Chapter 119 118 Sword of Burning Sky, Sword of Ning Kong 4K Please subscribe

It wasn't until he heard what the other party said that Wang Wu felt relieved.

This guy is a martial arts fanatic. Seeing his eyes so hot, it turns out he just wants to fight with him.

"What state are you in?" Wang Wu asked.

"Breaking the realm of delusion."

"Then you can't beat me anymore." Wang Wu shook his head, "You will not be my opponent, but if you still want to fight, then I have no objection."

The weak challenging the strong is naturally an indispensable part of martial arts. True warriors are naturally warriors, and the challenge of the strong is inevitable.

True realm warriors and true realm monks, these two should actually be called true realm warriors and true realm monks.

Because both sides use the same power system, but one is good at magic and the other is good at close combat.

The martial art systems of Zhendao warriors are mostly passed down in the form of families, and their power, or 'true veins', are often passed down in the form of blood.

True martial arts practitioners have very high requirements for bloodline, just like what Wang Wu advised Yu Xuan: without talent, you can't practice true martial arts.

This is a path that has been predestined since birth. If you have it when you are born, then you will have it. And if you don't have it when you are born, then it is actually a bit of a fantasy to wake up and step into the true way the day after tomorrow.

Indeed, some warriors are able to touch the threshold when their life span is over and their peak period has passed, and they can even almost cross it.

But that's where they fall short.

The body is exhausted and can no longer exert any potential. Life is already like a candle in the wind, and it is not far away from being extinguished.

"Then..." Seeing Wang Wu agree, Situ Qing's eyes suddenly heated up. However, he was still a little unconvinced by Wang Wu's arrogance.

After all, he is a genius. He is only twenty years old this year and is already a master in the middle stage of breaking delirium. As for my younger sister Situ Jin, at the age of 19, she was already famous in Nanzhou.

And he, Situ Qing, was in the middle of his delirium at the age of twenty, not to mention this.

Therefore, Situ Jin and Situ Qing were also called the ‘Nanzhou Phoenix’.

He himself doesn't have any objections to this. It's just a false name, it's not important.

The only thing he focuses on is getting stronger.

Get stronger, get stronger.

"Wait until I finish eating." Wang Wu stopped leaning against Er Niang behind him and straightened up to eat the food on the table.

"Can you continue eating? I'm going to talk to that buddy." After tasting every dish on the table, Wang Wu asked the three banshees behind him while looking at the pile of food on the table.

"Wu Lang, let's take some back to eat?" Several banshees obviously didn't want to stay here after Wang Wu left, so they asked.

"Okay." Wang Wu nodded, then he looked at Situ Jin opposite and asked, "Can these be packed?"

"Just ask your girls to take the table with them." Situ Jin was chewing on a chicken drumstick. After hearing Wang Wu's question, she took out the drumstick from her mouth and said.

"Well, this is not good..."

"It's just some plates and tables, brother Wang, there's no need to worry." Situ Jin waved his hand, and then stuffed the chicken legs into his mouth again.

"Thank you very much." Now that the host of the banquet, Situ Jin, had spoken, Wang Wu would no longer be polite. With a wave of his hand, the three banshees disappeared into the hall together with the table in front of them.

This was given by someone else, not stolen by him.

The Qiankun Cave was obviously not unusual to anyone present. Only Yao Qing looked at Wang Wu curiously.

Seeing his apprentice's curious eyes, Li Shangxuan suddenly felt sad.

"No, when I return to the sect later, I have to ask my senior brother for one to give to Xiaoqing." He thought to himself.

"Come on then?"

After sending the girls back to the fortress, Wang Wu tilted his head towards Situ Qing.

After a while, the Situ family performed martial arts.

After Wang Wu left, the location of the banquet changed from the previous hall to the current open space.

The surrounding lampposts illuminated the entire martial arts arena brightly. Situ Jin's brother Situ Qing stood opposite Wang Wu and performed the standard pre-battle etiquette for a warrior towards Wang Wu.

Wang Wu imitated his movements and bowed to him.

"Haha, fellow Daoist Wang, you don't have to be so polite." Situ Qing said with a smile.

"Master, who will win between the sworn brother and Situ Qing?" Yao Qing had two wings stuffed in her mouth at the moment, but this did not prevent her from speaking.

