People are in comprehensive martial arts, start to destroy Shaolin

The sound of hunting wind blew Zhang Wuwei's hair.

A trace of blood slowly flowed down from his forehead, and he stretched out two fingers to wipe it away.

Put it in your mouth: "My blood is also fishy."

Dongfang Bubai stared at his immature face and asked, "Why don't you hide?"

Zhang Wuwei smiled heartily: "There is no murderous intent, why should I hide?"

this moment.

Time seemed to stand still.

this moment.

In the deep Songshan forest.

this moment.

Her temple hair hangs down her waist, her nose is straight and straight, her eyes are big and energetic, and she also has a tear mole, dotted on Dongfang Bubai's classic and delicate melon-seeded face.

Very charming.

but.

She is cold.

Very cold very cold.

Even if you don't say a word, you don't do anything.

The people who were far away still felt the deadly cold.

But this is just like the snow lotus on the top of the snow mountain, it is so tempting.

Look at Zhang Wuwei under the embroidery needle.

The immature face, the recent days of eating and drinking, and the fight just now.

The hair is messy, the clothes are disheveled, and there is a lazy and casual atmosphere floating around.

But that heroic spirit, no matter how he tried to hide it, he couldn't hide it.

A snow lotus on the top of a snow mountain, proud and cold.

A lazy young boy with a natural arrogance.

The two auras filled the entire forest, complementing each other and repelling each other.

The dull breath was so overwhelming that everyone didn't dare to take a breath.

He stared quietly at the two of them.

the breeze blows,

With a strong smell of blood, wantonly drifting away.

The nostrils moved slightly, and the smell of corpses poured in.

The breeze is blowing, and the wonderful fragrance of the beautiful woman is leisurely.

Ingest snorting.

Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and savor the wonderful fragrance of this beautiful woman.

The sound of hunting and hunting suddenly rose, and a gust of sword energy swept across the audience with a chilling aura.

Everyone felt tingling pain all over their bodies, and the pain in their eyes was even more unbearable, as if the sharp blade was on their bodies.

Can't stop retreating again and again.

Dongfang Bubai frowned slightly.

This sword force, like the ancestor of Wanyue, has a formidable atmosphere, but it is mysterious, dangerous and unpredictable.

This is exactly what she lacks.

She went down the mountain this time mainly because she heard about the birth of the evil sword technique.

Want to snatch a view.

The Sunflower Book she practiced was not genuine at all, but a fragment of the scrolls snatched from Mount Hua.

Being able to cultivate to such a level mainly depends on her extraordinary talent.

However, after all, the skills are not complete, and there are many gaps.

Over the years, with the increase in the depth of cultivation, it has become very difficult to suppress the true energy of the riot.

This is why she seldom goes down the Blackwood Cliff.

Retreat most of the time.

Therefore, although her martial arts are high, her realm has been slow to improve, and even her momentum is in a state of flux.

Fragile like a paper tiger.

This is also the reason why she rescued Lin Pingzhi.

On the one hand, it was their pure and true feelings that moved her.

On the other hand, it is also seen that their exercises seem to be very close to hers.

No, her exercises are very close to theirs.

So I plan to stay, get the exercises, and study them.

But now, he is competing with Zhang Wuwei for momentum.

But it fell behind.

Taking three steps back, he brought a long sword.

It's not that she can only use embroidery needles, it's just that no one is worth her sword.

Zhang Wuwei also raised his long sword with a smile, and the two sword points met.

Zheng——

The roar of metal and iron clashing sounded like a battle of thousands of troops.

The high-pitched sword cry spread throughout the forest, stinging the eardrums.

Countless people lowered their heads and covered their ears, but traces of blood still seeped out.

Huhu——

Another gust of wind blew by.

Drive a piece of leaves to fall.

chi chi chi-

There was the sound of long swords piercing the air.

The two fought thirty or fifty moves in an instant, but the long swords did not exchange a single blow.

Every time it was Dongfang Bubai who used his sword move, Zhang Wuwei quickly pierced into his opening.

Then, Dongfang Bubai changed his move midway, and Zhang Wuwei followed suit.

Just play fast like this.

In the space of three breaths, the two of them did not touch their long swords once, and did not use all their sword moves, yet they passed more than a hundred moves.

Dongfang Bubai danced more and more anxiously, the shape of the long sword in his hand could not be seen at all, only a blur of silver light.

In the later stage, he turned into a red shadow, constantly spinning around Zhang Wuwei.

Zhang Wuwei's feet are like pines and greens, let you go south, east, north, and west, and I will not move when I am in danger.

The long sword in his hand is sometimes curved and sometimes straight. Although the sword is not fast, Dongfang Bubai, who can always force him, has to retreat and change direction.

Change your move and attack again.

It was as if one was a torrential river, hitting the embankment continuously.

Countless sword flowers were splashed, but none of them could break through the embankment.

The Sunflower Collection is only fast.

Dugu Nine Swords breaks all laws in the world.

Another hundred moves were fought.

Dongfang Bubai snorted coldly, she had to admit that she was far inferior to Zhang Wuwei in terms of swordsmanship.

The zhenqi circulated, the body paused, and then three or four afterimages appeared.

Start attacking around Zhang Wuwei.

The people who watched were dazzled and couldn't tell which was real and which was fake.

Each one seems to be true, and each one seems to be false.

Densely packed sword tips appeared out of nowhere on Zhang Wuwei's body.

Cold all over.

Zhang Wuwei closed his eyes, relying only on his sense of breath.

The waving of the long sword was not getting faster or faster, but slower and slower.

An invisible qi was slowly moving around him.

Slow and fast.

Straight people scratching their heads.

Dugu Nine Swords plus Tai Chi.

One kind of sword principle, one kind of boxing scripture.

At this moment, under the tremendous pressure of Dongfang Bubai, Zhang Wuwei briefly integrated the two theories.

Has been used, the power is really extraordinary.

Everyone who watched was fascinated, and only marveled that there is such a martial arts in the world.

Really amazing.

Another moment of fighting.

It turned out that Dongfang Bubai was the first to be unable to hold on, and the fierce battle caused a riot of true energy in her body.

Not running smoothly, a derangement.

His body froze, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

Zhang Wuwei, who was indulging in the artistic conception, was drawn by the breath.

A sword swings out.

It barely stopped on Dongfang Bubai's snow-white neck.

A trace of blood slowly slid down the snow-white skin.

Add a touch of strange beauty to this glamorous snow lotus.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Dongfang Bubai stood up and asked.

"This is your best chance."

Zhang Wuwei threw the long sword:
"You never killed me, why should I kill you?"

Throwing out a cheat book, it was the complete Sunflower Book he helped Lin Pingzhi obtain.

"Cultivate well, let's compete again."

Dongfang Bubai took the cheat book and put it in his arms without reading it.

He stared at Zhang Wuwei for three seconds and said, "Zhu Wu Lianhuan Zhuang is here."

Zhang Wuwei looked at Dongfang Bubai in surprise, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you."

"Hmph." Dongfang Bubai snorted coldly: "This news will cancel out your secret manual."

He really didn't want to accept any kindness at all.

According to the channel information of Sun Moon God Sect, Zhang Wuwei's identity and problems have been known for a long time.