At the 300th move, Zhao Rui and Yeluming separated from each other, breathing heavily.
The Wuji Mind Technique itself adheres to the foundation of one life, two, three, and three, all things. Coupled with the endless internal power derived from the Jisun Divine Art, Yeluming's strength is comparable to that of Zhao Rui.
However, he doesn't have 300 years of fighting skills. At this moment, he is already showing signs of decline. If he tries another hundred moves, he will probably be defeated.
"Haha!" Zhao Rui laughed suddenly: "The Wuji swordsmanship is indeed unparalleled in the world. Given time, brother Yelu will definitely become the best in the world!"
The scene immediately erupted into a storm.
Zhao Ruike is a peerless warrior who simultaneously fought against the three top martial arts masters today and won!
Being recognized by him is enough to prove how powerful Yeluming's martial arts is.
In the next few days, Baidi City became more lively than ever. After receiving the news, martial arts people in the world gathered here one after another, wanting to have a glimpse of Zhao Rui's style.
At the same time, I also want to see who the young genius who is tied with Zhao Rui is.
On the White Emperor's Tower, Wu Chengtian personally accompanied him, and everyone was having a great time pushing cups and grabbing cups.
"Old Man Wu!" Chen Wuji held his wine glass and stood on the tower looking into the distance.
"I didn't expect that you, an old boy, would turn this city into a small river and lake! You can be considered a noble of Nanchu after all. The city left to you by your ancestors was for you to build a country here!"
Wu Chengtian laughed a few times: "These foundations created by our ancestors are not from the right path. Besides, fame, fortune and wealth are all in the past, so why bother to persevere!"
Zhao Rui frowned. He did not expect that Wu Chengtian turned out to be a noble of Southern Chu.
But then I thought again, it seems that the Nanchu aristocracy does not have the Wu family, so it can only be separated from the aristocratic family.
"May I ask Senior Wu, which family in Nanchu are you from?"
Wu Chengtian put down his wine glass, with a look of melancholy on his face.
"Speaking of which, my ancestor also had the surname Mi, but later on the family declined and he was ostracized, so he had no choice but to retreat to Baidi City and devote himself to martial arts!"
While he was talking, a group of soldiers entered the city in a dusty manner.
"Your Highness! Where is His Highness King Zhao?"
Zhao Rui frowned slightly, leaned over the city to check, and found that these soldiers were all wearing headgear unique to southern Xinjiang.
"The king is here, what do you want?"
The leader immediately rushed to the top of the city and delivered a secret letter to Zhao Rui.
"His Royal Highness King Tianluo asked us to find a way to deliver this letter to you!"
Zhao Rui was slightly shocked. Looking at the soldiers in front of him, they had gone through many hardships along the way.
Moreover, not many people knew about the news of his coming to Baidi City. It had only spread in the world in the past few days. They must have suffered a lot to find this place in such a short period of time.
"Ziyun, go get them some food!"
After giving the order, Zhao Rui hurriedly opened the letter, which contained only a battle report and a map.
"I didn't expect to reach Baihua City so soon!"
Zhao Rui suddenly became excited. He had only received intelligence a few days ago, saying that Dai Qisi was dredging water channels all the way to southern Xinjiang.
Unexpectedly, they would directly use troops against southern Xinjiang.