"There's no need to guess, that must be your Brother Wu." Li Shangxuan glanced at his apprentice, threw the peeled shrimps onto his plate, and then ate one himself, before replying.

Li Shangxuan is almost 400 years old this year, but the bellies of his wives still show no sign of getting bigger. But he thought, it should only be a hundred or two hundred years.

In the middle and later stages of his life, he should be able to have one child, and with luck, maybe two.

Because we are all children of this age.

The higher the realm, the lower the fertility. Genius is a good thing for Li Shangxuan, but it is also a bad thing.

He was in the true state at the age of twenty, broke through the delusion at the age of thirty, and realized the void at the age of a hundred. However, he has not yet broken through, and is even still some distance away from perfection.

After becoming mortal, the fertility of monks will drop significantly, and will drop again every time they advance to a higher level.

After reaching the true state, basically even if you and your wife have children every day, having one in fifty or sixty years is already considered extremely lucky. Because most true monks can only give birth to offspring when they are almost 150 years old.

"What are you doing? Why is your face so red?" Li Shangxuan glanced at his apprentice again and suddenly felt happy.

Li Shangxuan does not have a very calm temperament. On the contrary, he has a very cheerful and playful temperament. He often tortures his apprentices, which is almost the opposite extreme from Yao Qing.

As the adoptive father who watched Yao Qing grow up, Yao Qing endured a lot of torture from Li Shangxuan. It is probably because of this that her character is so cold and indifferent.

All the resistance has been developed.

"I'm going to take action, please be careful."

At this time, Wang Wu in the venue briefly saluted Situ Qing opposite him and said.

Hearing Wang Wu's words, Situ Qing's eyes suddenly showed strong fighting spirit. He flicked his left hand, and a long stick appeared in his hand.

Situ Qing was left-handed and was famous in Nanzhou for the Situ family's "Diyuan Stick".

His eyes tightly framed Wang Wu. He pointed the long stick in his hand and said boldly: "Come on...!"

However, before he finished speaking, Wang Wu had already arrived in front of him.

The two looked at each other, and in an instant, Situ Qing saw countless flashes of blood in Wang Wu's eyes.

"Hahaha...haha, kill, why not kill? Why not kill!??"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

Sounds rang in his ears, and his brain was instantly filled with these magical sounds. A strong killing intent also surged out of his heart at this moment, making his eyes turn extremely red at this moment.

Until Wang Wu slapped his alluring face, instantly sending him flying away.

"Shit!" Wang Wu naturally noticed the change in Situ Qing's eyes just now, but this was not his fault, but the inherent characteristics of Wang Wu's martial arts.

He slapped the opponent on the head, then rushed over and held him down. Looking at Situ Qing's increasingly red eyes on the ground, Wang Wu suddenly shouted:

"Wake up quickly!!!"

The moment these words were spoken, Situ Qing's struggling body froze for an instant, and his expression began to become confused. Then, the red light in his eyes quickly faded.

"Ouch, I'm so sorry." Pulling Situ Qing up from the ground, Wang Wu scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "I just broke through, and I forgot to turn off some things. I almost got you blindsided. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "I, I..."

At this time, Situ Qing, who was pulled up from the ground by Wang Wu, still had a confused expression on his face.

Because he didn't even realize what was happening.

It wasn't until Wang Wu's voice sounded, accompanied by a burning pain on his cheek, that he realized it later:

I have already lost.

"I lost?"

He looked at Wang Wu, who just shrugged. Then he looked at his sister and other people at the scene.

"You have lost." At this time, Li Shangxuan also came to the field, but compared with before, his momentum was completely different.

"Fellow Daoist Wang." Li Shangxuan called Wang Wu. After the other party looked at him, he said:

"Why don't you compete with me?"

Li Shangxuan was also a person who was delighted to see Wang Wu's strength, especially his speed, which was not inferior to him.

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Of course, he, Li Shangxuan, can fly, but someone can't fly yet. Who is better or worse will be judged.

"Okay."

Looking at Li Shangxuan who invited him to fight, Wang Wu also nodded.

Compared to Situ Qing, who was a level below him in strength, it was obvious that this big shot that he had to look up to just a few days ago was more suitable for him.

