Villain: The opening summons the childhood shadow Jiang Yuyan

"quiet!"

Song Ren, who was standing in the air, uttered a thunderous sound, suppressing the commotion, and between raising his hands and waving his sleeves, a gust of breeze blew past, calming the energy storm that swept across the ring.

"What kind of freak is this kid? Facing the first rank of my Song family, the Tianjiao who is at the top of the heaven list and the earth spirit level, he can still deal with it calmly!"

"The most frightening thing is that he hasn't used Yuanli to kill him so far, relying purely on the strength of his body!"

"It's terrible, it's terrible, this kid's strength will definitely be among the top [-] earth spirits in the Heavenly List!!!"

Several strong men from the Song family on the viewing platform had already stood up, looking at the battle in the ring with extremely shocked expressions.

Song Que, six thousand six hundred and sixty six of the earth spirits in the Tongtian list, is the first rank of their Song family, the next young patriarch, no matter in talent or strength, there is no one in a million.

But even so, facing this physique that appeared out of nowhere, he fell into an absolute disadvantage at this time.

What?You said that the 660 [-] of the Tongtian Ranking is not strong?

I can go to yours!

It should be noted that this Tongtian list covers the entire boundless starry sky!

Among the countless human races who are less than a hundred years old, it ranks the sixth thousand sixty-sixth, which is absolutely unimaginable existence.

The chaotic storm on the ring dissipated, Ji Wushang and Song Que appeared, looking at each other.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Ji Wushang's mouth, and he looked the same as before the battle.

On the contrary, Song Que's clothes were disheveled and he looked a bit embarrassed, his hands were shaking slightly by his side.

"You are so strong. This is the first time in so many years that I have encountered an opponent as strong as you among my peers!" Song Que took a deep breath and slowly clasped his trembling hands, "However, I am the most powerful person in the Song family. The strength is not fists, but knives!"

Ji Wushang frowned, "Oh? Why not use it?"

Song Que solemnly said: "Ordinary secret sword skills are useless to you, but using the strongest secret sword skills of my Song family is too powerful. My cultivation level is not strong enough and I cannot control it. It is not suitable to use it in a sparring match."

Ji Wushang was confident, "Don't worry, you can't hurt me!"

Song Que was taken aback, "Are you sure? I admit that you are strong, but..."

Ji Wushang interrupted him, "If you want to use it, you can use it. I am confident that I can take it."

Song Que stared at Ji Wushang for a moment, and after confirming that he was not joking, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and asked, "Honestly, how much strength did you use to fight me just now?"

Could it be that this guy didn't even use [-]% of his strength against him just now?

Otherwise, how could he be so confident that he could handle his most powerful skills?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

If so, it would be too shocking.

Ji Wushang frowned, and slapped Song Que.

"Pfft..." Song Que almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, "Five, fifty percent? Only fifty percent?"

He worked so hard just now, and he didn't even force out half of his strength. How the hell is this going to let people live?

Song Que suffered the worst blow in his life!

Ji Wushang hesitated for a while, then nodded, without saying anything.

Does stretching out one palm mean [-]%?

Is it possible that it is less than [-]%?

Could it be any of the numbers one, two, three, four, five?

But seeing that Song Que was about to get sick, he still felt that it would be better not to hit him again.

Song Que was silent for a moment, then laughed at himself, "Sure enough, there is a strong player in the strong, and a mountain is higher than a mountain!"

"Then I won't hold any reservations with my next strike, so be careful!"

"This sword can reverse the third level of reincarnation!"

After speaking, a precious sword appeared out of thin air in Song Que's hand.

This saber is four feet long, silvery white like the moon, and exudes sharp edges from the whole body.

"Nine forms of the Heavenly Knife, the upper and lower sides are not formed, opening up the world!"

Song Que held the saber in his hand, and his whole body was boiling with energy, which was concentrated on the long saber in his hand, and a mysterious and terrifying aura was gurgling.

"cut!"

The cold light from the sword shocked the sky, and the long light stretched across thousands of miles.

With this knife cut out, an imperceptible Dao Yun emerged between the heaven and the earth.

Ji Wushang could not help but look solemn in the face of the terrifying knife that galloped towards him.

He raised his hand and clenched his fist, and a dark glove slowly emerged.

This glove is a low-grade Taoist weapon rewarded by the system not long ago.

The knife in Song Que's hand could be seen as a Taoist weapon at a glance, and he would not be so stupid as to fight it with his bare hands.

With the Taoist glove in his hand, he retracted his fist to accumulate strength, and threw it out brazenly, and slammed straight at Song Que's slash.

With this punch, Ji Wushang fully mobilized [-]% of his physical strength.

when……

The horrific killing secret technique collided with the purest power, and a deafening sound erupted.

Break through all methods!

The power from Ji Wushang's glove was like a millstone crushing it, instantly annihilating the power of Song Que's secret technique.

The knife energy collapsed!

The sword intent disappeared!

The sword light is extinguished!

Heaven and earth return to peace.

Song Que staggered, couldn't stand steadily, and managed to maintain it with the help of a knife.

That knife almost drained the energy from his body.

He watched Ji Wushang crush the knife he had slashed, and his eyelids twitched wildly.

Is this guy still human?

Where is his limit?

Terrible, this guy is simply terrible!

"I admit, I'm a waste."

"Nimma, what kind of monsters are these?"

"It's too shocking."

"..."

Among the crowd who participated in the Song Family's foreign aid selection competition, many people suddenly felt that practice was meaningless.

Because no matter how hard you try, some perverts are unattainable and unattainable.

They are like the sun in the sky, shining brightly.

"You are a real bully!"

Song Que was so weak that he couldn't continue, and he was about to fall down and sit down.

whoosh...

Song Ren, who was above the sky, landed beside Song Que in an instant and supported him, "Young Patriarch, are you alright?"

Song Que put away the long knife in his hand, "It's okay, it's just a bit excessive."

Hearing this, Song Ren quickly took out a pill and fed it to Song Que.

Song Que's pale face quickly returned to blood, and he gained some strength in a moment.

At this time, several powerful members of the Song family on the viewing platform came through the air.

One person looked at Ji Wushang and exclaimed: "Young people are awesome, do you have a sect?"

Ji Wushang nodded, but did not elaborate.

The strong man from the Song family suddenly showed a look of regret, "If you don't have a sect, I, the Song family, will recruit you at all costs."

"That's right, with such an arrogance, how could it be a casual cultivator? This old man is thinking too much."

Another Song family strongman glanced at Ji Wushang, and said to Song Ren: "The selection is over, I should go back."

"I'll leave the finishing touches to you. Be sure to entertain several foreign players. Don't neglect."

Song Ren hurriedly bowed and replied, "Yes, elder."

The powerful members of the Song family didn't stay any longer, and left in the air.

Song Que walked up to Ji Wushang, "My Song family has foreign aid of your strength, and the other three families may not even be able to drink soup during this trip to the secret realm around Langlang."

"Come on, my Song family has specially prepared a residence for foreign aid, and I'll take you there."

Ji Wushang did not refuse. After the black dragon in the crowd came over, he followed Song Que and left.