"It seems that I can see the bottom of the box of the blind man." Wang Ziming said.

Since Wumingzi became famous, everyone has only seen the Mingyue Seventeen Style of Wumingzi, and has not seen Wumingzi use other swordsmanship, Kongtong has been inherited for a long time, and it is naturally impossible to have only one set of swordsmanship, and Mingyue Seventeen Style is the swordsmanship before the virtual realm, and it may not be enough after the virtual realm, and Wumingzi must have more powerful swordsmanship.

The long-standing yellow robe, bald head and bare feet, holding a stick with eyebrows, the monk stepped into the air, standing tall with the ignorant son.

Wumingzi pressed the sword, said a request, went to the tree sword out of the sheath, the sword intent was agitated even more intensely, the long sword pointed directly at the monk, the air was stimulated by the sword intent, and countless sword qi was formed, like a long river pouring down, enveloping the monk and leaving.

The monk ate a long stick, the long stick was like a pestle on the ground, the void trembled, the air exploded, the pressure expanded, and the sword qi burst out, and the sound of explosion was endless.

The two were separated by three hundred meters, and neither did the Mingzi nor the monk, only the sword intent stirred and the Gang Qi expanded.

As soon as they made a move, they had such a might, the cultivation of the two of them could be seen, the air agitation became more and more intense, the monk's body protection qi was constantly destroyed by the sword qi, and the piercing air whistling sound was endless, as if the high-pressure water gun was hitting the wall.

Seven seconds after the impact of the sword intent, the monk made a move, and the qi of heaven and earth converged along the long stick, and in an instant, a hundred zhang long stick was formed, and the long stick split Huashan, and suddenly the heaven and earth shook, the mountain shouted a tsunami, and the unrivaled air pressure was under the head cover, and the ground trees hundreds of meters below were all overwhelmed by the unmatched pressure.

Facing the momentum of the long stick Mount Tai at the top, Wumingzi's expression remained unchanged, and he went to the tree sword in one move, and the boundless sword qi rushed up, mighty.

The terrifying stick momentum was pressed, and every time it fell, the stick momentum became stronger by one point, and the endless sword qi was constantly dispersed, and Wumingzi was under the stick, seeing that he could no longer escape.

"What a stick." Yan Zhongda exclaimed.

The six words did not fall, the situation had changed, and the sword in Wumingzi's hand shot out of his hand, piercing through the mighty stick shadow, and then the sword intent exploded, and the sword qi pierced through the air, starting to expand from the place where the tree sword pierced, and in an instant, the stick shadow had been decomposed by the sword qi.

The remnants of the stick fell to the ground, and all the trees in a radius of miles under the feet of Wumingzi turned into powder, and a deep ditch cracked in the ground between the two.

After receiving a move from the monk, Wumingzi already had a number in his heart, went to the tree sword to return his hand, the sword intent converged, and then several sword qi torrents rushed straight to the monk in all directions, and with a move of his footsteps, he raised his sword to kill him.

The monk shouted, and the Qi Mei stick was like a pear blossom blooming, scattering all the sword qi, the air roared endlessly, the forest was scattered, and the ground was shattered.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them were already close, and the short arms were close to each other, and the sword style of Wumingzi was as delicate as a frightening dragon, fluttering like a dragon, and there was no trace of one move and one style, only to see the sword qi coming and going, and the white expanse was full of sword light.

The monk's eyebrow stick is turbulent, both offensive and defensive, the momentum is like a rainbow, and the power is amazing.

Both of them are masters of martial arts cultivation to the extreme, and every move and style is like a natural mix, and there are no flaws to be found.

A master of the Void Realm who has cultivated to the extreme of martial arts, if he wants to distinguish the winner from the loser, he can only rely on his own cultivation, and the two have fought for twelve moves, according to the current situation, the difference between the cultivation of the two is not big.

