battle master

Chapter 24

Moreover, Wu Yangyu did this for his own sister. Song Xinghui dared to covet his sister in front of so many people. This was something Wu Yangyu could not tolerate.

"Hehehe, Yang Yu, it seems that after fighting all the way, your confidence has become more and more full, but it is a good thing to have confidence, but it must not be overly inflated, and, in the future, you will be my brother-in-law, so I really don't want to fight with you."

Song Xinghui looked at Wu Yangyu playfully and smiled.

"Brother-in-law? Well... It's a bit early to say, but I have never regarded you as my brother-in-law!"

Facing this shameless guy, Wu Yangyu said with a smile, but the brilliance in those eyes became deeper and fiercer!

"Really? I'll let you admit it!"

Regarding Wu Yangyu's answer, Song Xinghui's tone had become a bit cold.

"Hehehe, if that's the case, then the city lord is also looking forward to the battle between the dark horse and No.1 in this year's Yuhua tea party. The competition begins!"

Following Zhao Yihang's order.

Both Wu Yangyu and Song Xinghui also made guard gestures.

The ranks of martial arts practitioners are extremely strict, and once they enter the sixth heaven from the fifth heaven, the combat effectiveness of martial arts will skyrocket.

It is also true that in each of these realms, once one breaks through to the fifth heaven of the realm, one will also usher in the peak growth period of that realm.

"My brother-in-law, I'm sorry, I will show mercy."

As the battle began, Song Xinghui's voice also began to appear along with his strikes.

As if piercing the sky with both hands, two mysterious palm trajectories have been quickly revealed.

Vaguely, wherever Song Xinghui's hands went, wisps of sharp brilliance were rapidly swallowing and evolving.

"It's the Song family's top-grade unique skill, Shield Sword Palm!"

"I didn't expect that Song Xinghui was already qualified to practice human-level top-rank unique skills. It is rumored that although this shield and sword palm is a palm technique, it is just like a sword art. The energy it uses is extremely sharp and can tear everything apart. It can break mountains and rocks!"

Song Xinghui's palm technique immediately greeted everyone's surprise and shouts.

"Crack!"

Facing the voices of the crowd, Wu Yangyu didn't feel worried at all. The strength in his body surged like flowing water. It seems that he only has the cultivation base of the fifth level warrior, but in terms of combat power But beyond ordinary people.

Because, in his body, there is still a power that has never been displayed—the power of the martial soul!

at the same time.

At the moment when Song Xinghui's palm shadow was about to kill him, Wu Yangyu also started to move, the five fingers of his palm turned into sword marks, and the two fingers were like a long sword out of its sheath, fiercely pierced open.

In an instant.

The stars are shining brightly, and the sharp vigor can't stop puffing out. In the sky, the tearing sound piercing the sky appears quickly, and under Wu Yangyu's swing, countless finger shadows have already turned into star-like postures, and began to attack. kill the past.

"Is this the falling star fingering?"

Facing Wu Yangyu's attack, members of the Wu family have already recognized this fingering technique.

Martial skills of low-level human rank are not considered brilliant methods, and in this witch family, falling star fingering is not an extraordinary skill, and it is not even outstanding among low-level human ranks.

"Hehehe, the master of the Wu family, I have accepted it. Although the strength of the young master of the Wu family is good, it is a pity. Our Song family's "Shield Sword Palm" is a human class formed after the fusion of palm and sword techniques. It is normal to fail due to the difference in realm and martial skill in top-grade unique skills."

Patriarch Song smiled at Wu Tianchong with a proud expression on his face.

"Pong!"

It was at this very same moment.

The powers of Wu Yangyu and Song Xinghui collided fiercely.

Palm shadows, finger marks, interlacing and colliding with each other!
The rippling ripples spread wildly around here, and even on this martial arts platform, there were many cracks and cracks.

However, Wu Yangyu, who was supposed to be knocked out, not only did not, on the contrary, he fought against Song Xinghui vigorously.

Whether it's the palm shadow or the finger marks, they actually showed a well-matched posture.

"how is this possible?!"

Patriarch Song, who originally had a smug expression on his face, couldn't help but froze.

"Hehehe, Patriarch Song, it's hard to say who will win. It seems a bit early to draw conclusions now!"

Wu Tianchong was in a good mood, picked up the teacup and took another sip of tea in satisfaction, that indifferent look made Patriarch Song's complexion extremely ugly.

On the competition stage.

Song Xinghui's face was filled with astonishment. Wu Yangyu's finger marks moved like stars, and they actually resisted his attack. This is simply inconceivable.

"Martial skills are good, and the realm is not weak, but... that also depends on who will control it!"

Staring coldly at Song Xinghui who looked surprised in front of him, Wu Yangyu shouted in a deep voice, and as his voice rose, strands of strange fluctuations were permeating his body.

deep inside the body.

A pure long river that flows endlessly, playfully set off a wave, slowly overflowing with little power.

"What did you say?!"

