After watching more and more competitions, Wu Ran saw it clearly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He is indeed a little arrogant, maybe he is in the same realm as them and it is not difficult to defeat them, but he is still a little short of defeating this group of people at a watershed.

Of course, the cultivation of using secret techniques to improve to the seventh rank of martial arts cannot be compared with the natural improvement, and it will not be too difficult for the current meditation to defeat Wuran.

And Wu Ran himself has watched a lot of martial arts seven strong fights, and there are also a lot of martial arts masters in his family, but compared to these young geniuses at this dragon conference, they are still not as good as these young geniuses, ordinary martial artists seven products may be able to defeat themselves, but this kind of martial artists who are all top geniuses in their peers, if they want to defeat each other at a watershed, they are still a little worse.

"The next Murong Fu battle will not succeed. ”

Deacon Li's voice came, causing a commotion in the audience, and they all praised Murong Fu's good luck.

Wu Chengfeng's strength is not low, playing the peak of the ordinary martial artist six grades is the same as playing, it is not at all like the cultivation is lower than them, but the peak of the seventh rank of the martial artist and the peak of the sixth rank of the martial artist are different.

A young man in a white robe with a folding fan in his hand appeared on the stage, with a slender figure and a handsome and resolute face, which had to make people sigh, he was indeed a handsome and beautiful man.

Opposite him stood a young man in a power suit with loose hair, his skin was a little dark, but not ugly, and he carried a huge kitchen knife taller than the others behind him, and his knife-like face was angular, with a hint of disdain and rebelliousness.

"Are you Wu Chengfeng from the same clan as my cousin-in-law?" Murong Fu opened the folding fan and fanned it gently, and asked Wu Chengfeng with an indifferent expression.

"Are you talking about that kid Wuran?" Wu Chengfeng plucked his nostrils very unimagedly.

Wu Chengfeng's demeanor couldn't help but make Murong Fu frown, glanced at Wu Chengfeng, then flicked the fan, and said softly: "It doesn't matter, your strength is good, but there is still a gap between you and me, you can't beat me now, and I don't want to have a bad relationship with my cousin-in-law, so can you admit defeat?"

"Oh, what?" asked Murong Fu with a strange expression.

Murong Fu was a little speechless, didn't say anything more, flicked the folding fan, and took out a short sword from the folding fan, and the short sword exuded a ghostly light.

This short sword is very clear, he knew that this thing was a flying sword when he fought with Murong Fu before, but Wu Chengfeng didn't know it when he thought about it, I was afraid that he would have to play with it.

Wu Ran was able to suppress it because the phantom swallowed the essence blood used by Murong Fu to cast spells, and he restrained it by direct means, although it would not be too difficult to defeat Murong Fu now with the 'Ba Wushuang' and 'Seven Killing Steps', although Wu Chengfeng had the same strong strength, he did not have the martial arts that exploded instantly.

Murong Fu and Wuran, Wu Chengfeng knows a little, so Wu Chengfeng looks like that, otherwise Wu Chengfeng, who has a good tutor, would not be not polite at all.

"Hurry!"

The short sword was thrown away by Murong Fu, and the speed was so fast that it could not be captured with the naked eye, and it suddenly appeared in front of Wu Chengfeng.

Wu Chengfeng seemed to have known for a long time, his whole body jumped back, the big kitchen knife appeared in his hand, the big kitchen knife waved again and again, although the people in the audience didn't know what the situation was, but the sound of the collision of weapons could be heard clearly.

With the passage of time, Murong Fu and Wu Chengfeng fought for nearly a hundred rounds, although Wu Chengfeng can block them one by one, but it is inevitable that he is a little physically exhausted, the most famous thing about the flying sword is its speed and lethality, although Wu Chengfeng relies on the old madman to teach him to deal with cultivators as much as possible, but Wu Chengfeng's cultivation is much lower than Murong Fu after all, and with the concentration of mental power for a long time, Wu Chengfeng's head is a little dizzy.

Wu Chengfeng knew that he couldn't go on like this anymore, so he took a deep breath with a flying sword that flew in.

"Slash the sky!"

"Two slashes!"

"Three slashes of gods and demons!"

"Three slashes in one, heaven and earth are shattered!"

