Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 163 Let me beat you so well! ? (2)
Everyone glanced back and forth, and Ling Wushuang's shadow was nowhere to be seen amidst the tumbling broken stones of the arena.

Jiang Shan frowned deeply, suddenly, keenly aware of the dangerous atmosphere, he suddenly raised his head and looked up to the sky, met a pair of clear eyes, and his body curled up strangely between lightning and flint.

"drink!"

Ling Wushuang fell from the sky like a ray of sword light, and with a tearing sound, Jiang Shan's body was cut in half by the sharp dagger in her hand like a piece of thin paper like a fragile painted skin. Shockingly, there was no trace of flesh and blood!
"Hey." Everyone gasped and died like this?
However, before everyone breathed in, there was another Jiang Shan behind Ling Wushuang, with a strange smile on his face, and his claw-like hands were directly grabbing at her fragile neck!

"Remnant shadow clone?" Ling Wushuang frowned slightly, and immediately swung the dagger horizontally, sweeping towards the back.

When the speed reaches the extreme, there will be afterimages, which is not surprising, what she just cut off is just a shadow.

"Keng--"

With a crisp sound, Ling Wushuang's dagger directly cut into Jiang Shan's hand, his flesh and blood body made a strange crisp sound of swords colliding.

Jiang Shan snorted coldly, "Small tricks."

Ling Wushuang's consciousness is extremely sharp, and his reaction speed is not weak. With a twist of his wrist, the dagger draws a beautiful arc in the air, and cuts towards his neck. Jiang Shan sneers and leans back, and quickly avoids it.

Hands collided with each other, and the two figures quickly separated again. In the air, traces of the flames left behind could almost be seen.

Although the two of them fought against each other, although it seemed simple and straightforward, they competed in many aspects such as the sensitivity of mental power, the tempering pressure of profound energy, and the locking range of spiritual consciousness. Worry for life!

"Ling Wushuang has really met his opponent now. I really can't tell where this little monster Jiang Shan came from..."

"The evil star of the Ling family, against the monster of the Jiang family, who will win?"

After everyone avoided a safe distance, they stared at this side intently, for fear that if they didn't pay attention, they would miss some wonderful duel.

"Haha." After Jiang Shan backed away, he let out a strange laugh again, and then said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Ling Wushuang, you really have some tricks, but today... I still want you to fall this!"

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you." Ling Wushuang laughed, but before he finished speaking, Ling Wushuang leaped into the sky, turned around and shot out, "Flying Fire Meteor!"

The huge fireball was held up by Ling Wushuang. In the night sky, it glowed like a glass bead, and it was shot out with a wave of hands, as if the firework was shattered, turning into a rain of arrows like meteors, attacking Jiang Shan.

The people around avoided a long distance, "It's Ling Wushuang's own set of skills, flying fire meteor, this move can even break the defense of the holy rank, the sword master has suffered a lot , I don’t know if Jiang Shan will be bombarded to death directly.”

After all, Jiang Shan is just a ninth-rank Tianxuan.

Jiang Shan took a step back, the black mist between his hands was dense, he raised his hand and hit, "Death Palm!"

The big black palm, with one palm and five fingers, was struck in the direction of Ling Wushuang. It was like a giant beast awakened from sleep, and it expanded rapidly in the air. It collided violently with Ling Wushuang's attack. There was a scoffing sound of ice and rain colliding.

"Not good." Ling Moqiu on the high platform was restless, this palm technique was so weird.

Even if Wushuang's 'Flying Rain Meteor' faced him as a holy rank, he would not dare to take it lightly, but against Jiang Shan, Wushuang was actually at a disadvantage.

Everyone was even more surprised, Jiang Shan and Li Meier were also the ninth-rank peak Tianxuan, Li Meier was directly disabled by Ling Wushuang, but Jiang Shan was able to follow, and his momentum was not weak at all.

Old Master Ling gritted his teeth, "This set of palm techniques implies a strong poison, a poison that can swallow profound energy!"

The big dark palm collided with the oncoming red light sword shadow, turned into a cloud of black mist, swallowed it, and then quickly shrouded Ling Wushuang in the midair, with a bang, like a sea wave , wrapped her tightly in it.

"Revenant Palm!" Another attack was launched, and Jiang Shan raised his head and laughed, his immature voice was dry and scary, "Ling Wushuang, enjoy the call of death to the fullest."

At this time, the Poison Saint on the high platform seemed to suddenly think of something, and suddenly started up, "Master—be careful!"

Oops, he forgot to remind him of one thing.

When Jiang Shan was still immersed in self-indulgence, a red light shot out of the black mist in the distance, and then, after the red light beams broke through one after another, a cold female voice sounded, "Go!"

"Ow!"

A scarlet horse, like a fire dragon, hovered from Ling Wushuang's petite body, broke through the black mist, and the surroundings were faint, as if there was the sound of a dragon chant!

"What!" Jiang Shan finally showed a look of shock, Ling Wushuang was not dissipated by his dead soul palm.

The crimson horse savagely crushed the black palm of the dead soul he just hit, like a fiery red waterfall falling from the sky, roaring and roaring, pouring towards Jiang Shan's head!

Surprised, Jiang Shan's reaction was a little slower, and he was in the state of attack again. He turned around to defend, but it was too late. One mistake, he was hit by the flames and let out a scream.

Old Master Ling and Ling Moqiu looked at each other, they were so nervous that their hearts skipped a beat, and then they calmed down.

The people around felt that the temperature of the sky on this side suddenly rose, as if they were in a furnace. It was unbearably hot. The black stones that had been shattered and piled up in the arena were all ignited, and in a blink of an eye, a huge flaming mountain was formed.

The gravel is endless, and the burning is endless!
Jiang Shan screamed again and again, like burning his butt, and rolled out of the flames in embarrassment. Surprisingly, he didn't seem to be seriously injured. However, after everyone saw it clearly, they couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Jiang Shan's tattered clothes were covered with sporadic fires, not to mention, there was not a single hair on the top of his head, and even his eyebrows were not completely burned.

Once in the fire, a chicken becomes a phoenix, and a boy becomes a monk?
"Wow--"

Just as Jiang Shan jumped out of the sea of ​​flames, there was a burst of qi and blood in his chest. He lowered his head and spit out purple-black blood. I admire his tenacious vitality, under such a terrifying offensive, he is still alive.

"Ling Wushuang." Jiang Shan raised his hand to wipe away the blood around his mouth, his fists creaked, and he roared angrily, as if he could hear the sound of his teeth grinding, "You are fine, how is this possible!"

Ling Wushuang chuckled twice on the ground, patted his cuffs lazily, glanced at the poisonous sage on the high platform if there was nothing in his eyes, and then said unhurriedly: "Did someone forget to tell you that these things are right? I am useless?"

(End of this chapter)