"boom--"

The explosions were loud and powerful, and the ground was blown up. Grass branches flew across, revealing the yellow soil under the black skin on the surface.

A strong force poured into Zhu Biao's body

Zhu Biao couldn't help but swayed, and the big man flew out instantly like a bullet.

The most surprising thing was Hei Wuchang. His body couldn't help being excited and flipped back, falling to the ground. There was a faint pain in the tiger's mouth. The palm force of the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" slapped on the mourning stick shocked Hei Wuchang.

Say, this has never happened before

This mourning stick is made of thousand-year-old ironwood retrieved from the Nanheng Region. Its quality is similar to wood but not wood. It is several times harder than steel and still has toughness.

Even if he was in a head-to-head match against the veteran Xiantian Martial Arts Master, he would be at a disadvantage in terms of internal strength, but he had never been so shocked by his opponent's palm strength that he was sore from the jaws of his death.

Why not shock him? Of course, before he could even scream, Zhu Biao had already hit him in the chest with a 'sudden' move with two palms.

"Ha!" With a wild cry, Bai Wuchang clenched the mourning stick with both hands, rushed out from the forest, swooped down in the air, and rushed toward Zhu Biao like an eagle hunting a rabbit.

How could Zhu Biao not feel it when a violent force of energy rushed toward him? His heart trembled, and he immediately concentrated his palms. The extremely cold internal force caused a layer of white to split several feet around his body.

Frost's two palms were separated, and the 'Riche Dachuan' was launched, and the surging internal energy was like a rainbow heading towards the two mourning sticks that were pressed at the same time.

"Boom!" Zhu Biao's body went crazy and he took five steps back. His chest felt tight and he almost vomited blood. His arms were sore and numb. One against two, but it was two innate masters. The effect was completely different from before. Zhu Biao naturally ate it.

some small losses

Bai Wuchang was not much better. His figure was bounced back from the shock, and his arms were a little numb. He couldn't help but feel horrified. Zhu Biao actually had such terrifying strength. Both he and Heiwu Singer still had the energy to endure?

Just when he was about to fall to the ground, a hand suddenly stretched out from beside him

It was Hei Wuchang's hand. The tacit understanding between the two of them was really amazing. Hei Wuchang just happened to catch the falling Bai Wuchang when he was retreating. He gently pulled it away, then shook his hand. He retreated faster, but Bai Wuchang didn't.

Fly again

The flying Bai Wuchang was of course thrown towards Zhu Biao. The force of the throw was so great that Bai Wuchang was like a cannonball, rushing towards Zhu Biao's face.

The stick was held in both hands again, this time it was not a blow, but a mourning stick. With the sharp wind, it hit several major acupuncture points on Zhu Biao's back until it was clearly a wooden stick as thick as an arm, but it seemed to be alive.

, quivering gently in the wind

Zhu Biao felt a strong murderous aura like an ice knife, tearing through his clothes, making him feel as if he was immersed in an ice cellar, and his whole body was piercingly cold.

Zhu Biao knew that this blow was definitely not light, so he kicked his feet back, and the figure quickly retreated. At the same time, the sword was unsheathed, and a bright silver light flashed in the black night. There was no strange feeling, it was just ordinary.

The sword didn't even have a graceful and round trajectory, but there was a frightening force that landed on the weakest point of Bai Wukuai's blow.

The side and bottom of the round head of the mourning stick! It seems that all the cold wind has been condensed into a bunch, forming a destructive wind mass, which hits the mourning stick directly.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and Zhu Biao, who had insufficient energy, was hit and flew three feet away, his internal organs churning. Bai Wuchang's mourning stick, which was like a swift arrow, was also raised high, and his powerful blow was

Indeed, it is frighteningly violent

Zhu Biao's flying figure stagnated in the air, changed direction, and immediately shot away the green horse's back like a swallow returning to its nest.

The strength of the Nether Sect is so amazing that three martial arts masters have actually appeared. If Zhu Biao continues to stand strong, there is no other way than death.

