Should!

Deserve!

It's called retribution!

Most of the people present thought like this, and their faces were gloating.

In this showdown, there is no suspense at all.

The reason why the eldest prince of Long was able to pass all the way to Lingyuntai was nothing more than the power of the Golden Jade Palace and the power of the divine weapons in his hands. This is not convincing, it can be said to be contemptible and shameful, especially the one where Wu Xingyun put it against him, it was obviously a release of water, but it made the bright appearance and straw bag essence of the eldest prince of Long fully exposed in front of everyone's eyes, and it was unobstructed. In any case, this battle is against Zen, and the good luck of Prince Long will come to an end. No one thought that the Great Prince of Long was the opponent of Wuzen, including the Crane Gong and the Crane Po, including everyone in the Golden Jade Palace.

Of course, the eldest prince of Long didn't think so.

The eldest prince of Long had just taken a nap, and he was still staring at himself, yawning and passing.

Armed with a floating sword.

Compared with the Taisu Divine Sword, the Floating Divine Sword is sharper, and the Dragon Grand Prince has already prepared: "I said the two-"

It's two, and there are two people opposite the eldest prince of Long.

One is no Zen, one is a peony.

The peony god is dressing up for a monk without Zen, tying his hair, encouraging his fighting spirit and calming his emotions: "Wuzen, you should know what to do for this kind of scum, scum, and shameless people." Wuchan nodded, clenched his fists: "Yes!" Peony nodded in satisfaction, looked up and down, left and right, and touched Wuzen's head: "Very good!" Wuzen's face was awe-inspiring, and he said seriously: "Yes!" That is it, Peony slapped Wuchan's shoulder vigorously three times to encourage him. Then, he walked away with his head held high, sat on the Lingyun platform by himself, on the top of the steps, and watched the battle: "Let's start!"

No one paid attention to her, so she let her mess around.

In fact, it is said that he is dressed and his hair is tied, and he has no clothes to tie his hair, and the monk is still naked, wearing gray pants and white socks, and a pair of Luohan shoes. There is no fiery red cloak, no Zen is dressed in nondescript, like a monster. Only the green scalp shows the identity of Wu Zen, a simple and simple monk. In fact, no Zen is so good-looking, no Zen can not be draped in silk and satin, no Zen can not be covered with a crown, no Zen is no Zen, a monk.

"This monk is not ordinary!" said that it was not ordinary, it was not ordinary, it was the immortal immortal Weng Evergreen who spoke, and the referee of the game was also the commentator: "The monk is from Nanshan Zen Buddhism, and he is the most proud disciple of the Dinghai God Monk, and he is famous and has no Zen." Look at him, thick eyebrows, big eyes, nose and straight mouth, dignified appearance, dragon spirit and tiger fierce, young age, the grandmaster's bearing has been completed, how the martial arts are, everyone can see it, and he is also kind-hearted and open-minded, Nanshan Zen Buddhism has this heir, it is really the luck of Buddhism, the luck of martial arts, and the luck of the world!"

Whoa, everyone applauded, and they all cheered: "No Zen! We will win! No Zen! We will win!" The immortal Weng smiled, waved his hand, and his voice was loud and like a speech: "If you practice martial arts, if you are a person, if you are a person, if your heart is right, if you are right, you are right, and you are right." Chu Ci has a saying, the only way to introspect is to be upright, and to seek righteousness, this is the righteousness of Haoran's temperament, which is in line with the way of heaven and earth, and is the foundation of people's lives, just like the disciples of Nanshan Zen Buddhism without Zen——"

At present, the language is impassioned, sprinkled with thousands of words, citing the words of the sages and sages, the book of three teachings and nine streams, combined with the actual situation of this martial arts conference, the monk of Wuzen is praised as a flower. The immortal fairy is very eloquent, and everyone is also quite cooperative, with warm applause, they all nodded and praised, not thinking that it is procrastinating, not thinking that it is verbose, and listening carefully and relishing, all of them are united in the heart of the monk without Zen -

Of course, there is a reason for it, and the immortal immortal Weng has never mentioned the eldest prince of the dragon from beginning to end. This refers to Sang scolding Huai, the immortal immortal also has a proud disciple, the corpse of the immortal is not cold, the immortal immortal must seek justice for him! As he spoke, the immortal immortal shed tears of sadness excitedly, like the immortal immortal here, and the more than 10,000 people present, they all looked at the eldest prince of Long, Long Wuyang-

How is Long Wuyang?

Long Wuyang's face does not change color and his heart does not beat, and he looks at the sky with his hands down, and he is extremely calm.

Of course, he was very angry in his heart, and he put a plate on his head, and Prince Long had no reason not to be angry. Just without justification, Prince Long followed his father's style, responded to all this with an indifferent and ignorant attitude, and wrote his arrogant attitude on his face. Arrogant and proud, Prince Long is such a person, so he explained to him that Prince Long is also disdainful, that old immortal was originally a clown who would be rewarded by the eye, and he jumped up, but the grasshopper after the autumn.

Long Wuyang made a wise choice, that is: speak with strength.

Sure enough, after talking for a while, the immortal had nothing to say.

didn't dare to say too much, the crane father and the crane mother were still watching on the stage, and their faces were also not good.

Again, the point is up.

Then hand it over to Wuzen and speak with strength: "Competition-"

Begin!

"Come!" Wuzen straightened his chest, clenched his fists, and stared straight into his eyes.

