Chapter 18 Who Fights with

Wu Pengwei came out with a broom and slowly came to the center of the venue.

When he came out, Wang Heng was stunned. He turned his head behind his head to find the source of the sound. Then he saw Wu Pengwei go out and didn't have time to pull it.

Everyone was stunned for a moment. Chu Qianjun, who was crazy, turned his head and looked at the sunset patriarch, Changsun Jue, and asked, "Master Changsun, what's going on?"

The eldest grandson was also confused. He looked at the elders and protectors around him, and they all stared at each other.

"Whose disciple is this?"

Changsun Jue asked, but no one answered, but Aoki stood out and said, "Master, this boy is a new handyman."

"Nonsense, don't let him get down." The eldest grandson brushed his sleeves, as if he wanted to vent all his anger.

But at this time, Wu Pengwei suddenly stamped his foot on the field, and everyone only heard a loud noise. The bluestone bricks on the ground suddenly cracked more than a dozen pieces, and the power was not less than He Qianshui's initial fierce blow.

Everyone was stunned again. Unexpectedly, a handyman came out with amazing strength.

Chu Qianjun coughed and didn't want to make trouble. He shouted to the red-haired young man on the field, "It's done. We can go." After saying that, he hugged Changsun Jue and others and pulled Ye Lv to leave wildly.

The red-haired young man heard Chu Qianjun's shouts and was ready to leave.

But at this moment, a broom crossed in front of him.

The red-haired young man raised his eyebrows and looked up at the other party. His beautiful face and thin body were fifteen or sixteen years old. He looked like an old child.

But it was this big child who came to him in an instant from five meters away, but he didn't know it.

He looked up and stared at the other party, with a compelling edge in his eyes.

The other party was just laughing and said, "What, are you afraid?"

Then, the red-haired young man saw a soft white light flashing on the broom, trembling and never crossed the top of the broom, like a swallowing snake letter, swaying.

The red-haired young man's eyes suddenly narrowed.

And the people around him also took a breath of cold air at the same time.

There are only two possibilities, either the teenager has reached the realm of martial soul, or he will also have a special method like the "crazy knife door", but either one is enough to be amazing.

Ye Lv was a little stunned. He patted the short fat man Chu Qianjun beside him and asked, "How can this boy be the ability of our sect? He is not an abandoned disciple."

Chu Qianjun gave him a white look and said angrily, "Abandon, this boy is not from our mountain gate at all."

Chu Qianjun looked at Wu Pengwei in the field, his face was a little complicated, and his intuition told him that this boy was not simple.

If he knew that it was because of his words "S greetings to the gentleman of the Water Mirror Secret Sect" that Wu Pengwei would appear in the game, I don't know how he would feel.

He turned his head to Changsun Jue and said, "Master Changsun, it's time for this farce to end."

Changsun Jue is such a person. When he saw that there was still a turning point, he just stroked his beard and smiled: "What did Brother Chu say? This is a disciple of the elders who taught merit in my family. He just changed his clothes and didn't see it."

Ye Lv, who was beside him, even echoed: "Fatty, what are you afraid of? Is it possible that he will still be the opponent of the 'magic knife'?"

Chu Qianjun suddenly became angry.

The red-haired young man on the court stared at Wu Pengwei coldly, holding a wooden knife in his hand, and asked, "I don't want to hurt you. You are not my opponent."

Wu Pengwei curled his lips and said, "You have to try to know."

The red-haired young man's eyes suddenly tightened, and the long knife in his hand brought out a strange arc, and the electricity was generally split.

This move once defeated Qiu Shan and Bai Wuji, as fast as light and shadow.

It's a pity that Wu Pengwei has already analyzed his arc trajectory clearly, and the broom obliquely blocked this extremely fast knife.

With a crisp bang, the red light on the wooden knife and the white light on the broom were excited, and the two took a step back at the same time.

The red-haired young man frowned and stared at Wu Pengwei: "Yes, you can actually stop me with a knife."

Wu Pengwei smiled and did not reply. He just danced a stick flower with the broom in his hand.

The red-haired young man took a deep breath, raised the wooden knife above his head, and said coldly, "This is my second knife. If you can catch him, you will be qualified to know my name."

Wu Pengwei smiled, and the stick dance in his hand was more fancy.

