Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

At this moment, Wu Xiuwen staggered and his steps were unsteady, as if he might fall down at any time. His face turned as pale as paper, bloodless, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Obviously, he had been forced into an extremely passive situation by the fierce moves of his archenemy Li Mochou. He was extremely anxious, like an ant on a hot pan, running around in circles, his eyes full of requests for help and helplessness.

He cast a look full of urgency and expectation towards his brother Wu Dunru, with an unconcealable tremor in his voice, and he almost shouted with all his might.

"Brother, brother, in this situation, what should we do? What should we do?"

Every word revealed his inner panic and fear, as well as his deep dependence on his brother.

Upon hearing this, Wu Dunru's face instantly became extremely bitter, as if he had swallowed a bitter pill that was hard to swallow. He looked helplessly at his archenemy Li Mochou who was closing in on him.

Those eyes, as cold as ice and sharp as swords, seemed to be able to penetrate the most secret corners of people's hearts, making Wu Dunru's heart tighten involuntarily. Waves of palpitations surged like a tide, almost drowning him.

At this moment, Wu Dunru was like a lone boat lost in the vast ocean, surrounded by surging waves, and he was the helmsman with no sense of direction, equally at a loss.

He was so flustered that he almost lost the ability to think. Facing Li Mochou's aggressiveness, he could only stammer in response, with a hint of trembling and fear in his voice that was difficult to conceal.

"Xiu...Xiu Wen! I...I am so confused right now, just like a tangled mess in a strong wind. I don't know how to sort out my thoughts, let alone what to do!"

Wu Dunru's words were intermittent, as if every word was pressed down by a heavy stone, and was squeezed out from his throat bit by bit with difficulty. They were filled with deep helplessness and despair, like the last dead leaf in autumn, drifting helplessly in the wind.

"Wait...wait! I got it! I've got a solution now, Xiu Wen, let's let go!"

At this extremely critical moment, Wu Dunru was in a panic, his thoughts were in a tangled mess, and he couldn't think of any foolproof plan. He could only speak hastily, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

"it is good!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiuwen did not hesitate at all and uttered a short and powerful word, which showed his absolute trust and support for his brother Wu Dunru. There was determination in his eyes, although he was also uneasy in his heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, a look of determination flashed across the faces of the two brothers Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen. Almost at the same moment, their hands suddenly loosened, as if the long sword they were holding in their hands.

Suddenly it became heavier than a thousand pounds and it was difficult to hold on to it. As their hands loosened, the brothers Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen leaped back without hesitation as if pulled by some invisible force.

The figures of the two brothers drew graceful arcs in the air, as swift and decisive as an arrow shot from a bow, bringing up gusts of rapid wind, which seemed particularly clear in this already tense and suffocating atmosphere.

Seeing that Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen let go of their swords without hesitation in the face of her fierce momentum, Li Mochou couldn't help but smile contemptuously, and her slender jade wrist turned lightly, like an orchid blooming.

Graceful and full of power, she then waved the snow-white whisk in her hand, and each strand of it seemed to contain infinite strength. As Li Mochou moved, the two swords seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and were suddenly thrown out by her.

"Shhhhh..."

Along with this rapid and powerful sound, the two extremely sharp swords, at this moment, were like two silver dragons, drawing smooth and graceful arcs in the air.

They flew straight up to the rooftops at an astonishing speed, as if piercing the sky. Wherever their sharp sword tips passed, they brought up gusts of subtle but extremely sharp wind, like whispers in the dark night, making people feel chilled.

The sword flashed dazzling light in the air, a silver-white color, like moonlight, pure and flawless; then it flashed a few times in the surrounding light, unpredictable, as if it was the brightest star in the night sky.

Dazzling, yet fleeting, it was dazzling. At this moment, the entire space seemed to be illuminated by the light emitted by the two sharp swords, becoming bright and mysterious.

Finally, after reaching the highest point, the two swords began to fall slowly as if they had completed their mission. Their movements were graceful and calm, as if they were showing the world an otherworldly beauty.

"Crackling..."

At this moment, there were bursts of crisp and loud metal collision sounds, and the two sharp swords fell directly to the ground. The sound of metal hitting the ground echoed throughout the space.

The long swords in their hands fell, and the eyes of the two brothers Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen fell on Li Mochou in front of them, with surprise and anger in their hearts, even though they were unarmed at the moment.

However, facing the notorious female devil in the martial arts world [Red Snake Fairy] Li Mochou, there was no sign of retreat on the faces of the two brothers Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen. This was because, at this critical moment.

They also have a trump card hidden that they have never used from the beginning to the end. It is their last reliance and hope.

"Xiu Wen!"

At this time, although the long sword in Wu Dunru's hand had accidentally fallen to the ground with a crisp metallic collision sound, he did not look panicked at all. With his eyes sharp, he continued to speak loudly to his brother Wu Xiuwen.

"You use the [One Finger of Sun], and I will use the [Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing]! Today, let us two brothers work together. No matter what, we must kill Li Mochou today."

"it is good!!"

Hearing this, Wu Xiuwen's eyes flashed with determination, as if at this moment, he was ready to go all out. His answer was brief and powerful, but revealed an unquestionable firmness.

"Li Mochou! You forced me to do this..."

Wu Dunru shouted angrily, his eyes wide open with raging rage flashing in them, as if he wanted to turn everything in front of him into ashes. His voice contained endless anger and unwillingness, as if he wanted to burn the air around him to ashes.

As these indignant words fell, Wu Dunru thought that his aura had suddenly reached its peak. He took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell violently, like volcanic lava about to erupt, containing destructive power.

As his body flashed, he thought he was reborn and became extremely powerful, like a giant dragon ready to take off into the sky and show its majestic posture that shook the world.

Wu Dunru's body sank slightly, and his left palm suddenly stretched out across the air. His movements were smooth and powerful, as if containing a great force. However, what was surprising was that at this moment of preparation,

There was no strong and powerful internal force in Wu Dunru's palm that made the surrounding air tremble; nor was there a dazzling and eye-catching golden light like when the great hero Guo Jing performed the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing" that shocked the world.

On the contrary, Wu Dunru's palm seemed unusually plain and simple, with only his left palm lying alone in the air, performing the [Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing], which was the first move in the martial arts that shocked the world - [The Regrets of the Dragon], and striking directly in the direction of Li Mochou.

"【Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms】!!"

Upon hearing the words, Li Mochou's originally cool and pretty face turned pale in an instant, and a trace of unbelievable shock and deep fear quickly flashed across her eyes. These five words seemed to carry an irresistible force that instantly shattered her inner peace.

At this moment, Li Mochou's thoughts were flying like fallen leaves in the wind. Various thoughts were intertwined in her mind, making her secretly frightened: Could it be that this famous hero Guo Jing...

He actually passed on his famous skill [Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms] to Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen, two ordinary-looking, insignificant, even somewhat foolish brothers? .