"It seems that we can see Wu Mingzi's ultimate trick." Wang Ziming said.
Since Wu Mingzi became famous, everyone has only seen Wu Mingzi's Mingyue Seventeen Style, and has never seen Wu Mingzi use other sword techniques. Kongtong has been passed down for a long time, so naturally there can be only one set of sword techniques passed down, and Mingyue Seventeen Shiki is the swordsmanship before the virtual realm. It may not be enough after the virtual realm. Wu Mingzi definitely has more powerful swordsmanship.
Wearing yellow cassocks that have weathered the weather for a long time, with a bare head and bare feet, and holding an eyebrow-length stick in his hand, the monk stepped into the air and stood at the same height as Wu Mingzi.
Wu Mingzi pressed his sword, said his invitation, went to the tree and unsheathed his sword. The sword's aura was even stronger. The long sword was pointed directly at the monk. The air was stirred by the sword's intention, and countless sword auras were formed, pouring out like a long river, covering the monk.
The monk slapped his long stick, and the long stick was like a pestle on the ground. The void trembled, the air exploded, the pressure expanded, and the sword energy burst out, and the sound of explosions was heard all of a sudden.
The two of them were three hundred meters apart. Wu Mingzi did not move, and neither did the monk. Only the sword intent stirred and the Gang Qi expanded.
The power of the attack was so powerful that the two men's cultivation was evident. The agitation in the air became more and more intense. The monk's body-protecting Gang Qi was constantly being destroyed by the sword Qi. The harsh whistling sound of the air was endless, like a high-pressure water gun hitting the wall.
Seven seconds after the impact of the sword's aura, the monk took action. With a single move of the eyebrow-raising stick, the energy of heaven and earth gathered along the long stick. In an instant, a hundred-foot-long stick was formed. The long stick split Huashan Mountain with force. Suddenly the heaven and earth shook, the mountain roared and the tsunami surged, and the unparalleled air pressure Under his head, all the trees on the ground hundreds of meters below were crushed by unparalleled pressure.
Faced with the overwhelming force of the long stick, Wu Mingzi's expression remained unchanged, and with one move of his sword, the boundless sword energy rushed forward with great force.
The terrifying force of the stick was pressed down. Every time it fell, the force of the stick became stronger. The endless sword energy was constantly being knocked away. Wu Mingzi was under the stick and could no longer escape.
"What a powerful stick." Yan Zhongda praised.
Before the six words were spoken, the situation had changed. Wu Mingzi took out the tree sword from his hand and shot it out, piercing the powerful shadow of the stick. Then the sword intention exploded, and the sword energy penetrated the air vertically and horizontally, starting to expand from the place where the tree sword penetrated, In an instant, the stick shadow had been decomposed by the sword energy.
The force of the stick fell to the ground, and all the trees for miles around Wu Mingzi's feet turned into powder, and a deep trench opened in the ground between the two of them.
After receiving the monk's move, Wu Mingzi already knew what was going on. He went to the tree sword to fight back, restraining his sword intent. Then several torrents of sword energy rushed towards the monk from all directions. With a movement of his feet, he raised his sword and killed him.
The monk shouted loudly, and the eyebrow-level stick bloomed like a pear blossom, scattering all the sword energy. The air roared endlessly, all the trees fell, and the ground was shattered as far as the scattered energy could reach.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them were close, fighting each other at hand-to-hand combat. Wumingzi's sword style was as graceful as a giant dragon, and as graceful as a swimming dragon. There was no trace of each move. All he could see was that the sword energy was flowing back and forth, and the vast white area was filled with sword light.
The monk's eyebrow-level stick was stirred by wind and thunder, and he was ready for both offense and defense. His momentum was like a rainbow, and his power was astonishing.
Both of them are masters of martial arts to the extreme. Every move is perfect, and there is no flaw to be found. For a time, they are evenly matched, and it is difficult to distinguish between them.
Masters of the Void Realm who have reached the ultimate level of martial arts cultivation can only rely on their own cultivation to determine the winner. The two have already fought twelve moves. Judging from the current situation, the difference between the two's cultivation is not big.
