Once Upon A Time, There Was A Spirit Sword Mountain Chapter 612: : One tree pear flower pressed begonia

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"Wang Lu, if your so-called winning grasp is to let her take the shot, then today's competition is not necessary to continue. We believe that we are not your master's opponent in the Jindan realm."

After the defeat of the King of Beasts, the other real gods have no interest in trying. Even Feng Yin, the first person recognized as the **** of Kyushu in the group, once admitted that it is impossible to defeat Wang Wu in the realm of Jindan, and other people do not have to take their own shame.

Wang Lu explained helplessly: "She is not on today's Jindan group list. Haven't any of you godspots ever seen the list? She is a cheerleader, not a heads-up group member."

After hearing the words, the real people of Huashen hurriedly turned over the Bidou notice sent a few days ago. Sure enough, they saw the list of Jindan group personnel in the attachment, and there was no name of Wang Wu in it.

"Since it is not Wang Wu ending, how can you be sure of winning?"

Wang Lu said: "At this point, you will have to witness it with the majority of Daoists who are here today. I can only say that the program I prepared will never let you down."

After finishing, Wang Lu turned sideways, facing the Jindan team members behind him: "Please senior Wuxu to take action."

In the crowd, a dry and thin old man came out. He was less than five feet tall, wearing a gray-yellow robe. The back was slightly rickety to make him more short, and he carried a lantern in his hand, just in the lantern. Instead of bringing light, the candlelight dims the surrounding light.

The face of this old man was like a zombie, he turned his head slightly and said to Wang Lu stiffly: "You and I are both Jindan, so you do n’t have to call my predecessors more than you."

Speaking, Wu Xuzheng slowly walked into the martial arts stage.

His pace is slow and stiff. Every step brings his body to sway and shake. The lantern in his hand is erratic, perfect to interpret what is the remnant of the wind candle ... But after he walked onto the field, he snorted and said : "I am still very young!"

There was a burst of laughter immediately.

This Wuxu real person is also very famous in Xiuxian Realm. When he was young, he practiced a wind and thunder forging body skill, which tempered the flesh to be extremely strong. Obviously from a strange place, the Lantern of Souls contains thousands of magic spells, but it is even more brave than the sword repairers who specialize in fighting. Although it is Jin Dan, there are many Yuanying real people. Unfortunately, as he ages, the side effects of Feng Lei's body-building exercises gradually show up. The burly body, which was once high at the peak, has been shrinking, and it is no longer fierce.

However, Rao is so. The ghost lantern in his hands and hundreds of years of battle experience are enough to make him among the top Jindan at that time. The only ridiculous thing is that this old man refuses to convince the old, and always regards himself as a young man with a magnificent appearance.

According to rumors, at the beginning of this contest, the little old man ran to sign up for the men ’s beauty contest.

After Wuxu came on the stage, a few gods passed on to Yuanshen and had a close talk.

Everyone is reluctant to end up with this old Jin Dan. Wuxu is too old, even older than the old guy like Feng Yin ... even if he has a magic spell Reaching the pinnacle is definitely the top power among the real people of Jindan, but even if you win, it is invincible.

After discussing it, no one volunteered, so Feng Yin sighed: "Since this is the case, then I will ..."

Without talking, a young man dressed as a scholar smiled and said, "Then it is still up to me. If Fengyin's team shoots, what suspense will there be in this contest? It ’s a bit of pain for the chief of your school. "

Feng Yin smiled bitterly without answering. This person is a scholar of Sanhe, the landlord of the Wanxuan Building of the Wanshen League of Wanxianmeng. He behaves just as well as evil, and he is neither close nor alienated from the major schools. The character is also unpredictable. It ’s just that he did n’t mean it. If he made his own shot, Wang Lu could n’t let the Spirit Sword master defeat, and ran to the opposite **** to disguise, even if there was anything that could make Jin Dan overcome the gods, it ’s a waste of time.

But since his family knows his own affairs, Wang Lu ’s sense of belonging and loyalty to the Spirit Sword School is undoubted, but also undoubtedly, this guy will not be soft-hearted when he pits himself out ...

So the Sanhe scholar came forward, and Feng Yin was really relieved, because he could finally watch the development with peace of mind, and see how Wang Lu planned to make up for the huge gap between Jin Dan and Huashen.

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After Sanhe Scholar came to power, his face was still filled with an excited smile: "Wuxu real person, I have been famous for you for a long time. When you were struck by the thunder and forged your body, you were all memorable. Those today are unforgettable. The old guys are self-confident, so let's take a look at the two young people. "

The expression on Wuxu ’s face was tense, but when Sanhe Scholar talked about two young people, his face suddenly shivered.

Sanhe scholar raised his eyebrows and said, "Although I still have a lot to say to you, I can't let so many viewers wait for it, so let's do it first."

He said, he lifted a bamboo tube and said righteously: "Please take care of Wuxu Taoist friends. My name is Sanhe Scholar, this is my first river."

