Darba exclaimed that Wu Dunru knew how to demons, and King Jinlun knew that his apprentice was honest and foolish, so he hurriedly shouted a few times to ask Darba to compete seriously and not to think nonsense.

If it was Wu Xiuwen or Yang Guo and Darba, they would definitely tease each other, but Wu Dunru rarely had such a playful time, especially now is the critical moment, and there is no room for a little mistake, so Wu Dunru did not answer, just focused on attacking.

Wu Dunru saw Darba's strange scream and flew back, his steps changed, and he followed forward like a shadow, and the "Xuanbing Heavy Sword" in his hand continued to dance out of a rainbow glow towards Darba.

Darba finally stabilized his mind under the repeated reprimands of the Golden Wheel Venerable, he knew that his flexibility was far inferior to Wu Dunru, so in line with the idea of "braking with static", he waved a thick and long golden pestle, and waved a golden light shield around his body, looking from a distance it really looked like a Buddha shrouded in golden light, standing in Chengyang, immovable.

Wu Dunru, on the other hand, was like a giant colorful butterfly, dancing, attacking outside the golden light shield with the intention of finding a loophole.

The two have fought more than 100 rounds between one attack and one defense, Wu Dunru's attack is hearty, and Darba's defense is not leaky.

The crowd of heroes were dazzled, just listening to the endless sound of "ping pong!" weapons colliding on the field, looking at the cracked bluestone floor that was smashed by Wu Dunru and Darba's feet or weapons, and feeling the howling of the wind brought by the waving of weapons in their ears, everyone could feel the fierceness of this battle.

Guo Jing, Huang Rong, Wu Santong, Wu Sanniang, Zhu Ziliu, Wu Xiuwen, Cheng Ying, Guo Fu and all other people who were close to Wu Dunru were surprised to find that Wu Dunru's progress was far beyond their imagination.

Guo Jing had the experience of fighting against Darba in Chongyang Palace. His divine power over Darba. As well as a solid tantric martial arts, I know it very well. Now seeing that his apprentice Wu Dunru was able to suppress the other party, the surprise in his heart can be imagined.

King Jinlun's face was gloomy, and he couldn't believe it in his heart, although he said that he was forced to be helpless when he agreed to the order of the competition, but he was still very confident in Darba's strength in his heart, and he didn't think that Wu Dunru could really beat Darba, but he didn't expect that the current situation made him very difficult to accept.

Wu Dunru himself, who fought on the field, was indeed very cheerful at the beginning, and even immersed in a flowing attack for a while. Let him quickly adapt to the surge in power after a few months of retreat in the 10,000-year ice cave in the unreserved confrontation with Darba, a formidable opponent.

This feeling of completely letting go of your hands and feet, and wholeheartedly applying what you have learned on weekdays, is heart-to-heart with your younger brothers and sisters, for fear that the gap between the feelings of the other party will be wide.

≮ In the process of fighting, Wu Dunru's technique of using the "Xuanbing Heavy Sword" can be said to be a step forward, and his control of his own internal force is also more subtle, and he does not have the feeling that it is difficult to control because of the sudden increase in strength a few days ago.

But later, after his own progress gradually decreased, Wu Dunru's heart began to be a little depressed, and Darba's defense was flawless from beginning to end, although Wu Dunru's attacks became more and more aggressive. Darba copes with a little wolf bèi, but still seamless. He felt like he had nowhere to start!

After changing the direction of his attack several times, Wu Dunru suddenly and helplessly slowed down his offensive and began to wander around looking for Darba's flaws.

"Brother Jing! It's not a matter of stalemate like this! This Darba is indeed quite difficult!" Huang Rong also saw Wu Dunru's embarrassment, and whispered to Guo Jing. Guo Jing nodded and didn't speak, but stared intently at the situation on the field. ...

"Rong'er didn't know, when this Darba and Huo Du went to the Quanzhen Sect of Zhongnan Mountain together, Darba's divine power didn't know how many masters of our Quanzhen Sect had been injured, and even a few junior disciples didn't get much bargain in his hands, but fortunately, Jing'er took action in time to suppress his fierce flames!"

"Yes, as the saying goes, 'one force descends ten will' at the beginning, Jing'er's 'dragon and eighteen palms' are extremely strong, and now Dunru is born with divine power, and there are divine weapons to help, all of which can just suppress Darba, if you change to other good hands, it is very likely that you will accidentally let Darba win with strength when you are not as strong as the other party. Ma Yu nodded in agreement and said in an analytical manner.

At this moment, Wu Dunru, who was carefully observing Darba, had a bright eye, and finally had an idea in his heart.

I saw that Wu Dunru's feet increased again, and like a whirlwind, he launched a fierce attack around Darba, only this time Wu Dunru gave up his fancy moves and resumed the posture of fighting with Darba at the beginning.

I only heard the sound of the collision of the "Xuanbing Heavy Sword" and the golden pestle on the field again, which was as dense as a cannonball.

Darba, who was tired and anxious by Wu Dunru's flexible pace and elusive light skills, saw that Wu Dunru had changed his offensive routine, and shouted excitedly, and he also desperately waved the huge golden pestle in his hand like a chicken blood and collided with Wu Dunru, this way of fighting is what Darba loves.

For a while, under the shroud of rainbow clouds on the field, gold dust was flying, which was a different kind of beauty.

No one including Darba noticed that Wu Dunru's attack was not as haphazard as it seemed, relying on brute force.

Every time Wu Dunru attacked, every time the sword fell, and every time the "Xuanbing Heavy Sword" and the golden pestle were exchanged, they were all under Wu Dunru's perfect control.

After the deafening collision continued for another quarter of an hour, Wu Dunru's stern expression finally showed a subtle smile.

After the "Xuanbing Heavy Sword" collided with the golden pestle again, Wu Dunru handed over the "Xuanbing Heavy Sword" held in both hands to his left hand, leaving his right palm free. The eyes of the onlookers changed, and they didn't know what to do in the fierce fight.

At this time, Darba, who was on the rise, didn't care about Wu Dunru's change of moves, and the golden pestle in his hand crossed an arc, turning and smashing at Wu Dunru again.

Wu Dunru held the sword behind him in his left hand, his left leg was slightly bent, his right arm was bent inward, and his right palm drew a circle.

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