Sheng Fu

Chapter 128 Sweep
The Emperor stood up and stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the martial arts arena. The young man's vigor indeed had the demeanor of Mr. Gu Yong when he was young.

He said with a smile: "In this way, the taste of Bagu's Banquet will not be pure."

"But when I think about it again, there is a young man who desires to overwhelm the heroes, and the worldly etiquette does not allow it, so he lacks a peerless demeanor. A young man should have such a demeanor."

"Having said that, it still depends on whether Qilu Wuju agrees or not."

"A good thing is a good thing, and it must not be made difficult by others."

King Ping understood, he thought that His Majesty would not agree, and would follow the original rules to carry out the final fight.

Immediately, he cast a questioning look at Qilu Wujue.

Fucheng squinted his eyes and replied, "I agreed, and Qilu naturally agreed."

The head of the Seven Laws can represent the will of all members.

Chen Dian also echoed: "There is someone who wants to be the champion, how can we not give him such a chance."

He is not the leader of the Five Jue, but he is the only son of the family among the Wu Jue, and Chen Dian has always been dealing with the incidents on the scene. After Zhuang Qin died, he became the new leader.

Xie Yiming and Sui Ting chose to remain silent. The Emperor had already stated his position. The attitude of the two heads of missions was not important. Both of them agreed tacitly that this was the best situation.

Fighting Yu Wenjun one-on-one is tantamount to courting death.

Sui Ting was a little worried about Fucheng, but soon he was relieved. With Fucheng's strength, even if he was not Yuwenjun's opponent, he would not die by Yuwenjun's sword.

Kang Changzhi has received a lot of stimulation in recent days, but not as much as the current one. He has some doubts about life. As a well-known literary master, it is the first time that his sense of existence is so weak.

Each chose to be silent, and the reasons for the silence were different.

Yu Wenjun stepped to the martial arts arena and stared at Fucheng. The leader of the Seven Laws was unambiguous, and he stood opposite Yu Wenjun in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, both of them showed outrageous coercion.

Numerous streams of powerful true energy streams emerged from the martial arts arena, and each stream could be compared to a knowing blow from a Chengsheng master.

Liu Qinghua's face was as pale as snow, and she tightly clenched her delicate fists.

Jing Peiyao comforted softly at the side: "Don't worry, he will be fine."

Liu Qinghua's heart is still up and down, and the head of the seven laws is also in the early Huangting period.

Although Huadu Mountain is not a restricted life zone in the south, there are many big monsters with strong bloodlines in it, and it is the most suitable whetstone for an outstanding young man.

When Fucheng killed Yue Heng at the beginning, a sense of arrogance grew in his heart, and this arrogance became soaring when he fought against the Huadu Mountain monster.

At the critical moment, life and death were closed.

Fucheng's Huangting Realm has enough weight, even more important than Yu Wenjun's.

He showed a giant sword as black as ink, and said with a smile, "You should know the name of this sword."

Yu Wenjun drew out his broken thoughts, the blade was sharp, and he said slowly: "Actually, I don't know how to use a sword, but I just think it's easier to cut people with a sword."

"I hope you can wield the Taiyue sword extremely nimbly."

Fucheng was not angry, bowed his waist, held the sword in one hand, and swept up with a sword. Thousands of mountains and mountains of sword energy crushed Yu Wenjun, without hiding it, it was a killer move from the beginning.

Yu Wenjun slashed down at will, the sound of the road roaring in the light of the knife, stirring the years, breaking through the sword energy of Fucheng with one knife, like a swimming dragon, stepping on a lotus, seemingly calm, but in fact it is extremely mysterious, like a ghost Appeared in front of Fucheng.

Raise the knife in your hand and drop it, chopping down vertically.

Fucheng's heart rang with thunder, and for the first time he showed solemn eyes.

Raising the sword to block, Duan Nian's volume is very small, compared with Taiyue Sword, it is like a delicate dagger.

This dagger is sharp enough, the moment it touches the Taiyue Sword, its edge is worn away, the sword is silent, and the sword will rest in peace.

Yu Wenjun punched Fucheng on the forehead suddenly, this punch was powerful and heavy, like a majestic mountain flying across.

Fucheng's Taiyue sword was suppressed, so he could only use the frontal punching method of Yu Wenjun. The same punch was thrown out, and the two fists clashed brazenly.

Bang!
Fucheng's sleeves were cracked inch by inch, revealing a strong arm. On the arm, dense drops of blood overflowed, and his fist was already bloody.

Yu Wenjun remembered the martial artist Qinggui he met at the junction of Chongniu Mountain and Tiema Mountain. He was deeply impressed by Qinggui's last punch.

If he hadn't held back that tone, Yu Wenjun wouldn't be standing here today.

Probably because of his admiration for that punch, Yu Wenjun's punch looked like a Southern Xinjiang cannon hammer, but it was actually a punch of death.

He didn't like the green ghost, nor did he feel bad, and Yu Wenjun didn't hit the essence of the green ghost with this punch.

But it was enough to break Fucheng's arm.

Jing Hanqing and Liang Ning were obsessed with what was happening in the martial arts arena. They were a little surprised, but not extremely surprised.

The two confronted each other head-on from the very beginning, and they also decided to judge each other at the beginning.

Yu Wenjun smiled indifferently: "You are very good. You are the first person in the same realm who can let me do my best, but you still cannot freely wield the Taiyue Sword."

Fucheng was frightened and angry, and just about to make a move, Yu Wenjun swept towards him with one leg. This leg was like an iron cavalry charge, attacking the city and pulling out the fortress. In an instant, Fucheng had to raise his left arm to block forcibly.

Bang!
A muffled loud noise erupted, and the powerful legs directly caused the pride of the north to fly horizontally, and his body hit the distant city wall heavily.

Blood stained the ancient city walls.

King Ping's eyes widened, and so did many people on the viewing platform, even the general Yue Bo, who thought that if he fought with Yu Wenjun in the same realm, his fate would not be much better.

This game of catching and fighting, which was full of ornamental, ended like this, and there was no suspense in the end.

Sui Ting's eyelids kept twitching, and his thoughts were complicated.

The gap is so big that it is difficult to let go. The saying that a famous teacher produces a high-quality student is not just a talk. No matter who Gu Yong is, he is also a saint. How can the apprentices he teaches be fuel-efficient.

The Human Sovereign's interest was raised to the highest level at once, with one hand resting on his chin, admiring the young man here.

King Ping calmed down a bit, and said in a deep voice: "Next, let's fight Yuwen Jun together."

Yu Wenjun held the broken mind in his hand, and looked at the most outstanding young people in the north and south, with the same expression on his face, he didn't like to be in the limelight, but this time he couldn't help it.

For Gu Yong, what he did today was a perfect answer.

Liu Qinghua's hanging heart finally let go, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She suddenly felt that Junior Brother Yuwen was a little strange at the moment, without the bookish spirit he had before, and the peaceful mood of Zhongzheng.

What she felt was the determination of the tiger when it came out of the mountain, the arrogance of the dragon when it crossed the sea, and the unparalleled youthful demeanor in the world.

Jing Peiyao pursed her lips and said with a smile: "I didn't lie to you, he really can."

At this moment, Qilu Wujue came on stage, forming a tendency to encircle the young man in black brocade.

(End of this chapter)