A red light is constantly condensed, and a long knife light is raised on the wooden knife. When the knife light is derived to the extreme, the red-haired young man's body rises in the air, and a knife is pressed down.

This knife gathered the burst of fire, and the power of qi and blood burned wildly on it. The four meters around was full of the crackling sound of air.

But at the same time, the broom in Wu Pengwei's hand also lingered with soft white light, drawing a circle of light and shadow, and smashing it on the wooden knife.

"Boom"

The green bricks under Wu Pengwei's feet were broken, and his whole body seemed to have collapsed an inch and fell into the broken bricks.

And the red-haired young man in the air also turned upside down, with a few tendons in the air, and finally fell to the ground safely.

"Good knife method." Wu Pengwei praised, patted the dust on his legs, and walked out of the gravel pit.

When he said "good knife method", he worried the onlookers for a long time, because in the last game, He Qianshui also fell to the ground after saying these three words. It was not until Wu Pengwei carried a broom and walked out lightly that the crowd burst into loud applause.

The red-haired young man took a deep look at Wu Pengwei, stroked the knife with his hand, and whispered, "My name is Dao Er. Remember that this last knife is a broken knife. If it is light, it will be seriously injured, and if it is serious, it will die. Be careful."

After saying that, the knife two hands held the knife, turned sideways, and the knife body pointed to the ground obliquely.

At the same time, a bursting red fire was rushing out of him crazily, gradually condensing into a vague lion head image.

Everyone around closed their mouths at the same time. This is a sign that the martial soul is about to condense. Zheng Miang Dao II has reached the peak of high-level warriors, only one step away from the level of the martial soul.

The air gradually dries, and the power of qi and blood of Dao Er is extremely powerful, almost draining the water within a radius of ten meters.

The onlookers unconsciously licked their lips, and a feeling of danger was quietly spreading.

And Wu Pengwei just stood quietly. He held a broom and gently scraped the ground, just like cleaning the fallen leaves, indescribably relaxed.

A gust of wind suddenly blew, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground into the air.

Sum, at this moment, Dao Er's eyes tightened, and a roar like a beast broke out from his mouth. His body moved forward quickly, and the red light of qi and blood rose, pulling out a crimson shadow.

"bang" "bang" "bang"............

A series of bursting sounds exploded in the air, but all the fallen leaves that touched the red shadows were blown to pieces.

Wu Peng raised his head fiercely, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at Dao Er in front of him like a ghost.

Dao Er rushed over, surrounded by fire all over his body.

A knife is tilted from the side. At the moment of flirting, countless sparks burst on it, and the trajectory is unpredictable, bringing out tortuous light and shadow.

Wu Pengwei's eyes were constantly replaying the process of flirting with the knife. In his mind, the gray light fog beats like a heart, and a circle of energy storm swept the whole mind.

The light filaments converge, condensing the human-shaped light and shadow constantly repeating the momentum of the knife, constantly analyzing, and constantly disassembling.

Once, twice, three times... fifty times.

One instant brake, two instant brakes, three instant brakes.

Less than two breaths, Wu Pengwei's eyes, which had been squinting, suddenly opened suddenly, shooting a bright star-like light.

He took a deep breath, and the broom in his hand flew backwards, and pointed on the tip of the red and unpredictable wooden knife at an incredible angle.

In one-tenth of the instantaneous moment, he finally caught the running trajectory of Dao Ermu Dao.

"Bum"

The broom suddenly burst, but Dao Er's eyes emitted an unbelievable light.

An instantaneous pause, the wooden knife pierced the fragments of the broom and swept it obliquely, and it was this tiny pause that was enough to make Wu Pengwei stagger and get out of this almost a must-kill blow.

Wu Pengwei made a mistake, bowed his head, twisted, and made the most proud move.

"Nu Tao Zhan"

A soft white luster emerged from his palm, and then brought out the sound of waves beating on the shore, which seemed to be curved and straight, and seemed to draw a slow and erratic trajectory, which was quietly imprinted on his chest in the dilated pupil of Dao Er.

"Boom"

The straight body of the knife flew backwards like a knife and fell to the ground sadly. The wooden knife in his hand broke inch in the air and broke all over the ground.

There was a sudden silence all around.

At this time, Wu Pengwei patted the dust on his body for fear, glanced at the person in the crazy knife door, and asked faintly, "Who else is coming?"

All voices are forbidden, and no one dares to respond.