Liu Ruoxian glanced at Zi Ling. After all, she was a master. Her level was only one step away from the realm of martial arts. Naturally, she could see that Murong Wushuang's realm of martial arts was above hers.
Sometimes I don’t care if I praise myself, but if I brag now, I really take action later and can’t beat me. So what kind of face will I face this apprentice in the future? Wouldn’t it be a joke for her?
"Zi Ling, you can't say that. They are all great masters in the world. Even if the master goes up, he may not be able to defeat him." Liu Ruoxian said with a smile: "But if the master joins forces with Lin Tianjue, his fall
Yu Shisanjian cooperates with our Bishui Light Sword, I believe that if you want to kill that guy with invincible iron claws, there will be no more than three moves."
Zi Ling was surprised when she heard the master so humble for the first time and nodded, but she didn't expect that this flattery would not be the point today.
But in a certain corner, there were still eyes watching the battle in the venue.
That's Wu'er, she didn't rush to show up, because she had only one goal: the leader of the Demon Cult.
"Lin Tianjue is indeed amazing, and he is worthy of being the leader of the martial arts world." Wu'er looked at Lin Tianjue's swordsmanship, dancing so hard that it was wind and rain, and there were illusory silhouettes everywhere, and her eyes were blurred, and her heart was full of life.
I am envious. Even if the master is reborn, I am afraid he will not be his opponent.
Lin Tianjue was in a Vietnam War and was shocked. He didn't expect that Murong Wushuang's martial arts were so high, his skills were no less than his own, and his combat experience was absolutely rich. What made Lin Tianjue feel even more outrageous is that
Murong Wushuang has never repeated any move since he started to fight.
Although his sword moves were not repeated, he knew that these changes were just a slight evolution from the old sword moves.
If you continue to fight like this, you have to use a killer move.
Murong Wushuang was even more shocked. He found that Lin Tianjue's sword technique was erratic and he was elusive in his fingers and hitting others. It was elusive. His sharp claws changed with the other party's changes. If it became slower, his own.
There must be an extra blood skull in unknown parts of the body.
The longer he fought with Lin Tianjue, the more he realized that his confidence was getting less and less, and he said to himself: "Lin Tianjue is indeed amazing. I didn't expect that after I entered the realm of martial arts, I could not beat him.
"A pair of iron clawed palms oozed out sweat.
"It seems that we have to use the ultimate killing move to fight him." Murong Wushuang had lost his patience. He knew that if this continued, he would sooner or later be cut into two pieces by Lin Tianjue's sword.
"Phantom Unparalleled!"
Murong Wushuang shouted loudly, and his sharp claws broke through Lin Tianjue's storm-like attack. His claws were as fast as lightning, covering every big hole in Lin Tianjue's body.
Lin Tianjue only felt the other party's sharp claws, and suddenly came like a big net, and immediately covered his sword circle with momentum.
A strong sense of oppression followed. Lin Tianjue immediately turned attack into defense, and a sword light immediately covered his body. At the same time, the true power in his body flowed rapidly, and a layer of invisible energy protected him.
Major acupoints in the whole body.
Murong Wushuang attacked his iron claws, but found that Lin Tianjue's defense was as thick as a city wall, and he secretly shouted: "Oh no! Attack him will not be broken."
He knew that he could not defeat the opponent, and with this move, he would definitely seize the opportunity and find the flaws.
Then the result will be very serious.
As the saying goes, masters fight, win or lose in one move, and between winning or losing, it is almost the result of life and death.
A move does not mean that one move determines the winner or loser, but refers to a certain move. That move must be a cruel and fatal move, and there is no way to save it.
Sure enough, Murong Wushuang discovered that the sword in Lin Tianjue's hand had a new change. The change made him feel a breath of death approaching him.
It is no longer possible to save himself. He knew that the opponent's attacks were all at speed.
"My life is over!"
Just when Murong Wushuang was secretly sighing that he was going to die was ugly, a gust of wind whistling, so fast that it was suffocating.
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Lin Tianjue had already grasped Murong Wushuang's flaw and stabbed him quickly with a sword, and could stab him to death under his sword. Who knew that a strong sword wind slashed behind him.
Although he has the energy to protect his body, his skills have been concentrated on the tip of the sword, and his target is Murong Wushuang, who can't stand the violent sword wind behind him.
He had no choice but to give up stabbing Murong Wushuang to death and return to the sword to save himself.
A sound of it!
Lin Tianjue's sword and a big sword collided fiercely, making a dull sound.
Looking around, it was an old man with a bearded face, with a hooked nose, and a gleam flashed through his small eyes, looking very delicate.
"Breaking Wind Sword Technique"
He knew that this was the Demon Sect's Wind Breaking Sword Technique. This person didn't need to think too much about it. He was one of the three major guardians in the Demon Sect, Xiao Wuming.
Although Lin Tianjue blocked Xiao Wuming's domineering sword, Murong Wushuang did not give him a chance. He broke away from Lin Tianjue's sword shadow, and his sharp claws were spit out quickly.
He grabbed it with a bang, scratching Lin Tianjue's back, leaving deep scratches on his back, and immediately blood flowed, dyeing the torn clothes red.
A sensation of pain caused Lin Tianjue's expression to change suddenly. He couldn't help but pause his sword move. Xiao Wuming's second sword that could not be used in a slap.
Although Lin Tianjue was injured, he saw the other party slashing a sword circle and blocking the knife, but he was in a very embarrassing state. While Xiao Wuming was shooting, he knew that this knife would not hurt Lin Tianjue.
Therefore, he used his other hand to secretly use his true power and slapped Lin Tianjue's chest quickly.
Lin Tianjue avoided a knife, but he was forced to get Xiao Wuming's palm in his chest.
If it weren't for the protection of the body of the Gang Qi, this palm would be enough to shatter Lin Tianjue's ribs and heart together.
Although this palm failed to kill Lin Tianjue, Lin Tianjue was still beaten more than ten feet away under Xiao Wuming's palm and fell heavily on the ground made of bluestone.
A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. There was no doubt that this palm seriously injured him in the martial arts realm.
For many years, Lin Tianjue has not been injured by anyone. Today he finally felt the feeling of being beaten.
"Despicable! He actually joined forces to fight one." Lin Bo angrily spitted on the ground.
Xiao Wuming glanced at Murong Wushuang, and the implication was: If it weren't for me, you would be done.
Murong Wushuang cast a grateful look, and the eyes of the two were completely silent.
If he fought alone, Xiao Wuming actually knew that he might not be able to defeat Lin Tianjue.
After all, he had already seen Lin Tianjue's unparalleled swordsmanship on the side.
Xiao Wuming smiled coldly, flashed his body, and then floated over and rushed towards Lin Tianjue.