Supreme Soldier King City Tour

Chapter 693
Wu Xuan felt ecstasy in his heart. Even Elder Qin had never mentioned this eight-pole fall.

Presumably, it should be a unique skill in martial arts that even he doesn't know. If he can learn it, it will definitely be a powerful trump card in the competition of swordsmanship.

"Want to learn?" Longmen Patriarch asked.

Wu Xuan clasped his fists and nodded: "Of course I want to learn."

The ancestor of Longmen nodded: "Okay, attack me now, and I will pass on the essence of Baji throwing to you."

"what?!"

Wu Xuan was a little dazed, he knew that he would never be able to beat the one in front of him.

Because he is the patriarch of Longmen, and morally speaking.

He is the back of Longmen, how can he fight against the ancestor of Longmen, this is simply treason.

The ancestor of Longmen frowned: "Just relax and use all your strength, you can't beat me with your little three-legged kung fu."

Wu Xuan felt relieved when he heard that, even though he knew he couldn't beat the opponent.

But it is inevitable that there will be some small discomfort in my heart.

"Master, offended!"

He gathers strength in his fists.

Taking advantage of the moment when the ancestor of Longmen was not paying attention, he quickly shot, and the fist directly hit the head of the ancestor of Longmen.

The ancestor of Longmen shrank his eyes: "Good boy, you are quite tricky."

He didn't move, but looked at the other party jokingly. At the moment when Wu Xuan's fist was about to fall, the Longmen Patriarch's hand continued to move, directly grabbing Wu Xuan's clenched arm in his palm.

"Boy, you have to feel it with your heart."

The ancestor of Longmen said it.

At this moment, Wu Xuan sensed an irresistible terrifying force coming from the opponent's hand, instantly took his whole body down, and then fell backwards.

Wu Xuan's face changed drastically, he really felt the essence and strength of the Longmen Patriarch's Baji throw.

But for this guy, his face is the first to land on the ground.

Wu Xuan originally thought that he would fall hard to the ground, but unexpectedly, the strength of the ancestor of Longmen suddenly changed, and his whole body flew upside down again, this time in the opposite direction.

The method of the ancestor of Longmen is so subtle and terrifying.

At this instant, he had thrown Wu Xuan in eight directions.

And the momentum and strength in it are stronger and stronger every time.

In the end, even though Wu Xuan was not injured under the deliberate restraint of the ancestor of Longmen, he had already become a mess.

"Have you ever felt it?"

The ancestor of Longmen asked lightly.

Wu Xuan nodded seriously, the profound meaning of this Baji throw is in the technique of the ancestor of Longmen.

And he felt it completely in the confrontation with the ancestor of Longmen, he was personally on the scene, so how could he not understand it.

The ancestor of Longmen nodded in satisfaction: "Continue to practice."

Wu Xuan heard that all his energy was put on the practice of Baji throwing.

Baji throw, as the name suggests, is to throw the opponent in eight directions, each time stronger than the first time.

Being able to defeat the enemy, once you start to fall, the opponent has no way to fight back.

Although Wu Xuan didn't have anyone to practice with, he could vaguely simulate a strong opponent,

It's like throwing the enemy out with the essence of Baji throw in your own hands.

Before I knew it, it was already the next morning.

The second half of the game is about to start, and it will be a duel between him and Hun Potian.

Hun Potian is the strongest opponent in Wu Xuan's heart.

This person is terrifyingly powerful, but now Wu Xuan, who has been guided by the ancestor of Longmen and taught by the superior Buddhist mentality, is not bad at all.

His heart was raging with war, and he couldn't wait to have a big battle with Hun Potian.

The Valley of Discourse on Swords is completely surrounded by the powerhouses of Huaxia Martial Arts.

The roaring cheers were deafening, which showed how intense the Huashan Lunjian competition had progressed.

Both Wu Xuan and Hun Potian were on the stage, and the two faced each other from a distance, their overwhelming fighting spirit intertwined.

Before the host could speak, the two surged out like waves.

Push the battle to a more intense scene.

The audience was boiling, their blood boiling like a frying pan.

This game was the first of an exciting second half of the game.

Coming up is the duel between the tyrannical Hun Potian and the son of Longmen.

Both are tyrannical and terrifying players, and the next battle will be particularly exciting.

"The son of the soul gate vs. the son of the dragon gate, the battle between the sons of the two sects is really interesting."

"Yeah, so far, the sons of Longmen have zero points. If they lose the game, they will miss the top of Huashan. I believe that with his actions, it will definitely explode. I don't know if this Longmen will still be Huaxia. The number one in martial arts."

"Hmph, how many years has Longmen occupied the first position, I think it's time to change."

……

"The battle has not yet started, and we can already see the high fighting spirit of the two players. Not much to say, the first battle in the second half will start here."

The host's words just fell.

The excitement of the audience was even more intense than that of the two contestants, almost bringing the atmosphere to the top of the climax.

"I have a feeling that you will become my strongest enemy." Hun Potian said slowly.

Wu Xuan snorted: "I believe you are very strong, but you can't be so arrogant and arrogant."

Hun Potian didn't take his aloofness seriously at all.

"This is what I call a confident, arrogant guy who doesn't respect his opponent."

Wu Xuan asked: "What is the condition for respecting your opponent in your heart?"

Hun Potian said slowly: "During the duel, it is the most basic thing to face each other with a new face."

Wu Xuan nodded: "I am the same as you in this regard."

"That's why I said that maybe it will be my strongest enemy."

Wu Xuan laughed, and the dragon-scale blood dagger suddenly appeared in his hand: "If it's just a possibility, I will let you know how powerful I am."

After saying that, the four forms of Dragon Scale draw out sharp edges, rushing to kill the soul and break the sky.

Hun Potian's figure was floating, he dodged like a shadow, looking for opportunities around Wu Xuan.

Suddenly, Wu Xuan looked to his side, Hun Potian's body suddenly appeared, and at the same time, there was that tyrannical fist.

On this occasion, Wu Xuan's dragon-scaled blood dagger pierced through, trying to pierce through Hun Potian's arm.

But unexpectedly, Hun Potian shrank to such a size, and dodged directly.

Then a whip leg whipped out with a fierce wind whirl.

Wu Xuan held the dragon-scale blood dagger in one hand, and concentrated the power of the nine transformations of the sky in his hand, and then swung it away fiercely.

"Boom."

The strength of the two is not bad, they are even on the same level, and it is difficult to distinguish each other after fighting each other.

The audience was amazed by it again and again, and the excitement of this battle penetrated people's hearts.

It was as if it was pulling at the heartstrings, making them all want to have a hearty battle.

In terms of sword competition, both parties in the competition represent the most powerful sects in Chinese martial arts.

The battle between the two is like a condensed rehearsal of the pinnacle of martial arts, which is amazing.

(End of this chapter)