"It's your turn!" Wu Ming walked over, and the Qingfeng Sword pointed at Wan Long.

"You, do you want to kill me? I admit defeat, I admit defeat, you can't kill me!" Wan Long said with some horror.

Wu Ming swung out a sword: "I'm sorry, I have bad ears, I didn't hear clearly!"

"Bang" An old Taoist priest suddenly appeared, blocking Wu Ming's Qingfeng Sword.

"Young man, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, since Wan Long has already begged for mercy, why don't you let it go?" The old Taoist priest looked at Wu Ming with an iron face.

Wu Mingzhi knew that he had come out of the Poison Dragon Valley, so he couldn't help but sneer: "Do you plan to let me go again in the Poison Dragon Valley? If I were defeated here today, would you be merciful and forgiving? Since he came to power and wanted to kill me, then we must accept the fact that he was killed!"

After speaking, Wu Ming stepped out, and the immortal chasing step began to move, directly bypassing the old Taoist, and then saw his long sword pulled out, like a silver lightning jump, the old man didn't have time to stop it, Wanlong's huge head had already been cut off.

Draw your sword and sheath it!

It's natural, smooth and fast. When I looked at it again, Wan Long's huge human head had already landed.

"You, actually killed him in front of me?" the old Taoist priest reacted, but he couldn't save him. Wu Ming has taken his speed to the extreme. The Poison Dragon Valley was originally based on poisonous functions and poisons, and when it comes to martial arts, it is indeed a lot worse. But he didn't expect that the young man in front of him would actually kill someone in front of him, and it was his disciple who killed him! If he weren't a disciple, he wouldn't have let go of his face to save people.

This old man. It's that Heavenly Silkworm Daoist in Poison Dragon Valley!

"Okay, what a fast sword!"

"It's much faster than before. ”

"The speed was so fast that I couldn't even see it clearly, and the sword was already unsheathed. ”

Duan Yue's eyes narrowed slightly, this simple sword drawing technique, he would too, but he couldn't do it so smoothly and quickly. It seems that this Brother Wu has made great progress during this period of time! Could it be that someone has given advice?

Wu Ming has been practicing sword drawing for more than two months. Tens of thousands of times a day the sword is drawn. Just to speed it up and speed it up. Counting it up, it's also a small success now. It's not that Wu Ming's understanding is good, it's actually seeing Xie Yi and Yu Guanhai's fast swords, plus the sword discussions with Xie Yi in those days. He's got his way. Then practice every day. Almost all the time is spent, and the effect is naturally immeasurable.

"You're looking for death!" The Heavenly Silkworm Daoist's face was gloomy, and his face could be said to have lost at this time, in front of the world's heroes. His disciple was still beheaded under his escort, and the other party was still a young man.

Wu Ming's momentum climbed one after another, and he sneered: "Could it be that you plan to kill me in violation of the law?"

Get out of here? Not only the Silkworm Dao people, but also the onlookers were dumbfounded, this kid didn't say anything about killing Wan Long, but he still dared to scold the Silkworm Dao people like this? Is this looking for death? Although there is a saying about forbidden martial arts in Nine Heavens City, at this time, there are not so many rules!

Is it youthful frivolity, or is there an unsolvable hatred?

Under the Xuantian Sect, all the people who came this time were dumbfounded, and even Shi Jingxuan looked at Wu Ming on the stage in a daze, not knowing what to say. I can't believe it, Elder Xu of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion died at the hands of Wan Long, which is why Mu Yunkong has not made a big deal about it, a young man not only killed an elder of Xuantian Sect, but also injured him, this ugliness can't be publicized. After all, the gap between the two major sects is not very big in the eyes of outsiders, but Xuantian Sect does not have such elite disciples.

But now, Wu Ming, the former miscellaneous servant of Xuantian Sect, actually raised his hand and cut down the flying centipede that he was afraid of, not to mention, in front of the Heavenly Silkworm Dao people, he even slaughtered Wan Long, is it still the original Wu Ming? How long has it been, he has grown to such a point! Mu Yunkong couldn't help but sigh, not to mention that the ancestor's vision is indeed better than himself!

Over there, in the Qin clan, Qin Xuan also looked at Wu Ming with deep eyes. He never thought that Wu Ming would have such strength. Hearing is false, seeing is believing, and now when I see it, my heart is also shocked. Such terrifying talents are comparable to his father, King Linjiang!

The fierce light of the Heavenly Silkworm Daoist flickered, glaring at Wu Ming. Suddenly, the backhand is a palm split.

There was an extremely terrifying cold air in his palm, and the air around him froze, and the ice slag that fell on the ground formed a thin layer of ice on the ground.

"Since you are bent on seeking death, then the old way will fulfill you!"

The cold ice palm of the Silkworm Daoist is tempered by the cold poison of the Silkworm, which is not only cold, but also has strange poison.

Wu Ming snorted coldly, just this cold ice palm, you also want to kill me? Lao Tzu is a Jiuyang True Yuan, and the last thing he is afraid of is the cold!

Wu Ming, who is now in the early stage of the Ming God, is not comparable to the Jiuyang True Yuan who only has the innate stage at the beginning, not to mention that there is an immortal golden body.

Without fear, he raised his foot and kicked the dragon with his tail. A trace of fire aura gathered, and a golden dragon instantly turned into a fire dragon.

"Boom"

The palms of the legs intersected, and a violent explosion rang out. Both of them retreated, the Silkworm Daoist took two or three steps back, and Wu Ming flew nearly three feet away, with a muffled snort in his mouth. There is still a gap in the true yuan, and I have suffered a loss, but I am not poisoned, only a faint cold qi enters the body, but it is swallowed up by the Jiuyang True Scripture in an instant.

Huang Guan's old eunuch suddenly appeared between the two, and said in a sharp voice mixed with a hint of femininity: "If there is no one to challenge again, both of you will retreat." If you have any personal grievances, you can solve them offstage, this is not a dueling arena, it is a martial arts conference!"

Wu Ming didn't care, anyway, he couldn't beat the Silkworm Daoist now, not to mention the power of his cold ice palm, he still had a Silkworm that didn't move.

The Heavenly Silkworm Daoist glanced at Wu Ming hatefully, flicked his long sleeves and turned around and walked off the stage: "Boy, you are lucky this time, next time it will not be so good!"

Wu Ming sneered: "Next time, who will kill the deer next time, it is not yet known! I will recover all the debts you owe in the Poison Dragon Valley." However, he also knew in his heart that he really wanted to die, even if he still had a lot of hole cards, but he was definitely not the opponent of the Silkworm Daoist.

The Silkworm Daoist ended, but Wu Ming didn't go down. Since we are going to fight today, let's fight to the end!

He knew that there were still a few people who hadn't played!

At this time, most of the martial artists were still in shock, Nima, what was the situation just now? This young man actually made a move with the cold ice palm of the Silkworm Daoist, and there was nothing wrong with it? This year's Gongzi list won't be so strong, right?

In the midst of their shocked gaze, a young man in white jumped onto the stage.

"Brother Wu, let's meet again!" This young man, holding a long sword, looked like a person with a sword. When he said this, he had a similar meaning to Duan Yue's sentence, and he obviously knew Wu Ming. (To be continued.) )