What surprised Pi Xiong the most was Wandong's performance. Facing Wu Qiujun who was at the ninth level of Qi, in Pi Xiong's imagination, Wandong should be torn apart with just one move, but the reality was completely different.
Wu Qiujun's offensive was like a wild lion and tiger, extremely fierce, but Wandong was like a slippery fish. He could always find the smallest flaw in Wu Qiujun's offensive, and he could escape calmly, which always made Wu Qiujun angry. Jumping around.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!" When Pi Xiong was in a daze, Wu Yang rushed over.
When Pi Xiong raised his head, his eyes were filled with dazzling sword lights, and he couldn't help but feel shocked. He didn't expect that Wu Yang had such courage to attack him first.
"Good boy, I think you don't know how to write the word "death"!" Pi Xiong's cultivation level is at the sixth level of Qi. Although it is weaker than Qiu Yunchong, it is much higher than Wu Yang. He didn't take Wu Yang's sword light into his eyes at all. He stood still and pointed his right hands straight towards Wu Yang's sword edge.
However, just when Pi Xiongman thought that he could easily clamp Wu Yang's sword edge, suddenly, the sword light that rushed in front of him exploded one after another, turning into countless dots of stars. The cold light made Pi Xiong feel at a loss for a moment, and at this moment, an unusually fierce and domineering momentum also erupted, becoming so arrogant that it had the potential to roll up to the sky and break through the sky.
"You brat, you..."
Pi Xiong only had time to shout angrily before he suddenly felt a stinging pain on his fingertips. A few drops of blood splashed on Wu Yang's sword edge, making the snow-white sword light suddenly add a bit of blood.
The injury was not serious, it only scratched the skin a little, but the shock to Pi Xiong was beyond words. He, a master of the sixth level of Zhenqi, was actually injured on the hand of a rookie of the first level of Zhenqi. If word got out, would Pi Xiong still have the face to see others
This sword directly wiped out Pi Xiong's face, but for Wu Yang, it benefited endlessly.
The sword that Wu Yang fired out of desperation vividly demonstrated the true meaning of fighting swordsmanship. This not only greatly enriched his actual combat experience, but also gave him inner enlightenment and a deeper understanding of martial arts. Realization and understanding, and what makes Wu Yang even more delighted is that the thrust of the sword drove the movement of the true energy in his body, which actually gave him faint signs of breaking through the bottleneck and advancing to the second level.
"Wu Yang, you are so strong!" Zong Qi was seriously injured by Wu Qiujun and did not join the battle. At this time, when he saw Wu Yang showing off his power and stabbing Pi Xiong, he couldn't help but cheer loudly, his face Full of yearning and admiration.
Wu Yang was originally not enthusiastic about martial arts, but after this battle, he developed a huge interest and enthusiasm for martial arts. Defeating the enemy with a sword and sweeping away the world is so passionate. This is the life a man should aspire to.
The blade of the sword was horizontal, and Wu Yang laughed loudly, glared at Pi Xiong and shouted, "What is this? Wait until I chop off his head, and you won't be too late to scream!"
"What an arrogant boy!" Having suffered a loss at Wu Yang's hands, Pi Xiong was already extremely angry. Now when he heard Wu Yang's bold words, he was even more furious. He clenched his steel teeth and his face was filled with murderous intent.
"Boy named Xu, let's see where you are going to escape!" Just when Pi Xiong was about to launch a mad attack on Wu Yang, Wu Qiujun's loud shout attracted the attention of everyone present.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Wan Dong and Wu Qiujun. They saw Wu Qiujun's figure, like a ghost, transforming into dozens of phantoms, and they all moved towards Wan Dong. At this time, Wandong was already forced into a corner and saw that there was no way out.
"Damn it!" Wan Dong felt mixed feelings in his heart. If it weren't for his poor cultivation and his stature being much slower than Wu Qiujun's, he would never have been forced into a dead corner by Wu Qiujun, with no way out.
Facing Wu Qiujun's offensive, Wandong had no other choice but to fight.
All the zhenqi absorbed from the person surnamed Tian was transformed into dao qi, allowing Wan Dong to break through in one fell swoop and reach the peak of the fourth level of zhenqi. This was originally a good thing, but facing Wu Qiujun at this time, Wan Dong was shocked. Dong was not happy at all. What does this little improvement mean to Wu Qiujun
"Old thief Wu, I will fight with you!" Adhering to the principle that he was uncomfortable and would never let Wu Qiujun have an easy time, Wandong gathered all the Tao Qi in his body without losing a trace. .
The four palms intertwined, and with a rumbling explosion, it shot straight into the sky. It is no exaggeration to say that Wandong's figure was like a baseball that had been blown away, flying straight back more than ten feet.
Wu Qiujun's palm was really cruel, and it was aimed at Wandong's life. As soon as the strength of the palm dissipated, everyone immediately discovered that Wandong's face was as pale as a piece of paper, and his mouth was spraying blood outwards.
The pain was so intense that Wandong had to grit his teeth to keep from passing out. Almost all the internal organs in the body were displaced, and it was even more deadly than the kick Tang Xinyi gave Xu Yaoting.
"Yao Ting!" Seeing that Wan Dong was so seriously injured, Leng Yuecui felt like someone had punched her heart hard. The suffocating pain and the strong fear of losing her beloved all made Leng Yuecui feel... Yue Cui could hardly bear it.
"Boss!" Wu Yang and Zong Qi were even more panicked. They rushed forward desperately and helped Wan Dong.
Thanks to these two brothers, otherwise, Wandong would not even have the strength to stand up at this time. Who has never died since ancient times? Death is nothing to be afraid of. What scares Wan Dong is that he cannot stand and die in front of his enemy. Too cowardly, not his style!
"Brothers, use some strength. Don't let your boss... have to kneel down and die in the end. We can't afford to lose this man..." Wan Dong put his hands on the shoulders of Wu Yang and Zong Qi, holding back the pain. Said with a sad smile.
"Boss..." As soon as Wan Dong said these words, Zong Qi and Wu Yang couldn't stop their tears from flowing down. They held Wan Dong's shoulders and lifted them up with all their strength, making Wan Dong stand even harder. Straight.
"Is this guy still a human being? Can he still laugh at this time?" Looking at the sad smile on Wandong's face, Tang Xinyi shouted in her heart, and the tears in her eyes rolled down involuntarily.
Tang Xinyi never dreamed that one day, she would shed tears for this bastard young master whom she hated so much that she almost kicked him to death.
Duan Lengyan didn't know why, but suddenly there was a burst of sadness in her heart, and she turned her head aside.
"Hehe... Old thief Wu, your kung fu is not very good. I thought you could save me with one palm. It seems that I think highly of you!" Wan Dong stared at Wu Qiujun, evil ’s smile. (To be continued)