Yang Wu tilted his body and rolled a few times, which was a rather rough movement in martial arts.
The beautiful thing is that in terms of proficiency, just like the speed of a swordsman, there will be a qualitative leap after tens of millions of times.
Yang Wu's martial arts skills can be called teleportation.
The Qi-training and foundation-building monks who were not strong enough saw Yang Wu reach the back of the nine-tailed spirit fox in the blink of an eye, raising his knife and dropping it. That heart-rending fox roar was like the nine-tailed spirit fox losing one in pain.
Caused by the tail.
(ˊˋ*)Jiang Xue...
"Well done!"
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(ˊˋ*)Li Qingchui...
"One more!"
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Lu Leyao had a stern face, which of course could not achieve the effect of majesty and intimidation. People should do whatever they want.
Is this really good?
Jiang Xue and Li Zhuchui were immersed in their own shouts, intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
After letting myself go, I felt proud that I was the most handsome guy in the room, without caring about other people's feelings.
Lu Leyao was not very unhappy.
It’s not that they were angry because they cheered up Yang Wu, but that it was not good for them to play such a villain who was struck by lightning.
There is basically no one who has no merit and luck and can fight with Ji Qing without hurting himself.
The nine-tailed fox was already deeply damaged by this attack. The nine-tailed fox is a demon and the ten-tailed fox is a fairy.
This spirit fox Ji Qing had devoted more than two hundred years of hard work to let Yang Wu cut it off. Whether the demon fox could return to its original talent, let alone how many talents and treasures it would take.
The possible outcome may be that the work is in vain.
Ji Qing's expression was as ugly as his eyes were about to burst. His beautiful eyes were full of hateful determination, and he drew his sword so fast that it was impossible to detect it with the naked eye.
One sword cuts a thousand times, and the sword energy stretches thirty thousand miles, reaches the sky, breaks through the sky and soars into the sky.
Jiang Xue looked down on Ji Qing. At this moment, she was dumbfounded and couldn't help but blurt out: "As expected of a female pig, she is really amazing! What should I do? What should I do? Don't you care about the masters? Is Yang Wuzhao in charge?
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With such a powerful method, he deserves to be the number one Taiqing Golden Pill, and Yang Wu is naturally not weak either.
The power of the nine-tailed spirit fox is obvious to all, and it has allowed Ji Qing to remain invincible in many battles with his fellow disciples.
Using only an ordinary martial skill to cut off the tail of a nine-tailed fox shows how powerful it is.
Sitting on both sides of the battle platform were Daojun Feng Hengxu, who held the sword, and Daojun Xiao Qingfeng Huayang, sitting upright with their bald heads still without hair.
The little old man was in rags, but his eyes were sharp.
The bastards are very bad. When they think about themselves, who have been here for more than a hundred years and still can't grow a single hair on their heads, they secretly gnash their teeth with hatred.
I can't help but sigh at the strength of this generation of disciples.
The Yuan Ying seniors use their own consciousness to communicate.
Everyone is praising them. The disciples of this generation are strong. Every Dao Lord has his own favorites. Whichever one he pulls out in other eras will be a strong man who can control the world. He will amaze an era and be the chosen one. Generally speaking,
exist.
There is a prophecy in Tianji Pavilion in the far west.
The chosen son of this generation is in Taiqing.
Everyone knows that the Chosen Son is two extremes for the sect and is not a good thing.
The result of a single show is that the disciples of the sect will wither away one after another.
Over the past two hundred years, Taiqing has developed strangely in another direction. Although the disciples are not as harmonious as watching and helping each other, new golden elixirs are indeed springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain.
This chosen son is a kind and virtuous person.
The prosperity of Taiqing is just around the corner.
Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
Nascent Soul Dao Lords naturally have their own ideas, and they are also fully prepared to stop the two of them when they fight to the death.
So Yang Wu still has fighting power now, and Ji Qing's ultimate move is astonishingly powerful. Hengxu Daojun and Huayang Daojun are by his side, and several other veteran empresses are sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, and they can still talk and laugh intermittently.
Yang Wu lived up to everyone's expectations and advanced without retreating. His body instantly expanded dozens of times, and he was as ferocious as a monster. He swung the nine-ring machete and slashed at the giant sword.
"Qiang!"
The spiritual energy exploded and sparks flew everywhere.
Huge spiritual energy ripples shook the space around the battle platform, and the strong wind tore through the surrounding space like chaos in the turbulence of time and space.
The runes on the weak edges of Yang Wu and Ji Qing's robes broke apart, making a popping sound.
If the robes chosen by both of them were not of the highest quality, it is unknown what kind of white scene would have occurred under such a violent explosion.
Ji Qing's overwhelming hatred turned into an indestructible fighting spirit, and she rushed towards her opponent like a hula monk. Yang Wu's momentum also continued to rise.
In this broken space, ancient mysteries from ancient times resounded.
He seemed to see the thick back holding the sledgehammer again, fighting, fighting, fighting...
Only an indestructible fighting spirit is the most powerful state for a warrior.
After the two struck, there was no intention of stopping. They stood in the strong wind and struck with a series of swords, regardless of whether they were sending four pieces or the huge aura light group produced by the aura pump color.
It seemed like there were only two of them fighting in the world.
A determination that will not give up even if it means life or death.
Yang Wu used to be a little transparent, but even after cultivating the golden elixir, having such a powerful strength really made his colleagues talk in admiration.
Especially Jiang Xue.
It is impossible for Ji Qing to be killed. If he loses in such a public place, how can he have the dignity to be called Taiqing's twin sister with her? She likes to be embarrassed most.
"Lu Leyao, do you think Ji Qing will win?"
The words he spoke were questions, but his expression was one of triumph, and he was already convinced that Ji Qing would win or lose.
Li Qingchui said: "Of course I will lose. You don't know that Yang Wu's natal magic weapon was forged by Zhui'er Niang. I also fell in love with Chui'er Niang's guidance in his physical training. It is not as strong as Hongmeng Ba Tian Jue."
He is fierce and domineering, and his power is also extraordinary. It is impossible to lose!"
Strong against Lu Yuanniang.
Li Qingchui has extraordinary self-confidence. Even just meeting Lu Yuanniang is a blessing for others, let alone receiving advice from him and forging magic weapons for him.
Appearance is the peak.
Of course, you have to defeat your opponent completely.
Lu Leyao...
"The spiritual energy in Ji Qing's body is mellow and powerful, and her body is several times that of a monk of the same level. If I can't defeat my mother with one blow, I will never suffer a loss when playing on a trumpet."
Is it large in size? Lu Leyao was just talking nonsense. In fact, it was an inexhaustible spiritual spring that Ji Qing could use. She got that benefit when she built the foundation.
Jiang Xue knows this better.
Wherever there is a large body, it is obviously the spiritual spring space. If it had been given to her a few years earlier, I would have snatched this treasure from her no matter what.
Just as Lu Leyao guessed.
Ji Qing became stronger and stronger, while Yang Wu gradually became a little weak.