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The copper bell rang, and Dong Lihan had already drawn his knife in his hand. But he was much more cautious and cautious than the previous Gai Qiancheng, approaching step by step, his eyes vigilant and guarded.

But seeing Zhuang Wudao, his whole body was loose, and he walked like a leisurely stroll, and he didn't seem to care about the opponent of this battle at all.

Approaching about three zhang, just when Dongli Han frowned slightly, the shadow of the knife in his hand disappeared, and a gust of wind rolled up. 'Zhuang Wudao' also pulled out the light cloud sword, and then the sword light diverged and slashed out!

Matchless life, Bull Demon Sword!

As soon as Dong Lihan was alert, he saw a series of powerful sword shadows, slashing across in all directions. Or slash or stab, or sweep or pick, the surging air pressure is also instantly diffused, so that people can't breathe, indescribably domineering and arrogant!

Dong Lihan immediately realized that this was a mystical power, and almost without hesitation, the sword shadow in his hand also completely turned into nothingness in the wind. Then thousands of sword forces also erupted suddenly in front of him. There was no trace, but the ground showed deep knife marks.

Life is unparalleled, the wind is gone!

Between the two, there seems to be a wind luan flying, light and unpredictable, unpredictable, and the momentum is not inferior to the rotten sword on the opposite side.

However, when the invisible sword light and the sword shadow collided for the first time, Dong Lihan was rushed by a huge force like a bison rushing, and he staggered, almost unsteady, and the invisible knife almost lost control.

And that majestic power is still crushed from that rotten sword, and it is unstoppable.

The first sword, the second sword, and the third sword made a series of 'dangdang' sounds. In just ten breaths, Zhuang Wudao had already slashed out a full eighty-one swords!

Liliang is even, almost every sword, has a full twenty-five elephant power.

Dongli Han's cultivation is a wind and phoenix divine decision, and he is not good at liliang. When he received the twentieth sword, he only felt that his wrists were numb, and a pair of arms seemed to be broken, and he was completely unconscious.

But no matter how he used his body technique, how he summoned the wind power, and how he dodged the contact with the sword shadow, he still couldn't avoid the rotten sword that Zhuang Wudao slashed over, like a shadow, like a bone appendage. You can't stop it, and you can't escape it.

It's unremarkable, it seems to lack variety, but it seems to exhaust all variables. Every sword is the best sword path, simple and powerful!

Every time Dong Lihan took a sword, he had to take a step back, and gradually retreated to twenty zhang away. The original Natal Peerless 'Wind Phoenix Heavenly Escape' had already been completely collapsed by the chaotic sword that split his head and covered his face. Fragmented and long out of shape.

Finally, I made it to the seventy-second sword and saw some light. On top of the decaying sword, the liliang that came from it suddenly surged by a full thirty percent!

A sharp and incomparable energy also penetrated into the body from the place where the blades struck, and rampage through the meridians.

"Is this—sword qi?"

Dong Lihan's pupils shrank to the extreme in an instant. The wind force wrapped around the knife had been completely dispersed, revealing the scarred shadow of the knife.

And when the seventy-three swords slashed, the long knife in his hand was even more severe! Dong Lihan was also swept away by the huge force, and the whole person staggered back more than ten steps in a row as if he was drunk. Then, under heavy pressure, his body went limp and he fell to his knees.

When he reached the seventy-fourth sword, there was no longer that strong horizontal pressure, and a light sword fell, pointing at the tip of his nose. The serial heavy sword storm also dissipated in an instant.

"You've lost!"

A faint sentence made Dong Lihan's heart completely sink to the bottom.

'Zhuang Wudao' put away his sword and sheathed it again, with both contempt and disappointment in his eyes, and looked around. Although he didn't speak, all the onlookers understood his eyes.

It's so weak! Here and here, it's so difficult that there is no stronger opponent than this Gai Qiancheng East Cold?

Almost invariably, most of the people instinctively deviated from the beginning, avoiding eye contact with Zhuang Wudao.

Xia Miao's face was already distorted: "I thought that Yu Anjun's character was annoying enough. I never expected that Zhuang Wudao was a hundred times more crazy than him. Why didn't you see it before?"

"I think he's getting carried away!"

Beitang Wan'er also snorted coldly, and there were more doubts in her eyes. Zhuang Wudao's chaotic sword slash, she was somewhat familiar. However, the bull demon dance is a fist-type occult supernatural power.

It's not impossible to change into a swordsmanship, but with Zhuang Wudao's martial arts attainments, can it really be done?

And in her memory, Zhuang Wudao was not such a temperament. Although there are arrogant bones, he is cautious and small (see the fastest update) on weekdays.

"It's really sharp! But to get carried away, it's a bit too much, he has this qualification. ”

Kong Hui shook his head slightly, but guessed Zhuang Wudao's thoughts: "It should be for Xuanling Mountain and Jiefa Zhenren, and now he doesn't need to be forbearing." ”

He looked at the afterglow, and saw Xiahou Hu's figure, and walked in from outside the door, but he didn't pay attention to it. Lin and the Kong family, although they have some friendship with Wu Jing Xiahou. However, Zhuang Wudao in front of him made him care more.

"I don't know the third, no! It's the fourth emperor, will he fight after the east leaves the cold?"

"Huang Fudi? Is this (the fastest update on the novel network) ready to single-handedly take on the top four? If he can really do it, he will be able to move the southeastern countries immediately!"