Among the people, Wu Mingzi's cultivation level is definitely at the top. Although Wang Ziming is not bad, he has too little fighting experience. It is estimated that his fighting power is about the same as Lu Feng. Yan Zhongda should be slightly inferior to Wu Mingzi, Sun Yulou and Chu Xiangci. Therefore, Lu Fenghe
Wang Ziming found out again that the realm of the four Daniels was one level lower than that of the five others. Xuanyuan Xuan, who had just entered the virtual realm, was far one level lower than the four Daniels, and ended up at the bottom.
"Who is this monk? He has such a level of cultivation." Lu Feng said.
"There are monks everywhere in the countries of South Asia. Who knows where they came from." Chu Xiang rolled his eyes.
"Most of these guys are perverts. I'm afraid they still have some tricks that they haven't used yet." Sun Yulou said.
While talking, Wu Mingzi and the monk had fought for fifty moves, and they still couldn't tell the difference between victory and defeat.
"These two guys don't know each other." Wang Ziming said.
"A bit like it." Yan Zhongda nodded.
It's rare for masters of the virtual realm to fight against each other, and it's rare for them to be evenly matched beyond fifty moves. It's obvious that neither of them has used their full strength yet, and they don't know what to plan.
While the two were talking, the situation changed. The monk's stick technique changed, the wind and thunder stopped, and an eyebrow-level stick was as light as nothing, pointing east and west, moving back and forth without any sound of wind.
After the monk changed his moves, Wu Mingzi also changed his moves.
"It's so disrespectful." Wang Ziming shook his head.
During the fierce battle, the two of them were not focused on anything else. Naturally, they couldn't hear what Wang Ziming said, otherwise they wouldn't know what would happen.
It is indeed a bit contemptuous. Wu Mingzi has only used the Seventeenth Movement of the Bright Moon now. He is still thousands of miles away from the ultimate move that can suppress the bottom of the box.
"Are you going to practice with the opponent?" Sun Yulou asked.
"Same." Lu Feng said.
Wu Mingzi practiced on the opposite side. The monk probably had the same idea and wanted to find out Wu Mingzi's roots. The two of them still had a lot of tricks that they had not used.
Wu Mingzi's seventeenth sword came out, and the sword net trapped the lock. The monk's eyebrow-level stick stirred up wind and thunder, and instantly broke through the seventeenth move of Mingyue.
After using up the two hundred and eighty-nine changes, Wu Mingzi still couldn't do anything to the monk. He changed his sword moves again, and each move targeted the monk's chest and heart.
After six moves, the monk's stick technique suddenly changed, allowing Wu Mingzi's sword point to point at his chest, and he started to attack. Suddenly the wind and thunder roared, the heaven and earth shook, and the vitality of the surrounding world was in chaos.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this? The monk seems to feel something bad." Chu Xiang said.
No one knew what kind of sword technique it was. The only thing that could make a few people feel the difference was that the monk no longer tried to exploit Wu Mingzi's sword technique, but tried his best to destroy Wu Mingzi's sword technique and prevent Wu Mingzi from using it smoothly.
Although the monk tried his best to disrupt Wu Mingzi's sword skills, he still occasionally had the sword pointed at his chest. At the 238th stroke, Wu Mingzi's sword pointed at the monk's chest for the forty-ninth time, and suddenly forty-nine sword lights appeared in the air. , like a silk screen gathered in one place, the focus point is the monk's heart. No matter how the monk moves and dodges, the concentrated sword light is fixed three feet away from his chest, as if the focus is on his body.
The monk roared suddenly, golden light bursting from his body, and the black eyebrow-level stick also burst out with yellow light. The long stick hit the place where the sword light converged, and suddenly the heaven and earth shook violently. The head of the stick collided with the point where the sword light converged, emitting an extremely sharp sound. There were explosions, ripples appeared in the air, the unparalleled pressure shattered the clouds overhead, and the violent airflow leveled all the mountains and forests within a dozen miles.
