The system takes me to pretend

In the next few hours, Wu Dao was in a period of sensation.

All the well-known martial arts families in Huaxia were patronized by Jiang Ba and humiliated.

Above Maoshan, Jiang Ba slapped a long-robed man flying away with his palm.

"Lin Zhengying, the most powerful man in Maoshan, is nothing more than that."

Above Shushan.

Shen Mengang squinted his eyes, looking at the enemy in front of him with great awe.

He was shocked in the void, and his cultivation base swarmed out, like sharp knives, waving down in mid-air, the momentum was so strong that people couldn't open their eyes.

As soon as Jiang Ba held his hand, the knife passed by like a stream of light, and it produced a mighty force like a torrent of steel, cutting the sharp blade directly.

"call out!"

The light of the knife cut off the sharp blade, and the speed was not weakened at all. At the original speed, it went to kill Shen Mengang.

"Crack!" Shen Mengang used his hand as a knife, and slashed fiercely from top to bottom.

The saber qi burst immediately.

Then, he took out a red whisk from the storage bag and held it in his hand.

In a trance, an invisible force rushed out from the whisk and mixed with Shen Mengang, astonished as heaven and man.

"Shhhhhh!"

Shen Mengang moved his whisk, and immediately three illusory giant blades appeared in front of him.

Quietly, pouring into the void.

When he reappeared, he had already appeared in front of Jiang Ba.

"That's right, so far, you are the only one who has caught my eye." Jiang Ba chuckled, and swiped the knife in his hand.

The blade of this knife is made of true essence black iron, revealing a faint cold light, and the handle is a golden dragon carving, which looks extremely majestic under the sunlight.

With a flick of his wrist, the saber is like a white snake spitting out a message, hissing and piercing the wind, and it is also like a dragon swimming around, walking around, sometimes light like a swallow, and the saber is raised, and sometimes it is like lightning, and the fallen leaves are falling.

Where the blade swung past, a shadow of the blade appeared.

From the courtyard of a silver light, Wanli has swallowed the blood of the Huns!

With one strike, all three illusory giant blades were wiped out.

"Shh!"

The void was a little turbulent, and Shen Mengang's figure slowly appeared in front of Jiang Ba, and Fuchen emitted a strange light in front of his eyes, which seemed to be able to confuse people's spiritual wisdom.

Jiang Ba points his toes, and when his long sleeves are fluttering, the knife moves in all directions. Huo Ruyi shoots nine sunsets. .

"Chong!"

The two collide and sparks fly.

A few cold lights swayed in the air, like lightning passing by, dazzling people's eyes.

Jiang Ba's knife style is agile and elegant, the tip of the knife is sometimes erratic, and sometimes it is concise.

Shen Mengang's whisk was breezy and windy, swaying across the sky with light steps, as if walking against the wind, his aura suddenly surged like a rainbow, breaking through the clouds and penetrating the sun, opening and closing, like angry waves rolling in frost and snow, swift and fierce.

In the middle of the sky, the fierce battle continued, and the fight was hearty, exhilarating.

"As expected of the master!" A disciple was extremely excited when he witnessed this scene.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the two figures separated and fought against each other.

"It's cold with a little whisk." Shen Mengang yelled, tapped his toes, rose into the air, turned around, his long hair flew like a waterfall, and the whisk drew several wind blades in the air, rushing towards Jiang Ba.

Jiang Ba stood where he was, and didn't dodge, but a gleam like a sharp knife gushed out of the opponent's dark eyes.

This brilliance seems to be able to pierce the sky, float across the sea of ​​clouds, turbulent and changing.

At this time, Jiang Ba was full of aura, an aura like countless fiery knives.

His eyes were extremely deep, as if in his eyes, there was nothing but a knife.

With a sudden swing of the long knife, in an instant, countless knife auras were cut out silently, flooding the entire battlefield in an instant.

The light of his saber seemed to turn into a silver moon, illuminating all directions brightly.

Every one of his swords is like the casting of the sky. It seems simple, but it is complicated, because each of his swords seems to be counted.

The sword is as majestic as a mountain, and the sword is as oceanic as water, flying over the palace city.

It's like walking in the courtyard, watching the flowers bloom and fall, and the clothes are fluttering, and there is an indescribable sense of elegance.

Elegant knife!

The knife is smooth and without stagnation, swinging and swinging gracefully, suddenly reciprocating and retracting, moving more and stopping less, very colorful.

After the elegant, is a kind of lonely cold.

The cold wind and the moon are boundless, the blade is like a flash, killing one person in ten steps, and never stopping for thousands of miles.

Shen Mengang's wind blade was wiped out by the light of the sword in an instant.

"Pfft!"

With the sound of flesh breaking, Shen Mengang's figure flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

Blood splattered from the wound, drawing a line of blood in the air.

The whisk also fell to the ground.

Shen Mengang, lost!

"I didn't expect your sword skills to reach this level." Shen Mengang's face was pale and extremely dignified.

"You are not from the mortal world at all, are you?"

"That's right, I'm from the quasi-celestial world." Jiang Ba put away his knife, and said with a light smile, "Your strength is not bad, but you were born in the wrong era, half-step human being, and you can barely catch the eye."

"Three days later, go to Penglai Xiandao, and I can give you a chance to enter the quasi-immortal world and join my Leizong."

"Is this true?" Shen Meng's eyes were bright.

"I, Jiang Ba, never lie." Jiang Ba put away his knife and stood proudly.

"Is there anyone in Huaxia who is as strong as you? I, Lei Zong, want to pick a group of talented people in the mortal world!"

"Yes." Shen Mengang nodded.

Jiang Ba's eyes lit up.

"Let's hear, who are there?"

"Meng Kuhai, the number one god general in China, Meng Qingliang, the president of the Warrior Guild, and China-Su, the suzerain of the Bright Moon Sect."

"But China-Su will definitely not go with you, because he is too powerful and has arrogance."

"China-Su?" Jiang Ba frowned.

"You Huaxia still have monks who use English?"

"China-Su is the name of him in the world of martial arts. His Chinese name is Su Hao. He is the No. 1 in the world. He is invincible in the world when he is more than [-] years old, and he can crush human immortals."

"What?! Is there someone in the mortal world who crushes human immortals? And only in their 20s?" Jiang Ba was startled, his eyes turned cold: "I warn you, don't think I'm easy to deceive, be careful that I will kill you."

"Even in the quasi-immortal world, I have never seen anyone in their 20s who can crush a human immortal. People of this level are at least at the level of an authentic immortal."

"True Immortal Venerable can be said to be an overlord in my quasi-celestial world, with a long life and aloofness, high and high. Only the suzerain of my Leizong can reach the cultivation base of a genuine Immortal Venerable."

"China-Su is indeed not a real immortal." Shen Mengang said for a long time.

Jiang Ba knew that the other party was bragging, and wanted to get angry.

But the next moment, he was shocked by Shen Mengang's words.

"However, China-Su single-handedly killed five Human Dao Immortal Venerables, one of whom was a top-grade Human Dao Immortal Venerable."

Jiang Ba's face was full of horror, as if seeing a ghost.

"Not impossible!!!"