I saw the samurai who was the leader jumping off the horse and slowly coming to everyone, and with a sweep of his fierce gaze, he fell on Wu Anguo's body.

"You're a boy from the martial arts?"

"In Xiawu Anguo, I don't know which general this Excellency is?"

The warrior sneered and said, "You don't have to know my name. Speaking of which, you still call me uncle......"

Wu Anguo's face changed slightly.

"You are also our martial arts family?"

Fang Buyi suddenly remembered that the eldest of the four attendants of the Green Eagle seemed to be also surnamed Wu, what was Wu Yuanba.

"What does Wu Yuanba have to do with the martial family?" Fang Buyi said secretly.

The warrior "choked" and pulled out a long knife from his back, which looked somewhat similar to the long knife on Wu Anguo's back.

"Since you are a kid of the martial arts family, let me take a good look at how you practice your god-killing technique!"

The samurai held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and with a slight vibration, black qi seeped out from the knife, and his whole person seemed to be shrouded in a thin black mist.

The black mist swirled around him, gradually forming a turbulent sword aura.

Fang Buyi could see that these sword qi were extremely sharp, and the flesh of an ordinary Jindan period monk, as long as he touched these sword qi, he was afraid that he would immediately turn into meat puree.

Wu Anguo's expression became more and more solemn.

What this samurai used was also a god-killing trick!

Moreover, his sword qi had turned black, indicating that he had not only cultivated to a high level, but also killed a very large number of people.

If you hadn't killed thousands of people with your own hands, it would have been impossible to burst out with a murderous aura like black mist!

And the Killing God Technique, the more people you kill, the more powerful it is!

This samurai is no small deal!

He had heard his father say that after the Eight Great Powers defeated Great Qin, many people in the martial arts family were forced to go to the Great Powers as hostages.

It seems that the samurai in front of him is the descendant of those warrior families.

It is said that these descendants of the martial arts family all think that they have been abandoned by the martial arts, so they all hold a grudge against the martial family.

It's just that these descendants of the martial arts family have not learned the complete trick of killing gods, and if they want to compete in sword skills, they should not be as good as the descendants of the martial arts.

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"Since the general must test the god-killing trick of the juniors, then please give me more advice!"

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Wu Anguo took the long knife behind his back with a sheath in his hand, slowly pulled out the big knife, and threw the scabbard on the ground.

Boom Boom!

Streams of blood-red murderous aura gushed out from Wu Anguo's body!

The clothes on Wu Anguo's body also turned into a whole set of crimson armor.

"You've never killed anyone?" The samurai's eyes showed utter surprise.

Judging from Wu Anguo's murderous aura, he has indeed never killed anyone, and as a person who has practiced the trick of killing gods, he can see it at a glance.

But his face became more and more solemn.

Generally speaking, to cultivate the Killing Divine Technique, you must kill people.

If you haven't killed anyone, but you have to forcibly cultivate the Killing God Technique, then you will be the one who dies.

"If you haven't killed anyone, how can you practice the Killing God Technique? Are you kidding? Let me show you what the real trick of killing gods is! ”

The warrior was furious, and a monstrous murderous aura erupted from his body, and a radius of hundreds of zhang was enveloped in a black sword aura.

He jumped high and slashed at Wu Anguo from mid-air.

The powerful murderous aura formed a huge coercion, and if it was an ordinary monk, he couldn't move at all, so he could only wait to be split in half with a knife.

Wu Anguo didn't dodge or dodge, just stood in place.

The samurai sneered, thinking that this kid was really like everyone else, under the powerful murderous aura, he couldn't even move at all.

That's the difference between killing countless people and never killing anyone!

"Even if you can cultivate the Killing God Technique, as long as you haven't killed anyone, you can only be crushed by me!"

"I'm going to have you cut you in half with your armor!"

Boom Boom! The murderous aura raged like a tornado!

Between the lightning and flint, Wu Anguo's long knife was horizontal, and it had already blocked the samurai's fierce blow.

The ground under his feet could not withstand such a huge force, forming a huge crater more than half a foot deep!

The samurai had an incredible look on his face.

Wu Anguo's long knife was not broken in two cleanly as imagined!

With his cultivation in the extreme realm of the armor casting period, his attainments in killing gods were far superior to Wu Anguo, and he didn't expect to be easily blocked by Wu Anguo.

You must know that Wu Anguo seems to be just a cultivator of the Extreme Realm of the Bone Refining Stage!

Clang!

Wu Anguo kicked at the samurai

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out, right in the heart of the bronze mirror on his chest!

The kick was so powerful that the samurai snorted and flew backwards.

He hurriedly blocked it in the air, and flew out three feet away, so he barely fixed his figure.

When I looked down, the heart shield on my chest had cracked countless tiny openings, and it had been shattered!

"How is this possible? What kind of evil is this kid? The samurai was shocked.

He had never seen such a powerful Bone Refining Stage warrior, and he had never even heard of it!

"If he is under the age of twenty-five and can participate in the championship, wouldn't the first place be captured?"

The samurai's eyes twinkled, and his face was cloudy.

Hundreds of masters of the Shang Kingdom have been lost in Tiandu Peak this year, so the monarch has already issued a death order, and the winning conference must win the first place and win the strongest Ding furnace in the Shenzhou Continent.

Only in this way can we barely make up for the losses on Tiandu Peak. If Wu Anguo can participate in the championship, then he can be 100% sure that Daqin will definitely be the first.

"Boy, how old are you?" The samurai asked tentatively.

"Thank you seniors for your mercy! Under this year, there are six out of twenty. ”

The samurai nodded, relieved slightly. Since Wu Anguo can't participate in the championship, then Shang Guo can win the game.

After all, this year's representative of Shang Guo is an unborn young demon.

The samurai looked at Wu Anguo, and the killing intent in his eyes was even stronger.

"This son is so strong, no matter what, he must be killed here today, otherwise there will be endless troubles!"

He shouted, and the black shadow flashed, and he had already come to Wu Anguo, and in the blink of an eye, he had already slashed dozens of knives at Wu Anguo.

Everyone saw the sword qi in the sky, condensed into dozens of huge long knives, and slashed at Wu Anguo's head.

Seeing that these dozens of long knives were similar to entities, exuding a metallic light, everyone couldn't help but admire the attainments of this samurai sword technique.

You must know that a weapon that can condense the sword qi into a physical body is the same as a monk condensing the spiritual energy in the body into a golden pill, and it is even more difficult.

Wu Anguo knew that it was powerful, and he was unwilling to face its front, so he dragged his knife and flew backwards.

Boom Boom!

Wu Anguo flew out three feet away, and the place where he was standing had been smashed out of a huge pit more than three feet deep by the giant knife.

When the samurai saw that his murderous aura was difficult to stabilize Wu Anguo's figure, he was also secretly frightened.

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