"Qingping Zong Sword Palace, Li Shangxuan." The long sword behind Li Shangxuan was instantly unsheathed and flying above his head.

"Jitian Vajra Sect, Wang Wu." Wang Wu pulled out the new long knife given to him by Situ Jin and flicked it lightly.

"This is not a suitable place. Let's find another place, fellow Taoist." Taking a look at the Situ family's martial arts arena, Li Shangxuan's feet left the ground, and the long sword came to his feet at this moment.

"Come with me!!"

Then, Li Shangxuan, who was stepping on the flying sword, rose into the sky and flew into the distance.

Then dozens of seconds later, he flew back again.

"What's wrong? Fellow Daoist Wang?" Looking at Wang Wu who was staying in place with a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face, he asked curiously.

"Well, I can't fly."

Li Shangxuan opened his mouth but said nothing.

Two minutes later.

"What do you think of this place, fellow Taoist?"

Sitting on Li Shangxuan's flying sword, the two came to a wasteland hundreds of kilometers away from Situ Jin's home. After looking at the surrounding environment, Li Shangxuan asked Wang Wu beside him.

"Not bad." Wang Wu also nodded with satisfaction, then stood up, walked to the edge of the flying sword, and jumped off.

"Then, let's start now."

The moment he jumped down, his voice also reached Li Shangxuan's ears.

In an instant, a monstrous demonic energy rushed up from below Li Shangxuan.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sword light that seemed to span the sky and the earth.

"Holy Demon Heavenly Sword!!!"

Wang Wu shouted angrily, and slashed Li Shangxuan in the sky with one strike.

Even though it was just a tentative strike, the power displayed by this strike still shook Li Shangxuan's mind.

"Heavenly inheritance is truly extraordinary!"

After dodging the sword that cut across the world, Li Shangxuan sighed in admiration, and his speed instantly reached the limit.

At a super high speed of Mach 15, he rushed straight towards Wang Wu below.

But this is not the limit, at least not the limit of his sword.

Mach twenty.

"Cut!!"

The spiritual sword "Baoguang" surrounding him tore through the air and emitted a sharp roar, pointing directly at Wang Wu below.

In the dark night sky, streaks of cold light lit up, cutting gaps in the air one after another, which could not be healed for a long time.

"Haha! Okay!!!" Wang Wu's figure flashed continuously in the air. While dodging a sword beam, he slashed out with his backhand.

White golden light continued to interweave in the space, cutting the space in this area full of holes.

The Jitian Jumping Technique allowed Wang Wu to cross a distance of hundreds of kilometers in an instant. The figures of both parties continued to flash in the air. With each acceleration, their bodies would violently collide with the invisible wall.

That is the barrier called sound. It is intangible and qualityless, yet it is both soft and strong, and indestructible.

After the speed reaches a certain level, you are barely qualified to "touch" it.

But for the two people in the sky at this time, this so-called barrier was so fragile.

Even the wall of sound couldn't withstand the huge impact. It was smashed through in an instant, bursting out with violent energy.

The ultra-high speed even caused the air to "deform". It began to become fluffy and spread to the surroundings, creating "clouds" in low altitudes that were not very high.

"Bang!"

Like spring thunder exploding, with each impact, bursts of thunder will sound in the sky.

The bodies of the two men tore through the air, creating violent sonic booms, and the power of their weapons was even more astonishing.

The blazing long knife prevents the gas from maintaining its molecular state through intermolecular force. The atoms and electrons are "cut apart" by the knife, and then ionized, creating a large amount of plasma in the air.

The cold sword penetrated the air. Under the extremely low temperature, the molecules in the air that were originally extremely active and were constantly colliding with each other became sluggish.

Wherever it passed, the space turned into a strange liquid state, squirming in the sky.

Extreme speed often represents extreme destructive power.

Sword after sword, cold golden light, hundreds of rounds of fighting, made the sky with a radius of hundreds of kilometers seem like an alien space.

There were long and narrow scratches, and clusters of shining plasma.

Although the sun has not yet risen, this area is no longer shrouded in darkness.

Golden light, red fire, and incandescent cold light.

The seventh-level warrior masters the power of sonic power, and at the same time wears it step by step towards both macroscopic and microscopic aspects.

Mastering the power of atoms is Wang Wu's next lesson.

(End of chapter)