Heaven Sovereign Of Myriad World

"Xuanji's house even sent female disciples?"

"What's wrong with the girl disciple? You don't want to see who it is. The master sister Lu Wushuang who once went to the mansion! She's not much better than you? "

"But the wind and thunder tower sent out the wind and the thunder tower. Although it was a little worse than thunder, it was not a role to be provoked..."

the reason why Lu Wushuang volunteered to join us was very simple. Qin Yu looked so depressed. Although Lu Wushuang didn't know what was the reason, Lu Wushuang wanted to win by himself. As soon as the voice fell, Lu Wushuang's body flashed The shape is just like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, it attacks in an instant.

"How fast The eye pupil of the strong wind suddenly shrank for a moment, but it also made a response immediately. The steps immediately began to retreat, and the body suddenly swept down, and the sharp aura suddenly rolled up in the palm, like the wind, towards Lu Wushuang!

Lu Wushuang dodged immediately. With his dexterous pace, the ground was shaking and fengjincang was in a trance. Without waiting for fengjincang to make another move, Lu Wushuang suddenly accelerated and ran behind fengjincang like a streamer. A burst of Qi burst out in his palm and hit fengjincang's back violently!

"Pa!"

The moving pace of the wind force Cang stopped instantly. The body was unsteady and fell forward. He fell heavily on the ground. He was in a mess, which made the audience laugh and hiss.

Lei Lixing saw the scene on the field, not help but be annoyed, "I knew to see a woman wind strength Cang again to despise the enemy! This boy has never let me worry

Embarrassed to get up, the wind force cangmu Lu shocked to look at Lu Wushuang, he now understand that in front of this beautiful and moving girl, the strength is not inferior to his own!

"It seems that we have to be more serious... The wind is coming!"

The palm of the wind strength Cang instantly gushed a white gas, after the white gas dissipated, a long silver gun was pinched in the hand.

Feng Jincang said just now that he didn't need Wu Hun. He hit himself directly in the face before he even had three moves. His shameless behavior attracted the ridicule of many disciples, especially Xuanji's disciples: "don't you say that you don't need martial spirit? Why do you go back so soon? "

"After all, in front of beauties, it's still necessary to put on the position of force. People who have no strength need to face up and show understanding and pull down ~"

countless joking or abusive voices come to his face, which makes Feng Jincang look pale. However, Feng Jincang ignores the abuse of these disciples, pinches his spear and shoots at Lu Wushuang! The tip of the gun condenses a hurricane, which immediately becomes bigger and bigger. It contains infinite strength! The strength of Juqi jiuzhong is revealed in an instant!

"I'll show you how the strength of Juqi jiuzhong is!" In the strong wind, only hear the roar of the wind: "the wind rolls the sky!"

"Peerless, be careful!" Seeing that Lu Wushuang didn't seem to have the idea of using his martial spirit, the Xuanji family members were very anxious. Only Qin Yu still sat quietly in the corner and looked at Lu Wushuang. His eyes twinkled and he seemed to be thinking something.

Lu Wushuang suddenly raised his hand and held out a finger. A shallow cyclone formed on his fingertips, which surprised Xuanji's disciples. It was just the simplest cyclone in the gathering atmosphere. How could he resist the fierce wind?!

"Go." Lu Wushuang's pink lips opened and closed gently. Even though the cyclone whirled toward the roaring hurricane, the wind was so strong that Lu Wushuang dared to be so big. He could not help but be angry and used his greatest strength to swing the whirlwind above the tip of his gun!

A big and a small two whirlwind, instant collision together, issued a huge sound!

"Boom

On the stage, there was thick smoke and dust. When the dust was gone, people were shocked to find that Lu Wushuang's delicate body was still standing in the field, not touching the dust. However, the wind was strong, but he had been thrown out of the arena and was covered with blood.

The sharp contrast between the two is very visual impact. It is quiet around. All the people are staring at each other. They dare not speak out. Their eyes are full of bewilderment and shock. Lu Wushuang... Actually won?

And still in such a light way?!

Is that too much exaggeration? This is no longer a question of combat skills, it is a complete crushing of strength!

After the silence, Xuanji house immediately burst out of the startling cheers, resounding through the sky!

On the other side of Fenglei tower, everyone was gloomy. However, Lei Lixing's face looked a little better. He seemed to have expected the result, but he was not too upset.

"Cough." Under the stage, Feng Jincang suddenly got up from the ground, holding the spear and coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"Can you still get up? It seems that you are not weak either Lu Wushuang said lightly.

"Oh, I lost." Feng Jincang gave a bitter smile and was about to say something, but Lu Wushuang ignored him in the slightest, and went straight to the stage.

This let the original want to reflect their own demeanor of the wind force Cang eat a shriveled, some nostalgic to see Lu Wushuang's beautiful shadow, stuffy back to the wind thunder tower.

Qin Yu looks at Lu Wushuang's eyes, but he is a little strange.In the past, Qin Yu knew that Lu Wushuang's strength would certainly be good, but today he finally saw the tip of the iceberg of Lu Wushuang's strength. Qin Yu would lose both sides when he played Yao Xiu, and almost lost. However, Lu Wushuang's strength was almost the same as Yao Xiu's, but Lu Wushuang won with crushing posture! The strength gap between the two can be seen.

Qin Yu's eyes gradually subsided, and murmured in a low voice: "you clearly have such a strong strength. Why were you stabbed by Xiao Chong when you were in the lower house? Was it to help me establish an image in front of the disciples of the lower house... Matchless, how many things do you hide from me...