After King Jinlun was forced to reluctantly agree to the order of the competition, he beckoned Darba not far behind him to his side, and muttered in a low voice with a stern expression, needless to say, he also knew that he really emphasized the importance of this battle, so that Darba would do his best to win this competition no matter what. M.x. Mobile Network

Wu Dunru slowly walked forward to Chengyang, he was still a purple hero, a belt a few inches wide was tied around his waist, and the "Bamboo Leaf Flying Knife" scabbard was hidden but outsiders couldn't see it, the dark purple mille-feuille fast boots, and a purple silk silk silk tied the long hair simply behind the head to look neat.

Wu Dunru's appearance is somewhat similar to Wu Xiuwen's, the same sword eyebrows and sideburns, eyes like bright stars, straight nose bridge, and sharp edges and corners on his face;

Wu Dunru untied a long package that he was carrying diagonally behind his back, and with a shake of his hand, he pulled out a large "ice pick" about five feet long from it, only to see Wu Dunru holding the thick handle at the back end of this "ice pick" with both hands.

The bottom of the body is a quadrangular prism, and the four blades are blown and broken, and then gradually narrowed, and the two blades gradually converge into thick sword spines.

The ≠ thinner and thinner towards the front until the tip is as thin as a cicada's wing. The blade of this giant sword like an "ice pick" shimmered in the sunlight with a dazzling cold light, which showed that it was very sharp, and the whole "ice pick" was crystal clear, reflecting a colorful and dreamlike light, which made people fascinated.

"This is the divine weapon that Brother Dunru obtained, we call it the 'Xuanbing Heavy Sword', it is very powerful!" Guo Fu's eyes sparkled, staring at Wu Dunru, who was as powerful as a god descending under the shroud of colorful light, and proudly introduced to the people beside him.

After Wu Dunru, Cheng Ying, and Guo Fu came out of the 10,000-year-old ice cave, they found tough cowhide and fabric. The inner three layers and the outer three layers wrap the "Xuanbing Heavy Sword", otherwise such a dazzling weapon exposed outside is too eye-catching and attention-grabbing.

And along the way, Wu Dunru did not reveal the "Xuanbing Heavy Sword" in front of people, and even Yeluqi and the others did not know that Wu Dunru was carrying such a divine weapon in the long package that he was carrying behind his back.

◎ When Tsuru and others returned, they were busy with affairs and did not mention this matter to others. So it wasn't until now that people were surprised to find out when the "Xuanbing Heavy Sword" was taken out. Wu Dunru was actually blessed with such a peerless divine weapon.

Wu Dunru also knows that this battle is very important, and it can be said that it can affect whether Guo Jing's side and the Golden Wheel Dharma King's side can seize the opportunity in five matches.

Wu Dunru had to do his best to kill the big ugly of the five ugly people in the Tibetan border a few months ago, and now although he has been cultivating in the 10,000-year ice cave in recent months. The strength has increased greatly, and there are divine soldiers to help him, but if he wants to win over the innate divine power, it is not easy for Darba, who has been practicing tantric divine skills for decades with a simple mind.

At this time, Darba had already bowed down to receive the order to Chengyang, and Darba carried a thick and large golden pestle on his shoulder. It looks like it weighs a hundred and eighty pounds.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, Darba put the golden pestle on the ground with one hand, and several cracks immediately appeared on the ground of the bluestone slab.

"Darba asked Senior Brother Dunru if you killed a few of his apprentices?"

"Yes, it was I who helped him clean up those wicked apprentices and sued him. I won't let go of his only remaining little apprentice, and I will definitely kill him if I have the chance. Wu Dunru said lightly.

Darba really cares about the apprentices of the "Five Ugly Men on the Tibetan Side", and they all try their best to teach and have great hopes. After listening to the translation of Fortune, Darba let out a strange "Wow!" Holding the golden pestle in both hands, he rushed towards Wu Dunru. ...

Looking at the golden pestle that smashed into him with a huge whistling sound of "Huhu!" , although Wu Dunru was not shocked, he had long known that Darbali was infinite, Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen were also born with divine power, and Wu Dunru was superior in terms of strength, especially the "Jiuyang Divine Skill" was getting deeper and deeper, and Wu Dunru's strength gradually increased at an alarming speed, while Wu Xiuwen was developing in the direction of lightness and agility.

Wu Dunru secretly said in his heart: "I really don't know who has more strength between myself and Darba, and don't look at Darba's golden pestle, my 'Xuanbing Heavy Sword' has been tested many times and is definitely not less tenacious than the unborn 'Xuantie Heavy Sword', but I have to compete with Darba!"

Wu Dunru, who had this thought, did not dodge, and rushed towards Darba with the same force under his feet, and in the exclamation of the onlookers who did not know the truth, accompanied by a loud sound of "bang!", the weapons in the hands of the two had collided heavily in the next moment.

"Teng, Teng, Teng!" Wu Dunru and Darba took three steps back at the same time, and shook it before regaining their body, Darba's face was shocked, he knew how much strength he had, on weekdays, even Xiao Xiangzi, Yin Kexi and others did not dare to fight hard with him, and Ma Guangzuo, who was also amazingly powerful, was afraid of his own divine power, and he didn't think that the other party, a little doll who looked a little weak, could actually fight with himself in terms of strength.

Wu Dunru was also shocked in his heart, this blow seemed to be evenly divided, but the soreness in his arm still showed that he had a slight gap with the other party, but Wu Dunru, who had a lot of progress in the "Jiuyang Divine Skill", had been eliminated under the silent Xuangong.

"Your strength is great, I have never seen it before, Master said that I am an innate divine power that is rare to see in a hundred years, is it the same for you?" Darpa asked in Tibetan.

Wu Dunru didn't understand and didn't intend to understand, he didn't wait for the luck to translate, and flipped his wrist and slashed towards Darba's lower plate.

His Holiness also rebuked Darpa in Tibetan: "Don't talk to him, defeat him with all your might!"

"Got it!" Darba muffled agreed. The golden pestle slashed downwards and met Wu Dunru's "Xuanbing Heavy Sword".

After several months of hard training in the 10,000-year-old ice cave, Wu Dunru had already made his fingers on the seventy-pound "Xuanbing Heavy Sword", lifting weights like light.

Wu Dunru's arms competed, and the "Xuanbing Heavy Sword" in his hand did not collide with the golden pestle, and crossed a graceful arc, leaving a rainbow-like rainbow-like rainbow of colorful light in the air to hit Darba's head.

Darba only felt a flower in front of him, and a piercing cold aura slashed at his head, Darba himself was extremely powerful, but his actions were not very flexible, so he thought that Wu Dunru's strength was comparable to his own, and he must not be so fast.

Who knew that the "Xuanbing Heavy Sword" that had been attacking him in the blink of an eye had turned around to attack his head, Darba let out a strange scream, and hurriedly made a move to "shrink the stalk and hide the head" to barely avoid Wu Dunru's attack.

Feeling the biting cold air rushing across his scalp, Darba screamed and kicked his toes hard, his body flew back more than a foot, and he glared at Wu Dunru in horror: "Could it be that you can't do it!" (To be continued.) (。 ))