Tonight, he chased Li Yixiao out. Although he had a "path-exploring" mentality, he couldn't deny it. As soon as Li Yixiao appeared in front of him and spoke, Zhu Biao already knew what he was trying to do, so he took advantage of it!

But the current situation is that the Nether Sect is too powerful and cannot be shaken at all.

Three innate masters and a group of powerful generals are more than enough to bury two Zhu Biao. If you don't run away, are you still waiting to be caught or killed?

Bai Wuchang was hit by Zhu Biao, and his figure immediately fell upside down in the void. He was better off than Zhu Biao, only his two arms were a little numb from the shock.

Hei Wuchang gave a soft drink, and slowly pushed out a palm. He used the gentle palm force to delay Bai Wuchang's overturning, and then gently brought Bai Wuchang to his side with his palm.

He was not in a hurry to intercept Zhu Biao. There were three innate masters of the Nether Sect who did not need him.

Elder Zuo took action

He didn't know when he stopped in front of Zhu Puma's head, and stood with his hands tied. A domineering aura came from his not-so-tall body. He stepped hard under his feet, and the ground shook with a click of coconuts. Two coconuts clicked.

The poplar trees as thick as their thighs were shattered to pieces!

"What a profound inner strength!"

As soon as Zhu Biao was about to urge the horse, he pulled the reins. With this person around, he might be able to rush out, but the green horse would certainly not be able to.

Elder Zuo flew over like he was floating! It seemed very slow, but in fact it was extremely fast. The edge of the sword was cold and he kept moving forward!

He used a sword, a soft sword!

After instilling inner strength, he would rather break than bend and become sharp and sharp!

Seeing that Shuanghan's sword edge was already close to him, Zhu Biao had to sigh in his heart, he was going to be in trouble.

There was a clear roar and the long sword in his hand stabbed out. It seemed to be ordinary. Compared with the imposing sword of Elder Zuo, it was far inferior in power, but it was not that no one could see the secret behind it!

The black and white impermanence who had been so indifferent just now stood in solemn silence.

Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for decades. A sense of loneliness and sadness arises in the heart of black and white. It is really incomparable.

The two spoke together, but they didn't make the slightest sound.

Elder Zuo's soft sword, which was as straight as a peak just now, is now hanging down like a dead snake.

Elder Zuo dropped the soft sword in his hand as if he were abandoning his clothes. He had no pity at all for this treasure, which in the hands of ordinary people in the world could make people pregnant and commit crimes, ruin their families and destroy their lives.

A judge's pen appeared in his left hand. Judge, is the judge's pen the most suitable weapon for him?

The Bone Killing Sword seemed to stab straight out, and the speed was not very fast. Elder Zuo's face was solemn as never before! Because what he saw was different from others! The Bone Sword was now changing in many ways, coming from all directions.

It was just because Zhu Biao's hand was too fast and his sword was too fast. The afterimage left behind still confused people's vision, giving people the illusion of slowness.

Elder Zuo waved his left arm, flicking it to the left, pressing it to the right, lifting it up a little, and lifting it down. He pushed away all the long swords stabbed by Zhu Biao, firmly guarding his front.

Zhu Biao stared at his move. This judge's pen was not the embroidery needle of Dongfang Invincible. In terms of quality and length, it was far from the best. However, when held in the hands of his opponent, it was so dexterous that it was beyond the reach of an embroidery needle.

There is no flaw in the whole body, it’s amazing

However, even though Zhu Biao's Bone Sword was much longer and heavier than Elder Zuo's Judge's Pen, in terms of the speed of the attack, Zhu Biao completely destroyed Elder Zuo.

The 30 shot speed bonus, and Zhu Biao's sword technique was already relatively fast, making his sword technique completely turn into a white light.

Although Elder Zuo was able to block Zhu Biao's sword with the Judge's Pen, he was still unable to really swing away Zhu Biao's sword.

Being able to swing away Zhu Biao's fast sword, Elder Zuo stood out in terms of speed, eyesight, and martial arts skills!