Wu Chan is simply neat, Wu Chan wants to fight quickly, Wu Chan knows that he is not Wu Chan's opponent, no.

The eldest prince smiled slightly.

No one knows Long Wuyang's true martial arts, Long Wuyang has hidden his strength, and that smile represents a trace of disdain, as well as a lot of confidence! However, the flesh is mortal, and the spirit is not very good, and the power of the floating divine sword, Long Wuyang will let him understand it! Calm attitude, chic demeanor, uninhibited bearing, isn't it just a peerless swordsman, so he will be this monk who does not know the height of the sky, and he is stupid and stupid, and he will exceed it in one fell swoop: "Choke!"

Quiet.

Out of the sheath, back to the sheath, but within a snap of a finger.

I saw a flash of cold brilliance, with a lonely and brilliant color.

It's so fast!

It was so fast that Wu Zen was stunned, and he was stunned and motionless, as if he was stupid, and it was so fast that everyone didn't have time to scream, and they didn't have time to make a sound.

This style is called: Heaven and Earth One Sand Gull.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" everyone came back to their senses and found that they were all dumbfounded: "This is, the situation of Shenma?"

The situation is: a sword slashed, the tip of the sword broke the throat, into the middle of half an inch, no Zen throat broke and died.

Because it's too fast, there's no blood.

In fact, in one fell swoop, the Dragon Dance Yang Sword was already aware of it in his hand when it came out, so he knew it. Belly Ming.

You don't even have to look at it.

Within three breaths, you can see blood, and after five breaths, you can fall to the ground.

That is.

After 10,000 years, when the eldest prince of Long saw that the monk Wuzen was not falling, he couldn't help but glance obliquely and found it.

Bloodless.

There was no blood in the throat, only a knot.

I found that the monk Wuzen was still standing there stunned, staring at a pair of bull's eyes stupidly, as if he was looking, an idiot.

What's going on?

The peerless swordsman couldn't understand it anymore, so he looked around strangely, and saw that everyone was looking at him with sympathy and pity, as if they were looking at a peerless idiot.

"Hahahaha!" The immortal finally couldn't help it, and laughed out loud, laughing heartily.

"Hahahahahaha

Unexpectedly, Prince Long was still very humorous.

Make everyone very happy.

That sword is very fast, but it is helpless to be without Zen, and those with better eyesight can see that the blade reaches the throat of Zen concave half an inch, and it is instantly calm. Wuzen is not reacting, just because Wuzen does not have to react at all, it is the natural reaction of Wuzen's own muscles and bones, and there is no danger. Most of the people present are martial arts practitioners, experts, and they know how rare this is, and Wuzen's ability to control the body has reached the point of being superb-

The mind does not move, and the external object does not touch.

What is Wu Zen looking at?

Wu Chan was looking at her Peony sister, who was sitting alone on the steps, scratching her head and grooming in the mirror.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and made a teasing gesture: "How?"

There is no Zen spirit, and the soul returns to the senses: "Good-looking! Good-looking!"

No Zen This is, distracted.

Everyone burst into laughter, generally raising their eyebrows, and the immortal Weng praised: "Sure enough, the divine sword!

Long Wuyang is furious!

It's useless to be angry, it's useless to gnash your teeth, and it's useless to hate your bones.

When it comes to strength, the difference between the eldest prince and the monk Wuzen is 108,000 miles, and it can't be reasoned.

Angry is angry, but he doesn't move, and with a choking sound, the floating sword is unsheathed again, and there is no more trickery, and a sword stabs straight -

Still not giving up.

No Zen punches, folds the left arm, makes the right fist, crosses the river with a type of Arhat, and faces the blade with a fist!

"Boom—"

Iron fist, Excalibur, who is sharper? Who is harder?

Long Wuyang was overjoyed, and immediately stabbed out, and said that the monk was really a fool! Everyone was shocked, and they exclaimed in surprise for a while, this is a floating sword, and the monk is really big this time! No Zen is not stupid, no Zen is not big, no Zen is trained by the spirit stone, it is a stubborn stone, and there are three points of aura. A good fist, it can be said to be square, but this is a punch that has been tempered thousands of times, it can be said that the momentum is majestic, and it is easy to be the one! Long Wuyang was also frightened, and did not dare to slack off at all, and immediately concentrated all his strength on the floating sword in his hand, stabbing straight at the point! Close! Close! Seeing that it was close! But he didn't know that his soul had been taken away by the momentum of that punch——

Empty.

Empty.

Not only was Long Wuyang like this, but everyone's attention was also on the square inch where the fists and swords intersected, and in an instant, everyone felt that there was a hollow in front of them, an empty heart in their hearts, and an empty head inside! The divine sword was sharp, and the fist was hard, which was an illusion caused by the combination of invincible momentum and sharp and unparalleled fierceness-

The fist is gone, and the sword misses.

Wuzen is gone, gone.

"Tong!"

In fact, there is no Zen but he closed his fist, grabbed it, and sent it with an iron head-

With a bang, the eldest prince of the dragon flew upside down, and fell to the sky with four feet: "Uh-"

It was the sound of the stomach turning over and over, but not vomiting, retching.

"Wow!" the audience was in an uproar.

The spear is sharp, the shield is strong, the spear of the son, the shield of the trap, what is it?

Nobody knows, and neither does Zen.

No Zen and no stupidity.