Chapter 8 Silent Sword

Wang Heng's strength is not bad.

At the time of the sunset, it was already the second level of the junior warrior. Later, through the guidance of the "green shirt freak" disguised by Wu Pengwei, after practicing the improved kapok palm, he tied with Qiu Shan. With this breakthrough, his strength climbed to the peak of the junior warrior.

Later, Aoki's identity was revealed. Aoki, who had been hiding his strength for many years, felt the filial piety of his disciples, helped him with his own skills, broke through two layers in one fell swoop, and reached the realm of the fifth level of the middle-level samurai. His technique is also the upper-middle level among young martial artists.

However, it is obviously a little worse than the fat man of Zhengqingzong.

The dust-free footwork is tricky, like a snake. The strange and erratic attack line makes Wang Heng tired to deal with it. In addition, the earth-based gas machine on the fat man's leg is uncertain. Once the opportunity is found, it bursts, and the power of the earth system is actually bursting with fire.

For a while, Wang Heng suffered unspeakably.

The gap between him and Fatty is also the gap between the sunset sect and the Zhengqing sect.

The defeat is only a few minutes later.

But just when Wang Heng was about to be unable to support it, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "Attack his left rib and leave his other footprints alone."

Wang Heng was stunned, and then he was overjoyed. Without thinking, he put out the kapok palm in his hand and inserted it into the other party's left rib.

The fat man Wuchen is very bad. His footwork is four virtual and one solid. The footprints in mid-air often make people unable to figure out the trajectory. Wang Heng has suffered a hard time, so he is tired of dealing with it. Originally, the fat man is tired of playing. He wants to kick Wang Heng with one foot. By the way, let him spit three or four mouthfuls of blood, which is just a task.

As a result, the opponent who had been tired of defense suddenly changed his previous hesitation and slapped his left rib. This attack hit his vein, which happened to be the starting angle of his last shot.

Wuchen was shocked, quickly paused for a moment, and took half a step back to prepare to perform again.

Who would have expected that Wang Heng's offensive was like running water, and every move attacked the unreleased force point of his next move, which made the fat man extremely uncomfortable.

No matter how strong a martial arts master is, he needs time for qi and blood to run. The angle before the attack is sealed, which is equivalent to only half of his ability.

The good situation suddenly changed.

Wu Xin and Wang Yaner, who were watching the battle, also looked strange.

"Brother Wuxin, you said that Brother Wuchen will win, but he seems to lose." Wang Yaner pulled her unintentional arm.

Unintentional is also a little surprised. He is strong and has a bright vision. He suddenly sees that unintentional strength is difficult to unfold. This is not a matter of skill and strength. The opponent was not so powerful at all at first, but suddenly his vision became poisonous.

There are tricks in this.

Intentionally frowned, and a cold light shot out of his knife-like eyes, sweeping across the opposite table.

There were three people sitting on the table. One was drinking with his head down and his fingers flicked on the table, while the other looked at the two people in the field. He looked so dull that there was no fluctuation. The other guy, with long eyebrows and mouse eyes, was very concent and his expression was very wonderful.

The situation of the comparison was one-sided, and the fat man inadvertently began to be in a hurry, which obviously forced Wang Heng into a desperate situation.

Wu Xin's face turned cold. He snorted, waved the long sword in his hand, and a practicing white light spewed out of the scabbard, straight between Wuchen and Wang Heng.

The white light roared, and the two people in the test were shocked at the same time and immediately retreated.

And the white light passed through the two and went directly towards Wu Pengwei and Aoki sitting at the wine table.

Aoki didn't do anything. He put his hand in his sleeve.

Wu Pengwei raised his eyebrows, pulled a chopstick from the table, and flicked his fingers. There was a red fire on the chopsticks. Before the white light, the two burst and dissipated at the same time.

"Unintentionally, you go back and don't lose the face of the sect."

Wuchen walked over with his sword. Wang Yaner wanted to pull him, but Wuchen brushed her sleeves and almost fell down. The fat man unintentionally saw Wuchen's blue face and knew that he was angry. He grabbed Wang Yaner and shook his head.

"I didn't expect to meet a master today, so let me experience it."

Heartless iron opened his face coldly and slowly pulled out the long sword in his hand. Surprisingly, the sword turned out to be dark, without a trace of light, deep like thick ink. With the slowly rising of the sword body, an amazing evil spirit evaporated from it.

For a moment, the seven people present felt that the air was stagnant. The sword was like a living thing, and the evil spirit was twisted and shaken. Everyone only felt as if there was a roar of a beast coming from it, but when they listened carefully, there was no sound.

"You can't let him pull out the sword."

Wu Pengwei, who had been sitting on the stool, only felt that the pressure had increased sharply. In the rapid calculation in his mind, he came to the conclusion that the sword of the other party's soul seal could not be out of its sheath, otherwise, the people present might not have survived.

It even includes Aoki, who has reached the peak of martial arts.

Wu Peng stood up fiercely, and the hand holding the wine glass suddenly exerted force. A strong white light condensed and formed in the palm of his hand. His body flew out low, like a swallow piercing water, bringing out several erratic shadows, and rushed straight to the opposite heartless.

"Bum"

The light splashed everywhere, and the unintentional left palm pinched Wu Pengwei's fist. He smiled ferociously. His beautiful face was like a demon. With a low voice, a soft white glow came out of his shoulder, trembling like a bubble, and then rushed to his left palm and bounced Wu Pengwei in the confrontation two steps away.

At the same time, the sword in the heartless hand is more than half out of its sheath.

