Under the moonlight, two figures confronted each other from afar.

The atmosphere was depressing and solemn, and fierce battle was about to break out.

Zuo Qingcang stood still, his face hidden in the shadows, his eyes were like searchlights, radiating bright light in the darkness.

"Crack!"

Zuo Qingcang moved his limbs and a crisp bone explosion came from his body, looking calm, in sharp contrast with Wang Mingsheng who was facing a great enemy.

Seeing this, Wang Mingsheng's eyes became a little more serious and he quietly held the steel stick tightly.

He had heard of Zuo Qingcang's name, one of the top ten young geniuses in Yanhuang. It is rumored that he has experienced dozens of battles since his debut, but has never been defeated.

Although it cannot be compared with Lin Chong, who came out of nowhere, he is also a powerful and powerful figure who is expected to enter the realm of land gods in the future.

If not, why would Wang Mingsheng use weapons as soon as he came up?

However, even with the weapon in hand, Wang Mingsheng actually didn't feel much security in his heart.

Zuo Qingcang brought him too much pressure.

Wang Mingsheng is sure that the other party is definitely a rare enemy in his life. He must fight with twelve points, otherwise he will have no chance of winning.

Unlike Wang Mingsheng's imagination, Zuo Qingcang did not take action immediately.

Zuo Qingcang had a relaxed and freehand smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes fluttered, sweeping over the eight-foot steel stick in Wang Mingsheng's hand, and suddenly raised three fingers: "Three moves."

"Um?"

Wang Mingsheng frowned, and he didn't understand Zuo Qingcang's meaning.

"I'll give you three tricks."

Zuo Qingcang's voice was low, like a big bell, and it exploded in Wang Mingsheng's ears, and the light in his eyes became more and more intense: "Don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

The plain tone contains confidence in winning and unrivaled domineering.

Seeing Zuo Qingcang so arrogant and not treating himself as an opponent of the same level, Wang Mingsheng couldn't help but be furious and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

However, Zuo Qingcang's arrogance also allowed Wang Mingsheng to see the dawn of victory.

"Let me have three moves?"

"Very good, keep looking down on me, I will regret it later!"

As his thoughts turned, Wang Mingsheng gave up his retorted plan.

He snorted coldly, pulled out his posture, removed all distractions, and focused on his inner breath.

"Crazy!"

The blood in Wang Mingsheng's body rushed rapidly, making a sound like the Yangtze River.

Straws of pure internal energy spread into the limbs and bones, causing Wang Mingsheng's slender and symmetrical body to expand in an instant, his hair was raised upwards, and his body's clothes were automatically without wind.

"Swish!"

Two dazzling lights burst out from Wang Mingsheng's eyes!

Without any hesitation, Wang Mingsheng kicked his feet and swept against the ground. His body was almost parallel to the ground. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to Zuo Qingcang, and the steel stick swept across the board!

"Woo!"

The long steel stick slashed through the air and made a harsh roar, like a life-seeking talisman from hell.

One inch long, one inch strong.

Facing Zuo Qingcang, who was bare-handed and empty-handed, Wang Mingsheng took the initiative with the advantage of his weapons.

Although it is just an ordinary move to "sweep thousands of troops", it shows his rich combat experience and skillful and keen on-the-spot judgment.

The fierce and fierce wind blew towards him, causing Zuo Qingcang's skin to hurt.

Even if Zuo Qingcang has a body that is far beyond ordinary people, he would not want to take on this powerful force, and he was extremely fierce.

It’s not that I dare not, but that I don’t want to.

After all, he was mentally normal and did not worry about losing his mind.

In the midst of lightning, Zuo Qingcang took a half step back, and at the same time he took his chest and inhale, his chest contracted inward for several inches.

"call out!"

The top of the long stick wiped Zuo Qingcang's chest and swept it over, just a little bit away from hitting him.

However, this slight distance represents a huge gap in strength.

As the saying goes, a slight difference can lead to a thousand miles of mistakes.

Wang Mingsheng failed with one move, without any discouragement. He injected his internal strength into his hands, and swept the steel stick into a thorn, like a poisonous dragon coming out of a hole and suddenly poked Zuo Qingcang's chest!

Zuo Qing raised his eyebrows and slightly tilted his body to avoid it easily.

Wang Mingsheng seized the opportunity and suddenly let out a loud shout, jumped two feet high in the air, held up the steel stick with both hands, and aimed at Zuo Qingcang's head with the momentum of Mount Tai, and smashed it down!

Zuo Qingcang has taken two steps back, but it is logical that it is nothing to take one more step back.

But for some reason, he didn't want to retreat.

Zuo Qingcang narrowed his eyes, the cold electricity flashed in his pupils, his knees bent like a squatting horse, his arms crossed, his fingers spread out, and he grabbed it like lightning as fast as lightning when facing the steel stick!

Under the addition of internal strength, Zuo Qingcang's arms turned silver and black, looking like steel cast iron, giving people an indestructible feeling.

"when!"

With a loud bang, sparks flew everywhere.

Zuo Qingcang's tall and burly body was half short out of thin air, and his feet were deeply trapped on the ground.

"How is that possible?!"

Wang Mingsheng was shocked.

He never expected that Zuo Qingcang would catch his full blow with his flesh and blood just with his full strength.

Zuo Qingcang's martial arts skills are completely beyond Wang Mingsheng's imagination.

"Save it!"

Zuo Qingcang grinned, showing a sneer of contempt or sarcasm. Then he closed his fingers, grabbed the steel stick, and pulled it with force!

Wang Mingsheng only felt an irresistible terrifying force coming from the opposite side, as if he was about to pull him over.

"not good!"

Wang Mingsheng was shocked, and a strong sense of crisis hit his whole body like an electric current!

When he was unable to do anything, Wang Mingsheng subconsciously let his palm go, allowing his weapon to be taken away by Zuo Qingcang. At the same time, he used a thousand-pound drop, and fell straight from the air and landed on the ground with a bang.

"Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding!"

After landing, Wang Mingsheng still stood unsteadily and staggered and took seven or eight steps in a row, stepping onto the ground with footprints more than half an inch deep.

After finally standing firm, Wang Mingsheng's chest was undulating and his eyes were staring at Zuo Qingcang, fearing that the other party would take advantage of the victory to pursue it.

Zuo Qingcang stood there, weighed it with a long steel stick, and suddenly grinned at Wang Mingsheng.

Wang Mingsheng was so angry that his heart was so bright that he was nervous when Zuo Qingcang smiled.

"This kind of thing..."

Zuo Qingcang shook his head: "It's only worth tickling me."

After saying that, Zuo Qingcang grabbed the two ends of the steel stick and twisted it casually. In Wang Mingsheng's unbelievable sight, he easily twisted it into a twisted shape!

"hiss!"

Wang Mingsheng took a breath of air and looked at Zuo Qingcang's eyes full of unconcealed horror, as if he saw a monster wearing human skin.

He has seen many masters and experienced many battles, but no master can make him feel desperate from the bottom of his heart like Zuo Qingcang.

"Dang!"
Chapter completed!