Chapter 11 Inspied

The snow stopped, but it was cloudy.

A huge dark cloud covered the sky over the Wuwang Hall, which was dark, and the people's hearts felt heavy.

There is a thick wall around the ring. The light is unclear, and the black clouds urge it, as if it was evening.

When Li Wuxin walked into the ring, a teenager in a moon-white figure was already standing in the middle of the ring. He held a long sword with a scabbard in his back in his hand. The red light came out of the scabbard and was as thick as blood.

Li Wuxin raised his eyebrows slightly and let out a cold hum.

The back turned around, revealing a beautiful young face, with quiet eyes like water and as deep as the sea.

"Let's meet again." Wu Pengwei nod and motioned.

Li Wuxin whistled and walked around Wu Pengwei, with extreme contempt in his eyes, "Meet again? Boy, I remember I once said that I would kill you when we meet again.

Li Wuxin is full of ruffian, but his tone is completely cold, which makes people have no doubt about his murder.

Wu Pengwei was unmoved. He just looked straight ahead and said lightly, "That also requires you to have this ability."

"Do you think you are qualified to say such a thing to me if you beat Zero?" Li Wuxin put the pearly long sword across his neck and put his hands on it, as if he had picked a flat pole and tilted his head to look at Wu Pengwei: "Believe it or not, I will shave all the flesh on your body with one sword and one sword, leaving only a bone shelf for you."

Wu Pengwei smiled. He shook the hem of his shirt, as if shaking away the light dust.

Li Wuxin's handsome face immediately cooled down.

"When I speak and fart?"

He shook his arms, and the long sword in his hand flew away, nailed to the wall like an arrow.

And Li Wuxin's whole body flew out like a cannonball, flashing in front of Wu Pengwei like a ghost, and a pair of fists opened like raindrops, covering 38 key points around Wu Pengwei's body.

The fist is fast and fierce, and the speed is comparable to thunder and lightning. Each blow brings out bursts of shadows, and there is even a hoarse sound.

That's the sound of punching speed reaching the extreme and tearing the air.

Facing the fist shadow all over the sky, Wu Pengwei's eyes tightened slightly, and suddenly took a deep breath. His whole body suddenly became empty, like a leaf, shaking with the undulating shadow of the fist, light, without a trace of strength.

What is strange is that no matter how fast Li Wuxing's fist speed is, it can never be stained with the corners of Wu Pengwei's clothes.

After a while, Li Wuxin slipped away.

"Kid, are you good at it?"

With a cold smile, Li Wuxin squatted slightly, with his palms in front and behind, his left hand slightly curved like an eagle's claws forward, and his right palm stood straight behind. A cold coldness overflowed from the white light in his palm and suddenly filled half a ring.

The cold air is like a knife, far more piercing than the wind and snow. It overflows from Li Wuxin's feet like a cobweb, turning into small ice crystal debris, extending more than half of the ring.

And Li Wuxin's face was as white as ice, with a strange smile on the corners of his mouth.

The extremely cold ice rose from the ground and turned into a snow-white glittering giant eagle above his head.

"Go to hell, boy."

Li Wuxin's body bounced and came.

His palms drew a strange and unpredictable arc. In an instant, the bone-piercing cold wind blew out from his palms. Where he passed, even the air was faintly frozen into ice. In it, people would definitely freeze and unable to move.

These are secondary. The most dangerous is Li Wuxian's palms. The trajectory of the dance is unpredictable, floating and heavy, which is beyond Wu Pengwei's previous understanding of martial arts.

The cold air came.

The rapid calculation in Wu Pengwei's mind leads to the result that the opponent's martial arts cannot be cracked in an instantaneous moment.

He fell to the ground on one knee, with a fierce spark on his left fist and a punch on the ground.

This punch is extremely powerful, but the control is extremely exquisite. The size of the cracked deep hole is just enough to make Wu Pengwei fall down.

With one move in the air, Li Wuxin was also slightly stunned.

Wu Pengwei's rapid and bold response made him unexpected. He actually smashed a hole, and his whole body fell down to avoid the palm of his blow.

In consterrension, Li Wuxin's face suddenly changed, and his whole body rose up and rushed into the air like an arrow.

And where he originally stood, the ground suddenly exploded.

Wu Pengwei held a red light in his left hand, tore open the ground and burned it into ashes within a radius of five meters.

Li Wuxin fell from the air with a solemn face. In front of him, there was a big pit with a diameter of ten meters. Opposite the pit was Wu Pengwei with a long sword and quiet eyes.

"You have really grown a lot, and you can fight with all your strength."

Li Wuxin stared at the other party carefully and found that there seemed to be something more in Wu Pengwei's quiet eyes. It was not like the pure indifference he saw for the first time in the restaurant, but with a kind of bold and cold indifference.

It seems that anything in the world, even if the sky collapses and the earth cracks, the collapse of the world has nothing to do with him. He just looks at the other party quietly, but the light in his eyes is far-reaching and unpredictable, without a trace of emotion.

Is

the result of the rapid growth of strength?

Li Wuxin was a little confused, but he soon left this doubt behind.

