of surprise.

The same is true for the other person, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that the golden figure that was comparable to Zhou Yongzhan would be a teenager a few years younger than them.

Although they are not the pride of the sky, but in their respective circles, they are also first-class genius martial artists, after layers of selection, they entered the Kunwu Sect, even if they have family advantages, and there are teachers in the sect to help them, but they also rely on their own efforts and talents, not to mention the hardships, but they also have to go through great pains before entering the inner gate.

Through the continuous provision of resources by the family, the careful cultivation of the teacher, and the martial arts classics of the sect that far surpass the outside world, there is today's art industry.

It can be said that the disciples of the Dipin Sect basically have the strength to challenge the same level of casual cultivation, and in the cognition of the disciples of the sect, the opponent is only the same sect or the same sect disciples, and they have never put the scattered cultivation in their eyes.

But today, Wu Ming's performance completely broke their inherent cognition, if it was the same level, it would be fine, after all, the base of scattered martial artists is huge, and there are several relatively outstanding genius martial artists, which is also reasonable, they have also seen it.

But Wu Ming is a young man who has never been trained by the sect system, and he doesn't even have a master, not to mention that he has been hostage in Beijin for five years.

How many five years are there in life?

It is undeniable that the juvenile stage is the stage of laying the foundation for any human warrior, and the gap is not large, often in the later stage, and it gradually opens up after the influence of various factors, and the person on the Tianjiao list is the best example.

But Wu Ming was born in a wild way, he was a teenager for five years, and the young man who was younger than them actually cultivated with artistic conception, which was on par with Zhou Yong.

In addition to unwillingness, jealousy, and deep annoyance, why can you, a miscellaneous cultivator from a wild road, be on a par with the genius of our sect? ?

Especially thinking of the care of the Xuansheng Ancestor, the secret news of the Shaolin Temple, etc., this annoyance erupted like pouring oil!

Compared with the two of them, who are still trying to restrain themselves, Zhou Yong, who fought with Wu Ming, is even more difficult to hide his jealousy, more than a month ago in the Valley of Ghosts, Wu Ming is still under his hands, and then the defense of the step armor is difficult and desperate, if it is not for the desperate self-explosion fire breakthrough, there is no way to survive at all.

Of course, this is just his own idea, but Wu Ming can have his current cultivation today, and he is on par with his own fighting, which makes Zhou Yong angry and hateful!

"Damn, you actually refined the five-colored fire orchid!"

Zhou Yong was furious, his sword moves were even more ruthless, he didn't leave his hand anymore, he brushed a few swords, and the thick and powerful sword qi became even more majestic, and it was Wu Ming who was pressed backwards.

Han Yufeng's eyes were suddenly revealed, no wonder this was the case, it turned out to be by the power of heaven and earth spiritual objects, when they thought of this, although they were still jealous, they also calmed down a little.

I have to say that people like to find reasons for themselves, and they are quite reasonable, otherwise they can't convince themselves.

Wu Ming was noncommittal about this, and he couldn't even raise the idea of refuting it, and this kind of self-righteous thought was not disdained at all.

At this time, he was immersed in the battle with Zhou Yong, constantly deducing the gap between himself and such a talented martial artist of the sect, and further making up for himself.

"This person's strength is not as good as Ding Scarhu, but it is definitely more than a step stronger than the man in black, if it weren't for the integration of my "Ming King Fudo Zun" and Gangyi, his sword qi alone would have made me suffer a heavy blow. ”

Wu Ming shook the thick and incomparable sword qi, smashed it with one palm, and felt the terrifying power coming from his arm, and his heart was awe-inspiring.

It can be seen that if it weren't for Zhou Yong's breakthrough time, even if his cultivation was stable, he would not have comprehended the corresponding peerless sword moves to a higher level.

It can be said that without matching peerless martial arts, Zhou Yong is at best just cultivating and growing, perfecting the innate general trend, compared to Wu Ming's progress, it seems that he has crossed the great realm, but in fact it is not out of reach.

It must be known that Wu Ming's martial arts cultivation and realm are not at the same level at all, it can be said that every time his cultivation breaks through, with his profound martial arts realm, his strength increases geometrically!

"Damn, I can actually use the five-colored fire orchid to open the five orific heavenly destiny, and I am not afraid of my Kunwu sword power to suppress it!"

After a long battle, Zhou Yong was extremely annoyed, but he also felt even more powerless.

At the beginning of the battle in the Ghost Valley, he knew that Wu Ming cultivated both inside and outside, and his strength was terrifying, and he would definitely not lose much to his half-step innate, but now that he broke through the innate, his true qi was not only purer, but also ten times more, and compared with Wu Ming's consumption, he still didn't have much advantage.

In his feelings, Wu Ming was a freak who had reached the innate in all aspects except for his cultivation, and even surpassed him, a genuine innate martial artist, to some extent!

Especially according to what he thought, Wu Ming borrowed the five-color fire orchid to open the five-trick life fire and embarked on the road of refining the destiny of heaven, this kind of background is several times stronger than him, and his future achievements are limitless.

It is foreseeable that in a few years, as long as today's war spreads, Wu Ming will inevitably be on the Tianjiao list, even if it is the tail of the crane, it will be a great glory.

