The gap between Level 2 and Level 5 is so big that it makes people feel uncomfortable!
Taking a deep breath, Wu Hu half-raised the ax and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Ye is just joking. It is said that you have rich fighting experience and have the experience of fighting against others. Maybe I should ask you to show mercy."
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"Senior Brother Wu is really good at joking."
"This is not a joke. Look, yours is a level five spiritual weapon. I'm really afraid that you will break my axe. That would be uneconomical."
Wu Hu said, approaching Ye Shaohao step by step.
At this moment, people outside the venue were impatient.
They originally wanted to see how Ye Shaohao was tortured, but they didn't expect that the two of them chatted in the middle of the field for most of the day, but did not take action.
Damn it, you think you can make the other party admit defeat with your sharp tongue?
"Whether it's a fight or not, all my attention has been wasted!"
"That's right, fight or not, come out if you don't. There are a lot of people waiting to come up behind you!"
"Even though I can understand that you are preparing to decide the outcome with one move, standing still for a long time is not the answer!"
These surging dissatisfaction resounded outside the court, and even the referee next to the court was impatient. This senior with Juyuan cultivation was very unhappy with the two people talking nonsense on the court, and shouted: "It's time to start!"
This loud shout contained his anger, and the sound he made was so powerful that it made the two people in the field tremble.
The one who suffered the most was Wu Hu. The boundless momentum he had managed to build by pressing forward step by step suddenly collapsed with this loud drink.
This time, his momentum weakened a bit, and his body stopped and froze there.
"This is the moment!"
Ye Shaohao's sharp eyes noticed Wu Hu's strangeness, and he was so happy that he shouted: "Phantom Spirit Sword!"
One strike, two strikes, three strikes...
After shouting several times in succession, Ye Shaohao was dissatisfied and waved his long sword. Lines of spiritual power were forced out from the tip of the sword, cutting through the sky and attacking Wu Hu.
The sword light flashed lightly, extremely sharp, like plum blossoms, shooting towards Wu Hu's chest.
Wu Hu didn't expect that Ye Shaohao would take action without even saying hello, and he didn't expect that the other party would dare to take the lead. He was caught off guard, and he didn't even have time to raise the axe, but the overwhelming sword energy reached his chest.
Without thinking much, he had no choice but to turn around and dodge.
When he turned around, he finally swung his ax and shouted: "Open!"
He struck hard and slashed at the attacking sword light.
With a few "chichi" sounds, the sword energy hit the axe, and it disappeared in a moment.
Ye Shaohao's action can be said to be a sneak attack.
There was not a lot of sword energy, and the wave of the sword was not too big. However, Wu Hu could only attack him with an axe, and all the sword light disappeared, and the calmness returned to before.
It can be seen that Wu Hu has reached such a proficient level in using the method of power!
His control of physical strength is just right and just right.
Fortunately, Ye Shaohao had already predicted it and never thought that he would succeed with one blow. Taking the lead was just to get an advantage and keep Wu Hu busy with it.
After three missed hits, he roared a few more times and used the "Phantom Spirit Sword" again, striking four times in a row, and the surrounding area was filled with cold sword light for several feet.
The sword energy is everywhere!
"How dare you try your best to do anything in front of me even though you are a small skill!" Wu Hu, who was prepared, sneered again and again. The murderous intention in his heart suddenly emerged, and all of it was released, covering the world around him.
"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho..."
When the sword light was about to reach him, Wu Hu yelled a few times, raised his right hand and swung it several times, and chopped down a large piece of the ax light directly.
Huhu...
After the sound of the ax, the light disappeared.
Just when Wu Hu was about to sneer a few times, Ye Shaohao shrank his body and jumped over, arriving in front of Wu Hu in an instant.
The long sword stretched out and stabbed directly into Wu Hu's chest.
It's freezing cold!
The sword light penetrates the body!
Wu Hu was frightened, became very angry, and roared: "Go to hell!"
The big ax struck straight through with a horizontal stroke.
"Boom!"
The sound of metal clashing made the air around him tremble.
The sword and ax hit each other solidly, and they were separated at the first touch.
Plop, plop!
The two people in the field took a few steps back under the reaction of the force.
"Impossible, impossible!" Wu Hu's eyes widened with an unimaginable look. He looked at Ye Shaohao as if he had seen a ghost. The hand holding the ax was trembling slightly, and he pointed at Ye Shaohao with his other hand, "How could you possibly
...It turned out to be the third level of Ning Yuan..."
The spiritual weapons were tightly beaten together, and the spiritual power was entangled. He finally clearly felt the state of the spiritual power in Ye Shaohao's body!
That's right, Level 3 Ning Yuan!
Not that damn first-level Condensation Yuan, but the same third-level Condensation Yuan as him!
"What on earth is going on? How could it happen?" Wu Hu's mind was so confused that he couldn't help but talk, and for a moment he forgot to step forward to attack his opponent.
People who were not deaf or blind who were following his voice originally discovered the true state of Ye Shaohao's cultivation after hearing his words and seeing Ye Shaohao's strength.
For a moment, my eyes fell to the ground!
Everyone was speechless, and there was silence for a while inside and outside the venue. After a long time, there was a commotion:
"Oh my God, my eyesight is not blurry, right? What did I see? The third level of Condensation Yuan...Ye Shaohao? How is that possible? Isn't he a waste? How could he improve since he was born with a weak pulse?"