When the monk resisted the focus of the concentrated sword light, Wu Mingzi went to the tree sword and pointed at the focus. The surging sword energy merged into the focus, and the dazzling light burst out. The crisp sound of glass shattering was heard, and the concentrated sword light shattered the monks. The eyebrow stick then exploded on the monk's chest.
The golden light and sword light on the monk's body impacted fiercely, and the monk flew out upside down, covered in clothes
All the hair disappeared, the golden light on his body disappeared, and there was only a scorch mark on his chest and heart.
Wu Mingzi did not continue to pursue him, sheathed his sword, and let the monk fall into the distance.
The monk was not dead. Chu Xiang and others felt that the monk still had a faint breath.
A master of the virtual realm on the opposite side quickly stepped out of the air, caught the monk who still had a breath, protected the monk's heart and brought him back for treatment.
"Wu Mingzi." Chu Xiang said loudly.
Everyone at the foot of the mountain responded loudly, shouting in unison to be mighty.
"This shouldn't be his ultimate trick," Lu Feng said with some dissatisfaction.
"Definitely not." Sun Yulou affirmed.
"I don't know if Kongtong will still accept disciples." Wang Ziming said.
"I have decided on the position of Kongtong Wumingzi's first disciple, please don't compete with me." Sun Yulou said urgently.
After the battle between Wu Mingzi and the monk, the forest between Juesheng Mountain and the opposite mountain was completely destroyed and fragmented everywhere. Everything within one kilometer in the center was turned into powder, the ground disappeared for five or six meters, and the thick lead cloud was destroyed. Scattered, the sun shines on the mountains. If Chu Xiang and the others hadn't blocked the surging impact, everyone in the Jiangwu Hall would have been injured, and the decisive battle mountain would have turned into a bare stone mountain.
"Kongtong swordsmanship is unpredictable." Yan Zhongda sighed.
It is indeed an unpredictable swordsmanship. The sword energy actually attracts the energy of heaven and earth, and finally gathers it in one place. The formation of the focus is even more puzzling, as if the focus should be on the monk, and it is impossible. He could not dodge, but could only resist. Chu Xiang believed that even if he faced such swordsmanship, he would only die.
"How?" Wu Mingzi put his hands behind his back and floated back to the top of the mountain. He raised his head slightly and looked arrogant.
"Master, please bow to me, my disciple." Chu Xiang said in a pretentious manner.
Wu Mingzi quickly moved away, joking as he could not stand the demon king's worship.
"I admire your fellow Taoist Zhongli for his swordsmanship and his mastery of the gods," Lu Feng said.
Finding that several people were looking at him intently, Wu Mingzi laughed and said, "I have a master."
Chu Xiang and Sun Yulou were both self-taught, and Wang Ziming was passed down from generation to generation. Having a master is the same as not having a master. Yan Zhongda and Lu Feng had masters, but they were far behind. After the virtual realm, they also explored on their own. Naturally, it is difficult to compare with the inheritance of a large sect like Kongtong.
"Master, are you still accepting disciples?" Sun Yulou said seriously.
"Don't take it, don't take it." Wumingzi laughed.
"Zhongli Taoist friend Zhuyu is in front, let the Sa family show their embarrassment for now." Yan Zhongda stood up, his swollen body moved, and he was already in mid-air, showing no signs of sluggishness.
Yan Zhongda reached out and grabbed it, gathering the wind and clouds all over the sky. Where the wind and clouds gathered, a hundred-foot long whip appeared. With a wave of his hand, the cloud whip exploded, and the void buzzed and echoed.
"It's good to grasp Yun Cheng's whip with one hand." Lu Feng praised.
Everyone can make a whip from the clouds, but it is not easy for someone like Yan Zhongda who can easily grab a whip that reaches a hundred feet. Even though the long whip is formed by the gathering of wind and clouds, it is no different from a real long whip when it is swung, and it will be shattered into pieces when hit.
Yan Zhongda flicked his wrist, and the hundred-foot long whip circled like a long snake, causing a tornado to rise in the air, and the roar of the wind continued.
"Who else would have the name of the Whip God?" Chu Xiangzan said.
