Outside the Wind and Rain Tower, Wu Dongtian stepped forward to face a mysterious master who came from the Futian Sect camp.
This person was covered in black clothes, and even his face was covered by a piece of black cloth, leaving only a pair of eyes that looked slightly cloudy.
From the look of his eyes, he was no longer young.
But his hands and feet obviously did not age with his age.
Wudong Tianshi and Wu Kuangwu Sage are two saints. In terms of the kung fu between fists and palms, these two people can be said to be the best in the world. As their only descendant, Wu Dongtian's fist and palm skills are naturally better than those of the two. It can even be said bluntly that Wu Dongtian has the best fist skills among warriors below the level of the Holy Realm in this world.
Moreover, Wu Dongtian's internal strength cultivation level is currently catching up to the level of the Half-step Holy Realm, and he can truly be said to be an invincible opponent under the Holy Realm.
But even Wu Dongtian like this, when facing this mysterious master, could not gain the slightest advantage in the fist and palm that he was most good at.
There is even a faint tendency to be overwhelmed by this person.
This naturally surprised and delighted Wu Dongtian.
Surprising, because this person's attainments in fist and palm are actually more profound than himself, the successor of the Second Saint.
Joy is the joy of seeing and hunting that comes from the nature of Wu Chi.
Under the impact of these dual emotions, the fighting spirit in Wu Dongtian's body was completely ignited, and each move became more powerful.
"Haha... so happy! I haven't had such a good beating in a long time. Come again!"
A punch was knocked back by the opponent. Wu Dongtian laughed wildly, like the most war-loving madman, and punched forward again. The wind of the fist contained unparalleled powerful fluctuations, making the air in the void tremble.
"Hmph! He is indeed the descendant of Wu Kuangren, and he is a fighting madman just like him!"
Facing Wu Dongtian's fierce offensive, the mysterious man in black didn't show the slightest panic in his eyes, but instead looked a bit colder as he retreated.
"Thank you for the compliment!" Wu Dongtian smiled.
"I'm not complimenting you." The mysterious man in black snorted coldly, "Besides, in this world, the behavior of a madman is the most undesirable. Human life is always the most precious, and you will risk your life for martial arts at all costs. The progress, in my opinion, is the most unwise!"
"Are you scared?" Wu Dongtian clapped his palm and asked.
"Afraid? If it were your master Wu Kuangren in person, I might really be afraid, but you are not worthy of it!"
The mysterious man in black smiled coldly, raised the palm of his right hand suddenly, Haoyuan concentrated in the palm, and struck forward with a bold palm!
Wu Dongtian laughed, "Martial arts gained with life are the most real progress. This is Master Wu Kuang's lifelong philosophy! Now, come and experience it!"
After finishing his words, Wu Dongtian took out both palms, each drawing a half circle in front of him, condensing the inner strength of the King of War in his body.
"Righteous Martial Arts Code, Haoran Palm!"
With the movement of his palm, all the inner energy of the extremely tyrannical King of War spurted out, and then, a majestic aura suddenly filled the void, sealing off this space.
Bang...
Two killing moves, two palms, two masters of fists under the holy realm, at this moment, they clashed with each other brazenly!
The violent surge mixed with the remaining fist wind spread out in all directions, and the ground paved with bluestone slabs all around shattered into pieces under the aftermath!
The strong wind rolled and shattered the stone slabs, shooting out in all directions, forcing everyone fighting around them to move aside.
"Miss Liu, be careful!"
Gongsun subconsciously pulled Liu Qingyang, who did not understand martial arts at all, to retreat to the rear.
At this time, the latter was staring at the center of the destructive storm, his pretty face full of shock!
Apart from the shock, there was also a hint of suspicion that passed away in a flash!
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that the mysterious black-clothed master who fought equally with Wu Dongtian seemed a little familiar...
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"Anyone who hurts my blade will be killed without mercy!"
