The strongest starting system

Chapter 881 Don't mess with me

Yang Qiuyin laughed and said: "Why, dare to fight with me? Isn't your number one freshman widely circulated? Either you break this record or that, and you even rejected the elder's request to accept disciples, I think You have a lot of patience."

There was a burst of laughter all around.

In this Qinglian Holy Land, the Great Elder is the symbol of absolute authority, and whoever dares to refuse her will have to go around without food.

No matter how talented you are, it's useless.

Zhao Wushuang seriously replied: "It's true that I'm the number one, but I'm still young, less than 20, you are over [-] this year, right? It's been so long since I've cultivated for Wuzun Wuzun, and I'm really weak, as weak as rubbish."

The smile on Yang Qiu's face gradually froze, and his complexion became cloudy and uncertain. "It just so happens that the hut in my house needs to be cleaned, so just follow me obediently today."

"As long as you can take ten moves from me, I'll get out of the way immediately, but... if you don't take ten moves, you will become a waste with severed arms and legs."

Yang Qiu grinned, then pulled out the sword at his waist, and grabbed Zhao Wushuang's arm.

Yang Qiu's strength is not considered outstanding among the disciples of the inner sect, only ranking in the middle and lower reaches, but he thinks that it is more than enough to deal with a newcomer who has just started.

What's more, when he was on the second floor just now, his cousin Lin Feng had already promised that as long as he taught Zhao Wushuang a lesson, he would give him a blood coagulation promoting pill.

Facing the attack, Zhao Wushuang chose to close his eyes.

At the dantian in his body, the sea of ​​stars is vast and boundless, and in the depths of the space surrounded by stars, a lightsaber emitting a golden glow slowly trembles.

call out!
Yang Qiu's long sword pierced through the air, because Zhao Wushuang who was standing there suddenly disappeared.

When Yang Qiu was wondering, an afterimage flashed on his left side.

"one move."

A faint voice came.

Yang Qiu froze for a moment, then became angry.His icy eyes locked onto Zhao Wushuang's position, and he quickly drew out his sword again.

Zhao Wushuang took a step to the left, avoiding the blow just in time.

"Two strokes."

"Three strokes."

"..."

After eight moves, Yang Qiu didn't even touch Zhao Wushuang's clothes.

Zhao Wushuang's performance was beyond everyone's expectations. At this time, many people in the hall looked over, with surprise and curiosity in their eyes, and more people were full of doubts.

Didn't it mean that the so-called freshman first is blown out?Why did it become so powerful all of a sudden.

With so many people watching, Yang Qiu lost face.

He is a mighty Wuzun five-level powerhouse, and he is also capable among inner disciples, but he will be crushed in the hands of a trash?
Thinking of this, Yang Qiu mobilized his mind and became extremely serious. He swung the long sword, and the blade was covered with a layer of faint blue spiritual power. To stab.

The powerful spiritual power locks Zhao Wushuang, leaving him nowhere to escape. This is the difference in absolute strength, and it is also a confrontation of momentum.

In the eyes of outsiders, what Zhao Wushuang showed was the strength of Wu Zun.

If Zhao Wushuang retreats, then Yang Qiu can advance again and again until Zhao Wushuang's arrogance is completely dispelled.

"I don't need ten tricks to defeat you, you damn trash." Yang Qiu said through gritted teeth.

Zhao Wushuang silently stared at the sword in his hand, no longer using footwork to retreat.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't used the sword.When he clenched the hilt of the sword again, a familiar feeling came to his heart.

In his body, the lightsaber turned faster and faster, and the pale golden light poured into his body along the meridians. He clenched his fists tightly, and the familiar sense of power returned.

His clenched fist slowly opened, and the golden aura gathered in his palm, bursting out in arcs of light and jumping, and even sizzled.

And his entire pair of pupils also flooded with a touch of golden light, and the light was about to burst out, captivating people's hearts and souls.

"Your blade is nothing more than that!"

Dazzling golden light burst out from Zhao Wushuang's whole body, and he burst out with him, blasting the sky and the earth.

The shining golden light stimulated Yang Qiu's eyes, he squinted his eyes, and felt that something was wrong, so he quickened his sword force, trying to split Zhao Wushuang in two.

But at this moment, a cold light suddenly appeared in the golden light in front of his eyes.

That point of cold light was swift and soundless, and as fast as a shooting star, it magnified rapidly in Yang Qiu's eyes, overwhelming terrifying fighting intent spewed out in an instant, causing his body to stagnate for an instant.

boom.

The sound of the blade breaking sounded, and Yang Qiu staggered when he landed. He lowered his head a little in a daze, and saw the half-cut sword in his hand.

Then, he felt a pain in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I... I lost..."

Yang Qiu, whose mouth was covered with blood, murmured, and then his eyes went dark, and he fell straight down.

silence.

The whole place was silent.

Everyone stared at this scene with wide eyes, as if they had seen something very incredible.

They still don't want to believe the facts in front of them, that the disciple of the inner sect who is a dignified Wuzun of the fifth heaven was actually killed by a first heaven?Is this challenging their mental capacity?

Zhao Wushuang actually didn't want to fight too much with this kind of person, but the other party had already provoked him.

That being the case, then let you know what it means that you can't afford it.

He looked up at the second floor, and as expected, several people came down from the second floor with gloomy faces.

The leader was Lin Feng, and beside him was a long-faced man in a purple uniform.

"Zhao Wushuang, you openly shot and wounded the Holy Land fellow in the Lingyun Hall, did you not take the Holy Land seriously!"

As soon as Lin Feng came down, he put a hat on Zhao Wushuang's head.

Zhao Wushuang curled his lips and said, "Lin Feng, don't do this with me. You can pretend that everyone present is blind? This trash was sent by you to deal with me. You can't blame me for not letting him down."

"and also."

Zhao Wushuang narrowed his eyes, and shot out a dangerous light: "You spread rumors about me everywhere, intending to kill me, I have to settle this matter with you. But I don't have time now, so get out of my way. I'm going to the Martial Arts Pavilion."

The people present were not fools either. After hearing Zhao Wushuang's words, they also started discussing in private.

Lin Feng's face changed slightly, and he said: "Zhao Wushuang, if you have the ability, you can fight again and let me see your ability! Even if you really have the strength to defeat Wu Zun Wuzun, it is not as good as Brother Jie What kind of!"

The brother Jie he was talking about was the man with the long face.

Lin Feng stepped forward and looked at Zhao Wushuang with a half-smile, "Zhao Wushuang, the one who lost to you just now is just Brother Jie's follower, as long as you can take ten moves from Brother Jie, then we will let you enter Martial Arts Pavilion."

The long-faced man is named Huang Linjie, and he is a core disciple of the inner sect.

(End of this chapter)