"You don't have enough strength. Wait to die."

Unintentional sneer, without a trace of monk's charity.

Wu Pengwei smiled, raised his eyebrows, and said faintly, "That also requires you to have this ability."

After saying that, his whole body burst out of fire-like red light, took away a shadow, and rushed to Wuxin quickly.

Unintentionally shocked, Wu Pengwei's physical style this time was actually direct and fast, like fire, as fast as fire.

He punched Wu Pengwei who rushed over. His fist was golden, but Wu Pengwei gently got out of the way. His palm hit it at a strange and erratic angle. He unintentionally withdrew the empty left fist, but it was empty.

Wu Pengwei's palm fluttered and pressed on the hilt of his sword, and a soft white glow gushed out of his palm, like the power of a storm, pressing back half of the unintentionally out of the sheathed sword.

"How?"

Wu Pengwei retreated back, and his eyes were as quiet as water.

Intentionally, a handsome face twisted, suddenly took a long breath, and regained a full ruffian spirit. He smiled and said, "It's a little underestimated you, that's all. I can kill you without a sword."

It takes a very strong strength to pull out the weapon of the soul seal. In the realm of martial soul, it takes a long time to pull it out. He doesn't know that it is impossible to draw his sword to kill the other party. He originally drew his sword not for Wu Pengwei, but a little afraid of Aoki.

But now it seems that Wu Pengwei is not easy to deal with. At least it is also the realm of martial soul. It can convert the attribute power of the two systems, from water to fire, so that he can guess that the sword is pressed back.

The unintentional sleeves brushed, and the fat sleeves brought out a harsh wind. The pale light lingered out of the sleeves and converged over the top, and the huge ferocious flying eagle appeared again.

" Show your martial soul. In three moves, I will make your life worse than death."

Unintentionally threw the sword in his hand, and his body squatted slightly. His palms were in front and behind, his left hand was slightly curved like an eagle's claws forward, and his right palm stood up and straight behind. A cold and bone-like coldness overflowed from the white light in his palm, which suddenly covered the whole second floor, making people feel like falling into an ice cave.

Wu Pengwei was shocked and realized that this unintentional strength was extraordinary.

Not to mention the light and gas condensation, and his qi and blood power does not seem to be a simple water power, extremely cold. The water skills he practices are not ordinary heart decisions, at least at least at the level of "burning sun heart decisions".

And through the analysis of his brain, the unintentional posture has changed endlessly, and there is a feeling that it is unpredictable.

The ice air filled the whole second floor, and the floor was covered with frost, giving birth to countless fine ice dregs.

The unintentional eyes are getting colder and colder, and the momentum is getting more and more full.

And Wu Pengwei stood quietly, with black hair and windless automatic, rising upside down.

At the moment he was about to take action, there was a sudden sound of a rapid step downstairs.

The two hesitated at the same time. At this time, a strong wind surged through the window on the second floor. A thin middle-aged man in purple armor had stood in the middle of the two of the two.

"Two friends, Duan Heran, the fourth guard of Gewei, the king of Xiawu, is the fourth guard of the city. There is an order in Shangfeng. In the days of the 'Wuwang Competition', please don't make trouble in the city. If you stop, you are still good friends. If you don't listen to the advice..."

The thin man paused, and dozens of iron guards had rushed up downstairs, surrounding the two, and each of them held a dark crossbow in his hand.

"Here, you have also seen it. This is the broken spirit of the Yunhuang Mo family. No matter how strong the strength is, dozens of crossbows specializing in breaking the power of qi and blood are shot at you. I think it can't be stopped without the realm of the master. Of course, masters with the realm of the master will generally not make trouble in the restaurant."

The man made a joke, but his eyes were cold.

He unintentionally glanced at the man and smiled. His fierceness was gone, and he returned to the original ruffian.

"Cong, I'll give Wu Wangzong a face."

He put his hand on the hilt of the sword, dissipated his strength, and the space returned to its original temperature.

"Which school are you from and what's your name?"

Wu Pengwei took a look at Wu Xin and said indifferently, "Wu Pengwei at sunset."

"A good name, but the sect is a little inferior." Unintentionally smiled and turned around and left.

Just as he went downstairs, the long sword in his hand that had been clenched in his hand came out of its sheath, and a black light swept out, like a crazy black wolf, straight brushing the top of Wu Pengwei's head, tore up the window, rushed into the building, and silently melted the flag of the restaurant erected outside with the iron cast pole.

Everyone was shocked.

This sword is extremely powerful, and unpredictable, silent, and no one expected it.

"Remember my name, Zhengqing and Li Wuxin. I will kill you when we meet again."

Li Wuxin's voice was cold and he quietly went down the stairs.

Duan Heran's face turned green. Li Wuxin didn't take his words seriously at all and actually drew his sword in front of him. If it hadn't been for the order above, he would be the first to rush to beat him.

As one of the top ten martial arts schools in the world, Wuwangzong is not afraid of Zhengqingzong.

Fatty Wuchen Jian Duan's face was not right. He quickly announced his voice and pulled Wang Yaner downstairs.

Before the little girl went downstairs, her watery eyes glanced at Wu Pengwei and went downstairs with a complicated look.

Wu Pengwei also sighed. After half a year, it was rare to meet an old acquaintance in a foreign country. As a result, it was another fight and inexplicably concluded the knot.

However, Li Wuxin's unfathomable palm and the last strange sword made him have strong expectations for the Wuwang Competition.

Only by constantly making strong moves can he become stronger.