As soon as his palm stretched out, the sword embedded in the wall immediately flew out, as if it was manipulated by invisible lines and fell between his palms.

Masters can often test each other's strength with one move.

Today, Wu Pengwei is no longer the guy he could deal with with his fists at the beginning.

He inhaled, the light in his eyes became solemn, and his smile disappeared, and it was replaced by a deep mountain.

The long sword buzzed, and circles of invisible storms oscillated out like waves.

Li Wuxin's hand holding the hilt of the sword was covered with blue veins, and the long sword slowly came out of its sheath.

This time, Wu Pengwei did not stop him from drawing his sword as he did in the restaurant, but looked at it quietly with an old face.

Now it's different from the past. He wants to try how powerful Li Wuxin is after sheathed.

The ink-colored sword came out of its sheath, and a strange but hoarse sound of a beast floated in the air.

" hiss" " hiss" " hiss"

It's not a snake, but it's more rapid than the sound of the snake, as if there is a kind of magic that makes people's hearts faintly painful.

A huge lizard light and shadow coiled out of the ink sword, and two blood-red eyes stared at Wu Pengwei, with killing and violence.

"This sword is called 'Swallow Shadow'. I have lived with him for a total of 17 years. Since I was three years old, I have been carrying it with me. I don't want to let go when I eat and sleep. I understand its joys and sorrows, just as it understands everything about me. Pulling it out means death and rage."

Li Wuxin put his sword across his chest, and his eyes were extremely cold at this moment, and there was no longer a trace of emotion.

"Pull out your sword and use your strongest martial arts. No matter how much you grow up, you must die today!"

Li Wuxin put on a strange sword posture and took a strange step under his feet, as if he was spinning around a very small circle.

The ink sword in his hand overflowed with a trace of ink light and shadow. The black light and shadow revolved around the huge lizard and swallowed up the surrounding light. Gradually, there was no longer a trace of light in the space where Li Wuxin was, and the dark elephant was the deepest night.

Wu Pengwei hurriedly retreated.

The strange shadow was beyond his expectation, and the power medium contained in it made him unable to see through it.

The first choice is to retreat.

It's just that the ink light and shadow spread quickly. Almost in an instant, it has spread to Wu Pengwei's feet, and the air suddenly becomes extremely sticky. The most troublesome thing is that in addition to the sticky and heavy position, a trace of cold air also comes out, hindering the speed of action and forming a double resistance with the ink shadow, which makes it difficult. Move.

The resistance has more than doubled.

And the other party is hidden in the ink light and shadow, and it is difficult to see a trace of action.

What should I do?

Encountering an unprecedented dilemma, at this moment, Wu Pengwei's best analysis and calculation is difficult to exert its effect.

His expression was still calm, and there was no panic in his eyes, as quiet as a mirror.

Wu Pengwei pulled the "Red Army" out of his sheath, and the fiery light ignited in an in an hour, but unfortunately it was soon swallowed up by the ink shadow.

Wu Pengwei retreated again, and the "blue water dragon blade" in his right hand slipped out again, and the blade between the long chants kept pulling out, turning into a slightly curved arc knife, as bright as a pool of autumn water.

The left sword is as red as fire.

The right sword is as soft and white as water.

Wu Pengwei suddenly stopped the retreat and squatted down. His body rotated like a whirlwind. The two completely different lights turned sadly and rushed into the ink shadow with bursting air pressure.

"Boom"

It's like the collapse of mountains and rivers.

The ring suddenly burst, and the high and towering stone walls around it also cracked cracks, and most of the left wall collapsed.

The wind outside the ring poured in and blew away the dust.

The original hundred-step square ring has disappeared, and the only thing left is a big pit, a deep pit of 200 meters.

In the middle of the deep pit, two people stood against each other.

A man held a dark sword in his hand, and the ink light and shadow on the sword kept overflowing, like ink stains floating in the water.

The other man holds the sword in his left hand and the knife in his right hand. The sword is red and dazzling, and the knife is as bright as autumn water.

The two of them wanted to confront each other, and even the roaring wind stopped in front of them.

"Yes, your move is so powerful that it can actually block the blow of 'swallowing shadows', proving that you are a strong opponent." Li Wuxin took a breath, and his right arm felt a piercing coldness. The originally fat sleeve was blown to pieces by the other party's sword spirit at the last moment.

Wu Pengwei smiled and did not answer.

"But do you still think it's my opponent? Before that, I watched every time you had a test. In the Jiangshan Pavilion, I have already thoroughly analyzed everything about you. The move just now is your unique move to deal with zero. This is already your unique skill at the bottom of the box, and I have not yet used a must-kill blow.

Li Wuxin suddenly smiled, and there was an indescribable creepy feeling in his smile.

His eyes began to be covered with blood and gradually turned red, and when it turned red, his black hair gradually turned red.

"This move was originally to deal with Wu Kuangxing. I can't say it. Now I'll sacrifice you first and die."

Li Wuxin smiled ferociously, violent and bloody. The sword in his hand seemed to feel the murderous intention of his master, constantly trembling and singing, scattering circles of ink shadows, almost covering the sky and the sun.

At this moment, the huge dark clouds on the ring were also gloomy.