The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

Although he was already a Da Luo Jinxian at this time, the feeling of powerlessness that day still made him still fresh in his memory.

"I have this finger, and I came to fight with you, so that some people can't afford to lose, and tell others in the future that I, Chu Heng, rely on the power of the magic weapon."

Chu Heng's expression was half a smile, but Bai Zihua couldn't help but blush when he heard this.

Some people, isn’t it just him?

But Bai Zihua was indeed unconvinced, he bit his lip and didn't speak.

"Only you can beat my finger. In today's battle, I will lose."

Chu Heng looked at Bai Zihua whose complexion was constantly changing, and spoke confidently.

Hearing this, Bai Zihua couldn't help but fell silent.

How could he still have a way out at this time?

Now that Chu Heng has spoken to this point, it can be said that even if Bai Zihua no longer has that confidence in his heart at this time, it is impossible for him to back down.

Bai Zihua stared at Chu Heng intently, with a trace of anger showing on his face.

In his opinion, Chu Heng was insulting himself.

He is a great Luo Jinxian, but Chu Heng's cultivation is not as good as him. kuuhuu

At this time, he said that he can beat himself with just one finger. What is it not an insult to himself?

Bai Zihua stretched out his hand and brought back the black flying sword standing on the ground.

"This is a treasure of my ancestors. It is the famous Xuanqing sword in the world in the ancient prehistoric times. It ranks among the top-grade congenital spiritual treasures. Is your honor still so confident?"

While speaking, a gust of sword energy came from the sword body.

At this time, without the suppression of the Qinggang Sword, the Xuanqing Sword no longer had the awe-inspiring look just now, but instead had the aura of a high-grade Xiantian Lingbao.

Chu Heng didn't speak, but just looked at Bai Zihua indifferently, his outstretched fingers were in the shape of sword fingers, and remained motionless.

Bai Zihua knew what Chu Heng meant.

There was a hint of anger in his eyes, but he stopped talking.

He walked with the sword, and at this time, blue light like thunder and lightning bloomed on the sword body, transforming into countless dazzling sword flowers.

This is Changliu's inherited swordsmanship Yunxiao Nine Styles. When it comes out at this time, infinite sword intent fills the void.

Seeing this scene, Chu Heng smiled slightly, and finally became interested.

Bai Zihua himself was not in his eyes, even though he was already a Daluo Jinxian, Chu Heng still wouldn't take it to heart. (—)

What interested Chu Heng was the secret behind his rapid progress in cultivation.

At this moment, it seems that Bai Zihua has gained a lot during this period of time.

The essence of Changliu's swordsmanship is a phantom word.

At this time, being envoyed by Bai Zihua, there is actually a feeling of magic in the mirror.

Chu Heng smiled lightly, pointed his sword finger forward, and met the tip of the Xuanqing sword without dodging or avoiding it.

Seeing this, Bai Zihua couldn't help but a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

One must know that the Xuanqing Sword is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, extremely sharp, and with his magic power at this time, it is even more indestructible.

At this time, Chu Heng used his physical body to block the sword point, almost looking for death!

But after a while, a trace of coldness flashed in Bai Zihua's eyes, not only did he not intend to keep his hand, but his mana surged even more violently, rushing towards the tip of the Xuanqing Sword.

A burst of extremely sharp sword energy suddenly emanated from the Xuanqing sword, and the space around Xuanqing sword made a sound like rags, and cracks in the space appeared in the void.

Obviously, Bai Zihua wanted to defeat Chu Heng in this blow!

But when Chu Heng saw his expression, not only did he not show fear or anger, but he smiled slightly.

His fingers, as if he didn't feel the murderous intent in front of him, still went straight towards Xuan Qingjian.

Bai Zihua's eyes widened, obviously wanting to see Chu Heng's fiasco.

With infinite power, the Xuanqing sword stabbed at Chu Heng's finger.

But when he heard the sound of "｀々啵", there was a burst of ripples in the space.

Bai Zihua stared, looking at Chu Heng's finger in front of him, it suddenly disappeared!

His heart tightened, he knew it was not good, and his figure stopped.

But the smile on Chu Heng's face imprinted in his eyes, making him suddenly feel hopeless.

The calmness and confidence in Chu Heng's eyes made him realize that he might have failed completely!

Sure enough, a sharp sword light suddenly hit his arm.

Bai Zihua let out a muffled snort, his arm hurt, Xuan Qingjian suddenly fell into the sea, and was put away by Chu Heng.

".ˇFlowers in the Mirror...Flowers in the Mirror..."

Bai Zihua was in a daze at this moment, and couldn't stop chanting these four words.

He has completely lost his fighting spirit.