"That's just right." Ling Wushang smiled calmly and slashed out with his sword.
Wei Wuji's black broad sword was also unsheathed, and when the two swords intersected, they let out a dragon roar, and a storm swirled through the sky. In an instant, sand and rocks flew, obscuring the two figures.
"Good swordsmanship!" Wei Wuji's wild roar came from the flying sand and stone shadows. Obviously, this sect's number one madman in the holy realm has gone crazy again.
Meng Luo was startled, and was about to help Ling Wushang, but immediately she heard Wei Wuji's muffled groan, obviously suffering a small loss.
Before Meng Luo could make a decision, another series of sounds of swords clashing like raindrops came, and at the same time, Wei Wuji's angry roar came out.
Meng Luo finally felt relieved. Judging from the situation in front of her, even if Wei Wuji went crazy, Ling Wushang should not be in any danger. As for whether Wei Wuji was in danger, she was not worried at all. Don't forget, they are the spirit race.
Later, the brother and sister Wei Wuji and Meng Luo were the only descendants of the Spiritual Clan who could comprehend Cang Yuan's sword skills for thousands of years. Even the Supreme Elder was not completely aware of their secrets.
As the sword lights intertwined, Ling Wushang and Wei Wuji fought in the air, getting further and further away. In the distant valley, there was a thunderous sound of huge rocks collapsing, and as the mountains shook and the ground shook, a piece of dust slowly floated into the sky.
After a long time, all this came to an end, and the entire Xuanjian Sect once again returned to its due solemn tranquility.
In the valley, Wei Wuji crawled out of the rubble in disgrace, half lying and half sitting on the ground with his arms stretched out, glaring fiercely at Ling Wushang who was not far away with a faint smile on his face.
If he said he was a lunatic, then the guy opposite him was simply a pervert. The last time he fought against him, Wei Wuji felt that the gap in strength between him and himself was only a thin line. Whoever wins and who loses just depends on luck.
Just better.
During this period of seclusion and training, Wei Wuji's strength has improved by two levels. Even Ling Wushang will improve, but Wei Wuji is confident that he has at least a 70% chance of winning if they fight again.
But once they had a fight, Wei Wuji realized that he was wrong, very wrong. The difference in strength between him and Ling Wushang was still just a thin line, but this thin line of separation became a barrier between him and Ling Wushang.
There was an insurmountable mountain between him and Ling Wushang. No matter how hard he tried, he was defeated in the end and was thrown into the stone wall by Ling Wushang's sword.
He can be sure that Ling Wushang is still hiding something and has not exposed his full strength at all. Pervert, this guy is a pervert! By the way, think about Ling Chuxi's sword, he is not the only one who is perverted.
Neither brother nor sister can be judged by common sense.
"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Wei Wuji took a few deep breaths and asked Ling Wushang.
"It's very simple, I want you to..." Ling Wushang concentrated his voice and said to Wei Wuji.
"Ah... why didn't you tell me earlier? If I had known it was related to Ling Chuxi, I would have been too lazy to fight with you." Wei Wuji said angrily. As the direct disciple of the Supreme Elder, of course he knew about Ling Chuxi.
As for the identity of Xi Cangyuan's successor, if he had known that this matter was related to Ling Chuxi, he would not have refused at all, let alone be bullied into this by Ling Wushang.
Wiping the dust off his face, Wei Wuji felt that he was wronged, very wronged! But Ling Wushang twitched the corner of his mouth, this guy just deserves a beating. He refused to listen and was willing to get a beating. In one word, bitch.