After finishing, he opened the lid of the bamboo tube and poured a black ink from it onto the floor of Yanwuchang.

The bamboo tube looks small, but the capacity is quite amazing, and soon the ink flows into a stream on the ground. The Wuxu Taoists watched from a distance. Although the face did not move, the lantern in his hand was stable, and there was no shaking.

The opponent is a real deity, even if it is forcibly suppressed to the Jindan realm, it is still an insurmountable peak. What seemingly mediocre movement must contain some murderous opportunity.

At the same time, people outside the field are also paying attention to Sanhe's methods. This deity is always known for its strangeness, and as the landlord of Wanshulou, he has almost no record of shots, so few people know his cards. Fortunately, it seems that I can finally get a glimpse.

The ink in the bamboo tube is still flowing, far beyond what it seems to be, but the technology of mustard Nasumi has already been popularized. Since this bamboo tube is the spiritual treasure of Sanhe scholars, it is not uncommon to have this function. It's just that the ink has been flowing for a long time, but I haven't seen other famous halls.

Sanhe scholars poured ink for a while, and it was also strange: "Wuxu Taoist, do n’t you come to stop me? If I go on like this, I will feel invincible. I heard that you used to be like wind and thunder. , Become so lethargic. "

Nothing else, but a sullen mood suddenly irritated Wuxu. He immediately shook the lantern, and thousands of ghosts and ghosts screamed out of it, and the temperature on the Yanwuchang suddenly dropped, and the ground also froze.

Soon, even the sky becomes dark and then dark. There was a lot of discussion, and it was unexpected that the lanterns of Wuxu contained such a powerful ghost, which could cover the sky and hide the sun from the sky.

It ’s just that Wuxu was stunned, because although he summoned the strongest ghost, the big dark sky that could allow the ghost to exert its strongest strength had n’t had time to lay out. of.

At the next moment, Jinxu of Wuxu Yufu trembles violently, and his instinct drives him to look up.

A dark waterfall descends from the sky like a river overflowing from the sky, infesting everything. Thousands of ghosts and ghosts placed in the air were stained with ink, and suddenly screamed and melted, mixed into the ink, and became a dark black.

Wu Xu himself responded in time, using a lantern to prop up a piece of the same darkness, hiding himself in a black rainstorm and trying to support it.

Sanhe scholars, really deserved reputation, this ink dyes the long river, it is so powerful under the Jindan realm alone! It's almost comparable to the fairy killing power of Qionghua Fairy!

It ’s no wonder that he said that victory is not invincible. If he tries to attack at the beginning of the war, he will not let him open the bamboo tube. If he wants to come to this river, he will not have such a strong power at once ...

Is it really because of his old age that his personality has become dull and weak? Can you never return when you are young and invincible?

Thinking about this, the lanterns in the hands of Wuxu real people shook again, and then he clearly felt that the surrounding space became a little narrower, and he was crumbling under the erosion of the long river dyed with ink.

Jin Dan warfare God, it still seems too reluctant. Perhaps the most elite monks such as Wang Lu and Qiong Hua have some chances to win, but he ...

After all, he is no longer young.

However, at this moment, Wuxu real people in the dark suddenly heard a burst of singing.

A wave of passionate and exciting songs. And the singing sound is not mysterious. It is clearly in my ears, but the images appear in front of my eyes.

This is a clever technique that resonates with the five senses, inspiring people with sound, and projecting information on the other four perceptions!

In front of Wuxu, the girls who danced in lava and flames just before the war began to dance again. They danced around the Yanwuchang, sang loudly, and cheered for themselves in the song!

Wu Xu froze for a while, then shook his head.

It's time for this, even if you cheer yourself on, what's the use? The gap in strength is so large that it is no longer possible to reverse the individual's will.

However, after a while, Wu Xu ’s eyes gradually became blurred, completely immersed in the figure of the girls, and the singing continued to penetrate, like the Qingquan, infiltrating his already dried jade house.

A moment later, an inexplicable force began to rise. Wu Xu was surprised to find that the power that he thought he could never find again started to recover slowly.

Is it because of the singing of those girls? Is it because of the flawless dance posture? Is it because of the **** and enchanting body? Or ... it was just the look of expectation that they vaguely cast, which brought him back to that era of high spirits and youth.

In a trance, he returned to the past, and his once precious partner was beside him. At that time, they were young and full of passion, always sticking together, exchanging their feelings in the most intimate way.

The sky, the earth, and their battlefields are everywhere. The young people of Wuxu lived indulgently and left their marks in many places. And now, as the song gradually enters *, he seems to be young again!

In the lower abdomen, a group of powerful flames is burning! The heat quickly spread to all parts of the body, moisturizing the dry, shrinking and stretching, and endless power was born from it.

"Hahahaha! Girls, thank you for your performance. Next, just watch mine!"