Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Eleventh Hall of Fame: Ao Su!
() Yuwen Xiaobao finally stood under the dozens of jade steps. He raised his head and looked up. The fiery red giant seat looked like he had seen it in a dream in his previous life. It suddenly stirred Yuwen Xiaobao's heart.
"Do you like this chair?"
A voice suddenly appeared in his ears, and Yuwen Xiaobao was startled. His mind instantly woke up from his deep thoughts and fantasies, and he suddenly found that his forehead was soaked with cold sweat.
"I know you like it. You were wandering in your hallucination just now, and your face showed endless excitement and joy! You are a person born to fight! You are a person who is unwilling to be ordinary!!"
Yuwen Xiaobao swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva and looked around. Suddenly, a black war spear appeared on the jade steps. When he turned, the war spear appeared to be sitting on a giant chair like a person.
He nodded towards Yuwen Xiaobao, and then said in a tone that seemed to have a hint of appreciation:
"Okay! Very good!!"
Yuwen Xiaobao is almost stunned. Can Zhan Shu speak?
He patted his forehead and suddenly realized that the soul of the eleventh generation palace master Ao Su was attached to it. No wonder he could speak, but this Zhan was actually sitting on the big chair with a bent posture. Why was this?
"You seem to have a lot of questions? Okay, then should we act first or talk first?" Ao Su actually spoke again.
"Start first, I'm not used to being long-winded!" Yuwen Xiaobao opened his hand, and the Qingwu Sword flew out and held it in his hand. With a wave, it brought up a green light and slashed towards Zhan Li through the air!
'Bang!'
The green light hit the war tree with a loud noise. The moment the green light was shaken away, the war tree came straight towards me like a gust of wind, bringing with it the sound of breaking wind and howling!
quick!!!
Yuwen Xiaobao took a breath and wanted to get out of the way, but he couldn't! This was something he had never encountered before. Even when he faced three fairies in green clothes in the past, he would not be killed in such a single blow.
Turn the situation into passive!
The Qingwu Sword was held horizontally in front of his chest, and he poured ten weights of fighting power into the sword body. He gritted his teeth and opened his steps. He wanted to seal the sword forcefully!
'warehouse!!!'
Zhan Li hit the thin sword body, pressed it, and hit Yuwen Xiaobao's chest. With a muffled groan, Yuwen Xiaobao was shocked and flew backwards. Blood spat out in the air, his wrist went numb, and his fingers loosened. Qingwu
The sword also flew away from his hand.
A ten-level star! He was defeated by one blow!!
He can’t even hold the sword!!!
What kind of attack is this???
'Bang!'
Yuwen Xiaobao fell heavily to the ground and rolled several times before finally stopping.
when······
There were several more sounds in a row, and the Qingwu Sword fell to the ground. After a few flicks, the sound reached Yuwen Xiaobao's ears, which was so harsh.
"What qualifications do you, such a weak Douyuan, have to become a palace master!!"
Yuwen Xiaobao hadn't even gotten up yet. The spear roared and struck again. He raised his eyelids and saw that the tip of the spear was already approaching and was about to penetrate Yuwen Xiaobao's chest.
Yuwen Xiaobao roared angrily, reached forward with both hands, turned his wrist, and let the stabbing tip pass, but grabbed it on the head of the stick, straightened his arms, held the head of the stick desperately, kicked his feet on the ground, and hung in the air
As he stood up, the spear quickly moved backwards, and the tip of the spear actually stopped two inches below the skin of the chest, unable to penetrate even a single inch.
"Have courage!"
Ao Su made a sound again, then bent his body, and his tail was slashed from bottom to top towards Yu Wen Xiaobao's crotch!
Wow! That’s so cruel!
If this person is hit by a chop, at least he will have no descendants, and at worst he will be killed immediately!!
Yuwen Xiaobao unexpectedly showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth. The sword can be bent. Yuwen Xiaobao had long been on guard against this. At the moment, his feet were filled with fighting strength and they crossed each other. One plate! The sword tail that was chopped was stiff.
Lock it!
“Great response!”
"You talk a lot!" Yuwen Xiaobao spat out a few words with blood bubbles coming from the corner of his mouth.
"Be careful!" Ao Su shouted again.
The arms suddenly straightened, and Yuwen Xiaobao couldn't grasp the force of the violent expansion. The head of the arm fell off his hands, and the tail of the arm fell apart from Yuwen Xiaobao's crossed legs. There was no next move at all.
Zhan Li slashed in the air again and hit Yu Wen Xiaobao's left shoulder hard.
‘Crack’
With this crisp sound, Yuwen Xiaobao's left shoulder bone immediately shattered, a heartbreaking pain aroused in his mind, his whole body trembled, and cold sweat broke out.
"ah!!!"
Yuwen Xiaobao's eyes were red, he bared his teeth and let out a loud roar. The already bent foot stood up again and withstood the heavy blow!
The tail bent and hit Yuwen Xiaobao's belly again. Yuwen Xiaobao let out another muffled groan and fell down, knocking over several big chairs. When he got up, he opened his mouth and spat out again with a 'wow' sound.
Spit out a mouthful of blood.
Zhan Hao finally stopped attacking and stood quietly in the distance. Yuwen Xiaobao felt as if there was a pair of eyes looking at him in the dimness.
"It's bloody!"
"It's not fun to fight with you, why are you talking so much nonsense!" Yuwen Xiaobao raised his hand, and the Qingwu Sword on the ground flew into his hand out of thin air. He waved it, causing a gust of wind to whistle, and said again:
"Come! If you can hurt one more hair of mine, I, Yuwen Xiaobao, will kill himself with his neck!!"
"Just one of your hands?"
"A hand."
"Oh? Have you found a way to crack my fighting skills?"
Ao Su was obviously shocked, and stopped talking. He rose up in the sky and flew over like lightning. The cold light shining on the branch tip carried a "whoosh" sound that broke through the wind, as if it was tearing apart the space!
Yuwen Xiaobao held the sword with one hand and suddenly jumped into the sky. Suddenly he fell down on his head and feet and shouted loudly:
"Break gun style!!!"
The green light struck out, bringing up a phantom. There was a sound of 'cang', and the war tree was knocked out. With a 'pop!', it plunged into the ground, and there was another burst of 'crack', and it was broken into pieces.
A dozen white jade floor tiles!
"What fighting skills?!"
Ao Su's voice sounded extremely surprised!
Humph! Yuwen Xiaobao didn’t speak, only snorted coldly:
“Come again!!!”
"You're still here? Damn it! If I accidentally get rid of you, then my Holy Luo Palace will be revived!" Ao Su chuckled and said:
"Since you can defeat my Poison Dragon Drill fighting skill, it seems pretty good."
Well······
Yuwen Xiaobao was slightly startled, so it seems that he passed the 'test'?
"Although Dou Yuan is a little weaker, he is still young after all, so it doesn't matter."
There was a hint of appreciation in Ao Su's words. After all, a sixteen-year-old boy was already at the tenth level of the stars. Even he, Ao Su, could not achieve this back then.
Zhan Hao slowly floated to Yuwen Xiaobao and stopped: "Sit down and listen to me."
Yuwen Xiaobao was stunned and then sat on the ground.
"I have been immersed in this seven-star battle for one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years. This is the last year of my soul. I thought I couldn't wait any longer. I didn't expect you to come today. God's will, it is God's will.