Chapter 8 Win!

"Your Excellency, you were innate eight years ago, and now your skills are even more unfathomable. The little prince is disabled today."

"I don't think it's necessary. The royal family is different from us. They have received the best education and used the best resources since childhood. Judging from the verbal confrontation with the leader just now, the little prince is not necessarily weaker than the leader."

"What do you know? Do you know who he is?"

"Who?"

"The original prince, the only son of Queen Li, is the prince of Yuan. He has been in prison for ten years. Are you kidding? If he can win the leader, we have been living dogs over the years.

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Hearing that the commander was going to fight with the little prince, 3,000 black armored soldiers couldn't help showing a frustrated smile, and their feet were not slow. Three thousand people dispersed and formed a circle of nearly 100 meters with the mountains. Therefore, it seems that martial arts competition is not uncommon among the black armored soldiers.

"When it is quiet, the sword is eyeless, and the warrior should be careful. First of all, the martial artist will have his own name!" The three relatives who used to follow Zhanling came out of the team and went to the center of the circle to read the martial arts treaty.

As a martial dynasty, although the people strictly prohibit the practice of martial arts, it is extremely encouraging for the family, which has also led to the weak situation of today's strong royal family. However, regardless of these policies, martial arts competition has been a sacred thing since ancient times.

There are also a series of rules for this purpose. Once it is violated, it will be intercepted by all martial artists.

"Zhan Ling, the innate high-level five elements compete with each other, and the weapon is Yanling knife. I hope you can teach me!"

"Wu Wei, the innate primary four series of true qi, weapon Cangyue halberd, I hope you can teach me!"

Martial arts competition, regardless of money and power, only martial arts, only martial arts.

The black armored soldiers surrounded by him couldn't help but be stunned after hearing that the latter reported to his home.

What amazing news it is that a teenager under 20 years old, a child who has been decadened in the heavenly prison.

Among them, the most surprising thing is Zhan Ling. As a congenital strong man, he understands the innate difficulties of promotion. As a student of Prince Shou, Zhan Ling knows much more about Wu than the people present. He knows that it is good to maintain his cultivation without going backwards, not to mention practicing in the environment of Tian prison. In Zhanling's consciousness, Wu Kui was at most a martial artist in the medulla period. He slightly pointed out two moves to arouse his interest in practice, but he never thought that this person was already a congenital strong man.

Just above the cliff, Zhan Ling did not see Wu Ao's cultivation. 80% thought that Wu Ao had any treasures, but now he knows that this is the performance of the innate martial arts after returning to nature, which means that Wu Ao's innate state has been stable, and his surprise can't help but be a little surprised.

"Please!" After thinking about it, Zhan Ling held the Yanling knife and the venue to look for Wu's flaws. In the face of Zhan Ling, a martial artist of the same level, he was sure of victory, but he did not dare to make a big deal. After all, both of them were in the same level.

"Then you're welcome!" Holding the Cangyue halberd in his hand, a natural spirit poured into it and flashed along a touch of enchanting blood. Wu's whole body moved, and Cangyue was referring to Zhan Ling's eyebrows.

In the competition, there are differences in cultivation. Generally, the weak take action first. If you encounter a similar situation, you need to solve the order of action by looking for each other's loopholes.

In the face of Wu's fierce shot, Zhan Ling, who had been observing, moved, and the cold knife flowers swept towards the moon.

"Five elements are compatible, so good!" When Cangyue was connected with a long knife, Wu An felt that the true spirit that had originally surrounded outside Cangyue was constantly weakened. When the momentum was completely blocked, the original innocence in Cangyue had been exhausted and lost the strength to make a breakthrough.

"It's my turn!" Blocking Wu's first-hand thrust, the long knife settled, and a force of twisted space instantly added to Wu's body. At the same time, the Yanling knife, mixed with terrible power, split into Wu's upper forehead.

It was too late to block. Looking at the long knife falling from the top of his head, Wu Fu seemed to feel that the whole world was pressing towards him. As for the long knife, it was just the carrier of all these powers.

"Tenglong, extremely gold and mysterious water!" If this knife is locked by a congenital warrior, this knife is enough to end all the masters, but Wu is still a little short of it. Cangyu turned around and scratched the blade of the long knife. At the same time, there seemed to be thousands of water rushing on the barrel of the gun, and a sound of dragon chanting came from Cangyue.

"Boom!"

