Give the world of mixed martial arts a little bit of the shock of the Thunderbolt Monk

"Purple Tornado Raging Wave!"

On top of Wudang Mountain, there is a Confucian school, a dragon lodge, a sparse tower, a dragon lodge, and a pair of evil spirits and lawless women under the throne.

There were no words of provocation or confrontation between the two swords. In every duel, the moves were extreme, with the intention of taking the opponent's fatal point.

"Oh, Long Su, you are finally serious this time!"

Sword Immortal Ji, who was not very busy, sighed like this after "occasionally" glancing at the battle situation over there with his friend Shulou Longsu.

"Who is this because of?!"

Even though there was a fierce battle on his side, even if Shulou Longsu died here today, he would still have a mouth to speak against Jianzi Xianji.

If Jianzi Xianji hadn't rushed out to fight the soldiers first, he wouldn't have had to come here and fight against the lawless and trouble-loving Nvrong.

"Royal Emperor!"

Shulou Longsu took a step back, and the seemingly delicate and fragile purple dragon treasure fan in his hand rotated in the purple light. When others looked at it again, it had turned into a gorgeous long sword.

"Tian Xie!"

On the other side, Yifa Wutian was unwilling to be outdone. The flames in his hands seemed to be alive, and the tongues of fire were dancing. The flames sprayed from the weapons were like fire dragons, opening their bloody mouths at Shulou Longsu.

"boom--"

When they met again, the two magic weapons collided, and the sharp weapons in their hands bloomed with sharp edges.

For a moment, there were sparks and purple lights all around. The gorgeous purple and the fiery and terrifying red were entangled endlessly, and they were inseparable.

In a protracted battle, Yifa Wutian originally wanted to use his special physique to win by surprise, but the opponent in front of him seemed to have endless internal strength. The two had completely different skills, but there seemed to be some strange similarity.

"hateful."

The two wielded swords, one red and one purple. The two sharp edges were constantly rotating, connecting, and slashing in the air. The long period of brilliant sword light showed that the two were in a stalemate in which the winner could not be determined.

"Why are you the same as me?"

When the two swords met again, Yifa Wutian stepped forward and finally asked the doubts in his heart.

Similar special physique, the same endless internal strength, Yifa Wutian, who has always been confident in his own physical characteristics, actually seemed to be weak in this battle.

"Accident?"

While Yifa Wutian was confused and distracted, Shulou Longsu secretly increased the output of his internal energy. Under the bright purple light, Yifa Wutian was shaken out.

"Continuous energy is the patent of bloodthirsty people."

I saw Shulou Longsu turning his weapons around. Compared with Yifa Wutian who was knocked back, Shulou Longsu was more at ease and leisurely.

"what."

The unexpected answer further ignited the lawless fighting spirit.

"I am becoming more and more interested in you."

"Oh? It turns out that this is how interest is cultivated."

Facing the fierce fighting spirit of Yifa, Shulou Longsu's momentum is not weak. In other words, in terms of battlefield power, the gorgeous and unparalleled Dragon Head never allows others to be above him.

"Hey, you are so lucky, Long Su."

But around Shulou Longsu's aura, there will always be a unique person, and that is Jianzi Xianji.

"...Fight your soldiers."

Regarding his bad friend, Shulou Longsu can only say, let's make do, and how can we leave.

Here Jianzi Xianji interrupted with a sentence, slightly breaking the tense atmosphere, but Yifa Wutian on the opposite side would not follow Jianzi Xianji's tactics.

After adjusting his breath a little, Yifa Wutian flipped his wrist, and the fiery red sword struck Shulou Longsu again.

"If Jian Ziru is dead, come and help quickly."

Didn’t you see that the troublemaker on my side hasn’t taken action yet? Come hit me quickly and don't touch it.

Seeing the resurgence of Yifa Wutian's offensive, Shulou Longsu finished teasing Jianzi Xianji and waved the weapon in his hand, and the purple and red lights burst out again in the exchange.

This time is different from before. The two weapons did not separate, but pushed each other forward. Because the two sides were equally powerful, the two figures, one red and one purple, started from the weapons in their hands, rotated and entangled, and did not separate again until they flew into the air.

But even if they were separated, Shulou Longsu and Yifa Wutian did not land, but stagnated in mid-air, accumulating strength again.

Both of them knew that this was the last move that would determine the outcome.

"Purple Dragon Roaring Heaven!"

Shulou Longsu raised his palm and brushed the sword in his hand. For a moment, purple light suddenly appeared, and there was a faint dragon roar. A purple dragon formed by the release of internal force is circling around Shulou Longsu.

Under the purple light, the brilliance of Shulou Longsu's jewelry echoed the purple dragon, as if he was the purple dragon itself.

"A group of evil spirits cross the undercurrent!"

Yifa Wutian flew several meters back in the air, pointing the weapon in his hand towards the sky. Dark red flowed around his body, and streams of strange energy gathered on the tip of Tianxie's spear.

"ha--!"

As the energy of both sides finally condensed, Shulou Longsu and Yifa Wutian attacked forward at the same time. Looking up from Wudang Mountain, it looked like the life-and-death collision of two meteors, one red and one purple.

"Is this innate?"

Far away on the battlefield, Zhang Sanfeng took several of his apprentices to watch this brilliant showdown.

In this world, even those with the highest level of cultivation are just some auxiliary glimmers of internal energy, such as the strange and lawless red flames in the sky and the brilliant purple dragons of Shulou Longsu. It was something they had never heard of.

Zhang Sanfeng has been watching the battle between Shulou Longsu and Yifa Wutian, watching the two figures, one purple and one red, fighting from the ground to the sky.

"Already like this, Taoist Master Jianzi actually said that they are not gods."

There was a bit of helplessness in Zhang Sanfeng's tone. In fact, before this war started, his understanding of innateness was still that of a child with a red-clothed mountain ghost.

Although Bai Xiu is extremely powerful and can easily throw people like objects, he is almost invincible.

But because there were no weapons at that time, and before there was time to cause a bigger trouble, the holy Buddha known as Ksitigarbha came.

"Master, what do you think of this battle..."

Who will win?

"Who knows?"

Zhang Sanfeng stroked the white beard on his chin with one hand. Although it seemed that Shulou Longsu on their side had a slight advantage, at this time, the charming woman called Nvrong who loved trouble had not yet made a move.

And judging from the attitudes of Jianzi Xianji and Shulou Longsu, although the two of them were making jokes on the battlefield and seemed not to care about the enemy's attacks, Zhang Sanfeng could actually feel that they were secretly guarding against the trouble-loving Nvrong. .

"Om-"

At this time, in the sky, Shulou Longsu and Yifa Wutian were already facing each other. In the strong collision between the two sides, the two were finally forced to separate and fell downward at the same time.

"I will not tolerate failure."

The trouble-loving Nurong who was leaning lazily behind suddenly made a move. She raised her right hand slightly, and the red light flashed on her fingertips. Her target was Shulou Longsu, who was still falling.

"Ok?"

Suddenly seeing the movement of Ai Huo Nurong, Jianzi Xianji flew into the air. Just when he was about to help, a majestic force suddenly hit from the horizon in the distance, hitting both Ai Huo Nurong and Jianzi Xianji directly. On the ground between people.