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Chapter 757 Fighting Skills

After listening to my words, everyone immediately focused their attention on the arena. The battle between Wang Meng and the Zhengqi Sect disciples has just begun. No one knows what will happen next. Judging from the current situation, Wang Meng will be slightly behind.

However, the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, and there are many keys to determine the final outcome. No one knows who will be the final winner until the last moment.

After Wang Meng and the disciple of the Zhengqi Sect cast the Explosion Talisman at the same time, the two talisman papers collided together, making a roar and canceling each other out. This shows that their internal strength is at the same level, but one cannot tell from this point alone.

With all their strength, who knows if they have any hidden strength.

"Maoshan is nothing more than that!" Zhengqi Sect disciples sneered, "The game is over, you should die!"

After some testing, the Maoshan disciple had a preliminary understanding of Wang Meng's strength and believed that he was fully capable of defeating him. With an angry roar, the Zhengqi Sect disciple moved again and rushed towards Wang Meng at an extremely fast speed.

What is he going to do?

After everyone saw this scene, they were very puzzled. Now it was a competition of Taoism. Why did the disciple of the Zhengqi Sect use martial arts with fists and kicks to deal with Wang Meng? Isn't this looking for death?

Wang Meng did not stand still, he also moved, his huge body running very fast with an extremely flexible posture, but he did not rush towards such a disciple of the Zhengqi Sect, but ran to the side.

The disciple of Zhengqimen threw three talismans while running and hit Wang Meng. The three talismans flew away in the shape of Wang Meng. When the talismans came close to Wang Meng, someone suddenly saw Wang Meng's hair standing up.

It was like touching extremely powerful static electricity. My beautiful lady 757

"No...this is...a thunder curse!"

Jiang Beihan suddenly looked at the changes on the field in shock. The disciple of Zhengqi Sect was using the thunder spell that had been lost in our country for a long time. This kind of spell has not been used by anyone in the country for many years. Unexpectedly, in Korea,

After using it in his hand, everyone was filled with shock and confusion.

Wang Meng suddenly felt a numbing feeling coming from the air. He wanted to dodge and move quickly, but no matter where he went, there was that numbing feeling in the air, and it became stronger and stronger.

The three talisman papers rotated for a few times and then suddenly exploded. The rumbling sound was endless. From a distance, people would have mistaken it for thunder.

Wang Meng felt the pressure. Since he had no choice but to fight with all his strength, he instantly threw an invisibility spell and disappeared from everyone's sight. This scene made the disciples of the Zhengqi Sect look surprised. They did not expect Wang Meng to be alone.

Third-generation disciples can also use the invisibility spell.

But when Wang Meng used the invisibility spell, several loud noises sounded at the same time, boom... the sound exploded in the open space. Wang Meng did not escape the disaster because of his invisibility, the thunder still hit him.

There was a burning smell in the air, and Wang Meng soon realized that the clothes on his shoulders had torn a fist-sized hole, blood was flowing out, and the wound was a bloody mess.

"Fortunately, the opponent's Thunder Curse skills are not deep, otherwise Wang Meng would have been lying down long ago, which is a blessing in misfortune!" Yelveng said seriously as he looked at the field.

We all mentioned that Wang Meng was in a cold sweat. Fortunately, it was not serious, but the injury to his left shoulder would definitely affect Wang Meng's performance.

The disciples of the Zhengqi Sect were ready to attack again, but Wang Meng raised the peach wood sword in his hand, and then threw a piece of talisman paper into the sky. He took a step back, jumped into the air, held the hilt of the sword in both hands and swung it suddenly in the air, whoosh...

The talisman paper in the air was thrown out by the sword and flew towards the Zhengqi Sect disciple. The Zhengqi Sect disciple did not pay attention to it, but swung his sword to split the talisman paper thrown by Wang Meng, but when his sword touched

When he was picking up the talisman, a wave of heat suddenly hit his face, and the talisman instantly burned to ashes.

A ball of fire suddenly burst out from the tip of the peach wood sword in the hands of the disciple of Zhengqi Sect, burning down the tip of the sword!

"Fire Talisman!" Several masters from the Zhengqi Sect said in surprise.

But what shocked them most was not that Wang Meng used the Fire Talisman, but that the peach wood sword in the hands of the Zhengqi Sect disciples was ignited. The peach wood sword was not an ordinary wooden sword. The process of making a peach wood sword was very long and complicated. After many steps

The craftsmanship, although it is a wooden sword, is very hard and wear-resistant, and it is even less likely to burn easily.

But the peach wood sword in the hands of the Zhengqi Sect disciple not only burned, but the fire was very fierce and burned rapidly down the tip of the sword. The Zhengqi Sect disciple's face darkened, and then he slapped his sword with a powerful palm.

The wind blows out, trying to extinguish the fire on the peach wood sword. My Beautiful Wife 757

Unfortunately, it didn't have any effect, and it quickly burned to the hilt of the peach wood sword. In the end, the disciple of the Zhengqi Sect had to throw away the peach wood sword in his hand, otherwise his hands would soon be burned.

"Young little Jier!" The Zhengqi Sect disciple looked at Wang Meng with disdain, "I can still defeat you without the peach wood sword!"
Chapter completed!
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