Chapter 104 Unparalleled Knife

Chapter 104 Unparalleled Sword

"Who is this Wang Yue? How dares to compare with the hegemon of Lingtai Realm when he is extraordinary. Does he want to leap the challenge? Some warriors whispered below.

"Wang Yue, you must not get hurt!" Seeing that Wang Yue wanted to compare with Jianmingshui, he was worried about the ghost Xuanyue sitting next to the ghost moon. She knew that it was difficult for Wang Yue to defeat Jianmingshui, but she couldn't stop Wang Yue's comparison with Jianmingshui, and now she can only sit aside and worry.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Nether Tianyue knows her sister very well. If it weren't for the person she cares about, the mysterious moon would not be so nervous. Originally, she wanted to comfort her sister, but when she thought that she was going to marry a man she didn't love, Nether Tianyue's heart was also helpless and sad.

"Wang Yue, I didn't expect that you would be the first one I would challenge!" Jianmingshui waited in his seat for a long time before he naturally wanted to defeat Wang Yue as soon as he came on the stage and showed his prestige in front of the mysterious moon, which made the beauty laugh.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know. Now let me tell you the difference between the spiritual plateau hegemony and the extraordinary strong." The figure holding the sword flashed in his hand, and immediately three identical swords appeared. Even Wang Yue could not distinguish the real person for a moment.

"It's not a big deal. I'll kill the three together! The flames are so fierce!" The more Wang became familiar with and understood his sword, the more he felt that there seemed to be something profound in it. Wang Yue was also able to judge that this flame knife must have been damaged by a high-level spiritual weapon, so he paid more attention to it.

"Hula!" The fierce flame spewed out from the flame knife like a large flame to form a curved moon-shaped blade. The fiery red knife light rushed to the water of three swords like a fierce beast. The hot air wave also pushed out, making many powerful warriors feel the constant movement of hot air in the center of the hall and feel the fierceness of Wang Yue's knife.

"The sky is connected with water." Jian Mingshui used his own sword move again. This sword can be said to kill Wang Yue from a tricky angle, thus sacrificing three splits to attract Wang Yue's attention. It can be said that it is unexpected and unprepared. Especially on this sword, there is a combination of a large number of kendo essence and spiritual power. There is a trace of poison in the sword momentum, and the speed is extremely fast. Even some spiritual platform hegemons are a little dazzling.

"Hmm, that's ridiculous." At the beginning, Wang Yue thought that one of the three must be the real body of the sword. But soon Wang Yue knew that these were fake. He deliberately pretended to be deceived. Now that the swordming water is split with a sword, Wang Yue has naturally made precautions in advance, otherwise he will not use a martial art skill that is not as good as the mysterious middle level to deal with the swordming water.

"Fly fire through the needle!" Wang Yue turned around with a knife. At this moment, the flame knife is like a rotating flame in his hand. The blade is facing forward, and countless flames are constantly condensing on the flame knife, and even the temperature in the center of the whole hall has increased a lot.

"When!" The sword collided with the big knife, and the sparks suddenly splashed everywhere, and the white light directly drowned the firelight like a waterfall. The sword of the sword did not decrease and directly hit Wang Yue's chest. This sword was about to hit Wang Yue's body, and everyone's eyes were also attracted.

"Hmm?" Seeing that Wang Yue seemed to have lost the courage to resist, the elder immediately prepared to stop him. However, at this time, Wang Yue's other palm, which did not hold a big knife, stretched out. With the fluctuation of more powerful spiritual power, a dust-like spiritual power met the sword like a wall.

"Heaven and earth collapsed!" Wang Yue's palm was as if the whole world collapsed. Countless gray dust sprayed out of Wang Yue's palm and directly tied the sword in his hand in front of him. Even the arms of Jianming's water were sealed by the loess ejected from Wang Yue's hand. Now Jianmingshui understood that Wang Yue's previous move was just to disperse his sword power, and this palm was the real fierce move to fight against him.

"Now it's too late to understand." Wang Yue has mastered the first layer of artistic conception of the split mountain palm in only five days, and he is invincible. Coupled with the martial arts essence of the cohesion of many Zhenyuan's power, Wang Yue actually fought with Jian Mingshui's full-out blow. However, Wang Yue's purpose is more than that.

"Go!" Wang Yue has now surpassed Jianming Water by strength alone. Under his area, Jianming Water directly passed Wang Yue. At the same time, Wang Yue's leg was also raised. Although this move is only an ordinary wind shadow leg, it is enough to cooperate with Wang Yue's power beyond mortals to drink a pot of water.

"Bum!" He was kicked by Wang Yue. Although he did not break the spiritual coat, Jianmingshui could no longer control the trend of rushing forward and directly arched his body to the ground and made a fool of himself.

"Thousands of hands stacked shadows!" After Wang Yue had an advantage, he did not give Jianmingshui a chance and appeared directly behind Jianmingshui. At the same time, Wang Yue's palm has been slapped out. In the countless dusty mud and sand, thousands of Wang Yue palm seals were hidden.