If you want to deal with Wu Ming again, many methods will inevitably be restricted, because every Tianjiao martial artist has received attention from all sides, and this kind of Tianjiao martial artist who is exposed to the sun, although it has disadvantages and benefits for cultivation, no one dares to risk the big disapproval and kill the Tianjiao martial artist who is regarded as the hope of the human race.

Even if this hope has not yet grown!

As everyone knows, the seedlings will be protected in all aspects, which is another kind of exposure to the sun!

"He must be killed, or I will be ridiculed and live in his shadow for the rest of my life!"

Zhou Yong's mind flashed, since returning to the sect, the strange eyes from the senior brothers, the eyes were full of murderous intent, and a fierce sword forced Wu Ming away, and he jumped into the air, the breath on his body was swishing and restrained, and there seemed to be no sign of making a move.

"The killing machine has become stronger, this kid finally wants to do it seriously!"

Wu Ming's expression was grim, and there was excitement in his eyes, because since he appeared, what he wanted was to see what gap existed between himself and the genius children of the major sects.

This is also about him, the choice of martial arts in the future, whether to enter the sect, or self-cultivation, looking for a path to martial arts!

"Wu Ming, I admit that your strength is indeed unexpected, but you are just an artistic conception cultivator, a mere cultivator, and you will never understand the strength of the sect!"

Zhou Yong held a long sword and drew a circle in front of him, which seemed simple, but at the moment when the sword circle was formed, the wind and clouds changed abruptly.

"Heh, it looks like you want me to see it, but from the past, it was nothing more than that!"

Wu Ming deliberately sneered disdainfully, wanting to provoke Zhou Yong and make him burst out stronger, and there was no longer a hand.

"Arrogance!"

"Ignorance!"

Han Yufeng and the two scolded angrily.

"Although I know that you want to provoke me, make me lose my normal heart, and then play abnormally, but you will pay the price for your arrogance, and you will regret it for provoking me!"

Zhou Yong's expression was cold, and he fiercely raised his sword to the sky and slashed down.

Buzz rumble!

As the sword body moved downward, the heaven and earth were dim, it seemed that the wind and clouds were surging, the dark clouds covered the sky, and the thunder came, in fact, it was the intention of its sword momentum to be condensed too strongly, so that there were too many heaven and earth aura to be pulled, and the intention caused by stirring the veins of heaven and earth.

"Hey, I didn't expect Senior Brother Zhou to have just broken through the innate and mastered the meaning of the sword in Kunwu's sword momentum!"

Han Yufeng and the others gasped, and under the pressure of this general trend, they involuntarily staggered backwards.

Poof!

On the other hand, Wu Ming, who bore the brunt of the attack, was actually short, and his legs that were pressed stepped into the ground and were constantly sinking.

"Humph!"

Wu Ming was cold, his excited and restless heart calmed down in an instant, Gu Jing had no waves, slowly raised his hands, flipped them over, and pressed them down.

Buzz!

An even more majestic and terrifying aura rose to the sky, and the entire hill seemed to be pulled by an inexplicable momentum, trembling endlessly.

"It's ......"

Han Yufeng couldn't believe that the towering mountains that came into view were still rising, gradually supporting the undulating dark clouds to cover the top.

It was a terrible scene that could not be seen with the naked eye, only by observing it with divine sense, it was the vision of Wu Ming's own will that affected heaven and earth, this is the real trend of the general trend!

In other words, Zhou Yong, the genius martial artist of the Mixed Yuan Sect, was far inferior to Wu Ming, the artistic conception martial artist.

"Slash!"

The corners of Zhou Yong's eyes twitched, obviously he also discovered this, and he couldn't help but shout, and the long sword in his hand slashed down.

All the surging wind and clouds condensed into the sword body, turning into a sword qi of dozens of zhang, and slashed down, slashing directly at the phantom of the mountain peak surging on Wu Ming's body.

"Hmph, Qinglong Probe Claw!"

Wu Ming's eyes flashed, and his palms suddenly raised, as if turning the sky upside down.

Rise!

For a while, the dragon chanted, only to see the mountain shadow flashing illusory, but it turned into a dragon shadow, walking through the clouds and mist, just in response to the old saying, the dragon sees the head but does not see the end!

Boom!

The dragon claws and sword qi were staggered, the piercing explosion was like a thunderous explosion, and the explosive energy surged, only to see the dragon shadow and the sword qi collapse at the same time, but after that, there was a golden palm print, which broke through the clouds and mist and was fiercely imprinted on Zhou Yong's chest.

"Not good!"

didn't even have time to activate the talisman treasure, Zhou Yong was slapped away, and spit out a mouthful of blood in the air.

"Bold!"

"Look for death!"

Han Yufeng and the others couldn't believe that Zhou Yong would be defeated, and after coming back to their senses in shock, they burst into tears, and they all flew out, pointing at Wu Ming's heart.

Roar!

At this moment, the tyrannical tiger roared with the hurricane, and the red tiger shadow, which was as huge as a hill, instantly appeared behind Wu Ming and slapped it with a claw.

Boom!

The two congenital and the kitten fought in an instant, you came and went, and fought for a few rounds in the blink of an eye, and no one could help anyone.

"Hmph, sneak attack hurts people, this is the virtue of the disciples of the Kunwu Sect, this king has seen it today!"

Wu Mingsenran glanced at the two of them, took a deep breath, stomped hard under his feet, and shot at Zhou Yong, who fell to the ground, killing the air with a strong sense of intrigue!