But that's all he can do

People who have cultivated to their level can turn any plant or tree into a sword. Elder Zuo used the Netherworld Divine Needle as a weapon, and there was no problem at all.

"The Commander-in-Chief Zhu is unparalleled in battle. He only has superb palm skills in battles on the battlefield, but his sword skills are also extraordinary! I guess his marksmanship should also be pretty good..."

Black and white Wuwei's eyes are not only jealous of being a jack of all trades, but he is also good at everything. God is also too fond of him.

Zhu Biao put his feet on the ground and stood up straight like a mountain. He held his long lapel in one hand and stabbed with his right hand. He moved his sword like flying. Although he was not moving, he still used offense instead of defense.

But there was a black shadow surrounding his body. In the confrontation with the long sword, Elder Zuo, who had experienced the mystery of "Dugu Nine Swords" for the first time, could only roll up and down continuously, his body looked like a ghost, erratic coming and going.

, to cover up the passivity caused by being intercepted or going straight into the loophole.

Sometimes, for more than ten or twenty times, the judge's pen and bone swords would not clash; sometimes, in just a short moment, the two weapons would collide dozens of times!

Elder Zuo was determined to regain his face with his moves. The longer the fight went on, the darker his face became and the less likely he was to see any signs of regaining his face.

Li Yixiao sneered in his heart, looking at the stunned and surprised faces of the Nether Sect members who had never looked down on Beihan Jianghu, he felt happy in his heart.

Let you people pretend to be big-tailed wolves. Now you know how powerful they are, right?

However, looking at Zhu Biao who was not losing at all against Elder Zuo, Li Yixiao's eyes flashed with enthusiasm. During the competition, Zhu Biao's strength was not as good as his own. Now...

Li Yixiao was not a dreamer, but at this moment he couldn't help but think, if it were him, and he was the one who got the mysterious inheritance, would Zhu Biao's achievements at this moment be his achievements?

No, even if I get higher, I will not lead the troops to fight. If I focus on martial arts, I may break into the innate realm.

Suddenly, the two men paused for a moment, then stepped back. Zhu Biao had a scratch on his face, which was left by Elder Zuo's failed attempt to stab his Yintang key point. Elder Zuo also had an extra scratch on his arm.

There was blood gurgling from a wound. This was Zhu Biao's gift to him!

Two drops of blood as black as ink seeped out from Zhu Biao's face. The Netherworld Divine Needle oozed out from Zhu Biao's face. The poisonous blood was forced out immediately after being injured!

"Good kung fu, good swordsmanship! You have such attainments at a young age. Even if you have traveled through the entire Central Plains several times, you are still the best among the younger generation."

Elder Zuo did not hesitate to praise him. Fortunately, Zhu Biao's reputation in the Central Plains in the past was all about being a hero on the battlefield. The story of him killing the martial arts master alone was spread in the rivers and lakes of Beiyu in the Northern Han Dynasty, but it did not cause any disturbance in the Central Plains.

At least the Nether Sect has never been formally preached. It is strange that we only learned about it after entering the Northern Han Dynasty. Because of the twelve days of gods and demons, there are many good and evil in Northern Xinjiang.

He came from the Northern Han Dynasty with his tentacles

Zhu Biao's killing of the martial arts master is not publicized. It can only be said that those people did not take it seriously.

"What kind of swordsmanship are you doing? There is a sword that can defeat all swords. In terms of fencing alone, there are few in the Central Plains who can match it!"

Zhu Biao was facing Elder Zuo and Hei Bai Wuchang. The Qi of the three martial arts masters were all locked on him. He was under a lot of pressure but he still had the energy to speak. He replied: "The fifth form of Dugu Nine Swords,

Breaking whip style——"

Elder Zuo, Black and White Wuchang, and everyone present's eyes lit up: "So, all your cunning just now came from the same place?"

"The first corner is broken!"

"Unheard of, I am even more curious about your sect's inheritance now."
To be continued...