Chapter VIII, the long-awaited beginning to come out
"I……"
After a while, Xin Zhao decided to fight. Just as he was about to take a step forward, he suddenly heard a sound near his ears.
"I come!"
A loud noise broke the silence.
A tough-bodied young man jumped out from the crowd, with a wild aura. He had a rough appearance, and was only dressed in animal skins. He held a large bone knife in his right hand and was stained with a little blood. He was a barbarian young man.
"Who are you?"
Taishan's face was calm, but still looked arrogant.
"My uncle's name is Wuman."
The wild boy laughed.
Xin Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's Wuman! He's Elder Wang's close disciple, and he's here too!"
Someone in the crowd exclaimed.
"He is the strongest disciple in our generation besides Gu Qing! His strength is extraordinary!"
Prince Bai Yunfei of the prairie said with solemn eyes.
"snort!"
Huang Yan beside him expressed dissatisfaction, thinking that he was the strongest!
"A person like you actually comes to such a banquet. According to me, you should go to the wilderness to find your companions." Taishan said sarcastically.
"Uncle, I just killed a fifth-level peak monster before I came here. It was similar to you, but it was much bigger than you, haha."
Wu Man ignored it and mocked with his height.
"I will also kill a monster like you later and let you see."
Taishan said in a deep voice.
"court death!"
Wu Man said solemnly, with a solemn expression, and did not dare to underestimate the other party. His cultivation level was the same as Ming Heng's, Tianyuan Perfection, but he was confident that his combat power would be a bit stronger.
Taishan's heel suddenly stepped back, causing cracks on the ground instantly. Several flower petals flew up with the wind of his feet. The golden sword in his hand slashed towards Wuman. There was nothing fancy about this move, it was just swung with pure power.
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Wuman waved the bone knife, and with each wave, a strong whirlwind would follow, sweeping across thousands of armies. In the blink of an eye, the swords intersected, and a violent roar sounded, stirring up large petals, and then a figure
Keep going backwards.
This figure turned out to be Wuman. He was passively waving the bone knife to block Taishan's attack. Taishan's hair was messy, his eyes were filled with bloodthirsty red light, and the golden sword in his hand kept cutting down.
"How can this be!"
The Immortal Sect disciples lost their voices. What was happening before them made it difficult for them to remain calm.
"How could Wuman be at a disadvantage in a mere competition of strength? His cultivation level is higher than that of his opponent, and he is also a barbarian body refiner. He has natural divine power and an unparalleled physical body!"
Everyone couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.
Xin Zhao looked at the crowd in the Honghuang Palace in the distance. Jiang Yuan and others had calm expressions on their faces, without any hint of surprise, and maintained a light smile.
"He should be a person with a special physique, maybe a king's physique!"
Xing Sheng frowned and said solemnly.
"This can be explained, but it is still unbelievable that this legendary physique can appear here!"
Luo Yu sighed quietly.
Wuman was completely suppressed at this moment, his hands had cracked open, and blood was constantly spilling from the corners of his mouth. His face was extremely ferocious, but he still waved the bone knife without flinching.
Taishan's face was filled with an excited smile, and golden blood spread around his body. The golden sword just kept slashing down, and it seemed that he deliberately did not attack Wuman's vital points, but every time it fell, it was a shock.
De Wuman's energy and blood were in a mess, and blood continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth and slide down his increasingly pale face.
A gust of wind blew up, the petals flew, and the fragrance of flowers spread freely.
The cloth shoes Taishan was wearing exploded into pieces, turning into broken steps and scattering around. A pit appeared on the ground, and a muffled thunder sounded above the sea of flowers.
The Wuman body in front of Taishan was knocked out miserably, and flew far away, falling hard to the ground. The lilac flowers on the soil beneath him were crushed, and the ground cracked in all directions.
A lot of blood was sprinkled in front of Wuman's body, but his bone knife was still held in his hand and did not fall off.
