The sword of crossing the sky

Chapter 129 A Splendid Fangtian Painting
A square sky painting is stunning, and Jiangnan's red clothes are proud of the world.

Jiangnan is good, it is best to wear red clothes. Wang Zhuojun in red is stunningly beautiful, with a proud and extraordinary figure, with a square sky painting halberd in his hand, peerless heroism, hard to find in the world.

Wang Zhuojun in the arena is full of fighting spirit. Ever since Zong Yan, a disciple of the White Horse Temple, forced Li Yunshi to death, she has lost her favor with the disciples of the White Horse Temple.

Now that there is an opportunity to fight, I will not miss it.

Zong Ming stepped onto the arena step by step, chanted the Buddha's name, and felt angry. After learning that his junior brother Zong Yan was killed in Suzhou, Jiangnan Province, he followed his uncle Puhong all the way south.

After many investigations, it was confirmed that Junior Brother Zongyan had indeed died at the hands of Su Mu, and then Ti Jiansi hunted down Su Mu throughout the city, but to no avail, and finally learned that Su Mu was rescued by the Wang family Wang Zhuojun.

Combining what he has seen and heard recently, it is obvious that Wang Zhuojun has a very close relationship with Su Mu. Since he is on Su Mu's side, he is naturally his enemy.

Without further ado, Zong Ming took a step forward, his whole body was made of purple gold, shining brightly, he swung his palm horizontally, thousands of shadows appeared in his palm, and the sound of Buddha burst out.

"Ha, good time!"

Wang Zhuojun gave a clear shout and pressed down his halberd. The wind roared and the force was strong, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top.

Since ancient times, long halberds have been difficult to practice, and Fang Tian's painting halberds is even more difficult. Because of its complicated use and various functions, it requires not only extraordinary strength, but also extraordinary skills.

Only by having both at the same time can the advantages of Fang Tian's painted halberd be used. When it is heavy, it can compete with hammers and boring machines for strength, and when it is light, it can compete with swords and guns for skill.

Zong Ming saw that the halberd was as heavy as Mount Tai, and he didn't dare to underestimate it. Thousands of palm shadows were retracted, and then turned over, a huge purple-gold palm shadow immediately faced the halberd.

The shadow of his palm is extraordinary and full of strength, but Wang Zhuojun just smiled, and the halberd that was pressed down by Mount Tai crossed the semicircle, stabbing at the position of Zongyan's door like lightly.

Zong Ming was startled, but he didn't panic at all. He pointed out with his left hand and met the tip of the halberd.

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He has reached the seventh level of the Vajra Immortality Magical Art. Except for the door cover, Zong Ming is no longer afraid of the sharpness of the weapons under the magic weapon.

But the most eye-catching thing is the moment of the collision just now, the proud shake made all the warriors in the ring swallow their saliva involuntarily.

Wang Zhuojun's eyes were stern, and he turned Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand and swept it directly towards Zong Ming's waist. Since the weapon is difficult to damage, he used force to shock him.

With his back straight, Zong Ming waved his palm to block, and his strength was not weak either.

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The sound of crisp collisions resounded continuously on the wide arena, the strong wind generated by the fierce collisions never stopped, the shadows of palms and halberds continued to meet, and the moves were powerful and heavy, head-to-head.

Such a tough and powerful competition, the martial artists who watched the battle in the audience were very happy, and at the same time it was a feast for the eyes, and felt that this trip was not a loss.

After fighting for hundreds of rounds, Wang Zhuojun swept across with a halberd, knocking Zong Ming back several feet away.

Secretly heaved a sigh of relief, with his own strength, he has reached the limit of using the Fangtian painting halberd for such a long time, he can't continue to fight, he must fight as fast as possible, otherwise he will definitely lose.

Zong Ming tried his best to control his slightly trembling hands, forced himself to swallow the blood that was about to gush out, and was extremely surprised in his heart. Unexpectedly, Wang Zhuojun looked so beautiful, but his strength was not to be underestimated.