Affected by the rebound of the collision, Wu took 13 steps back and Zhan Ling retreated six steps, which was enough to see the gap between the two.

In the first confrontation, Wu Ao lost, but Wu Ao won in the eyes of many black armor soldiers. Don't underestimate Zhan Ling's seemingly casual knife. The power of this knife can only be blocked by the three relatives around Zhan Ling in the whole Qingzhou Black Armor Corps. Wu Fu can do this in the first confrontation, which has won the public. People's recognition.

"What a golden mysterious water. It seems that only the power of water in your five elements has not been activated. Come again!" Feeling the huge rebound from the knife body, Zhan Ling moved his wrist, and his poker-like face couldn't help showing a smile, but the rigid look made people feel fright.

"Good!"

The two shouted at the same time and stood together again, but this confrontation was more dangerous than the first time, and it was no different from fighting in the field.

Wu Ao's cultivation has not many opportunities for actual combat, but in terms of experience far exceeds the people in front of him. After all, Wu Ao's cultivation road has Pu Shan paving the way there. Especially after getting Mr. Ji's notes, Wu Ao's practical experience has grown to an extreme, but these experiences are not his own. Therefore, it needs to fight again and again to turn all this into his own. Only in this way can Wu Fu grow up better and faster.

For this rare opportunity, Wu Wei naturally does not want to give up. While resisting Zhanling's offensive, Wu Wei's most consideration is not the method of cracking, but wants Zhanling to exert his combat skills more fiercely. In the usual practice, whether it is cultivation or understanding of combat, Wu Wei and Pu Shan are completely unequal. Even if they have made some progress, it is difficult to match the gains from collision with masters of the same level. The cultivation of the two brothers is the same as that of Wu, but you should know that the martial arts of the brothers is assassination, and every move exists for killing. This not only cannot enhance Wu's martial arts experience, but may also hurt Wu's life.

For this battle, Wu Kui has the confidence to win, so what is more important for Wu Kui's control of his own close combat. Only by turning everything into practice can Wu Fu's combat power rise again.

seemed to understand Wu Wei's intention. During the battle, Zhan Ling did not use his combat skills. He completely used his own experience and understanding of martial arts to launch fierce attacks on Wu Wei again and again.

As the saying goes, one inch long and one inch strong, one inch short and one inch dangerous. Between the knife light and gun shadows, a group of violent breaths continue to disperse and spread out around the field. The wounds formed by the residual force of the collision are imprinted on the surface. The onlookers held their breath one by one and injected their whole attention into the battle in front of them. This is A battle of masters, a textbook explaining combat skills, whether it is the two people who participated in the battle or the 3,000 black armored soldiers watching the battle, they all got a lot of benefits from it.

The battle circle was separated again. Zhanling's hair was opened by Wu's bun, and there were three clear knife marks on Wu's brocade robe. At this moment, the two were no longer free and easy, and they quietly adjusted their internal breath.

"Your Majesty, your strength is very strong, and the last general will admire you. But this battle must be won or lost. How about we decide the world with one move? After the fight, Zhan Ling's attitude towards Wu Ao has obviously changed, and his tone is no longer so hard.

"Okay, come on!" To calm down the boiling blood in his body, Wu was angry and clearly knew that with such a fight alone, it was difficult to distinguish between the two. He could only use combat skills to improve his combat power to an extreme, so as to completely restrain the other party.

"The tiger roars in the sky!"

"Dragon swallows the sun!"

For a while, between the mountains and forests, dragons and tigers roared, raw wood, killing gold, two completely different innate spirits, collided with each other.

"Boom!"

Under the impact of the aftermath of the battle, a smoke rose on the field. When everything settled, Wu Wei stood there with a long gun, and Zhan Ling fell to one side, but the injuries of the two were not as serious as it seemed, at most physical exhaustion.

"You won!" After patting the dust that fell on his body, Zhan Ling jumped up from the ground, stood firmly and knelt down to Wu.

Many black armor warriors seemed puzzled that the commander lost, but when they saw the commander kneeling down to Wu, they immediately knelt down.

"No, you are injured now. You can rest for a few days. I'll go first. If there is anything you need to directly summon the seventh guard, I will arrange it!" In order to keep it secret, everyone did not speak, but Wu Ao saw the respect for himself, or respect for the strong in the eyes of these Jiashi. No matter what purpose these people turn to themselves now, Wu Ao believes that sooner or later he can completely control them. Not only that, Wu Ao will also establish a king under his own. The teacher.