Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

"Come on together, I want to fight three!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed forward without waiting for their rebuttal.

Wang Chongyang's skill is really not shallow.

Leaping forward, the person turned into a phantom in the air, and with a whistling, three beams of sword light pierced Wang Xuebin's body.

The indescribable joy on Wang Xuebin's expression didn't seem to put Wang Chongyang in his eyes.

As soon as he turned around, the person disappeared.

Wang Chongyang's sword also pierced into the empty space!

"Brother Huang, be careful!"

Duan Zhixing's roar suddenly came from Huang Yaoshi's ear.

Suddenly, his hairs stood on end, and he rushed forward, turned around in the air, faced Wang Xuebin, and stood with a flute.

Not only Huang Yaoshi was terrified, but Duan Zhixing beside him was also terrified, his reaction couldn't keep up with Wang Xuebin's movements at all.

Wang Xuebin glanced at Duan Zhixing, didn't care, flicked his right hand, a black fan appeared, he held the fan with one hand, and looked at the three of them.

"I am coming!"

As soon as the words fell, the person turned into a phantom again, wandering around the three of them.

The three of them worked together to fight Wang Xuebin with fast speed. In the blink of an eye, more than ten strokes have been passed.

All of a sudden, Wang Chongyang's sword body shook, breaking up a mass of energy. Seeing this, Duan Zhixing shouted in shock:

"One yang finger? You know one yang finger!"

He has practiced this kung fu for 20 years, and he can recognize it even with his eyes closed.

Wang Xuebin heard the words and fell on the bluestone beside him, looked at the surprised three people and said:

"Mingjiao suppresses and teaches magical skills, the universe has shifted greatly, please enlighten me!"

After speaking, he flew into battle again.

Hong Qi and Ouyang Feng, who were lying on the ground, looked at the crowd, sweating uncontrollably on their foreheads.

They could still see the moves of Huang Yaoshi and Duan Zhixing clearly, but they were really helpless for the moves of Wang Chongyang and Wang Xuebin.

Thinking of the speed of Wang Xuebin who had fought against them just now, I couldn't help but feel afraid. If Wang Xuebin's speed was at full speed, life and death would be up to the two of them.

While thinking, two more figures flew over, none other than Huang Yaoshi and Duan Zhixing, looking at their stiff bodies, it was obvious that their acupuncture points had been tapped.

On the field, Wang Xuebin and Wang Chongyang stood facing each other. Wang Xuebin looked at Wang Chongyang who was guarding with a sword and said:

"Really Wang, there are only you and me left, what's the matter? Do you need to rest for a while?"

Wang Chongyang shook his head and asked back:

"Could it be that Guanlan is tired? How about you take a rest first, and when you have enough rest, let's fight again!"

Wang Xuebin smiled when he heard this:

"Since the real person doesn't appreciate it, please forgive me for being rude!"

After finishing speaking, he put away his fan and punched lightly.

Both of them have innate cultivation bases, their expressions are restrained, and the prestige of the fight is not great.

But whether it's the vertical and horizontal sword marks on the ground or the broken bluestone, they all show that the moves of the two are unusual.

Wang Chongyang's swordsmanship is simple and majestic, every move is clear and distinct.

Wang Xuebin's boxing is smooth and steady, welcoming and sending, and stretching with the song.

At their level, the moves are meaningless.

The real competition is the background, the vision, the mind, and the perseverance!

The two fought from noon to sunset, and from dusk to dawn.

The four people on the side had already recovered, but none of them intervened in their battle, but watched mesmerized from the side.

The two kept fighting each other, and white smoke came out of their bodies. This was caused by the extreme luck of real energy and the transpiration of sweat. At this time, it was time to compete for perseverance.

"Guanlan, you and I belong to the same clan, why can't we work together to carry forward the foundation of the ancestor? Why do we need to add many obstacles to the uncle?"

Wang Chongyang was really puzzled, he didn't understand Wang Xuebin's thinking, he had never seen the prosperous world of the later generations, and he couldn't understand what Wang Xuebin did.

The figure of the two of them did not stop, and their bodies were filled with their own auras.

Wang Chongyang's whole body was full of pure and empty energy, it was obvious that Taoism had reached its peak.

Surrounding Wang Xuebin is a spirit of a spark that can start a prairie fire.

"The way is different, and we don't conspire with each other. We Han people are weak, our national road is not prosperous, surrounded by wolves, and we are in danger of being overthrown! You want me to preach with you?"

Wang Chongyang was silent when he heard the words, and then said:

"Pindao also wanted to help the Han family and keep the sky from falling, but the Song court is so stupid that it is really difficult to continue. If you do something, the Song court will persecute you with the state of Jin. Why bother?"

Wang Xuebin smiled disdainfully:

"Song Ting overthrew Song Ting without reason, and Jin Guo persecuted Jin Guo with cholera. Wang did it for my Chinese family, not for one family and one surname to rule the world!"

Wang Chongyang said in horror:

"You want to rebel?"

Wang Xuebin firmly said:

"This is a revolution!"

"You mean the throne?"

"I have no heart for authority!"

"Aren't you afraid that everyone will make money?"

"Wang is acting, why are you afraid of others talking about it!"

Wang Chongyang looked at Wang Xuebin, the pure and empty energy around his body was condensed on the tip of the sword, forming a three-foot sword light, which slowly stabbed out.