Starting from the outer door, single-handedly challenge the cultivation world!

On the battle platform, Wu Shan looked ferocious and laughed wildly.

"Trash, I want you to know what it means to be unable to survive, to be unable to die!"

He smiled evilly, making no effort to hide his arrogance.

The aura of perfect Qi meridians swept across the entire battle platform at this moment.

Among the 36 people, he was the first disciple to show his fighting power at a perfect level.

At this moment, under the battle platform, hundreds of disciples have already flocked together.

Looking forward to a showdown among the top figures among these inner disciples.

"Wu Shan is a bit arrogant, but he is quite talented in cultivation."

Wu Gang from the Beiyun Supervisor in the spectator seat commented with a smile on his face.

Wu Shan's ability to do evil and be domineering in Beiyun Academy has a lot to do with his secret support.

Wu Gang's real name is not Wu, this surname was bestowed upon him.

Before he served as Beiyun Supervisor, he was originally a follower of a well-known elite disciple in the sect.

And that high-ranking, elite figure like a dragon and phoenix among men is Wu Shan's elder brother.

My master's younger brother, that is the veritable second master.

There is no room for Wu Shan not to care.

At this moment, the confrontation on the battlefield has begun.

Wu Shan sneered, his movements were sharp, and he made a bold move.

Although the words are extremely disdainful, the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength.

He wanted to defeat Sikong Changming in an instant.

In front of the public, he humiliated this life-or-death opponent.

"This is a height that you can't even imagine in your life!"

Wu Shan roared, his mana gathered on his hands, and there was a faint flame rising.

"Flame Dragon Fist!"

The punch was like a dragon, cut through the air, and reached Sikong Changming in an instant.

Although Wu Shan's behavior is extremely bad, his cultivation talent and strength are also outstanding.

Finished!

That disciple who dared to confront Master Wu is about to have an accident.

This is the idea of ​​many disciples in the audience.

The Wu family's Yanlong fist seal is quite famous.

Wu Shan has a great advantage in terms of cultivation.

In the eyes of everyone, Sikong Changming's defeat was only a matter of time.

However, the result of the fight surprised everyone, even unbelievable.

Sikong Changming attacked vigorously and approached the aggressive Wu Shan on his own initiative.

He moved lightly, avoiding the latter's attack within a fraction of a centimeter, and then slapped Wu Shan's cheek casually.

Snapped!
A loud slap in the face was very clear in the quiet martial arts arena.

Although there are also disciples fighting on other battle platforms.

However, it was undoubtedly the battle platform where Sikong Changming faced Wu Shan that attracted the most attention.

In full view, he was slapped in the face.

Wu Shan was stunned for a moment.

"How dare he hit me? How dare he hit me!"

After seeing that scene, the disciples in the field were all in an uproar.

And Wu Shan, who reacted, was even more furious in an instant.

His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were tearing apart, obviously resentment to the extreme.

"Damn you!"

He growled and rushed forward like a mad dog.

Yanlong's fist prints continuously bombarded out, and the palms and fingers even overflowed with flames.

This is the performance of mana being urged to the extreme, which proves that Wu Shan's current state has completely gone berserk.

However, Sikong Changming's expression was calm, and his eyes were deep, making it hard to see the depth.

He retreated calmly, moved around on the battle platform, and was always able to avoid Wu Shan's fists in an instant.

The kind of attack that is inevitable, but often falls into the void.

The counterattack of the fist print hitting the air, accompanied by the tingling pain of the meridian, made Wu Shan almost lose his mind.

"I am going to kill you!"

He growled sharply, furious.

The body jumped up, like an agile leopard, running wildly on the battle platform.

However, in the eyes of other disciples, such a scene became another look.

"Isn't this a bullfight?"

"I think it's more like walking a dog."

A disciple whispered, with a strange look on his face.

There are similar thoughts in everyone's mind.

Sikong Changming walked calmly and calmly, and he could make Wu Shan jump up and down with a wave of his hand, and make the latter run around the field.

Among the disciples of Beiyun Academy, there are many bitter masters of Wu Shan, and at this moment, they open their mouths to sarcasm and vent their anger without hesitation.

The noisy sound made Wu Shan on the battle platform even more manic.

"Damn!"

He was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the current Sikong Changming has firmly gained the upper hand.

"Asshole, there is a kind of confrontation with me."

"Running around like fleas, nothing!"

Sikong Changming didn't care about Wu Shan's provocation.

However, he, who had figured out the reality of his opponent, still stopped.

"Take me two Baicao Pills."

"It's not too much to break your legs today."

He said lightly.

Wu Shan, who had almost lost his mind, ran towards Sikong Changming's position without even listening to him.

Yanlong Fist has climbed to the extreme.

The fist entwined with mana showed an unreasonable crimson red color and was extremely powerful.

However, when Sikong Changming made a move.

Even the high-level officials of the Beiyun Institute in the spectator seats exclaimed for a moment at that unusual scene.

"Stop, don't hurt anyone!"

Wu Gang jumped out and rushed towards the battle platform.

And at this moment, in Sikong Changming's hand, there is already a light blue curved blade condensed and formed.

"The wind and the moon are boundless, and there is no shore to turn back!"

Sikong Changming sighed slowly.

Fengmo Jue contains thousands of things, and the evolution of a reckless and reckless way of Fengmo is the lifelong painstaking effort of Fengmo Sanren.

In a sense, it also contained his will.

Possessing the most orthodox Fengmo Jue, Sikong Changming also felt the kind of unrestrained and unstoppable arrogance.

The wind blade condensed in the palm came out with a flick of his hand.

call!
Wu Shan, who was close to Sikong Changming, watched his opponent calmly turn around and avoid his own punch again.

Then, there was a gentle wind sound in my ears.

"Avoid!"

Wu Gang rushed to the battle platform and shouted, but it was too late.

The wind blade is invisible, without any majestic momentum, just like a black thread across Wu Shan's knees.

Bleeding.

"what!"

Wu Shan, who suddenly lost his center of gravity, fell to the ground, and then let out a heart-piercing wail.

"my leg."

Many disciples in the audience were in an uproar at the moment.

Sikong Changming's strength made them feel incredible.

The courage of this man made them even more shocked, even horrified!
Behind Wu Shan is the deeply rooted Wu family.

Sikong Changming actually dared to cut off Wu Shan's leg!
This is simply a desperate move.

Wu Gang, who ran up to the battle platform, also looked horrified.

The young second master was seriously injured in Beiyun courtyard, and his legs were cut off.

In any case, I have a responsibility to supervise the disadvantages.

He then looked angrily at the "culprit" who was calm and composed.

"You bastard, who taught you to bully your classmates!"

Before he finished speaking, Wu Gang was crushed away with the power of the Spirit Pond.

Still puzzled by his hatred, he even slapped that damned outer disciple with all his strength.

A huge red flame palm appeared out of thin air, turned into a tiger shape, and rushed towards Sikong Changming.