Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 165 I Let You Pretend to Be a Grandson! (2)
This Jiang Shan is clearly an old man in the temple, but he pretends to be young shamelessly. However, Wushuang insists on it, and there is no clear evidence for a while, so let him look again.

"Ling Wushuang, then let me see what you are capable of." Jiang Shan smiled strangely, then added coldly, and said harshly: "It's too late to admit defeat now, and I won't give you a chance of."

Although Ling Wushuang is only a low-level saint, his junior brother Lei Sheng, who is a middle-level saint, has suffered a lot from her, and he will not be so stupid as to take it lightly.

"It turns out that these two parties are hiding their strength." Everyone understood immediately, and then they were puzzled: "However, this Jiang Shan is too strange, and the sound of the young man is the voice of the old man."

"That's right, what the hell is he? It makes people feel a bit like a pervert who is neither male nor female."

Hearing the taunts around him, Jiang Shan was furious, but he had no time to take care of it. He glanced across, and the people around him backed away in shock.

Ling Wushuang's red lips hooked lightly, and he took the lead in attacking. He raised his hand and shot out a wave of profound energy, which was released by Jiang Shan with a wave of his hand.

"Black Reaper!" Jiang Shan flashed a black light in his hand, and a black ax appeared, and he rushed towards Ling Wushuang with it, and roared fiercely, "Go to hell."

The huge ax was pitch black, half as long as his body, and was extremely ferocious, roaring towards Ling Wushuang like a tiger coming out of the mountain.

"It's the Black Reaper." Ling Qingtian stared at his old eyes. He had heard that it was forged from a material with the power of devouring darkness. If he was injured by it, the profound energy in his body would be continuously swallowed until it disappeared. !

Ling Wushuang's clear eyes narrowed slightly, and with a sweep of his right arm, his five fingers formed claws, and he grabbed it out of thin air, "Flame gun!"

A crimson spear appeared, as if it was made of raging fire, spinning out from the flying flames, the crimson flame wrapped and licked the body of the gun, and there were exquisite patterns carved on it.

"Keng!"

When the spears and axes collided, it was like a red-trained fire dragon fighting a giant lion. There was a loud and crisp sound, and the two retreated a few feet each.

"Flame gun?" Jiang Shan said in surprise, holding the pitch-black ax in his hand.

This Ling Wushuang was able to take out the same weapon as his Black Reaper, and even faintly surpassed him.

With a clanging sound, Ling Wushuang's spear pierced the ground a few inches, and her red lips curved into a smile that was not a smile. This flaming gun was the most proud work of a generation of famous craftsmen, Master Yi, and it was forged by her with the fire of chaos. A broken ax in his hand?

"Then let me try, can you unleash its power!" Jiang Shan kicked his legs, like a light and shadow, leaped into the sky, raised the black harvesting ax with both hands, and slashed down vertically, "The mountain ax !"

The gang wind that was cut out suddenly formed a phantom of an ax in the dark night, like Pangu's giant ax that opened the sky, and slashed towards Ling Wushuang on the ground.

"But that's it." The emerald green profound energy wrapped the red gun body, Ling Wushuang shot out a beautiful carbine, and the flaming gun swept out. A phantom of a fire dragon roared and joined Jiang Shan's phantom of a giant axe!

"boom!"

There was a loud noise all day long, and two terrifying attacks collided in the night sky. The surrounding air seemed to be slightly distorted a few times, and a circular arc of light spread out, slow as if in slow motion, but in fact, it was fast. Like a breeze, it diffuses towards the surroundings in an instant!

"what--"

Those who were closer were instantly swept away and fell to the ground. Even a few Tianxuan experts couldn't restrain their blood boiling.

"Back back, back, this is terrible." Everyone was shocked, and retreated a few feet.

"The power of the holy rank battle is too scary."

However, what is even more frightening is that Ling Wushuang is only a low-level saint of the first rank, yet he fought with a high-level saint without losing the slightest disadvantage. This is too unbelievable!

"The mountain-opening giant axe!" After one move was broken, Jiang Shan waved his hand and slashed down with another axe, and said fiercely: "Ling Wushuang, compared with me in mental strength, you are still far behind!"

No matter how talented Ling Wushuang is, but the strength is only a low-level saint after all, and the difference between a high-level saint, whether it is spiritual power or profound aura, is not one or two points. The strength is quickly consumed, and it won't last long!

"Really?" Ling Wushuang raised his brows lightly, the scarlet spear tore through the dark sky, and waved a blast of wind to block Jiang Shan's attack. On his beautiful face, there was a faint smile, as if he didn't feel tired at all.

Jiang Shan kept attacking, but Ling Wushuang blocked it every time, which made Jiang Shan grit his teeth.

"Mountain-breaking giant axe!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Under Jiang Shan's constant attacks, he himself was a little tired.

"One ax across the sky." Jiang Shan didn't believe in evil, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and directly lifted the black axe, his whole body turned into a streamer, his legs moved quickly, and he ran towards Ling Wushuang, waving his arms, and the ax was close to him Sweep it out!
"go to hell!"

The ferocious face exploded with the sound of a sharp ax cutting the air.

"Keng!"

Ling Wushuang returned the spear to block, the body of the gun hit the groove of his black axe, he let go of his hand and spun it, then pinched it with his backhand, and while Jiang Shan was dodging, he kicked out with force, his petite body turned several times, and then Fly backwards and leap into the air.

"Did you play well?" Bai Ying volleyed in the air, with a strange line drawn on his cherry red lips, "Now, it's up to me!"

As soon as the words fell, Ling Wushuang waved his hand to retract the flaming gun, accelerated in the air, flipped and jumped up, his slender arms slowly rose, and his five fingers quickly pinched the complicated formulas. A phantom of a mountain quickly formed above her head, "Five Seals" Decide, turn over the mountain seal!"

"Turning over the mountain seal!"

Ling Wushuang shot out with a wave of his hand, and the huge phantom, like a real mountain, moved towards Jiangshan with a crushing force.

"This—" Jiang Shan's black-gray pupils suddenly locked tightly, and his whole body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and it was difficult to move. What kind of skill is this! ?

"Junior brother!" The poison sage trembled almost invisibly, and growled in a low voice in desperation.

Ling Wushuang knows a strange printing method, but he can't reach the power in front of him at all!
"Junior brother?" Ling Moqiu's eyes turned cold, although the poison sage's voice was very low, he still clearly heard the words "junior brother".

"Damn it." Ling Moqiu gritted his teeth with hatred, he was so shameless, he was indeed an old generation master of the holy hall!
"boom!"

The surrounding wind was flying, and the tumbling boulder was instantly crushed into powder. A piece of hell centered on Jiangshan, the solid bluestone ground, was directly blasted into a deep pit several feet wide. As the dust flew, the air on that side was somewhat Distorted and deformed, it seems to be rolling with the heat waves of the burning summer air.

(End of this chapter)