The wind roared, the originally peaceful world suddenly changed color, a huge whirlpool appeared above the coiling dragon ring, and the big kitchen knife in his hand also became bigger than the original, almost three or four times, the blade of the knife quickly swung three times, the whole world darkened, and the thunder flashed in the whirlpool, and the power was not scary.

"Heaven and earth change color, is it comparable to a heaven-level martial art!" Murong Fu saw this scene, his eyes were slightly solemn: "But so what, Wild Thunder Heavenly Punishment!"

The purple thunder roared in Murong Fu's hand, and the person actually floated up in the air, and the whole body was shrouded in a thunder dragon, like a thunder god, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it was a little towards Wuchengfeng, and the thunder dragon in the sky actually exploded towards Wuchengfeng as if he had received some order.

Wu Chengfeng didn't care about it, a crazy light was released in his eyes, and the three huge incomparably large knife qi from the big kitchen knife slashed towards Murong Fu who was suspended in mid-air, making Murong Fu who saw this scene a little panicked.

"If such a huge sword qi is slashed on himself, he will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die, this guy doesn't care about the thunder law in the sky, does he want to lose both with me. ”

Thinking of this, Murong Fu turned his fingers and went straight to the point of the knife qi that flew from him, the thunder in the sky turned a corner, and slashed towards the knife qi, the two collided, and there was no scene of devastation, the thunder and the sword qi resisted each other, and no one could help anyone for a while.

"Three slashes are not enough, then two more slashes!"

Wu Chengfeng's eyes were red, the green tendons of his whole body burst out like a small snake coiling, and he roared out this sentence hoarsely, and the big kitchen knife in his hand moved again.

"Four Slashing Immortals and Demons are shocked!"

"Five Slash Universe Annihilation!"

The large kitchen knife in Wu Chengfeng's hand turned red, and the knife body continued to flow with red liquid, like blood, and two blood-red knife qi of nearly a thousand meters appeared in the Panlong ring, and the knife qi was vertical and horizontal, constantly making the sound of the air being split, which was extremely terrifying!

The two slashes were made without success, panting and kneeling on one knee, his sturdy body became dry, and his whole body was constantly sweating, and it seemed that the next two slashes were completely forced for him now.

When Murong Fu saw such a scene, he secretly said that it was not good in his heart, he took out a nine-story small tower, threw it into the air, and then bit his finger, and a stream of blood flew from his fingertips towards the tower body, and the tower body instantly became huge, and hit the place where the thunder and the sword qi met, and the thunder that was almost scattered by the sword qi flashed around the tower body, blocking these sword qi.

"To be honest, your strength is enough for you to fight at the next level, and even some ordinary martial artists who have just entered the seventh rank will not be your opponent. After Murong Fu saw that the Nine Beads Linglong Pagoda had received his own essence blood, he looked at the half-kneeling Wu Chengfeng and said softly: "It's a pity that I'm not an ordinary seventh-grade martial artist, you are doomed to defeat this time." ”

"My cousin-in-law is also a genius who can fight beyond the ranks, and so are you, your familyless generation has produced a lot of talents. Murong Fu's face turned pale and he sighed with some complexity.

Their vein and Murong Aotian's vein are indeed not very good, but in the final analysis, they are still a family, Murong Fu doesn't want to be too stiff, and peeking at the throne is just a group training, and the royal bloodline of the Aolong Empire has the right to inherit the throne, and it belongs to the clan competition. [At this time, Murong Fu didn't know that Murong Mu had sent someone to assassinate Murong Ling, although he knew that his father was plotting the throne when he returned to Aolong, but at that time, Murong Ling pretended to be assassinated, and Murong Mu didn't do it. 】

Although the Nine Beads Exquisite Pagoda in the air was slowly forced back by the sword qi, it was not destroyed by the sword qi, and the sword qi was slowly weakened.

Wu Chengfeng glanced up at the air, his blood-red eyes and dry cheeks made people shudder, and then Wu Chengfeng fell to the ground with a 'bang' and fainted.

"Wu Chengfeng loses consciousness, Murong recovers!"

After Deacon Li announced the results, a young woman in a green dress leaped onto the stage, holding the faint Wuchengfeng, glared at Murong Fu hatefully, and then jumped off the stage.