Outside the Storm Tower, Wu Dongtian stepped out in one step to face a mysterious master who came out of the Heavenly Sect's camp.

The man was covered in a black coat, and even his face was covered by a black cloth, leaving only a pair of eyes that looked slightly cloudy.

Judging from these eyes, he was no longer young.

But his hands and feet obviously did not age with his age.

The martial arts master inherited the two saints of martial madness and martial saints, and in terms of kung fu between fists and palms, these two can be described as the best in the world. And as their only heir, Wu Dongtian's fist palm kung fu is naturally deeply inherited by the two, and it can even be said unceremoniously that the martial artists below the level of the world's holy realm, the most fist palm kung fu, should be Wu Dongtian.

Moreover, now Wu Dongtian's internal cultivation is at the level of catching up with the half-step Saint Realm, and it can really be said that he is invincible under the Saint Realm.

But this is such a martial artist, when facing this mysterious master, he can't have the slightest upper hand on the fist that he is best at.

There is even a faint tendency to be crushed by this person.

This naturally surprised and delighted Wu Dongtian.

Surprised, because this person's attainments above the fist palm are actually more profound than his own two saint heirs.

Joy is the joy of seeing and hunting from the heart of the martial idiot's nature.

Under the impact of these dual emotions, the battle intent in the martial arts body was completely ignited, and between one move and one style, it was even more powerful.

"Haha...... It's been a long time since I've had such a good fight, come again!"

A punch was repelled by the opponent, Wu Dongtian laughed wildly, like the most war-loving madman, and once again slammed his fist upward, and the fist wind contained incomparable fluctuations, making the air in the void tremble.

"Hmph! He is really worthy of being the descendant of a martial madman, and he is a fighting madman like him!"

In the face of the offensive of the martial arts tyrant, the mysterious black-clothed man did not have the slightest panic in his eyes, but was a little more cold, and said while retreating.

"Thank you for the compliment!" Wu Dongtian said with a smile.

"I didn't praise you. The mysterious man in black snorted coldly, "Besides, in this world, the behavior of a madman is the most undesirable. Human life has always been the most precious, and it is most unwise in my opinion to recklessly exchange one's life for the progress of martial arts!"

"Are you scared?" Wu Dongtian slapped his palm and asked rhetorically.

"Afraid, if your master is a martial madman in front of you, I may really be afraid, but with you, I am not worthy!"

The mysterious man in black smiled coldly, and the palm of his right hand was suddenly raised, and Hao Yuan condensed in the palm of his palm, and slapped it forward with a blatant palm!

Wu Dongtian laughed, "The martial arts exchanged for life is the most real progress, this is the lifelong concept of the martial arts master!

When the words fell, Wu Dongtian came out with both palms, drawing half a circle in front of him, condensing the internal force of the war king in his body.

"Righteous Qi Wudian, Haoran Palm!"

With a palm movement, the extremely powerful internal power of the war king erupted, and then, a grand aura suddenly filled the void, blocking this space.

Boom......

Two killing moves, two palms, two fist masters under the Holy Realm of the world, at this moment, brazenly bombarded together!

The hurricane mixed with the remnants of the fist wind scattered in all directions, and the ground paved with bluestone slabs around it shattered one after another under this aftermath!

The wind swept the shattered stone slabs in all directions, forcing the surrounding combatants to retreat.

"Miss Liu, be careful!"

Gongsun subconsciously pulled Liu Qingyang, who didn't know martial arts at all, to retreat to the rear.

At this time, the latter was staring at the center of the destruction storm, and his pretty face was full of shock!

In addition to being shocked, there was also a hint of suspicion, which disappeared in a flash!

I don't know if it's an illusion, she always feels that the mysterious black-clothed master who is on par with Wu Dongtian seems to be somewhat familiar......

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"Whoever hurts my blade, there is no mercy for killing!"

A familiar voice, accompanied by a familiar tone, suddenly appeared on this battlefield.