Thousands of palm prints flew out, and his body had been patted by the palm prints without waiting for the sword to react. In this palm seal, each palm seal seals the true power of Wang Yue's body. Even a trace of Zhenyuan's power can cause irreparable damage to the spiritual cloak outside the body, not to mention thousands of Zhenyuan's power. For a while, although Jianmingshui was not disabled by Wang Yue, thousands of palm prints were enough to drink a pot of Jianmingshui.

"Is this still a human?" The elder did not expect Wang Yue to condense thousands of true power in such a short time. He could really feel that even the aura around him was swallowed up by Wang Yue. Without reacting for a moment, he watched the sword Mingshui turn into a beggar beg beggar by Wang Yue directly from a well-dressed rich son.

"In this competition, Luo Tianzong Wang Yue won." Seeing that Jianmingshui's whole body was rag, the elder directly put Jianmingshui into his storage bag with his hand to avoid Jianmingshui continuing to humiliate the Nether Sect.

"Wang Yue's nephew, you can go down. This is Jin Yudan, which is a reward for you. Knowing that this game, the Nether Sect had lost face, so he gave Wang Yue some rewards to let him end, which was a compensation for the Nether Sect for bullying the small.

"Thank you, Elder." Wang Yue didn't say much. He took the elixir and walked back to his seat. However, other warriors are talking about it. Some people say that Wang Yue is a genius. Maybe Luo Tianzong deliberately sent him to make a fool of the Underworld. Some people say that the people of the Nether Sect are too weak, and it is really shameful that a spiritual plateau hegemon can't even defeat the extraordinary strong. However, these comments are all private, which can be said to be different opinions. Among them, the happiest is the dark moon.

"Wang Yue, you earned it again this time. This golden jade elixir is the treasure of the Nether Sect, and you may not be able to buy it even if you spend money outside. If one is sold, it will be worth at least 10,000 taels of silver. You have just finished the test, and now you can recover your strength and refine your body. It's just right. When Li Deguang saw Wang Yue return to his seat, he urged Wang Yue to say.

"Hmm." This golden jade elixir is mainly to help the warrior recover their physical strength and develop the potential talent in the warrior's body, especially at the end of the battle. Hearing Li Delong's words, Wang Yue did not hesitate to swallow it directly.

"The competition just now was really thrilling. Does anyone still want to go to the stage to have a comparison? The elder stood in the hall and looked at many martial artists, as if he was looking forward to the next competition.

"I want to challenge." At this time, a figure fell directly from a high altitude to the door of the hall, and a young man with a long knife came in from the eyes of everyone.

This man is not so handsome, but he is a little more charming than Nangong Zhuoda. With dark skin and solid muscles, he looks extremely strong and a powerful warrior.

As soon as he entered the hall, he looked at Nangong Zhuoda with a confident smile, as if he did not regard this place as a Longtan tiger's den, but his own backyard. This made everyone nod and praised the young man's courage.

"Ah?" When he saw the man, the dark sky moon, which had no expression on his face, opened his mouth in surprise, and even the dark moon beside him almost shouted out. This person is none other than the person in the heart of the dark sky and moon, Jing Wushuang.

Now Jing has no two sides and no expression, but anyone can see the angry flame in his eyes, as if he is not here to compete today, but to find someone to fight desperately.

"I'm afraid you're looking for me." Seeing Jing Wushuang come in, Nangong Zhuoda naturally stood up from his seat and didn't pay attention to Jing Wushuang at all.

However, everyone here knows that any of them is a hegemon-level figure of the young generation in the far west region. Now the two are together, and it is a battle between them. I just don't know what the suzerain of the underworld thinks and let the two sworn ends stand together.

Seeing the appearance of the young man in front of him, the suzerain of the underworld did not stop him, as if everything was expected, and several bigwigs around him also looked at the two young people with expectations, as if eagerly looking forward to a fierce competition between the two young people.

"It is said that Xing Tianzong's hunting eight knives is more powerful than the Xumi swordsmanship of the Nangong family. Maybe I can witness it today. I hope that this battle will make Tianyue completely give up on this man. Our two families can also get married smoothly and better consolidate our alliance. Looking at the Nether Heavenly Moon, which is still biting its lips, the Nether Valley said helplessly.

"I naturally understand the mind of the underworld. If Zhuoda can't even win this Jing Wushuang, who only has sevenfold return to the Yuanjing, I'm afraid he is really not qualified to marry the daughter. Nangongling looked at his son and said proudly.

"Ha ha, then let's wait and see." Another middle-aged man also laughed. Naturally, he is the patriarch of the Sirius sect. Several other bigwigs are also watching from the wall, looking forward to the beginning of a fierce battle. However, as the person concerned, the ghost moon is not so easy.

At this time, Jing Wushuang came to Nangong Zhuoda.

