A figure like an old fairy fell from the sky, his snow-white robes fluttered in the wind, and he made a hunting sound.
The surrounding breath flowed rapidly with his body, and it seemed as if the color of the world was changing.
"King Zhao of Dashang, I have heard about his name for a long time, and I didn't expect to meet him in Baidi City today!"
Zhao Rui dodged and took advantage of the surrounding buildings to fly into the air. He reached the top of the tower and faced Wu Chengtian.
"Senior, I have two reasons for coming here today. One is to challenge senior, and the other is to borrow a sword from here!"
"Borrow a sword?" Wu Chengtian was slightly startled. "Your Highness, you know that if you want to borrow a sword from Baidi City, you must beat me!"
"Of course I know!" Zhao Rui slowly pulled out the King Yu Sword: "So today, the junior will definitely beat the senior!"
A rather arrogant voice rippled out, and the entire Baidi City trembled.
"This Prince Zhao of Dashang is too crazy. Senior Wu is the number one in the world. How can he want to surpass him just by talking about it?"
"I heard that King Zhao is the descendant of King Jingtian of Dongliang, and his martial arts skills are extremely high. Maybe it is really possible!"
"I think Mr. Wu is at least one hundred and thirty years old this year, and his centuries-old skills are not something that a young boy in his twenties can easily shake!"
...
Wu Chengtian suddenly became interested.
"It seems that King Zhao is here to ask for a sword. I wonder which sword King Zhao has chosen? He doesn't even hesitate to challenge me!"
Zhao Rui's face was calm, and the King Yu sword in his hand was slowly unsheathed.
"Heavenly sin!"
Wu Chengtian's body shook violently.
"King Zhao, you know that this sword is the best sword in our Baidi City. It was jointly made by the eight great swordsmiths in ancient times using meteorites from outer space. Its weight alone exceeds three thousand kilograms, and no one can dance it yet!"
"Why is King Zhao here?"
The aura on Zhao Rui's body surged slowly: "Senior, don't worry so much, just take the move!"
The sword energy rippling out of King Yu's sword swept past like a roulette wheel, vibrating with a strong sound of breaking wind in mid-air.
Wu Chengtian was also shocked. He could clearly feel the powerful energy emanating from Zhao Rui.
"Here comes the sword!"
Wu Chengtian shouted loudly, and his centuries-old skill exploded out at this moment, and the many long swords inserted on the top of the city immediately buzzed violently.
A long sword exuding a sharp aura rose into the air and landed in Wu Chengtian's hand.
"I have long heard that His Highness King Zhao is the descendant of King Jingtian. What's more, there is still an unfinished competition between me and the King of Heaven. Today we are going to see how much of the inheritance His Highness King Zhao has from the King of Heaven!"
The sharp sword energy immediately rippled out and collided with Zhao Rui's sword energy.
A tinkling sound suddenly exploded in the sky, shocking and deafening.
The crowd watching in the city couldn't help but cover their ears.
"Oh my God! King Zhao is actually able to fight to this point with Senior Wu. His kung fu cannot be underestimated!"
"I think it's only temporary. Over the past hundred years, I don't know how many people have come to challenge me. Some of them have not been defeated and fled, and some have even died on the city walls!"
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Most people present were not optimistic about Zhao Rui. After all, Wu Chengtian's reputation as the best in the world has long been resounding throughout the world.
The battle on the tower has reached a fever pitch. The two people are going back and forth, engaging in nearly a hundred moves in an instant.
The sound of the collision of weapons made everyone in the city cover their ears and keep retreating.
Zhaoli and Huang Ben also gritted their teeth, and even the blood in their bodies couldn't help but boil.