Martial arts: Stealthy martial arts at the beginning

"what!!"

"I'm not reconciled, I can't die! I haven't lifted the curse yet!!"

"I'm not reconciled!!"

"Don't be reconciled, you are not dead yet!"

Duanlang looked at Wu Wudi who was lying on the ground and screaming indiscriminately, a little speechless.

I just want to teach the arrogant guy in front of me a lesson, and I don't intend to kill him.

Hmm. Although he wants to kill himself, he has the heart to tolerate Hai Chuan. If he can't use it for me, then kill him when the time comes!

"Ah! Am I not dead?" Wu Wudi came back to his senses, and touched his pitch-black body and face up and down.

I found that although I was in pain all over and was seriously injured, it was not fatal.

Looking at the man in front of him, he instantly understood that the other party let him go.

If he wanted to kill him himself, why would he show mercy?
"Why didn't you kill me? Do you still want to humiliate me?" Wu Wudi looked at Duanlang suspiciously and asked.

He really couldn't think of any reason for the other party not to kill him other than humiliating him.

Duan Lang gave him a disdainful look and said, "I don't have the time to humiliate you."

"I know why you want to kill the person holding the [Great Evil King], it's just because of the curse on you."

Wu Wudi's tiger eyes shrank suddenly, and he looked at Duanlang in shock: "How do you know that I have a curse on me?"

This has happened for hundreds of years, and it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to know about it, so how did this young man know about it?
"You don't need to worry about how I know, but what I want to tell you is that I have a way to lift the curse of your Wu clan."

Duan Lang waved his hand and said calmly.

He was about to start playing the trap, and the trap was the old man in front of him with well-developed limbs and a not simple mind.

"Impossible!!" Wu Wudi waved his hand directly, denying Duanlang's words.

"The curse of my Wu clan can only be broken by killing the person holding the [Great Evil King] with my own hands. I have never heard of anyone who can take the initiative to lift it."

Duanlang smiled lightly: "Don't talk so full, what if I can relieve you?"

"Hmph!" Wu Wudi snorted and said, "If you can really lift the curse of my Wu clan, I, Wu Wudi, will be at your disposal!"

"Okay! What you say is what you say!" Duanlang chuckled, then stretched out his hand.

An invisible thing slowly appeared in his hand.

Wu Wudi immediately felt the shackles in his blood, and began to ease a little bit, a little bit less.

"This kid can really lift the curse of my Wu Family!!"

Wu Wudi looked shocked, watching Duanlang's operation in disbelief.

Soon he felt that the power of the curse that suppressed his blood had completely disappeared.

"Boom!!" At this moment, his talent reached its peak, and his cultivation realm also directly broke through to "the peak of the Six Tribulations Realm."

"Hahahaha!!! The curse of my Wu clan is finally broken!"

"My Wu Wudi talent has completely returned!"

After the sense of restraint was completely gone, he felt that he was doing well again, began to float, and his mentality gradually began to swell.

"Don't rush to be happy, you still have to let me handle it."

At this time, the sound of breaking the waves came, interrupting his excitement and excitement.

"Huh? Boy, what are you talking about?" Wu Wudi turned his head and looked at Duanlang with disdain and said, "Let me do what you want? Are you afraid that you won't wake up from daydreaming?"

It was obvious that Wu Wudi had started playing tricks, and the curse of his Wu clan had been broken.

In the future, everyone will be a top genius, how could he let others handle him.

Duanlang shook his head and smiled wryly, "Are you planning to break your word? Are you ready to pay the price for dishonesty?"

Since Wu Wudi doesn't know what to do, Duanlang can only kill him.

If it can't be used by him, he definitely doesn't want to leave this hidden danger in the world.

"Hmph! Boy, the old man hasn't asked you how to undo the curse!"

Wu Wudi waved his hand, stared at Duanlang fiercely and said in a deep voice: "If you don't make this matter clear, I will definitely cut you to pieces."

It doesn't count if you don't keep your promises, but you have to repay your kindness and revenge. Wu Wudi's character is really not worthy of the title of a generation of grandmaster.

"Come on! Either you die or you die today!"

Turning the Duanlang Broadsword in his hand, he said calmly.

Maybe Wu Wudi was too obsessed with cursing, so he thought about revenge, but this is not something Duanlang should consider.

All he knew was that there was a price to be paid for breaking his word.

"Hmph! The old man has already reached the pinnacle of this world, how can he be afraid of you, a brat!"

With a wave of Wu Wudi's hand, a box that appeared out of nowhere appeared in front of him.

"Xuanwu True Kung Fu [Extremely Powerful Ten Ways]!"

The profound technique is to use five weapons and five weapons at the same time. Once this move is used, the five strongest weapons suddenly descend like a mad dragon swallowing the sky and swallowing the sun.

Wu Wudi knows very well that the young man in front of him is not low in martial arts, and he will never give his opponent another chance to survive.

He wants to prove to the world that he is the strongest warrior in the land of China!
"The Ninth Calamity of the Demon God——[All Evil Floating Life]!!"

Duan Lang gave a soft drink, and the big knife in his hand, following his demonization, exuded endless evil energy, devil energy and evil energy.

These ominous auras that shouldn't exist in the world slowly condense into illusory condensed bodies one by one,
Continuously differentiated from the big [Langyue Dao], endless, tens of thousands, overwhelming... .

They include not only knight-errants and warriors, but also farmers and hunters, merchants and street vendors, literati, yamen servants, prostitutes and women, urchins, monks and Taoists... regardless of men, women, old or young, rich or poor, all of them are included.

But no matter what their identities and origins, they are now full of resentment, tearing off the veil of hypocrisy, and venting the most primitive, barbaric and ugly side of their hearts.

Unbelievable scenes are performed, but they seem to be taken for granted, full of hatred and helplessness.

Behind each of the common people who pounced on, there is hidden a devil's sword power, with different momentum and posture, some are as fast as meteor lightning, some are as elegant as floating clouds in the sky, or some are as fierce as a stone breaking the sky.

Countless forces interacted with each other and multiplied, and an unimaginably huge force was produced immediately.

"How many people did this evil soldier kill? There are so many resentful spirits!!"

Duanlang was a little surprised at this scene, after all, he killed no fewer people than this.

"Evil heretics... this old man will definitely send you to hell again!"

"[Wutian Sword and Tiger Fight]!!"

Wu Wudi shouted angrily, the energy in his hands quickly gathered, and the battle box in front of him changed again.

In this dark world, the shadows of swords, lights and swords kept interlacing and flashed across the sky.