Mo Wu Ling Tian

"Huh..." The middle-aged man snorted coldly when he saw that Wu Chen dared to resist so directly in front of his mighty power, and that Wu Chen beat His Highness Feng Tianhua to serious injury just now because he didn't take good care of him.

If this matter is discovered by the empress after returning to the palace, I am afraid that I will inevitably be punished. Although I am already a half-step Martial Venerable and can be regarded as a master, I am not a Martial Venerable after all.

There is still a big gap in status between Wuzun enshrined in other palaces, and this matter is enough to cut off his official career and training resources.

No matter what kind of ending it was, the middle-aged half-step Wu Zun was on the verge of fury. A cold snort came out of his mouth, and his eyes stared at Wu Chen mercilessly, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

A bloodthirsty light suddenly burst out from his eyes, as if he wanted to tear Wu Chen's body into pieces in order to repay the humiliation Wu Chen brought.

"Fengqing Jue, Fengqingjutsu" The aura that erupted from the middle-aged man's body suddenly converged, and all of them entered his body. The cast immediately disappeared in place.

Turning into afterimages, the middle-aged man moved extremely fast, and he came to Wu Chen's side in an instant.

The middle-aged man in "Fenghua Palm" had already prepared his killing move when he came to Wu Chen's side. The middle-aged man straightened his hands in front of his chest and pushed towards Wu Chen's chest, and saw two cyan handprints instantly. It condensed and rushed towards Wu Chen with a murderous aura.

Wu Chen just saw the figure of the middle-aged man disappear in place, and wanted to defend against the sneak attack of the middle-aged man, but because the middle-aged man's half-step Martial Venerable cultivation base is good at speed, the speed is almost Even the afterimage was about to disappear, making it difficult for Wu Chen to catch the opponent's figure.

When Wu Chen lifted the Wild Lion Sword that he had just subdued, the middle-aged man's series of movements had already been completed, and the Wind Flower Palm rushed towards him like the wind.

When Wu Chen was frightened, the speed of his hand also accelerated a lot, but when Wu Chen saw the scene in front of him, he suddenly felt a little panicked.

I saw the other party's Wind Flower Palm suddenly change from two to four, and from four to eight, and after a while, the sky was full of illusory Wind Flower Palms that seemed to be real, rushing towards Wu Chen.

'Wuchen Sky Eye' and 'Soul Release' were immediately deployed without hesitation, and the palms in front of Wu Chen's eyes disappeared like a flash in the pan, leaving only two palms directed towards Wu Chen's chest. call ahead.

Although the illusion effect of the opponent's Wind Flower Palm had been eliminated by Wu Chen, Wu Chen had no time to resist the two powerful attacks right in front of him.

Missing the best time to defend, Wu Chen's heart skipped a beat. The Wild Lion Sword that was attacking in his hand suddenly changed direction and lay across his chest.

Two deep impact sounds of 'Boom' and 'Boom' suddenly sounded from Wu Chen's chest.

Wu Chen's figure immediately flew upside down, drawing a distance of more than ten meters before barely stopping.

"It's dangerous," Wu Chen thought inwardly, "A master at the half-step Wuzun level is really not easy to deal with." Wu Chen raised his head slowly, looked at the middle-aged man with cold eyes, and found that the middle-aged man stood still. At Wu Chen's original position, he was looking at him in amazement.

Seeing the middle-aged man's expression, Wu Chen showed a sneer, and wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth with his left hand.

"You're lucky this time, let's see how many palms you can block me." Although the middle-aged man was surprised that Wu Chen was able to avoid the illusion of his Fenghua Palm's hidden killer move, he didn't think Wu Chen was able to dodge it through his own ability. , but thought that Wu Chen was lucky to escape those two palms.

The middle-aged man was very disgusted with Wu Chen's sneer, his face turned cold, and his body turned into an afterimage to kill Wu Chen again, much faster than last time.

Wu Chen was already prepared in his heart. Wu Chen's sky eyes were always open and his mental strength was also released, carefully watching the opponent's sneak attack.

'Nine flashes through the air' Wu Chen's figure slowly faded away, and the faint figure turned into a streamer and flew towards the middle-aged man who was killing him. Blindly defending is not Wu Chen's fighting style.

Although the speed is a little slower than that of the middle-aged man, it is only a little bit, and it has no decisive impact on the battle.

"Wind Flower Broken Moon Palm" the middle-aged man changed his hands strangely, and suddenly a cyan aura like petals bloomed from his hands, surrounding his hands as if countless petals were flying up and down on his hands. is wonderful.

But Wu Chen knew that those things that looked like flower petals were like blades of wind-type dou qi condensed, and they were extremely lethal.

"Wind, flower, broken moon, palm...the flowers fall and dance" the middle-aged man shouted in a low voice, at the same time, the countless petals between his hands suddenly descended on the top of Wu Chen's head and scattered away to Wu Chen below.

Wu Chen felt a little relieved, because just now Wu Chen had let his released mental power sweep over the middle-aged man's body, but the middle-aged man didn't notice it at all, which meant that the middle-aged man's spiritual power cultivation was not considered strong. .

Looking at the petals falling from the sky, Wu Chen sneered in his heart, and swept his mental power to the top of his head. The countless petal-shaped air knives disappeared in an instant, and only a few real air knives were still falling.

"Roar" A lion's roar was transmitted from the Wild Lion Sword in his hand into Wu Chen's mind, and he saw that the Wild Lion Sword was infused with fire spirit fighting energy. At this moment, a fire lion engraved pattern on the sword body was faintly glowing red bright.

Suddenly, a red light and shadow rushed out from above the engraving, and the figure of the 'Roar' fire lion suddenly appeared and roared towards the sky.

"This is the spiritual weapon." Feeling the feeling from the Wild Lion Sword, Wu Chen was filled with surprise and joy in his heart. What surprised him was that the spiritual weapon could form a common force with its owner, making it more powerful in the master's hands. The joy is that I have now obtained a spiritual weapon.

"Good sword!" Wu Chen shouted excitedly in his heart. He looked up at the wind blade petals that were about to fall on his head, and his heart was calm.

After flipping the wrist a few times, and hearing 'clang', 'clang', 'clang', all the wind blades were wiped out by the mad lion sword in Wu Chen's hand and turned into nothingness.

"Good boy, there is such a method." The middle-aged man's expression turned cold when he saw that Wu Chen had broken his Fenghuashashayuepalm so easily.

"The body of wind is boundless, the body of wind is domineering." The face of the middle-aged man finally revealed a dignified and ruthless look, and the wind-type grudge flew out of the middle-aged body as the middle-aged man shouted out a secret. The momentum suddenly doubled.

"This is..." Wu Chen finally showed a rare look of worry on his face.

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