Lin Dao's glasses widened, staring at the sword light behind him that shrouded him like a shadow of death, and his memory seemed to return to the time when he was in the Youzhou Execution Ground.

At that time, it was such a flying sword that took the life of Ling Yuntian, one of the Seven Nights of the Green Dragon, the Keishui Leopard.

I didn't expect to be able to see this flying sword again today.

Lin Dao's spirit was greatly lifted, the nerves in his body were all tensed and tightened at this moment, and the war knife in his hand cut a bright trajectory towards the brilliant flying sword.

"Ding ......" The crisp sound of gold and iron striking resounded.

The flying sword hangs upside down!

Man and knife, three steps back!

The flying sword bounced backwards like a spring, landing in an unfamiliar hand.

Lin Dao stabilized the figure that was forced to retreat, and looked up at the hand.

It was a white, good-looking hand.

The man's hand, not thick or thin, with distinct joints, is clean and well-proportioned, and looks more like the hand of those Xiucai holding the book of sages than the hand of a martial artist.

Lin Dao's gaze moved forward along the hand, and he saw a sleeve that was also white.

Behind the sleeves, there is a delicate, but not good-looking face.

It's not commensurate. This was Lin Dao's first thought when he saw this face.

The face in front of him can only be said to be ordinary, in comparison, Xue Tianhan or Huo Yuanji's appearance may be more worthy of that hand.

The sword swirled in his hand, and a sneer appeared on his face.

This sudden person looked at Lin Dao and spoke, "The person who hurts my blade will be killed!"

The moment the words fell, the flying sword disappeared from his hand again.

Lin Dao didn't dare to be careless, and at the moment when the flying sword disappeared, he waited as if he was facing a great enemy, and looked around to see where the flying sword was most likely to appear.

"Snort......" A strong wind suddenly hit his face, and Lin Dao's face suddenly had an extra blood mark.

Touching the wound on his face, Lin Dao's complexion did not change in the slightest, but he secretly tightened the battle knife in his hand, and his eyes were slightly downcast.

Seeing this, the other party grinned, "The next sword, it's not so lucky." ”

As he spoke, the silver light of his fingertips flashed slightly.

Who knew that Lin Dao seemed to ignore this action, he glanced slightly at the ordinary face that did not match the perfect hand, and slowly closed his eyes.

The other party smiled contemptuously, and the strong murderous intent, accompanied by the silver light on the fingertips, pointed directly at the forest knife.

Crisis, in an instant!

The flying sword without a trace is like a killer hidden in the shadows, and no one knows when and where it will take life.

But even so, Lin Dao still didn't open his eyes.

"Do you want to replace your eyes with your ears?" the other party looked at him and smiled faintly, if the person in front of him tried to deal with him in such a way, then he would be too naïve.

"Fractals!" he said to himself.

On the other side, Lin Dao, who had his eyes closed, suddenly had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, he suddenly raised the war knife in his hand, and a domineering and fierce artistic conception suddenly spread out from the battle knife, blocking the void within three feet around him.

That artistic conception is the sword intent that he comprehended from the knife technique.

The next moment, in the void blocked by the sword intent, the hidden flying sword, under the influence of this domineering sword intent, was finally forced to appear!

But, not a handful, but ...... Seven!

That's the beauty of fractals!

In the face of this unexpected result, Lin Dao still did not have the slightest surprise in his eyes, and with a wave of the long knife, the Heaven Breaking Sword Technique carried the majestic sword intent and slashed towards one of the flying swords.

The sword flashed, and the flying sword ...... Broken!

The remaining six flying swords, at the moment when the flying swords broke, shattered inch by inch, and disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this, the other party frowned in a gloomy gaze.

At this moment, a big grinning voice sounded from behind him, "Hahaha...... Lou Jingou, it seems that your flying sword technique has not yet been practiced at home, and even such a hairy boy can easily break it. ”

The young man named Lou Jingou glared back angrily.

Immediately, on the wall beside him, five people suddenly stood up.

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