A familiar voice, accompanied by a familiar tone, suddenly appeared on this battlefield.
Lin Dao opened his glasses wide and stared at the sword light behind him that enveloped him like a shadow of death. His memory seemed to return to the time when he was at the execution ground in Youzhou.
At that time, it was just such a flying sword that took away the life of Ji Shui Leopard Ling Yuntian, one of Qinglong Qisu.
I didn't expect to see this flying sword again today.
Lin Dao's spirit was greatly boosted, and the nerves in his body tensed up at this moment. The sword in his hand drew a bright trajectory towards the bright flying sword.
"Ding..." The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing resounded.
The flying sword hangs upside down!
Man and knife, take three steps back!
The flying sword bounced back like a spring and fell into a strange hand.
Lin Dao stabilized his forced retreat and looked up at the hand.
It was a white, nice-looking hand.
The man's hands are neither thick nor thin, with clear joints, clean and well-proportioned. They look more like the hands of a scholar holding a sage's book than the hands of a martial artist.
Lin Dao's eyes moved forward along the hand, and he saw a sleeve that was also white.
Behind the sleeves is a handsome, but not pretty, face.
Not proportionate. This was Lin Dao's first thought when he saw this face.
The face in front of him could only be described as ordinary. In comparison, the looks of Xue Tianhan or Huo Yuanji might be more worthy of that hand.
The sword hovered in his hand, and a sneer appeared on his face.
This sudden man looked at Lin Dao and said, "Anyone who hurts my sword will be killed without mercy!"
The moment he finished speaking, the flying sword disappeared from his hand again.
Lin Dao did not dare to be careless. When the flying sword disappeared, he stood ready as if facing a formidable enemy and looked around for the place where the flying sword was most likely to appear.
"Tsk..." A strong wind suddenly hit his face, and a bloodstain suddenly appeared on Lin Dao's face.
After touching the wound on his face, Lin Dao's expression did not change at all. He just secretly tightened the sword in his hand and his eyes darkened slightly.
Seeing this, the other party grinned and said, "The next sword will not be so lucky."
After saying this, the silver light on his fingertips flashed slightly.
Unexpectedly, Lin Dao seemed to turn a deaf ear to this action. He glanced slightly at the ordinary face that did not match his perfect hands, and slowly closed his eyes.
The other party smiled contemptuously, and with strong murderous intent, accompanied by the silver light on his fingertips, he pointed directly at Lin Dao.
The crisis comes in an instant!
The flying sword without a trace is like a killer hiding in the dark. No one knows when and where it will take away lives.
But even so, Lin Dao still didn't open his eyes.
"Do you want to use your ears instead of your eyes?" The other party looked at him and smiled faintly. If the person in front of him tried to deal with him in this way, then he would be too naive.
"Fractal transformation!" He secretly chanted.
Opposite him, Lin Dao, who had his eyes closed, suddenly had a smile on his lips.
Immediately, he suddenly raised the sword in his hand, and a domineering and fierce artistic conception suddenly spread from the sword, sealing the void within three feet of his body.
That artistic conception is the sword intention that he comprehended from the sword technique.
The next moment, in the void sealed by the sword intention, the hidden flying sword was finally forced to reveal itself under the influence of this overbearing sword intention!
But, not one, but...seven!
This is the beauty of fractals!
Faced with this unexpected result, Lin Dao's eyes were still not surprised at all. He swung his long sword, and with the powerful sword intention, he slashed at one of the flying swords.
The sword flashed, and the flying sword... broke off!
The remaining six flying swords, at the moment when the flying sword broke, shattered inch by inch, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
When the other party saw this, his eyes darkened and he frowned.
At this moment, a carefree voice sounded from behind him, "Hahaha... Lou Jingou, it seems that you haven't mastered the skill of flying sword yet. You can even break such a young boy easily. "
The young man named Lou Jingou looked back angrily.
Immediately, he saw five people standing on the wall beside him.
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