As he spoke, Wu Le began to mobilize the cultivation power in his body and slowly stood up.

Su Fu pursed his lips, the golden light in his hand became brighter and brighter, looked at Wu Le and said, "Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do this." ”

"Su Fu, don't be too rampant, I can kill you for the first time, and I can kill you for the second time!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he swept out on tiptoe.

Wu Le could see that after Su Fu fell off the cliff here, not only did he not die, but he also took the opportunity to break into the Quadruple Spirit Realm, which was really incredible.

But even so, Wu Le was still a cultivator who had already entered the Sevenfold Spirit Realm, no matter how strange Su Fu's swordsmanship and body technique were, there was not the slightest fear in his eyes.

The gap in the triple spiritual realm gave Wu Le great confidence.

In an instant, the wind and clouds in the cave will meet.

The power of cultivation in Wu Le's body surged out violently, and soon his fists were covered with a dark aura, and he smashed towards Su Fu with all his strength.

Obviously, Wu Le did his best this time.

Su Fu stood in place, looking at Wu Le's offensive with a flat face, and then met his fist, pushed forward with one palm, and the palm wind resounded fiercely in the room.

Countless sword intents were as thin as pinpricks, and even the wind became sharp.

Wu Le, who was still sneering, froze in front of his face the moment he touched Su Fu's palm, and he clearly felt that the power of his cultivation seemed to sink into the sea, and it was even more terrifying The power of cultivation that was as sharp as a sword came from Su Fu's palm.

Wu Le was shocked in his heart, how could a cultivator of such a realm as Su Fu condense the power of cultivation into a substantial sword intent!

The next moment, Wu Le just snorted and flew out upside down with a bang, while Su Fu, on the other hand, stood still in place.

Wu Le fell to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, his heart was turbulent, his face was in disbelief, and he shouted: "This ...... How is that possible?"

Su Fu smiled slightly: "How is it impossible, have you heard of the thirty-year Hedong and the thirty-year-old Hexi?"

Now that he has achieved an innate sword body, his physique is stronger than a magic weapon, it is not an ordinary sharp weapon that can be injured, coupled with the sword intent he has already realized, Su Fu at this moment is like a big sword rooted in the cave.

Wu Le's eyes were solemn, word by word, and he gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to kill me, then let you lose a layer of skin first!"

The next moment, as soon as his body moved, the scimitar in his hand was summoned.

Wu Le, as the tenth existence of the outer gate, fights with people, and has never really used his magic weapon, his attainments in the sword path are far more comparable, and he thinks that no one in the outer gate is qualified to make him sword.

But he drew his knife at this moment, like a crescent moon, and the cold light flickered.

He stepped forward, drawing his knife and slashing forward.

Su Fu could feel that the scimitar in Wu Le's hand was not extraordinary, coupled with his amazing sword attainments, at the moment when he drew the knife, a crescent-shaped knife slashed out, pointing directly at Su Fu.

The sword glows brightly and is unstoppable.

The distance between the two was too close, but as soon as they drew their knives, the blades instantly arrived in front of Su Fu's eyes, like wind blades slashing towards him.

It was like a flying blade, extremely sharp, but Su Fu still just stood there stiffly, without the slightest intention of dodging.

Seeing Su Fu so arrogant, Wu Le cracked his mouth and laughed, and the scimitar sword in his hand was a little faster: "Look for death." ”

At a certain moment, Su Fu suddenly raised his hand.

When the knife was about to cut into his face, Su Fu raised his hand just right, and he actually pushed the knife away with his flesh.

It was an incomparably sharp knife qi, cutting gold and breaking jade, even if it was easy to cut through the rock, how could it be arbitrarily removed by two fingers?

But when it was set aside, Su Fu was like walking in the jungle, and the knife seemed to have become an oncoming branch and leaf that was constantly swinging but somewhat unsightly, and then Su Fu naturally raised his hand to remove these annoying things.

The sword flew out horizontally, and a mess of rocks not far away was directly cut into pieces by the knife.

Wu Le was slightly stunned, it was just a moment, Su Fu had already arrived in front of him, and then reached out and grabbed his wrist holding the knife, and twisted his hand slightly, with a click, Wu Le had always thought that his proud physique could not resist.

There was a crisp click, and the arm bone was easily broken by Su Fu, and then he screamed miserably, and the scimitar in his hand fell to the ground.

Wu Le's body was involuntarily carried around by a strange force, and after a few turns, his body slammed to the ground.

He has always been very proud of his cultivation realm, the Mingshen Sect is very large, but among the young disciples of the outer gate, he is proud of the others, and it is very likely that he will be one of the first disciples to enter the inner gate this time.

Coupled with his many years of distracted cultivation of the Dao of the Dao, he was confident that even a cultivator of the Eightfold Spirit Realm would not be able to parry his sword.

It's just that all this is so vulnerable in Su Fu's eyes.

His body slammed to the ground, followed by Su Fu's feet.

Su Fu kicked Wu Le's chest, and after a loud bang, Wu Le's chest directly deflated into a big pit, and he lay on the ground vomiting blood.

Su Fu smiled: "When you killed me completely, you should have thought that there would be such a day. ”

The severe pain in his body was unbearable, but Wu Le still raised his head with difficulty and scolded: "How is it possible, how can you be such a waste, how can you crack my knife path." ”

"Nothing is impossible, you are like that Tang Ming, your mind is like this, and your achievements in this life can only be limited to this. ”

Wu Le was still bleeding as he spoke: "No, no, I can't die, I want to be the first person in the Mingshen Sect, I want to live." ”

Su Fu snorted coldly: "These words, you can keep them and talk to Lord Yama." ”

"Su Fu, I beg you, don't kill me, my Wu family still has a lot of treasures, I can give them to you. ”

Su Fu smiled and shook his head: "I can't look down on ...... of these."

"Then what you want, just say it. ”

Su Fu stared at him and said, "I want your life." ”

Then, as soon as Su Fu stretched out his hand, the scimitar that fell to the ground flew into his hand, as if he was using his own long sword.

The scimitar was in his hand, Su Fu held the handle of the knife with both hands and raised it above his head, and in Wu Le's frightened and desperate eyes, the scimitar fell like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

The knife flashed, and the long knife slashed down from Wu Le's head and directly from the crotch.

One cut in half.

"Do you want to be the first?"

Su Fu casually threw out the scimitar and burned Wu Le's body with sword fire.

"Sometimes I have a temper, too!"