On March 5th, Jingzhe, pray for blessings and sacrifices; the Southern Fist meets swords at Luoxingpo.
Rumble!
Spring thunder exploded, all things were born in vitality, and drizzled drizzle fell; a puddle of water accumulated in front of the slope.
Swishy~
In the rain, two figures stood, and the first time on the falling star slope was heavier; it seemed like two mountains stood on it.
"You're here."
As raindrops fell, a shallow white mist swelled around Feng Buyu's body, the true energy surged and was spotless.
"The Gun Jue has been defeated, so I will come to meet Jian Jue."
The green robe was slightly raised, Wang Teng stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes confidently and indifferent; within three feet of the time, the true energy formed a circle, dispelling the rain.
"This rain has come well."
Feng Buyu raised his head slightly, looking at the fine raindrops that were sliding down, as if he had foresaw something.
"I'm looking forward to the sword of Jingzhe."
Wang Teng's body slowly turned into a jade-white color, round and flawless, as if he was born and raised in the earth; he was out of the world and noble.
bass!
A cold light suddenly appeared, the sword roared and shone brightly and distant.
A little sharpness broke through the strong wind and rushed to the front of you silently.
bite!
The jade white light flashed, and a big hand calmly blocked the tip of the sword, without any inch.
"rise!"
Feng Buyu pointed at the sword and pointed at him. The surging true energy rushed down, the sword body bent slightly, the tip of the sword raised with a bang, and pierced out from the crack of his fingers.
"good!"
Wang Teng's eyes lit up, his five fingers suddenly rose up, and his wrist flipped and he was about to break the long sword; in terms of his current jade body and Hunyuan Qi and Blood.
It is really not difficult to break these so-called magical weapons.
"Jinghong!"
Feng Buyu's expression remained unchanged, and his feet sucked the sword with force, and his five fingers slapped the sword like a butterfly; the true energy swayed and burst out nine times in a moment.
With Wang Teng's surprised gaze, he shook him back and pulled out his long sword.
"What kind of sword technique is this?"
Wang Teng was a little solemn. His strength was obviously stronger than him, but it was still resolved.
"The Jingzhe Sword Technique is just a clever one."
Feng Buyu shook his head, not arrogant, his eyes were clear and bright.
"In my opinion, you are better than that gun."
Wang Teng gently stroked his sleeves, and his jade-lustered body had a heavy and cold feeling, like an endless glacier, vast and lonely.
He moved, and his fists brought up a strong wind and made a violent sound of breaking through the air. In Feng Buyu's eyes, this was not a fist, but two heavy hammers that were smashing, which was shocking.
call!
The strong wind whistled, Feng Buyu's body fluttered like willow catkins, calmly, with a long sword in his hand; a cold light burst out, and it collided with thirty-seven moves in a short time.
Bang!
The five fingers are grabbed like a sky hook, and the true energy is swallowed and spitted, making the skin feel cold; when facing this grab, Feng Buyu dared not be careless.
He knew that Meng Yuchang fell to this capture, and the weapon Dragon Pattern Spear, which he had made his name, was taken away, and his spirit was broken.
"The plum blossoms are silent!"
Feng Buyu's breathing was slightly deeper, the sword moves up, and the cold light fell; he silently cut out hundreds of sword energy, blooming like flowers, and the most beautiful moment was also the most dangerous.
"Break it for me!"
Wang Teng shouted loudly, punched out, and his whole body was twisted into a stream of blood; it burst out with terrifying force, no matter what sword energy you have, you can break it with one punch!
The huge force surging, and hundreds of sword energy disintegrated inch by inch, looking pale and powerless.
The man was rushing with his green robe, and the Taoist stepped on the seven stars, and he had already come to his eyes; the jade and white iron fist was pounded out, and the heavy sound of the wind followed him.
Ding ~
The sword roared again, Feng Buyu groaned and retreated repeatedly; he could not bear the increasingly surging force.
Is this guy a monster? With such great strength, how did he polish his body?
Feng Buyu was puzzled in his heart, and he always felt that the person who fought with him was not like a human being. He believed that the surging power and blood were said to be the hell of Xionghu.
Thorn!
On the Rock Star Slope, the grass and trees were folded and messy; Wang Teng slashed down with his palm, leaving a crack on Feng Buyu's robe, which almost hit his right arm.
"Jingzhe!"
At this moment, Feng Buyu finally realized the huge gap and used his sword-like killer move.
Gain momentum and turn, and use one sword to awaken the insects!
Rumble!
The spring thunder exploded and the sword light rose.
At the same time, there was also a violent roar of air flow, sweeping all over the world.
On March 5th, Jingzhe, the southern fist defeated the sword at Luoxingpo.
Jian Jue left the sword sheath with Nanquan. When Yan met again, he would retrieve it with his own hands.
When the news came out, the martial arts world lost its voice and was shocked inexplicably; no one doubted the authenticity because it was what Jian Juefeng said in person before he was retreating.
People were not only shocked by Wang Teng's strength, but what surprised them was Wang Teng's madness; did he really want to sweep the martial arts world alone?
The two masters of the south fist, the north legs, the guns and swords are both outstanding, and the two masters of the east and west Buddhas are peerless.
Now that the southern fist swept across the northern leg and the sword, he is the only one. Will he challenge those two peaks?
Can those two peerless geniuses be able to defeat this Nanquan who emerged from nowhere?
Jade Emperor Mountain, Blue Sky View.
Da da da da da
In front of the hall, Elder Qi was in a fast shape, crossing ten feet apart in three steps; he pushed open the door and walked in.
Under the statue of the god, the host's footsteps were moving lightly, and incense was being lit.
"Observe the master!"
Elder Qi's face was excited, he was slightly panting, and his heart was fluctuating a lot.
"What's this happening?"
The host raised his eyebrows slightly and opened his mouth lightly. The low voice seemed to have strange power; it instantly sootheed the restlessness in Elder Qi's heart.
"Return to the viewing master, Wang Teng defeated the North Leg Nie Jiang on the bank of Canglan River and went north again, losing to both guns and swords one after another!"
Elder Qi spoke, his eyes still filled with a three-point surprise. The news was so shocking; it made him feel a little uncontrollable, the little guy who had gone out to make a living in the past.
It has actually reached this point, very dreamy and extraordinary.
"Then he should be back soon."
When the host heard this, he nodded slightly, and sparks ignited the incense at his fingertips; the smoke curled up, making people unable to see it clearly.
"Statistics, do you mean..."
Elder Qi was stunned, and he didn't understand what the master meant. Could it be that he wanted him to organize his disciples to greet him?
But this is also different from the viewer's always low-key style?
"There are both great swords and swords in the south and the north, and there is still the east Buddha on it..."
The host spoke lightly, calmly, and had long anticipated this scene; some people were born warriors and seekers of the Tao.
There should be only one person in this world's glory!
This is what Wang Teng said before leaving, and he is now proving this, sweeping all the way; even the Six Jue will be defeated by his fist.
"This...Why do you mean that Wang Teng will come back to challenge you?"
Elder Qi was a little surprised, but not surprised, as if he had become accustomed to Wang Teng's style.
"Yes, but not now. He should look for the Western Buddhas to fight in the Western Buddhist Temple; only when the three treasures of spirit and spirit reach their peak will he come to challenge me."
The host spoke calmly, but with unparalleled arrogance, his host is the strongest among the six masters!
The two genius of the East West Buddha are still behind him!