Young Master Wu, who kicked an iron plate, was completely unaware at the moment, he didn't know how powerful this short and thin monk standing opposite him was, compared to his cultivation who was already at the peak of condensation, this short monk was only contemplating eight grades......

"Another food delivery guy!"

Wu Tong sneered in his heart, thought about it, and still took the rainbow chopping knife in his hand, how to say it, for the sake of the face of the ascetic monk, give this bitter spring, at least respect. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Bang dang!"

The gong sounds, ten rings, and the war starts at the same time!

"Whew!"

Wu Tong's smile froze on his face, and the hands that had just raised the long knife couldn't help but spread a layer of fine cold sweat, in front of him, where was the figure of the bitter spring, oh, and, it was dozens of afterimages!

"Bang!"

When Kuquan's figure reappeared, people's eyes widened, and they looked at the young master of the Sword Sect from a distance like a ball of sandbags, and was thrown directly into the sky by the thin and short long-armed monk...... Then, he fell heavily on the ground of the ring, raising a cloud of smoke and dust......

"Holy!"

"Hiss......"

In the VIP box, Wu Qiuyu's big hand holding the tea cup trembled a little, twitched the corner of his mouth, he turned his head slightly, and saw Liu Shayun, who was also dumbfounded.

Beigong Yu, who was in the general's mansion, couldn't help but frown, and his heart was shocked...... Turning around and looking at Liu Bai, the two of them bowed their heads and then both disappeared on the Qiongtai of the General's Mansion......

The square was silent, under the incredulous gaze of the people, Wu Tong stumbled to his feet, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and when he looked at the bitter spring again, the eyes of the young master of the Sword Sect were only indescribably solemn.

"Black Hawk!"

Turning back at Liu Chen's voice, Black Eagle had a bitter face, spread his hands and said, "It's too fast, I didn't see it clearly...... In short, faster than me, much faster!"

......

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

Barely used any vitality, compared with the nine rings around that were constantly flashing with brilliance, the No. 1 ring was too barbaric, only to see that the young master of the Sword Sect was thrown into the air from the stage again and again, and then fell heavily to the ground, from beginning to end, except for those super masters who have been famous for a long time, ordinary people can't see the figure of the Kuquan monk at all, that feeling, as if he is not on the stage at all, but everywhere......

In the game of the flesh, Wu Tong was defeated!

"Plundering like fire!"

When Wu Tong, who was covered with scars, crawled out of the pit that was smashed out of the ring again, and before he could stand firm, the bitter spring came again, and he didn't have a chance to think about it, Wu Tong hurriedly waved the rainbow chopping knife in his hand, and in an instant, the sea of fire surrounded Wu Tong's body, which made the bitter spring monk who was as fast as lightning paused, jumped away from Wu Tong's attack range, and the two began to confront each other......

Relying on the flames surrounding him, Wu Tong roared angrily, and the complete three forms of the knife came out, and the counterattack from the Great Snow Mountain finally started in this ring.

"Good!"

"Come on, young master, blow up this bald donkey's head!"

"Come on!"

......

Kuquan, who had been silent, didn't even change the expression on his face, anyway, it was as if someone owed him 10,000 taels of silver...... It's really ugly.

When he was forced to the corner of the ring by Wu Tong, the ending that the young master of the Sword Sect who people were expecting to turn defeat into victory did not appear, the thin monk suddenly closed his eyes, and just when the monstrous fire was about to scorch the corner of his clothes, the obscure Sanskrit sound instantly resounded throughout the sky!

"The Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!"

Wu Tong's long knife did slash Kuquan's shoulder, but at the moment when the armor exploded, Kuquan's body suddenly turned into a dazzling golden ......

"Bodhi body!"

Wu Tong naturally didn't know what the great monk had said to Liu Chen before, if he knew that Kuquan's Bodhi body was just a flower shelf, then if he was killed, he would not have taken back the amazing sonorous knife......

The young master of the Sword Sect slowed down, and wanted to turn attack into defense, saying that it was too late, it was fast, and the bitter spring monk who was silently reciting the Buddha's name suddenly opened his eyes, and he didn't know where to find a golden hoop, under the horrified gaze of everyone, the golden hoop was split into a full moon, and then roared, straight to Wu Tong's face.

"Vedic pestle!"

"The sword is still guarded, not moving like a mountain!"

"Bang!"

The frantic air flow shook the floor tiles on the ring, and many of the crowd near the ring were scratched by the rocks and sand......

Once, the wall of qi that consumed the Holy Son Wen Renhao alive......

Once, Liu Chen had to temporarily avoid the sharp air wall......

Under the bombardment of that earth-shattering stick...... Shattered!

"Poof......

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and Wu Tong flew back to the corner of the ring, kneeling on the ground with a knife, describing it as miserable...... Of course, the bitter spring that was guarded like a mountain was no better, and the pillars of the ring were all broken by him, and it had been more than an hour since the war began, and it was the first time he was so embarrassed......

"Compared with the Qionglin Banquet in the fourth year of Wude, what do you think of today's Qionglin Banquet?"

Hidden in the clouds in mid-air, Beigong Yu handed Liu Bai a pot of wine with a smile on his face, this battle between Wu Tong and Kuquan really amazed him.

"The four-year ...... of martial arts" The memory is a little distant, Liu Bai slowly raised his eyebrows, then he chuckled, shook his head and said: "The human race Tianjiao that year, the people who can still survive, are already enlightened and extraordinary, no matter how bad it is, there are still some realms of Great Perfection......"

"Isn't it, when I was young, I often heard those Spirit Clan elders tell the story of your 'Martial Virtue Four Heavenly Pride', haha, Liu Bai's sword, Wu Yan's knife, and Yun Yangzi's shaking head, plus Mo Qinghan's whine...... Hahahaha, after the Nine Saints, the four of you are the most outstanding group of Terran heroes!"

"Hehe, if you can come to Chang'an at that time, what ranking do you think you will get?"

Liu Bai smiled and glanced meaningfully at Beigong Yu.

"Me?" After taking a sip of wine, Beigong Yu's eyes began to become confused, and after a long time, he sighed lightly and smiled: "If it was back then, it would be difficult to say whether the two of us would win or lose, but it would be a wonderful battle after all, against Wu Yan in the concentrating period, with the advantage of leisurely travel, I have a greater chance of winning, but against Shang Yunyang, to be honest, I really couldn't beat him at that time, as for Mo Qinghan, although the warlocks are very disgusting, but I can open it up at all!"

"Oh?" Liu Bai was noncommittal, nodded his head and then asked: "Then Liu Bai, who has been in martial arts for four years, and Liu Chen, who has been in the fifteenth year of the Apocalypse, do you think, will win?"

"Liu Chen!" This time, Beigong Yu replied without even thinking about it: "Your Liu Bai's transcendent road, that is a thick accumulation, a late bloomer, but Liu Chen is different, he is a triumphant all the way, and in the same level, he has never lost at all...... When we were young, we were not as good as him, that's a fact...... After all, in a sense, he is Yu Taixuan!"

......

"Good guy!" A large handful of Na Yuan Dan was stuffed into his mouth, and after a long time, Wu Tong struggled to stand up, and looked at the bitter spring with grinned teeth for a long time, and the young master of the Sword Sect said with some pain: "Big brother, you are in a bunker!"

"Hehe!" Finally, on the face of the short and thin monk, there was a slight hint of fireworks, and I saw him smile shyly: "You are also a bunker!" (To be continued.) )