The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

Chapter 300

Chapter 300

Speaking carefully, the Qingcheng faction lost face earlier, but now they should be hiding behind.

But Wu Songzi jumped out at this moment, he was full of scheming, how could he hide it from too many people?

It's not a big deal for a group of martial arts practitioners to whisper to each other, Wu Songzi's actions immediately angered all the heroes in the Mingjiao seats.

Wei Yixiao shouted even more angrily, and sneered at Wu Songzi and shouted, "Old Niubi, you are not good enough to compete with my leader, you have to pass my old bat first!"

If it wasn't for Murong Bai's confession, and now he showed his eyes to signal that the heroes of Mingjiao were not allowed to make any moves, Wei Yixiao would have rushed out while speaking.

Wei Yixiao's words made Wu Songzi's complexion much uglier, almost swollen like a pig's liver.

If it weren't for the old Taoist's purple skin, I'm afraid at this time, under the gaze of hundreds of heroes of the world, he would have fled in shame.

Seeing Wu Songzi's murderous look at the moment, Murong Bai felt really amused in his heart, so he couldn't help but smiled at him and asked, "My master has heard that Qingcheng martial arts has a long history and has a school of its own, so I don't know that Qingsong As the head of the sect, how much success can you achieve from your ancestors?"

Wu Songzi said angrily, "It's enough to kill you!"

Before the words fell, the sword was out.

The sword is full of intent, and the murderous aura is awe-inspiring!

The Qingcheng faction has been overwhelmed by Emei all these years, but Wu Songzi's heart has long been suppressed.

In order to regain the title of the No. [-] faction in Bashu, Wu Songzi has been practicing martial arts secretly in recent years.

The Qingcheng sect has a "He Li Nine Heavens Magic Art", which is extremely powerful, but it is extremely difficult to get through it, and no one has been able to practice it for more than a hundred years.

But Wu Songzi insisted on relying on a lot of vigor to practice this magic skill to perfection in secret.

Coupled with the Qingcheng School's unique and secret "32 Qingsong Swordsmanship", Wu Songzi's overall ability has already surpassed that of Emei Miejue Shitai.

If he hadn't been afraid of the Yitian Divine Sword in Miejue Shitai's hands, he might have gone to Emei to compete for the reputation of the number one sect in Central Sichuan when he had completed his magical skills a year ago.

As the saying goes, as soon as an expert makes a move, he will know if there is any.

As one of the few top masters in the world, Murong Bai's vision is not bad at all.

As soon as Wu Songzi made a move, Murong Bai had already seen the thunder-like explosive force hidden under the old body of this person.

——This is the embodiment of the consummation of the "He Li Nine Heavens Divine Art"!

When Wu Songzi swung the long sword again and used the move "crane dances with green pine", Murong Bai couldn't help feeling awe-inspiring, and put away his original intention of playing a little bit.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Murong Bai raised his voice in admiration, and saw the shadows of swords enveloping him, like cranes dancing in the sky, graceful and extraordinary.

In his eagerness, it was difficult for Murong Bai to see clearly which move was true and which move was false.

He simply didn't care about it, relying on his own Nine Suns Divine Art as a foundation, the magnificence of internal strength is the only one in the world.

Instead of retreating, he turned the jade fan in his hand and greeted Wu Songzi's sword.

In the arena, only the sword energy was overflowing, and the clothes were flying.

After hearing several "clang clangs", the two figures separated and stood still again.

Wu Songzi's dao crown had been knocked to the ground, and the hand holding the sword was also trembling slightly.

On the other hand, Murong Bai still looked as calm and breezy as before, but the sleeve of his right hand holding the fan disappeared at some point, which was shocking.

"Ah!"

Careless.

With a chuckle, Murong Bai raised his right arm, carefully looked at the broken sleeve, his eyes wandered, but he didn't know what he was thinking about.

After a while, he suddenly laughed and shook his head, fixed his eyes on Wu Songzi who was facing him with a flushed face and heavy breathing, and said in a deep voice, "The master Wu Song has superb martial arts skills, I admire you very much."

"Humph!"

Wu Songzi just sneered when he heard this, and didn't talk to him.

Wu Songzi already knew what Murong Bai was capable of, so when he made the move, he avoided probing and directly used top-notch sword moves, coupled with the powerful and extraordinary Jiuxiao Qi, it can be said to be full of power.

Wu Songzi is self-confident, not counting Wudang Daoist Zhang, his sword can have a great chance of winning even against the top leaders of the six major sects.

After all, his swordsmanship is already excellent.

Coupled with the ferocious inner strength developed after the completion of the "He Li Nine Heavens Divine Art", it can definitely be regarded as strengthening from strength to strength.

But he didn't expect to fight against the master of Mingjiao in front of him, all he could do was cut off a piece of his sleeve...

Taking a deep breath, Wu Songzi put away the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Don't talk too much nonsense, and fight again with your sword.

The long sword in his hand is made of refined steel, even if it is not as good as Emei Yitian, it is still a sword magic weapon that can cut iron like mud.

But what Murong Bai held in his hand was just an ordinary jade fan.

Wu Songzi could feel that if Murong Bai hadn't deliberately used a ray of inner strength to protect the jade fan in his hand, the moment the sword touched the fan, that mere jade fan would have shattered on the spot.

Whether it's because of Murong Bai's arrogance, or because the leader of the Ming Cult is not good at using weapons, Wu Songzi clearly understands that this is his only chance of victory!

Therefore, in Wu Songzi's next attack, out of every ten stabs, at least seven of them will go towards the folding fan in Murong Bai's hand.