"Are you Nangong Zhuoda?" Seeing the young man about his age coming, Jing Wuming asked strangely.

"Hmm. You are Jing Wushuang, right? I have been looking forward to your name for a long time. I expected you to come!" Nangong Zhuoda seemed to be looking forward to it.

"It seems that you Hengyangzong are still very practical. It's so good to talk. But I don't know if what you have done is the same as what you said!" Jing Wushuang directly inserted the long knife in his hand into the ground and said faintly.

"You Xing Tianzong are not bad either. Come on, what do you want to bet on?" Nangong Zhuoda also took out a short knife from his cuffs and asked with a smile.

"I bet on the life of my beloved." Jing Wushuang looked at the dark moon not far away and looked at him with great expectation and said with incomparable confidence.

"That depends on whether you have the ability or not." The two people are very clear about what each other is saying, so naturally they don't need to beat around the bush. When he saw his fiancee and Jing Wushuang's eyebrows, Nangong Zhuoda couldn't endure any more. Otherwise, it will be said to be a shrinking turtle, or even a green-haired turtle.

"Either give up or World War I." Jing Wushuang has no second plan since he entered the hall. For him, if he gives up, he is likely to regret for life, and even martial arts will have great mental obstacles. On the contrary, the same is true of Nangong Zhuoda. This is why the Netherworld will acquiesce to their two fateful battles.

"Wang Yue, which of them do you think can win?" Li Delong now trusts Wang Yue more and more, especially when he sees Wang Yue looking at the two people in the hall with a solemn face, he is more like knowing Wang Yue's thoughts. In fact, what he didn't know was that Wang Yue was not thinking about Jing Wushuang and Nangong Zhuoda, but about himself and the mysterious moon.

With heart to heart, Wang Yue doesn't think he will be better than these two people. What if you are still mediocre after three years? Wang Yue's eyes skipped everyone's cover and glanced at the face of the dark moon, facing the dark moon. The two of them seemed to touch each other's hearts, but they also separated at a touch. Wang Yue always felt that his heart seemed to be empty.

In the future, if I don't have Nangong Zhuoda's family background and Jing Wushuang's strength, will Nether Xuanyue and I have no chance, or is it more tragic than Jing Wushuang's fate? Wang Yue suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

But at this time, nothing allowed Wang Yue to think more, because in the middle of the hall, Jing Wushuang had begun to make moves.

Jing Wushuang's knife is unimaginably fast, just like a strong wind in the storm, like a wave of heaven. Every time his knife rises and falls, it also carries a magnificent atmosphere, as if it were earth-shaking thunder, forming an image of a storm. One knife after another, like a storm trying to hit the earth, can make the other party powerless to fight back. This hunting eight knives was perfectly interpreted by Jing Wushuang as if they were gods.

In the face of Jing Wushuang's knife, Nangong Zhuoda did not show weakness at all. A sword in his hand was like the ten fingers of his hands. Every detail was pinched just right by him, and every counterattack was like a magic pen, which made people defenseless. Especially in Jing Wushuang's stormy attack, Nangong Zhuoda showed his broad mind, like a wise man who was not surprised by accident, always holding a sword in one hand without hurry. Even Wang Yue had to praise Nangong Zhuoda's delicate mind.

At the beginning of the competition, it was like a fierce competition. A storm, a dripping water, staggering attack and defense. Although these two people are different in the realm, it is really difficult to win or lose if they just fight for a while. However, no matter how difficult it is to distinguish the winner, there is also a time to win or lose. It's just a matter of time.

"Bow Light Sword Shadow!" Just when the two sides fought inexhaustible and difficult to win or lose, Nangong Zhuoda finally couldn't stand it and broke through the shadow of Jing Wushuang's knife, and the momentum of the whole person also soared.

"Sword?" Wang Yue was able to notice that on Nangong Zhuoda's sword, wisps of swords were also drawn from Nangong Zhuoda's body like silk. This sword is invisible and qualitative, like a divine pen and the essence of life in the rushing blood. Nangong Zhuoda poured this large amount of spiritual power into the soul of the sword and became a powerful move. In an instant, the sword was shining, and the rolling spiritual power turned into a rolling tide like a wave and hit Jing Wushuang.

Wang Yue never thought that this move seemed simple and unpretentious, but condensed an extremely powerful sword meaning, giving people the illusion that even the reef would be flattened by the waves. There is really a state of returning to nature.

"The horizontal knife is straight!" In the face of Nangong Zhuoda's seemingly simple sword, Jing Wushuang also seemed very calm. The long knife in his hand was held tightly, as if all the breath had converized, and there was no spiritual fluctuation, but it made it possible to clearly feel the strong oppression of this knife. Is this the power of the knife? A knife is unstoppable.

"Jing Wushuang won!" Feeling Jing Wushuang's more powerful knife momentum, Wang Yue has put a complete end to the test. But he doesn't know what will happen even if Jing Wushuang wins.