He didn't make any sound, he just stood up with difficulty, his eyes showing unyieldingness.
Seeing this, Taishan's expression became solemn and he held his sword horizontally in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, he drew his sword. He didn't want to give Wuman a chance. Even though Wuman was able to stand up, which surprised him and made him feel an inexplicable emotion, he knew that the victory or defeat in this battle was no longer between the two of them.
It is a duel between two holy places.
"Ah!" Taishan shouted, a layer of golden light flowed on the golden sword, and the mysterious energy diffused into it. This time he used all his strength!
Wuman stepped forward with a knife, roaring, the bone knife carrying a hurricane, and the layers of runes on the knife glowed silver, like stars hanging upside down.
"boom!"
There was a huge explosion, and brilliant light spread out around the two people.
The dazzling light was mixed with the sound of steel breaking. The light dissipated, Wu Man's bone knife was cut off, his body flew backwards, and drops of blood scattered.
Taishan continued to step forward, with the sword's momentum still intact, slashing at Wuman. There was a coldness in his eyes, showing no mercy. He was going to kill Wuman.
"enough!"
At the critical moment, Xing Sheng shouted angrily.
The figure instantly disappeared from the spot. He reached out and blocked the fatal sword with his sword. With a slight backhand shock, Taishan took a few steps back.
"Is this the life and death duel rules of your Chaos Immortal Sect?"
Jiang Yuan mocked, with a bad look on his face.
Xing Sheng's face turned pale and he didn't answer. He just took out the healing elixir from his arms and asked Wuman to take it.
"This Wuman is a direct disciple of Elder Wang Qiankun. Master Xingsheng belongs to Elder Wang's lineage. Now Wuman is at least seriously injured. No wonder Brother Xingsheng is angry."
Wang Xiaoer said softly.
"I'm afraid it will be difficult to be kind next!"
Bai Yunfei's eyes were solemn, and he didn't know when he came to Zhao Xin's side.
At this time, Taishan, who was standing in front of Jiang Yuan, regained his composure and challenged Xing Sheng: "The man in your hands is nothing more than a loser, he is vulnerable to a single blow!"
"Who are you?"
Xingsheng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he stared at Taishan and said.
"He is the seventh holy son of our Great Hall!"
Jiang Yuan answered for Taishan.
"What!"
Everyone in the Chaos Immortal Sect couldn't help but be shocked. Holy Son, this is a supreme honor, and it also confirms that Taishan is a proud man of heaven.
Xing Sheng was silent, his expression still indifferent, but the murderous intent in his eyes had receded. It was obvious that his identity as the Seventh Holy Son of Honghuang Palace had frightened him.
When everyone in the Chaos Immortal Sect saw this, their momentum became a bit weaker, like a deflated ball.
"Who else among you dares to step forward and fight?"
Taishan was aggressive and took a heavy step forward.
Most of the people in the Chaos Immortal Sect fell silent, some were angry, some were unwilling, and some even lowered their heads to express shame.
"no one?"
Taishan said mockingly, and then suddenly said loudly: "Is there no one in the Chaos Immortal Sect who dares to fight me?"
Everyone bowed their heads in shame. There are people here who want to be stronger than Mount Tai, but they are all in the secret realm of magical powers. Even if they go forward now, they will only end up with a reputation of being a bully. It will not be much better than now.
"It turns out that the Chaos Immortal Sect is nothing more than this."
Taishan said disdainfully.
Everyone was angry and clenched their fists, and some even started to draw their swords to kill Taishan. However, Xing Sheng stood in front of everyone, and no one dared to pass his figure.
At this moment, Luo Yu took a step forward, his eyes were cold, and he seemed to be about to take action.
"Let me do it."
Zhao Xin suddenly appeared in front of Luo Yu and stopped her.
Luo Yu's beautiful eyes turned, a blush appeared on her face, and her body trembled slightly.