Reborn 80,000 Years Chapter 1007: Compete against each other

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Chapter One Thousand and Seven Fights

After Wu Shanhe moved his muscles and bones a bit, he was about to lie down on the bed to rest, but before he lay down, a sound of footsteps rang from outside the door.

I saw a fellow rushing in, breathlessly saying: "President, something big has happened! The big thing is bad!"

"Huh?" Wu Shanhe frowned, and said suspiciously: "What's wrong, what's the matter? So panicked?"

The man took a deep breath and said, "President, it's not good, the people from Guanghan Palace are here! They are at the door now, go out and have a look!"

"Guanghan Palace?"

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe was taken aback for a moment, feeling a little surprised. Logically speaking, Guanghan Palace is now wanted by Dali Temple, so it shouldn't appear so blatantly.

"I have no friendship with Guanghan Palace. What are they doing here?" Wu Shanhe muttered strangely.

"President, let's go out and see, Ling Yuyao from Guanghan Palace...but some people are not good!" The next person swallowed and said.

"The visitor is not good?" Wu Shanhe frowned and got up from the bed. He didn't say much. After putting on a piece of clothing, he walked directly towards the gate of the association.

Before reaching the door, Wu Shanhe heard a loud noise. Sure enough, I saw a lot of people standing at the door of the association, it was the Guanghan Palace and others headed by Ling Yuyao.

However, after walking in, Wu Shanhe's brow wrinkled.

Because Ling Yuyao at this moment does not seem so kind, her face is frosty, cold as frost, and she holds a sharp sword in her right hand, looking aggressive.

The cold breath rushed out of Ling Yuyao's body, making the surrounding tens of meters into the winter trance. A thin ice crystal has formed on the ground, reflecting the crystal clear luster in the sun.

"Chairman Wu, I have been looking up for a long time!"

Ling Yuyao stood at the gate, her red lips lightly opened, her voice as crisp as a lark. However, in this voice, there is a rush, which makes people shudder.

And the gate of the Martial Arts Association that was supposed to be closed was cut in half by Ling Yuyao at this moment, and the pieces of wood were scattered on the ground.

Wu Shanhe frowned and said: "Ling Palace Master, I have been looking up for a long time, what are you doing? Why did you come to my martial arts association and destroy the gate of my association? This is a bit unreasonable, right?"

"Sorry." Ling Yuyao's eyebrows drooped slightly, and said, "Your Guild has been shutting the door tightly. I have no choice but to make this move. I hope President Wu will not blame it."

"Then I don't know why Palace Master Ling came today?" Wu Shanhe asked.

"I have something to ask!" Ling Yuyao said.

"What's the matter?" Wu Shanhe asked.

"Ask Senior Wu to fight with me, a battle of life and death!" Ling Yuyao said loudly, her right hand shook, and the sword in her hand was directly inserted into the ground, the blade humming.

His!

As soon as this word came out, there was a violent air-conditioning sound around, and everyone looked at Ling Yuyao strangely.

"What's the matter with Palace Master Ling? Is it going to be a duel with President Wu? Or a battle of life and death?"

"What's the matter? Isn't there any unstoppable hatred between them?"

"No? I heard that Guanghan Palace and the Warrior Association have no friendship, let alone hatred."

Everyone was whispering, their tone was full of doubts, and let alone their doubts, even Wu Shanhe, who was the subject, felt puzzled.

Wu Shanhe frowned, shook his head lightly, and said: "Sorry, Lord Ling, I can't agree to your request."

Firstly, he and Ling Yuyao have no grievances and no enmity. Secondly, today he is injured and cannot use spiritual power. If he agrees, I am afraid he will die.

Listening to Wu Shanhe's words, Ling Yuyao frowned. She didn't talk nonsense anymore and pulled out the long sword beside her. With a lightning-fast step, Ling Yuyao rushed directly towards Wu Shanhe, the blade of the long sword pointed directly at Wu Shanhe, the blade sneered in the air, causing a harsh sonic boom.

Swipe!

A sword was swung, and the air seemed to be cut in half.

Wu Shanhe stepped back, evading the sword dangerously and dangerously, and shouted anxiously: "Ling Palace Master, you and I have no grievances in the future, why do you want to attack the old man?"

Ling Yuyao said indifferently: "President Wu, although we have no hatred, you must die today!"

"Why?" Wu Shanhe frowned.

"No why!" Ling Yuyao snorted coldly, directly raised her hand, countless ice crystals condensed on her jade hand. At this moment, Ling Yuyao's right hand was full of chills, and the five fingers looked like white suet, looking beautiful.

However, the breath radiating from it makes people shudder.

Ling Yuyao waved a palm!

Boom!

This palm is strong and slapped directly on Wu Shanhe's chest.

Wu Shanhe was shaken back more than ten meters away. There were five more slender fingerprints on his chest. The meat on his chest was frostbited, and the cold poison bit into Wu Shanhe's flesh and blood. .

"Huh?" Ling Yuyao frowned, and said curiously: "President Wu, why didn't you fight back? You should be more powerful than that?"

"Ling Palace Lord, don't deceive others too much!" Wu Shanhe gritted his teeth, and the sharp pain in his chest also caused a few drops of cold sweat to slip on Wu Shanhe's forehead.

"President!"

"President, are you okay?"

"Ling Yuyao, I'm fighting with you!"

Seeing this scene, the faces of the surrounding Martial Artists Association changed drastically, and they had to fight Ling Yuyao with their weapons.

"Stop!" At a critical moment, Wu Shanhe gave a cold cry and said: "Come back, you are not her opponents, don't die!"

"Oh, just know."

Ling Yuyao Lian stepped lightly and walked slowly toward Wu Shanhe. Wherever she walked, a layer of ice crystals formed on the ground, and the biting cold temperature made people shudder.

Ling Yuyao hit Wu Shanhe's neck with a sword, and said coldly: "President Wu, since you don't resist, I will accept your life!"

Ling Yuyao sneered, and quickly wiped the sword in her hand towards Wu Shanhe.

But at this time!

Before Ling Yuyao's sword could be wiped off, a scorching high temperature was like a sea wave, surging towards Ling Yuyao overwhelmingly.

Chichichichi...

Where the high temperature passed, the surrounding frost disappeared instantly, and a fiery red figure appeared in front of Wu Shanhe.

She raised her hand and gently grabbed Ling Yuyao's sword.

The hot lava gushed from her right hand, and Ling Yuyao's sword was directly melted into molten iron, and fell to the ground tick by tick.

For a while, Ling Yuyao left only a bare sword hilt in her hand.