Xia Miao squinted, and there was an indescribable frustration in her words. Even if he failed to defeat Huangfudi, Zhuang Wudao at this time could still cause a sensation in the entire Eastern Wu country.

If the result of this battle comes out, it will not only be Wu Jing, even if he is afraid of being away from the dust mountain, he will be alarmed.

After today, no one can doubt the decision of the true person to accept Zhuang Wudao as the doorman.

"But I see that Zhuang Wudao is in full swing at this time, and he has two more games. If the Emperor was a little smarter, he should choose to avoid the battle. If you win, you will not be martial, and if you win, it will not be very glorious. If you lose, it will be even more humiliating. ”

In the entire school field, there is still silence, and the pin drop can be heard. Although everyone was talking, they all lowered their voices, and no one dared to speak loudly.

When Zhuang Wudao defeated Yu Anjun, everyone was only more curious. After the defeat of the Heavenly City, everyone was truly surprised.

And in Donglihan, he was also defeated by seventy-four swords, so there was only a shock, an incomparable shock!

At this time, everyone's eyes were also focused on Huang Fudi's body one after another.

The emperor stood and looked at Zhuang Wudao for a long time. Zuihou shook his head, put away the folding fan on his chest, turned around and walked silently into the crowd.

There was a buzz around, and I don't know how many people let out a sigh of disappointment. However, they all feel that Huangfudi's retreat is indeed reasonable.

This Zhuang Wudao was born, whether it was defeating Yu Anjun or covering a thousand cities, it showed the power of crushing.

Although the strength of Huangfu is unfathomable, it is only comparable to Gaitian City at most. If you want to say that Huangfu Di can win, the people present, even those closest to Huangfu Di, will not believe it.

At this moment, the main hall of the Daoist Hall at the back of the school field is within the curtain behind Feng Xuan Zhenren. A hoarse voice was also heard.

"This son of the sword path has actually entered the realm of transformation, it is really rare! The Bull Demon Yuan hegemony body is even rarer. Gai Qiancheng and Dongli Han were defeated in his hands, which is also a matter of course. In this year's big competition, this son will definitely be in the top three. Feng Xuan, such a character, why did he give it to Xuanling Mountain and leak it to the festival?"

The voice was ethereal, low, as if whispering in a human ear. On Feng Xuan's forehead, a thin layer of cold sweat appeared.

"It is Sikong Hong's personal decree to receive the festival law and read it to the Wujing Taoist Museum. The momentum is extremely strong, Feng Xuan really doesn't dare to disobey!"

"Oh, but I remember that ten years ago, the first seat of the Zhufeng had already been decided, and the disciples of this year's academy needed to be selected by me Ming Cui Peak first. The rest of the peaks can only select disciples, even though Master Bo is a true person of the Yuan Shen, he can't break the rules. ”

The voice that came out of the curtain this time was slightly softer, and there was a slight sneer in his words: "I heard Chi Lingzi say that someone is preparing to expel this Zhuang Wudao from the Leaving Dust Sect. That Sikong Hong had the opportunity to cut off this son and put it into the wall of Xuanling Mountain. I don't know if I'm wrong with this news?"

"It's true!"

Feng Xuan was already sweating through his heavy clothes, but his face was still calm: "However, Elder Wei Feng only knows one and not the other. This son has cultivated the rest, and the spiritual root is difficult to visualize. According to Li Chongzhen in Yuecheng, this son's spiritual root is only between the fourth and fifth grades at most. Although he has practiced several supreme exercises, he has already started and has a certain foundation. But after all, the future is limited—"

"Five-Rank Spiritual Root, a limited future?"

The feminine voice sneered: "Linggen may be as you say, but this future is not necessarily." ”

"The spiritual root is just one of the reasons why Feng Xuan is this son!"

Feng Xuan knew what Wei Feng meant, with such a foundation and such a talent, how could he say that his future was limited?

Even if the spiritual root is really weak, with the support of the resources of the entire Xuanling Mountain, it is enough to push this son into the Jindan realm.

Wei Feng may not really value this Zhuang Wudao, most of them are still dissatisfied because of such a talent and falling into Xuanling Mountain.

With this person's temperament, he would rather pinch Zhuang Wudao in his hands and rot and destroy it than give it to Xuanling Mountain.

The two veins of Mingcui Peak and Xuanling Mountain have always been mortal enemies.

If he can't come up with a suitable reason to satisfy this person, he is afraid that he will immediately fall from the position of the real person in the Daoist Hall. The disciples of the Foundation Building Realm in the Dust Sect are as high as nearly a thousand!

Feng Xuan almost gritted his teeth and said: "The father of this son is the son of Taiping Dao Chongyang, and he sent a slave to my Taoist hall to plead. I see that the father and son of the two are out of harmony, and Zhuang Wudao is even more resentful, but I am afraid that sooner or later there will be waves. Feng Xuan expelled him, because he didn't dare to cause disaster for our sect. If in the future, Taiping Dao asks me for leaving the Dust Sect because of this, how should my sect respond?"

"Chongyangzi, that Chongyangzi, who is known as a heavenly spiritual root, has been on the talent list for ten years?"

This time, it was the first person to speak, the hoarse male voice: "So that's the case? There are such twists and turns, so can the real person know the life of this son?"