How can there be so many words to talk about when masters compete? Wu Yuan must maintain the cold and murderous appearance of "Qianshan".

He is armed with a sharp weapon and has a murderous intention.

Indecisive, mostly literati.

Drawing swords at each other over a disagreement is the norm for most warriors.

Therefore, when the old man in black robe refused to retreat, Wu Yuan directly chose to take action.

Faced with Wu Yuan's attack.

"Keng!"

The old man in black stepped forward to meet him. The sharp sword in his hand was like a swimming dragon, directly blocking Wu Yuan's terrifying sword light.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

"Keng! Keng Keng Keng!" The light of the sword is like water, and the flow of the sword is like waves.

The two engaged in a terrifying confrontation. Their weapons collided, and the impact penetrated their bodies and penetrated from their feet into the ground. The bluestone on the ground shattered almost instantly, and countless rocks flew in all directions.

For a time, the two super masters were evenly matched.

"This!" Xu Shouyi was stunned.

The sword lights were so fast and terrifying that he could hardly see them clearly.

One knife!

Xu Shouyi believed that the terrifying master who came to attack him could kill him with just one knife.

His heart became colder and colder.

"Elder Mo, we must kill him! We must!" Xu Shouyi prayed in his heart. Only by killing this mysterious master could he feel at ease.

If the other party escapes and is secretly watched by such a terrifying master, he will have trouble sleeping and eating.

I am afraid that I will flee to the sect headquarters overnight to seek shelter.

"Uncle Mo!"

"Uncle Master." Fu San, a white-haired young man who fell to the ground injured, was equally frightened as he watched the two masters clash.

too scary.

If the swordsmanship of the old man in black is like the mighty and unstoppable flow of a river, then Wu Yuan's swordsmanship only illustrates the speed of the river.

A knife that is extremely fast!

"Obviously, the power unleashed by Uncle Mo is much stronger." The white-haired young man was a little unbelievable: "But, he can only have a slight upper hand? The combat skills of this mysterious master are at the same level as Uncle Mo?"

"Uncle Mo, it is said that he has initially understood the secret of 'hardness and softness', and can explode the three gravity poles at will." The white-haired young man stared intently.

"No! The mysterious master's fighting skills are stronger." Fu San, a strong man in purple robe, covered his abdominal wound, feeling terrified.

Fight with such a master?

Fu San understood that it was Wu Yuan who showed mercy, otherwise, the knife just cut through his neck instead of his waist and abdomen.

"Keng!" "Keng!"

In just a few breaths of time since the collision, Wu Yuan and the old man in black had already exchanged nearly a hundred moves.

The entire main hall was in a mess.

Wu Yuan was slightly at a disadvantage, but his breath was long and steady without any panic, making the old man in black even more anxious.

"It's too stable. How could his sword skills be so terrifying?" The old man in black became more and more frightened: "Surprisingly, he was one step ahead of me at every turn? Every time, his body dodge was just right, and every sword was also just right to guide me.

The sword was unloaded in one direction."

Frustrated.

It seemed that he had the upper hand, but the old man in black was very frustrated. From the beginning to the end, he was almost led by Wu Yuan.

"happy!"

"It's so fun. It's really fun to fight against a real super master." Wu Yuan felt extremely happy.

For a long time!

Since he woke up, his strength has been continuously improved and improved, but Wu Yuan has never had such a happy fight.

Both body and mind seemed to be relaxed.

Both sides seemed to be fighting with all their strength.

In fact, Wu Yuan held back a little bit, otherwise he would have had two fleeting opportunities in the exchange of hundreds of moves between the two sides.

It is expected that the old man in black will be killed.

This is not Wu Yuan's arrogance, but his self-confidence in achieving "control of the situation".

"Control the environment, analyze the variables, feel the changes in the strength of the opponent's weapons, changes in pace, and changes in body shape, and then predict the opponent's next move, and strike one step before the enemy." Wu Yuan sighed secretly.

During this time.

By imagining the 'Black Tower', Wu Yuan's spirit grew stronger, and the deeper Wu Yuan's understanding of 'situation control' became, the more terrifying he felt at this level.

From the basics, to the three gravity poles, and even to hardness and softness!

They all emphasize themselves and gradually control themselves until their abilities are developed to the extreme and it becomes difficult to make progress.

Situation control extends outside the body, sensing the outside world, and using the external environment to improve one's combat power.

It is on two levels compared to the previous fighting skills.

"Seventy-nine people in Jiangzhou are so powerful?" This thought flashed through Wu Yuan's mind: "That's right. When he was young, he was one of the top twenty super masters on the list."

When he entered the palace just now, Wu Yuan recognized the identities of Fu San and the white-haired young man. Their special appearance was too obvious.

Fu San, number two hundred and eighty-seven on the Jiangzhou people list.

Lu Yuming, a young man with white hair, is number 256 in Jiangzhou.

Only the old man in black.

At first, Wu Yuan really didn't recognize him, but after just a few dozen moves, he was able to figure out the opponent's identity.

His fighting skills are extremely terrifying and he can maintain three gravity poles for a long time.

The swordsmanship is equally outstanding!

Only the strength is not strong. When the three-dimensional force explodes, the strength is only about 260,000 kilograms.

And so old.

Among the many top masters of Hengyun Sect, there is only one person who fits his identity - Mo Jingchen, number seventy-nine on the list!

A top player.

However, he is an old top master, nearly a hundred years old, his physical fitness has been greatly weakened, and his strength is not as good as before.

Only those with terrifying combat skills that are close to those of Earth Ranking Grandmasters can retain the title of 'top master'.

For example, the number one master in Licheng, 'Guan Zishan', was once a first-class master, but due to old age and frailty, he was only a second-class master.

Heroes die late, but that's all.

"stop!"

"I'm going to join the Hengyun Sect, so there's no need to do anything wrong." Wu Yuan thought to himself.

He had just let go of ‘Fu San’ for the same reason.

Will join Hengyun Sect soon.

Although they didn't know each other, it was not absolutely necessary. Wu Yuan didn't want to kill the top masters of Hengyun Sect.

Not to mention killing a top player.

"Wow!" Wu Yuan's sword technique suddenly changed, and suddenly it was almost ten percent, and the overwhelming sword light enveloped Mo Jingchen.

"No! Is it the sword technique secret book mentioned in the intelligence?" Mo Jingchen's face changed slightly.

He also practices swordsmanship secrets.

It's a pity that he is old and frail, and normal combat encounters are a huge burden for him, let alone using secrets?

In an instant, he made a decision.

retreat!

"Boom!" Mo Jingchen waved his sword to resist and violently retreated backwards.

To his surprise, Wu Yuan did not take advantage of the situation and attack.

Instead, he stood in the same place that had been reduced to ruins.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" A terrifying sharp whistle sounded in the hall, and two streams of light flashed through the air.

"hidden weapon!"

"Not good." The expressions of the white-haired young man and the purple-robed strong man Fu San changed.
To be continued...