Even with his seventh-level Vajra Bu Shuai magic skill, his organs were deflected by the force and he was injured.He cannot continue like this, otherwise even if he is invulnerable to swords and guns, he will still be seriously injured by the force contained in the halberd, which will not be conducive to subsequent competitions.

At this moment, the two sides also decided to make a quick fight and decide the outcome with one strike.

"Ha!" Wang Zhuojun's gang energy circulated, the outer gang was released, and he slashed down with his halberd, using all his strength.

"Divide the mountains and rivers and open up the world!"

When a halberd falls, a trace of the law of heaven and earth is contained in it. The light of the halberd is even more vast and majestic. It is really majestic and majestic to divide the mountains and rivers and open up the world again.

Zong Ming did not dodge or dodge, he recited Buddhist scriptures by mouth, and formed seal formulas with his hands. A trace of the law of heaven and earth was intertwined in it, which was complicated.

When the light of the halberd approached him, Zong Ming stopped imprinting the formula in his hands, and then raised his hands to meet the sky above to draw the halberd.

With this support, the color of purple and gold on Zong Ming's body flourished, shining brightly, and when the sun shone, there seemed to be a halo behind Zong Ming.

There was a loud sound, and the moment the halberds and palms collided, the whole world seemed to be silent, and then the strong wind blew the warriors watching the battle to the side, and some thick flags even broke in two.

The warriors watching the battle finally stabilized their bodies, only to find that Wang Zhuojun was barely standing on the ring, leaning on Fang Tian's painted halberd, but the corners of his mouth kept bleeding, and he looked seriously injured.

The ring under Zong Ming's feet sank several inches, and countless cracks spread all over the ring. Although Zong Ming was also injured, it seemed that the injury was not serious, and he still had the strength to fight.

The fact is that, although Wang Zhuojun's halberd is astonishingly powerful and powerful, it is within the range Zong Ming can bear after being reduced layer by layer.

So although Zong Ming was seriously injured, he still had the strength to fight again.On the other hand, Wang Zhuojun, although his offensive was unparalleled, he did not have a top-notch defensive method, so he was seriously injured by the counter-shock force in the end, making it difficult to fight again.

Therefore, after one blow, the victory is already divided.

After the referee announced Zong Ming's victory, Wang Zhuojun spat lightly, and walked off the ring with Fang Tian's painted halberd in regret.

Although the winner has been decided, all the warriors watching under the ring are deeply regretful. This competition ended so quickly. It would have been nice if they could have lasted for a while. What a pity.

"Su Mu, I'll leave the bald donkey to you." When passing by Su Mu and others, Wang Zhuojun patted Su Mu on the shoulder and said in a regretful tone.

However, the action involved the injury. After secretly taking a breath, Wang Zhuojun was supported by Uncle Wu and Hong Qiang to heal his injury.

"Miss Wang is really a temperamental person, she doesn't care about trifles!" Nie Wuyou couldn't help sighing as she looked at Wang Zhuojun who was being helped down by the two.

"That's true, you are as bold as a man." Ye Zhiqiu also admired.

Hearing this, Su Mu looked at Ye Zhiqiu strangely. Although he understood that what Ye Zhiqiu said was not what he meant, he still felt like he was driving.

When Zong Ming got off the ring, seeing Su Mu, he couldn't help but snorted coldly, and then went straight down to heal his wounds.

The subsequent competition will be more intense, and to kill Su Mu, one must deal with it with full strength, so as to be more sure.

"Su Mu, you have to be careful of Zong Ming, he seems to hate you very much." Mu Ziyao reminded Su Mu softly.

"Yeah" Su Mu nodded. Zong Ming's attitude just now was enough to show that Zong Ming was very bored with him, and his murderous intention towards him was really undisguised and too obvious.

"Next, we will start the third knockout round No. 11 match, between Ye Junyan, a disciple of Tiansha Sect, and Wan Feixue, a disciple of Yeyu Sword Sect!"

　I feel that I have dug a huge hole for myself. Although these people are actually very important, I will support the plot one by one later, but the test scene is too difficult to write. I feel that I am dying, and I will never do this again next time !Ask for monthly tickets and recommended tickets~
　　
　
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