Among the people, Wumingzi's cultivation is the top, although Wang Ziming is not bad, but he has too little experience in fighting, and his combat effectiveness is estimated to be similar to Lu Feng, Yan Zhongda should be slightly inferior to Wumingzi, Sun Yulou and Chu Xiang are second, and Lu Fenghe

Wang Ziming again, the realm of the four people is one level worse than the five, and Xuanyuan Xuan, who has just entered the virtual realm, is far worse than the four people, and finally the bottom.

"What is the origin of this monk? There is such a cultivation. Lu Feng said.

"The countries of South Asia are full of monks, who knows where they popped up." Chu Xiang rolled his eyes and said.

"Most of these guys are perverts, I'm afraid there are still means that haven't been used." Sun Yulou Road.

As he spoke, the battle between the Wumingzi and the monk had passed fifty moves, and they were still in a state of victory or defeat.

"These two guys won't know each other, will they?" Wang Ziming said.

"Sort of." Yan Zhongda nodded.

The Duel of Void Realm masters, it is rare to be evenly matched outside of fifty moves, and it is obvious that both of them have not gone all out yet, and they don't know what to do.

When the two were talking, the situation changed, the monk's stick method changed, the wind and thunder went out, and a Qi Mei stick was as light as nothing, pointing east and west, shuttling back and forth, without the slightest wind.

After the monk changed his moves, Wumingzi also changed his moves.

"I look down on people too much." Wang Ziming shook his head and said.

In the fierce battle between the two, they had no distractions, naturally they couldn't hear what Wang Ziming said, otherwise they didn't know what would happen.

It's really a bit of a contempt for people, and Wumingzi is only now using the Bright Moon Seventeen Style, and he doesn't know how many thousands of miles away from the trick of pressing the bottom of the box.

"Is this going to be practiced on the other side?" Sun Yulou Road.

"Same." Lu Feng said.

Wumingzi practiced on the opposite side, and the monk probably also had such an idea, wanting to explore the root of Wumingzi, and the two still had a lot of means to use.

The seventeen swords of the Wuming Zi came out, the sword net was trapped, and the monk's Qi Mei stick stirred the wind and thunder, instantly breaking the seventeen styles of the bright moon.

After the two hundred and eighty-nine changes were used up, Wumingzi still couldn't help the monk, and the sword moves changed again, and the target of each move was the heart of the monk's chest.

After six moves, the monk suddenly changed his stick method, and he did not allow the tip of Wumingzi's sword to point at his chest, and he rushed to attack, and suddenly the wind and thunder roared, the heavens and the earth shook, and the surrounding heaven and earth were in chaos.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? The monk seemed to feel very bad. Chu Xiang said.

No one knows what the swordsmanship is, the only thing that can make a few people feel the difference is that the monk is no longer seeing the moves, but trying his best to destroy the swordsmanship of the Enlightened Son, so as not to let the Enlightened Son use the swordsmanship smoothly.

Although the monk tried his best to disrupt the sword technique of the Ignorant Son, he was still occasionally pointed at the chest by the tip of the sword, and when the two hundred and thirty-eight moves, the tip of the sword of the Ignorant Zi pointed to the monk's chest for the forty-ninth time, and suddenly forty-nine sword lights appeared in the air, like a silk net gathered in one place, the focus was the heart of the monk, no matter how the monk moved and dodged, the converging sword light was fixed three feet away from his chest, as if the focus was on him.

The monk roared suddenly, the golden light burst out all over his body, and the swarthy Qi Mei stick also burst out of the yellow and clear light, and the long stick slammed into the place where the sword light gathered, and suddenly the heaven and earth shook violently, and the head of the stick collided with the place where the sword light converged, making a sharp explosion, and there were ripples in the air, and the incomparable pressure destroyed the clouds overhead, and the violent air flow leveled the mountains and forests within a radius of more than ten miles.

When the monk resisted the focus of the sword light, Wumingzi went to the sword and pointed at the focus, the surging sword qi merged into the focus, the dazzling light burst out, the crisp glass shattered the sound of glass breaking, and the converging sword light shattered the monk's Qi Mei stick, and then erupted on the monk's chest.

