readx;? Chapter 202 Spirit Snake Nine Flashes

The frivolous look in Wu Lang's eyes, after Zifeng revealed his realm, quickly became solemn, it turned out to be a military general! You must know that Wu Lang stayed in Haoran Academy for a year, and only then did he enter the later stage of military generals, but the young man in front of him, how can he also reach the level of a military general, impossible, impossible, is his talent stronger than mine?

"Damn it's you! You've angered me, I'm going to kill you!" Wu Lang began to lose control of his emotions under the influence of vanity, and even threatened to kill Zifeng, whether it was successful or not, it was already a big taboo. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Then come on...... Zifeng's face was calm and terrifying, looking at Wu Lang who rushed over, standing there motionless.

Wu Lang's martial arts general's vitality gushed out in the later stage, holding the spirit snake sword in his hand, and shouted 'Spirit snake out of the hole', the spirit snake sword instantly became extremely fast, and shot towards Zifeng's throat at the speed of chasing stars and shooting the moon. When the spirit snake sword swayed, it emitted strange fluctuations, like charm, like illusion, the vision became hazy, only to feel a long snake biting over, and kept making a 'hissing' sound.

If you are an ordinary person, you may have a trace of trance, but under the spiritual power in the early stage of ascending to the hall, what is this interference, close, close...... Just when Wu Lang Ion Wind was five meters away, the sub-wind moved, moving like thunder.

Under the vigorous step of Zifeng's right foot, dense cracks appeared on the solid ground, and Zifeng rushed forward with a stronger posture to meet the spirit snake sword that Wu Lang stabbed in...... The eyes are still so calm and natural, how many times have you wandered between life and death, how can Wu Lang know all this, is the level of a military general high? No, if you have been born and died several times, what is this!

Like a shadow, before the spirit snake sword touched his body, he unfolded it just right, and only one dodged, and passed by the long sword in Wu Lang's hand. The body dodge, the vitality in the body suddenly burst out, less than a breath time, the vitality will be the running muscles of the Burning Sky Fist away, even if it is not yet 'human element unity', but the vitality is no longer the original slow, need to gather momentum, brewing situation.

'Furious', with thousands of wild anger in Zifeng's heart, imprinted towards Wu Lang's sideways open chest. However, as a student of Haoran Academy, confrontation is indispensable every day, Wu Lang's left hand turned into a fist, coiling silk palm: pulling the cocoon and picking silk, it seemed to be gentle and Zifeng's fierce right fist came into contact with each other.

Zifeng's fist power seemed to be mired in the quagmire, and with a punch of 'rage', there was a trace of sluggishness, but it was this trace of sluggishness, Wu Lang's spirit snake sword pulled back, cut down horizontally, and wanted to cut off Zifeng's arm, in this way, Zifeng could only withdraw his fist and retreat, the sharpness of the spirit snake sword, Zifeng had not seen it.

In the first contact, Zifeng and Wu Lang were equal. But Wu Lang was frightened for a while, although the fight just now happened in an instant, but the young man named Zifeng on the opposite side did not take out any weapon at all, in other words, the Spirit Snake Sword took an advantage for him! And he was not as good as the young man opposite! Angry, angry, angry! If you don't kill this fang, how can you feel at ease.

Wu Lang has never given in since he was a child, the Spirit Snake Sword and others were raised high by Wu Lang, and the vitality of the whole body kept running, with the passage of time and seconds, the breath on Wu Lang's body became more and more intense, and the invisible coercion slowly took shape on the field......

"This is the breath of the Xuanjie Exercises. "Knowing the little light in the sea, feeling it, he said affirmatively.

Xuan-level exercises? What a wealthy Tianzhou martial artist casually uses is the Xuan-level exercises, and the martial artists are only a few Xuan-level scrolls. Can't wait for a long time, Zifeng originally wanted to take out the ink knife, but thinking that Ziming's long sword was cut off by the spirit snake sword in one photo, it was gone, and his body quickly approached Wu Lang, Burning Sky Fist: Beacon Fire and Wolf Smoke, Wind and Fire, Anger Soaring to the Sky, Three Fists Superimposed, An Insolent Fist Shadow, Towards Wu Lang in Momentum......

But when he turned around, Zifeng's eyes were turbulent, and the expected interruption did not appear, and when the superposition of the three styles of the Burning Sky Fist touched the distance of Wu Lang's arm's length, it seemed to hit a slippery and abnormal thing, and the direction suddenly changed, and a punch slammed into the pavilion behind Wu Lang, and the pavilion turned into powder......

Wu Lang chuckled, this exercise is called: Spirit Snake Nine Flashes. The early exercises of Xuanji were practiced from the sect when Wu Tiankui purchased the sword, because it was not allowed to bring back the exercise scrolls, but even if he practiced from elsewhere, with this spirit snake sword, the general attack, Wu Lang really didn't care. If it weren't for the fact that the 'Spirit Snake Nine Flashes' had a longer time to accumulate each move, otherwise, Wu Lang's ranking in Haoran Academy would be higher.

The light of the spirit snake sword body became more and more brilliant, and just after the sword body made a light sound, the corners of Wu Lang's mouth were filled with deep pride, as if the next battle was effortless, 'Spirit Snake Nine Flashes', when the words just fell, Wu Lang in everyone's sight seemed to disappear without a trace.

At this moment, Zifeng habitually closed his eyes, and his spiritual power diffused out. Soon, the corners of Zifeng's mouth rose slightly, Wu Lang did not disappear, but his figure was hidden under the strange walking, with his agile speed. Although he was fast, Zifeng was still able to vaguely capture his trajectory.

But in the next moment, his face changed greatly, and in his perception, after every dodge, there was a vague Wu Lang on the field, but the spirit snake sword did not have the slightest dimness, it was all cold and cold. The most terrible thing is that in Zifeng's perception, all the spirit snake swords are the same, all of them are really the same, how can this be good......

The spirit snake sword of Qi Brush stabbed towards Zifeng in all directions, like a shadow with the shape of the footwork is a close-quarters footwork, dodging so many attacks at the same time, Zifeng can't help but be a little stretched. For a while, Zifeng added sword marks out of thin air.

In the panic, Zifeng did not lose his mind, and locked on his bare hands, where can he resist Wu Lang's ruthless attack, if his ink knife is fine, if his ink knife is so hard......

"If I help you sacrifice the ink knife to the spirit, how can you thank me? Although Zifeng is now in crisis, Xiaoguang still has not given up his plan to take advantage of the fire.

Zi Feng, who was dodging left and right, looked overjoyed, and responded in an urgent tone, "Say whatever you want, as long as my ink knife can compete with his spirit snake sword, my things are yours." ”

"Don't insult my spirit clan, sacrificing spirits is just a pediatric method, take out your ink knife. Xiaoguang stood up, patted his body, and put his hands behind his back, like a generation of grandmasters, with disdain in his eyes......

And what happens to the mediocre ink knife......

(There are two more today.,No. 1 won't forget.,I'm working hard to code words.,I hope the reader can collect this book.,Thank you for your kindness!)