Zhuge Buliang's palm was crystal clear, and he reached out to grab the golden edge. The sword buzzed, and the golden sword light shattered in Zhuge Buliang's hand.
"Huh, there's something you can do!" The black-faced young man sneered, raised his hand and pointed his fingers, and the golden sword light shot out from his body, hitting Zhuge Buliang like a thundering giant.
Zhuge Buliang sneered, stepping in the air with his feet, and his footwork was extremely mysterious. Zhuge Buliang's body was ethereal, with one hand behind his back. Even if he was avoiding the opponent's attack, he looked relaxed and casual.
"Have you gone out to eat? Is this all you have?" Zhuge Buliang sneered.
"That's pretty crazy!" The black-faced young man quickly formed a seal with one hand, golden light surged, and a mysterious sword diagram appeared above the black-faced young man's head. The sword intention buzzed in the sword diagram, and the sharp edges were revealed.
"Go!" The black-faced young man waved his hand, and the golden sword light in the sword picture flew out, forming a sword net and shooting out.
Zhuge Buliang grabbed it in the air, and a large white handprint came out, grabbing at the golden sword net.
"Clang!"
The white handprints touched the golden sword net, and there was a sound of metal clanking, and sparks shot out.
Zhuge Buliang's eyes flashed with light, and he clapped his palms again, with two large hand seals covering the space. The space became extremely distorted, as if it would collapse at any time.
"boom!"
Three big hand seals were cast simultaneously, and the golden sword net instantly disintegrated. At the same time, the mysterious sword pattern above the black-faced young man's head also turned into little golden lights and dissipated.
"This..." The face of the black-faced young man changed, and he fired several golden sword lights again, but they were easily broken by Zhuge Buliang.
"Eight-level tower!" The black-faced young man shouted, and a small black tower flew out quickly. The small tower grew bigger in the wind, reaching a height of more than ten feet, like a large mountain. The black tower had a total of eight floors.
"Your magic weapon is just like your people... black!" Zhuge Buliang said with a smile. The magic weapon in his hand changed, and a blood seal floated in the air, heading towards the eight-level tower.
"boom!"
The eight-level tower shook endlessly, emitting a breathtaking black light that swept towards the blood mark.
"Humph, I'll beat you until you can't speak!" the black-faced young man shouted angrily.
"boom!"
"boom!"
The blood seal collided with the eighth-level tower. A series of ferocious faces lingered on the blood seal, and the blood was steaming. The eighth-level tower was slightly unsettled. It was bombarded by the blood seal for dozens of times, and some cracks actually appeared.
"How could this happen? This is a high-level magic weapon." The black-faced young man looked very surprised.
"Humph, break it to me!" Zhuge Buliang waved his hand, suppressed the blood seal, and shook the eight-level tower out with a "bang". The eight-level tower once again turned into a small palm-sized tower and flew back to the black face.
Around young people.
"What kind of weird trick is this!" The black-faced young man was extremely shocked.
Zhuge Buliang was also secretly glad that the eight-level tower was indeed a good magic weapon. If he had persisted for one round just now, he might have been defeated. But now the outcome was certain. Zhuge Buliang stepped on the reverse air step and got close to him in an instant.
In front of the black-faced young man.
The palm of his hand was placed on the face of the black-faced young man, and his arm shook. The black-faced young man had already flown backwards, but he just pushed him away, so as not to really hurt him. He had just arrived in Yanzhou, and he didn't want to be with Pan yet.
The family is at loggerheads.
The black-faced young man flew more than ten meters and hit a rock. The rock suddenly flew into pieces. The black-faced young man kept coughing up blood. He struggled to stand up, but his chest felt tight and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
Collapsed.
"This..." Several disciples of the Pan family, including Chu Yunchang, all looked frightened.
"Okay, okay, okay!" At this time, a young man in white clothes with embroidery and embroidery came out. He was slender and looked sick, and his face was pale, as if he was malnourished.
"It's not that simple. How about I come and meet you?" The other party just asked in a questioning tone, but as soon as he finished speaking, the tattooed young man had already moved his hands. He was so conceited that he rushed directly towards Zhuge Buliang, holding his palm