The golden light and sword light on the monk's body violently impacted, and the monk flew out upside down, covered in clothes

The hair was gone, the golden light on his body was gone, and there was a scorch mark on his chest and heart.

Wumingzi did not continue to pursue, put his sword back into its sheath, and let the monk fall into the distance.

The monk was not dead, and Chu Xiang and several people felt that the monk still had a faint breath.

On the opposite side, a master of the Void Realm quickly stepped out of the air, caught the monk who still had a trace of breath, protected the monk's heart, and brought it back for healing.

"Akiko." Chu Xiang said loudly.

Everyone under the mountain responded loudly and shouted in unison.

"This shouldn't be his trick at the bottom of the box." Lu Feng said with some dissatisfaction.

"Definitely not." Sun Yulou said affirmatively.

"I don't know if Kongtong still accepts disciples." Wang Ziming said.

"I've already set the position of the first disciple under Kongtong Wumingzi, don't you rob me." Sun Yulou said urgently.

Under the battle between the monks and the monks, the mountains and forests between the decisive mountain and the opposite mountain were all destroyed, and everything was shattered everywhere, everything in the center of the kilometer was turned into powder, the ground disappeared for five or six meters, the thick lead cloud was destroyed, and the sun shone down on the mountain. If it weren't for Chu Xiang and a few people to block the impact of the agitation, I am afraid that the people in the martial arts hall would be damaged, and the decisive victory mountain would also become a bare stone mountain.

"Kongtong swordsmanship, unpredictable." Yan Zhongda sighed.

It is indeed an unpredictable swordsmanship, the sword qi actually leads to the qi of heaven and earth, and finally gathers in one place, the formation of the focus is even more incomprehensible, as if the focus should be on the monk, can not dodge, can not be cut off, can only resist, Chu Xiang believes, even if he faces such a swordsmanship, there is only one dead word.

"How?" Wumingzi put his hands behind his back, floated back to the top of the mountain, raised his head slightly, and made a look of empty eyes.

"The master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship." Chu Xiang pretended to say.

Wumingzi hurriedly dodged away, joking to joke, he couldn't stand the worship of the demon king.

"Zhongli Daoyou's swordsmanship is superb, admire." Lu Feng said.

Finding that several people were looking at him intently, Wumingzi laughed and said, "I'm a person with a master." ”

Chu Xiang and Sun Yulou are both self-taught, Wang Ziming is inherited from generation to generation, and it is the same as having a master, Yan Zhongda and Lu Feng have masters, but the masters have long been left far behind by them, and they are also groping for themselves after the virtual realm, so it is naturally difficult to compare with a big inheritance like Kongtong.

"Master, do you still accept apprentices?" Sun Yulou is a serious way.

"Don't take it, don't take it." Wumingzi laughed.

"Zhongli Daoyou Zhuyu is in front, let the Sprinkle family sacrifice ugliness for a while." Yan Zhongda got up, his swollen body moved, and the person was already in mid-air, and he couldn't see the slightest sense of sluggishness.

Yan Zhongda grabbed it with his hand, and the sky was full of wind and clouds, and where the wind and clouds gathered, a hundred-zhang long whip appeared, and with a wave of his hand, the cloud long whip exploded, and the void buzzed and echoed.

"Good to grasp the clouds into a whip with one hand." Lu Feng praised.

Everyone can do it by grabbing the cloud whip, but it is not easy to catch the cloud whip as lightly as Yan Zhongda, and it can reach a hundred zhang as soon as he grabs the cloud whip. Don't look at the long whip is a gathering of wind and clouds, it really wields it is no different from a real long whip, and it is like being hit to pieces.

Yan Zhongda flicked his wrist, and the hundred-zhang long whip circled like a long snake, and a tornado whirlwind appeared in the air, and the whining wind roar continued.

"The name of the whip god is better than him." Chu Xiang praised.