Xiaobai's eyes widened. What kind of swordsmanship was performed by his elder brother Zhao Wujiang?
This kind of power is completely beyond the scope of its understanding.
If it was performed by a venerable person with six calamities, seven calamities, or even higher cultivation, it would be completely understandable.
But it seems that Zhao Wujiang has just crossed over to the realm of the Venerable, and has not even passed through the Tribulation of the Venerable.
The level of this swordsmanship is definitely not low.
The talent of the man who created swordsmanship is astonishing.
Xiaobai is no longer the simple snow wolf he used to be.
It is also a monk now, but it is a demon cultivator.
It knows that the most unprovoked person in the world of cultivation is sword cultivator.
A sword cultivator may not have a high level of cultivation, but the sword energy he cultivates cannot be underestimated.
In theory, even if it is just a foundation-building monk who has just started to practice, as long as he has cultivated sword energy since he was a child, and has been cultivating it without consuming it, one day, even if the foundation-building monk's cultivation level does not increase, the sword energy he has accumulated will Once it comes out, it is possible to kill the Supreme Being!
This is sword cultivation!
Except for a few mountain king-level monsters present, the other monsters did not feel how strong the sword energy was. They only felt that their sword skills were a bit slow.
However, they still noticed something from the panicked Black Wind Tiger King, that is, Zhao Wuyou's sword was terrifying.
As for how terrifying it is, they cannot understand or feel it, but through the Black Wind Tiger King, they will never dare to test their curiosity.
The five fingers of Zhao Wujiang's empty hand slowly opened, and the invisible wind-clothed long sword in his hand and the Qinglian sword energy carried on the long sword suddenly disappeared. He was a little exhausted, shook his head and said:
"I can't perform this move, I'm exhausted..."
In fact, one is that he is really exhausted, and the other is that he is reluctant to part with the sword energy contained in his body.
The sword that struck Li Changsheng at the beginning almost drained the sword energy contained in his body. If he swung this sword out now, I am afraid that it would not be the Black Wind Tiger King who died first, but he would be drained to death.
The Black Wind Tiger King clasped his fists and raised his hands seriously. Zhao Wuyang left it with dignity, regardless of whether Zhao Wuyang really couldn't use this shocking sword that made his hair stand on end.
Zhao Wuxu took the initiative to shake his head and admit defeat, which was not only Zhao Wuxu's open-mindedness, but also gave him a step down.
It was filled with emotion, the Wolf King was really lucky to have such a senior Bear King and a big brother like Zhao Wuxu, but the Wolf King had the same temperament as if he had eaten dynamite and refused to admit defeat.
The monsters who were watching were shaken by waves of tremors, and now they were all a little numb.
Zhao Wuyang took the initiative to admit defeat, but they would not be stupid enough to think that Zhao Wuyang really lost.
In this duel, Zhao Wuhuang had already won from the moment he used his second move to injure the Black Wind Tiger King.
It's just that the eldest human brother of the Wolf King is humble and generous, and he is both resourceful and brave.
Shura Shan is a Tiger Guard, and he feels indescribably happy in his heart.
Fortunately, Zhao Wuyan, no, King Zhao, they were not the ones that King Zhao wanted to compete with in the first place.
Otherwise, if any one of them is taken out, he will be beaten violently and will not be an opponent at all.
"Heifeng, Old Bear, it seems you can't take away my life-prolonging wine." The Bear King laughed, feeling happy in his heart.
"Then drink here!" Hei Feng held his hand towards Zhao Wuxu again and said in a joking yet serious tone:
"Brother, I wonder if we can discuss our drinking capacity again?"
There were shouts and laughter all around.
The world of martial arts is not about fighting and killing, but also about human relations.
No fight, no acquaintance, hope that the grudges will disappear with a smile.
Zhao Wujiang frowned.
He was drained by alcohol and sex, and now he can't seem to stop drinking.
