One hundred and fifty-eight

Wu Song, a disciple of Yunzhongfeng, was good at using swords, refining ninety-nine eighty-one immortal swords, forming a ninety-nine Guiyuan sword array, which was incomparably powerful! Fought against Mo Xiaohong and lost.

This man is by no means weak!

Liu Yun heard such information from several senior brothers.

Today, he is going to fight against Wu Song, the outcome is unpredictable, and he himself is not the slightest sure.

Several senior brothers are full of expectations, even if Liu Yun can't win, they should be able to make them happy, this junior brother who used to be the most cultivated has finally grown up.

The people of Songtao Peak came to the ring in the center of the square early in the morning, Xiao Tian sat in the middle of the stands, silently looking forward to the true strength of this little apprentice, for so many years, he has not intuitively experienced it, but he sensed that Liu Yun should not be weak among the second generation of disciples, not weak.

Liu Yun rubbed his hands surrounded by all the senior brothers, grinning his teeth and showing a fierce light, pretending to be a peerless master, but unfortunately, the few people in the stands deeply pierced his nerves.

Hardly anyone came to watch his fight!

Some people think: The cultivation in the late stage of refining and refining qi to challenge the people who are close to perfection in the middle stage of refining and refining qi is purely looking for death!

Some people think: Such a shortage, it is said that cultivation is only in the late stage of refining and refining qi, that is, in the late stage of refining and refining spirits, and it will definitely lose, what else is there to see in this competition?

He could barely believe it, he could barely bear it! He almost wanted to put a blank note on his forehead: "The sect is the strongest!" He used this to attract people's eyes. He wanted to roar: You guys, how can you miss the most exciting and exciting competition next?!!!

A crisp gong sounded.

Lao Liu suppressed his indignation and walked to the ring with a gloomy face, the slaughter on his face was like a rolling dark cloud brewing in a storm.

Wait, wait for the biggest surprise you will have to give

In the ring, Wu Song and Liu Yun stood opposite each other.

The breeze swept up the dust between the two of them and dispersed. A solemn atmosphere, depressing.

Wu Song was a fat man, slightly short, but no one would doubt that this short fat man would burst out with amazing strength in the next moment!

Liu Yun's eyebrows were condensed, and his eyes were fixed on Wu Song for a moment.

With this calm atmosphere, the only audience in the audience quietly rose a glimmer of hope in their hearts, perhaps, there will be unexpected surprises in this competition! They held their breath and stared, looking forward to the ethereal miracle happening.

However, the next moment, Liu Yun, who was in a sense of slaughter at the next moment, suddenly turned his head and shouted: Oops! I forgot to wear my underwear!!

His face was desolate, desperate! so deep that it was impossible to dissolve.

Everyone! Everyone slammed down from the stands, Xiao Tian couldn't bear to look at it and almost cried, master, master, forgive the apprentices and grandchildren!

The shoes, socks, and footcloths turned into the densest raindrops, and smashed towards Liu Yun fiercely!

After a long time, after a long time, Wu Song coughed lightly and said: Senior Brother Liu Yun, in Xia Wusong, thanks to Senior Brother Look, since we are standing in the ring, let's have a fight!

Liu Yun had all the expressions on his face, no longer a hippie smile, no longer exaggerated and funny, he said: Senior brother, please make a move!

Wu Song didn't want to say a word to this scumbag, and after saying his request, he pulled out his sword, and the light on the sword was cold inch by inch, like winter snow, like frost!

Liu Yun's eyes twisted, he stared at the sword in Wu Song's hand, and his two fingers gently pinched a knife, a knife that was only five inches thin and as thin as a cicada's wings like a child's toy.

On the knife, a fleeting cold glow reminded everyone that this was a knife that could kill! With the appearance of this pocket knife, a vast and domineering aura that almost shook the entire space rolled out!

Just the cultivation in the late stage of refining and refining qi, there was such a momentum that overwhelmed everything, everyone was shocked! Everyone was silent! Maybe he really had the strength to challenge!

Wu Song's already small eyes became even smaller when he narrowed fiercely, he stared at the knife, staring at the person in front of him who seemed extremely unreliable a moment ago, and the slightest sense of oppression quietly enveloped his heart.

The qi machine is clashing, and the air between the two is condensed, even solidified!

Liu Yun moved suddenly! The knife in his hand turned into the most brilliant streamer and slashed towards Wu Song! He didn't like the silent confrontation of qi machines, he preferred to fight and slash straight forward!

The knife moves, the man moves. The knife moves with the person! The person walks with the knife!

This is just the simplest chopping, but the knife carries the power of 400,000 catties! 400,000 catties, for Wu Song, it is a power that can only be achieved by bursting out all true qi!

The knife was heated violently by rubbing the air, making it a fiery red! The air was torn apart, tearing out a brilliant white arc! In the arc, all the air was swallowed up by the blade!

Wu Song's eyes froze suddenly, with such a might, this man is definitely not just in the late stage of refining and refining qi!

His sword twitched violently! All the true elements erupted! Rushing down the eight veins of the strange tendons, rushing! Rushing to the sword in his hand that was trembling and longing for battle and fire!

Yunzhongfeng, it's not just refining!

The dazzling light on the sword showed the most intense splendor! Suddenly raised his hand, Wu Song's sword blade pointed, that small knife, the blade pointed!

The light on the sword washed like a star storm tide, washing into every inch of space and land!

Under the pressure of Liu Yun's knife, the power of this sword has reached a terrifying 500,000 jin!

No matter how strong the storm on the knife is, no matter how poignant the arc it crosses, it only has the strength of 400,000 catties!

Pointed by the blade, pointed by the blade, the space of this exchange suddenly rose layer upon layer of the most brilliant and fierce brilliance! This is the sound of space trembling, this is the wave stirred by the power of explosion!

The waves are magnificent, the dark tide is turbulent, and the sky is spinning!!

The knife was instantly smashed into powder! The tiniest and most insignificant powder! The material of this knife and its volume were generally insignificant, weak and impervious to the wind!

But Liu Yun decisively let go! He decisively let go at the moment when the swords struck! Looking at the smashed knife, he didn't hesitate at all, and he didn't stop punching out at all!

The knife was just a disguise! He had been secretly preparing to swing his fist against the enemy! How could he not know the material of this pocket knife that had followed him for three years?

Avoiding Wu Song's sword and avoiding Wu Song's surging sword, his fist transformed into a surging wave of fist shadows, shining in front of Wu Song into the most dense and indistinguishable thick mass!

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