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The duel between the strongest Wuling of the older generation and the strongest Wuling of the younger generation is vigorously unfolded in this unknown forest.

Lin Hao's fist is the nine moves of thunder in the peak blood state. The northwest swordsman's sword is the strongest one to activate the blood shadow. No one is qualified to see their most powerful attack in the same level of Wuling.

And at the moment, in order to show respect for the opponent, each other, without leaving a hand, have used the strongest strike.

Lin Hao's blow sounded like thunder in the world. The terrible power that was so violent that he almost wanted to blow down the mountain was absolutely a rare powerful blow here.

The northwest swordsman's Dao embodies all his understanding of Dao in his life. This Dao is not only a Dao of vicissitudes, but also a Dao of frivolity!

Boom boom!

One blow in the air.

At that moment, within a radius of a mile, a violent spiritual storm broke out, and all the trees and stones were uprooted!

This is not the end. When the spiritual storm swept away everything, the whole ground seemed to be leveled by three points, and the ground was extremely flat, which was terrible. Before that, it was a dense jungle!

It has to be said that the ability of the world's strong people to cut off rivers and mountains is extremely powerful.

The most powerful attack of the two most powerful Wuling smashed together, and even the low-level Wuling chose to retreat in the aftermath. What's more, the terrain of this ordinary world?

It's just a battle between the two most powerful spirits. It's not too much if we fight on the throne!

After the storm, there was a calm like death, which was frightening.

On the ground, which has been razed to the ground for a mile, there are sometimes flickering electric arcs, and uneven gullies on the ground, which are like canines. These gullies are broken and flat, and look as if they were deliberately carved with a knife. It's magical.

In the center of the ground, which looks like the scorched earth of doomsday, the two figures stand on their backs.

On the one hand, he was a handsome young man in white and green, and on the other hand, he was a skittish swordsman in plain clothes. There was no extra expression on their faces, only the comfort without regret.

This battle has ushered in a long-awaited battle for both sides. For these two battle maniacs, the equal opponent should be what they want in life, and now, they will get what they want.

For a long time, a breeze blowing, Lin Hao's skirt slowly floating.

Then, Lin Hao slowly raised his legs, his whole body spirit power dissipated, and returned to the ordinary indifferent appearance. He didn't say much and left calmly.

Lin Hao's back looks a little bleak. It's not that the battle was wrong, but Invincible loneliness.

In the wind, Lin Hao's cold voice came.

"I'll never see you again."

Lin Hao's white figure disappeared in the original place, a white shirt in the wind. Dust away.

At the moment, the northwest swordsman standing in the field seemed to be stimulated by something. He fell on his knees with a pale face and blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth. It seemed that the injury was not so serious.

He lost.

Zongheng I, the northwest swordsman, who is known as the strongest warrior of the older generation, was once the devil who stopped crying at night in the northwest desert, but he lost.

He lost in the hands of a young man in white who had only practiced for one year and even failed to reach the peak of martial arts!