"Quickly get out of here, you'll be too long to beat you back to the outer disciple!" Wu Xianyang waved his long sleeves and set off a strong wind, which swept Song Yujia away from crying and crying more than ten feet away.
"She can't go!" At this moment, Wu Ling said, the voice was loud, neither humble nor overbearing, and full of air.
"What are you talking about?" Wu Xieyang is a love affair, and she can't help being agitated by Wu Ling's words. In the past hundred years, no one has violated his meaning of dancing the setting sun in the Wuzhi Empire. Even Fei Canyun, the great pavilion master of the Huayu Pavilion, has to give him face.
"I said, she can't go!" Wu Ling's expression remained unchanged, and he replied with a sonorous force.
Feng Fuer on the side was anxious, and whispered: "Brother Wu, he is the master of the third pavilion of the Huayu Pavilion, a peerless powerhouse in the realm of chemical weapons, one thing is worse than one thing less, I think, let's go! "
Wu Ling smiled sternly: "She wants to kill me. Letting him go at this time is tantamount to letting a tiger go back to the mountain. I am not so stupid to believe that she will not come to revenge. Right! Since I will fight her sooner or later, why not kill her in one fell swoop while she is weak?"
Wu Xieyang listened calmly, but secretly irritated in his heart, Wu Ling's persistence and unstoppable energy far exceeded his expectations. If it were someone else who dared to whisper in front of him dancing in the setting sun, it would definitely be a slap and slap that person all over the floor, and this would have to be when his old man was in a good mood. If you run into his old man in a bad mood, just wait for the body to be collected. But now he is facing Wu Ling, a genius boy with a promising future.
Just now, when Wu Ling was fighting with the Song family, Wu Xieyang even had an inexplicable illusion. In his opinion, the young man in front of him was dancing the Xingyang to him, to Huayu Pavilion, or even to the present day. The entire structure of Wuwu Continent will have an indelible impact. Although this weird idea is incredible, but it is so real. This may be the unique ability of a martial artist in the chemical weapon realm.
For his first impression, Wu Xieyang was quite confident, and at that moment, Wu Xieyang made up his mind that he must accept Wu Ling as a disciple in this life.
"You want her to stay? Hehe, is there any reason for her to stay? If you can persuade me, I will give her to you and leave her at your disposal." Wu Xieyang said.
"Fist! Is this reason enough?" Wu impassioned, raised his fists high, and said.
Following this question from him, the unparalleled fighting intent on his body suddenly burst out. If the fighting power alone is comparable to the peerless powerhouse in the realm of Yimie. However, even a strong person in the Yisui realm does not necessarily have the aura and killing intent like Wu Ling. Wu Ling had a very serious killing heart, and the thirty-five Song family masters had no survivors. This was the greatest shock.
Few things are more deterrent than death.
Wu Xieyang glanced at him, recovered, and laughed immediately: "It looks like you are challenging me? It's okay, I will accept it. If what I think is good, you should have just advanced to the next step. At the fourth level of Yijin, my old man will use the strength of the fourth level of Yijin to compare with you." At this point, there was a sudden meal, "Little guy, how about we make a bet?"
Wu Ling was stunned: "What to bet on?" For some reason, when facing Wu Xingyang, he suddenly felt invincible. This feeling was the first time he appeared. Wu Ling understood that Wu Xingyang must be very strong, otherwise I would never have such an absurd feeling.
"I won, you become my old man's apprentice; if you win, this girl is at your disposal." Wu Xianyang's words mean Wu Ling is a little confused, and it doesn't seem to be the apprentice of a powerful chemical weapon realm. One bad thing, he didn't expect Wu Xingyang's bet to be so simple.
"How about it, are you interested in trying it with me? I can feel that you have a weird power!" Wu Xingyang moved his arm and looked at Wu Ling with a smile, looking so harmless.
If you change someone, you will not be at a loss when facing someone who you know is invincible, let alone challenge yourself. But Wu Ling has always been a person who likes to challenge. He really wants to try how strong this person is!
Wu Ling turned around and walked to the edge of the martial arts training ground. From the weapon rack, he chose two and a half-meter short knives and held them in his hands in a forehand and backhand posture.
Seeing Wu Ling's weird way of holding swords, Wu Xingyang was slightly taken aback. In this world, those who use short knives generally follow the speed route, but if those who follow the speed route use two short knives at the same time, it will definitely affect certainty. speed.
Although the weight of the short knife is very light, no matter how fast the weapon is, it is a foreign object after all, and it will definitely affect a certain performance!
It was the first time that Wu Ling was using double knives and his posture was so strange.
At the same time, Yue Guli was also wondering in her heart. She and Wu Ling had known each other for such a long time, and there were no fewer than ten small battles between the two. However, she had never seen Wu Ling use a weapon. She even thought that Wu Ling could not use weapons. It turned out that this was not the case. It seemed that the small characters she had encountered before could not even raise Wu Ling's interest in using weapons.
While everyone was thinking, Wu Ling had already attacked Wu Xingyang at the fastest speed. At this moment, the two short knives seemed to be alive in Wu Ling's hands, separated like two poisonous dragons with different sides. Angle towards Wu Xianyang assassinated.
"Okay!" Even Wu Xianyang couldn't help but yelled good when he saw Wu Ling, but it was still too difficult to meet him just by relying on these.
Wu Xieyang passed through Wuling's two short knives as if there were no bones at an incredible angle, and then one fell to the side of the weapon rack, and removed a short knife similar to Wu Ling from the weapon rack. , But his short knife is longer and heavier than Wu Ling's two.
"Very good knife technique, I'll play with you!" Wu Xianyang finished speaking, the speed of the short knife in his hand was extremely fast, even a few points faster than Wu Ling's double knife.
Although Wu Xianyang's single-handedness is very strong, Wu Ling does not have any pressure. Wu Ling who is faster than this guy has not seen Wu Ling, but the single-handed speed is no use.
After all, the single-handed routine is too conservative. If you have offense, you will lack defense. If you have defense, offense will be insufficient. Compared with double-swords, single-handed skills are much easier to learn, but the power is much different.