Song Xinghui was taught by a junior from the fifth heaven of warriors, how not to be angry, and the power in his body exploded more and more crazily in the midst of an angry reprimand.

Opening and closing the hands, countless palm shadows are like shield swords, attacking and falling. Compared with just now, they are much stronger, but at the moment when the shield sword-like palm shadows are about to fall, Wu Yangyu's fingers are even stronger. The swift flashes flickered.

Wherever the finger marks went, silk's soft and tenacious power was condensing in it.

The Martial Soul of Water!

Wu Yangyu had already used his water spirit.

Martial spirit naturally has a powerful blessing effect on martial arts and kung fu. In an instant, the originally terrifying and sharp palm shadow encountered starry starry finger marks, which were directly pierced into a state full of holes.

After going through repeated attacks and killings, the palm shadow was completely turned into fragments and dissipated.

"boom!"

Wu Yangyu didn't hesitate at all, under Song Xinghui's astonished eyes, he stepped forward, and the five fingers of his left hand turned into fist marks, which completely burst out.

"boom!"

Under the disbelieving eyes of everyone, Song Xinghui, who was still in the grip of victory, was beaten upside down like a kite with a broken string.

but.

It's not over yet!
Wind Walk!
Facing Song Xinghui who was flying upside down, Wu Yangyu's figure turned into a gust of wind, and quickly killed him, without giving Song Xinghui the slightest chance to resist, and moved with one foot.

"Pong!"

With the sound of a terrifying impact, Song Xinghui, who was completely unable to exert his strength in the midair, was trampled down again by this foot.

Click!

The sound of bone cracking spread throughout the square.

So cruel!

The young man still had a gentle face and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

But at this moment, when facing Wu Yangyu again, everyone did not dare to look down on them, especially when facing those seemingly calm eyes, everyone couldn't help but feel a little bit of indifference. chill……

"Wu Yangyu, you are presumptuous!"

Faced with his son's painful screams, Patriarch Song's eyes were tearing apart, and finally he couldn't help roaring.

"boom……"

Accompanied by his roar, the strength in his body lingered even more, and the rising momentum evolved into substance, and his whole body was already shuttled out like a sharp sword.

The powerful breath, the terrifying breath, almost freezes the entire space.

The Patriarch of the Song family is himself a strong warrior of the Eighth Heavenly Layer. He was angry at this moment, and the power he displayed was so tyrannical that a suffocating sense of oppression swept across the ten directions.

But at this moment, there is only one target for this aura - Wu Yangyu!
"Song Que, how dare you!"

Facing the attack of the Patriarch of the Song family, Wu Tianchong suddenly became furious. Amidst the angry reprimand, dragon chants erupted from his body, and he raised his palm like lightning.

"Roar!"

The continuous dragon chanting is exactly the top-grade masterpiece "Dragon Chanting Palm"!
Both of them are powerful cultivation bases of the eighth heaven of warriors. When they compete with each other, their tyrannical power is so tyrannical and almost unmatched.

Song Xinghui's whole body was stained with blood, especially on his chest, there were bones protruding out, enough to imagine how terrifying the force of Wu Yangyu's foot just now was.

With such an injury, even with the best medicinal pills, it would take ten and a half months to recuperate. Seeing his son's miserable state, Song Patriarch Song Que's expression became as ugly as possible. Ugly, a pair of gloomy eyes even seemed to spew fire, and they stared at Wu Yangyu firmly:
"Wu Yangyu, you are courting death!"

The voice roared wildly, and the aura on his body was unscrupulously released.

"Clang clang!"

While speaking, the weapons in the hands of the children of the Song family standing there were clearly beginning to unsheath.

"Looking for death? Song Que, I really think that my Wu family is afraid of your failure!"

Staring at Song Que coldly, Wu Tianchong shouted loudly.

Wu Tianchong's angry roar appeared, and the Wu family's children at that place were even more unwilling to show weakness, and all stared at the Song family's children with unkind eyes. The attitudes of the two families were clearly challenging each other.

"Yang Yu, are you alright?"

Looking at his son beside him, Wu Tianchong asked with concern.

"It's okay... I just didn't expect the warrior Liu Chongtian to be so ungrateful. If I had known Patriarch Song was so angry, I should have dealt with it lightly."

Wu Yangyu said softly as if "timidly".

Take it easy?

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people present suddenly became twitching. As for Song Xinghui, who was still screaming, his eyes widened after hearing these words, and the blood could no longer be contained. After spraying it out, he tilted his head and passed out completely.

What a character he is, he was supposed to be the No. 1 genius in the Yuhua Tea Party, what a haughty personality, Wu Yangyu's words are simply rubbing salt on his wounds.

"Junior! You...!"

Song Que's face twitched, his body was trembling with anger, not to mention that his son was seriously injured, but he still suffered such humiliation, he was so angry.

"You two, enough is enough! This is the Yuhua tea party held by the city lord. Do you have me as the city lord in your eyes!"

(End of this chapter)