Super Martial God

"Murong Xue, how dare you!"

Yexiu was completely angry.

It is Murong Xue who stands in front of Wuxue in Ximen.

He really didn't expect that Murong Xue would be so brave. He not only covered Ximen Wuxue behind his back, but also dared to do so in front of him.

Murong Xue smiled bitterly: "please forgive me, Prince Ye. Murong Xue is also forced."

She didn't want to offend Yexiu.

But Lin Mu was right behind her. She had no choice.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Yexiu said three "good" words in a row, stared at Murong Xue and said, "Murong city master, it seems that you are iron hearted and want to fight against the crown prince and my yeferris?"

"Murong Xue really doesn't mean to offend his Highness the prince, and it's impossible to oppose night skyscraper."

Murong Xue sighed.

"At this point, there is still sophistry."

Yexiu looked up and walked out, "Murong Xue, there are not many experts around the prince this time. For the time being, you will live a few more days. After seven days, you will be ready to meet the anger of yeferris."

"Stop."

Seeing that Yexiu was about to go out, Ximen Wuxue shouted, "Yexiu, don't avoid the truth and avoid my challenge. If you really have the courage, you will fight with me in person and rely on your father's experts for everything. This is nothing."

"You want to challenge me? Are you sure? "

Yexiu smiled.

"Of course."

There is no snow path at the west gate.

Lin Yan looked at Ximen Wuxue in surprise and wondered whether the other party was crazy.

It was repaired that night, but it was a real Luohan.

Simon Wuxue thought he had assassinated the real arhat, so he could really compete with the real arhat?

"OK, I accept your challenge."

Night Xiu said faintly, "after running over your ant, it doesn't take me much time to level the flying snow city."

"Seven days later, outside the flying snow city, on the Bank of the snow river."

Simon Wuxue said.

"As you wish."

After that, the night repair didn't stop.

After Yexiu left, Lin Yan waited for Ximen Wuxue and said frantically, "Ximen Wuxue, do you really think of yourself as the son of destiny? Who gave you the courage to challenge Yexiu?"

Simon Wuxue wants to say that it's the courage given by your old uncle.

But he could only keep it in his heart.

That day, Ximen Wuxue, Lin Mu and Lin Yan lived in the city master's house.

Lin Yan has felt very strange.

Before, Murong Xue's attitude towards them was very alienated, even not bad. He wanted to chase Ximen Wuxue.

Why are you so polite to them now?

Naturally, she looked at Lin Mu and always felt that all this was related to Lin Mu.

Unfortunately, Lin Mu's look was so faint that she couldn't give a clue.

The next six days.

Ximen is closed without snow.

On the surface, he was closed, but in fact he practiced in Lin Mu's spiritual world.

One day outside, he may have spent hundreds of millions of years in Lin Mu's spiritual world.

Six days later.

Ximen's cultivation of Wuxue has reached the realm of heavenly arhat.

What's more powerful is his state of mind. He has stepped into the sixth view, which can't even compare with many golden Bodhisattvas.

The seventh day.

Ximen Wuxue arrived at the appointed time with night repair.

Snow River, which is a big river nearly kilometers wide.

However, in the western world, there are countless such rivers, and the snow river is not famous.

But from today on, it will be famous all over the world, because the prince of night skyscraper and Ximen Wuxue are about to duel here.

There was no seat or fixed challenge arena by the snow River, but friars from all over the world gathered early.

Night practice, in the eyes of ordinary monks, is the existence of God, high above, overlooking all sentient beings.

And Ximen has no snow, and its reputation is not small recently.

Unfortunately, no matter how famous he is, he can't compare with Yexiu.

It was noisy outside the snow river. Unexpectedly, some businessmen took the opportunity to start gambling, and countless creatures began to bet.

There are few creatures who bet on Ximen Wuxue. Most of them bet on night repair. After all, the cultivation of night repair is much higher than Ximen Wuxue.

Of course, a small number of creatures bet that Simon won without snow.

Because Simon has no snow, he assassinated real arhat.

There are a sea of people on both sides of the snow river. Some come to watch and admire heroes, some come to learn Buddhist experience, of course, some come to do business, join in the fun, and so on.

Suddenly, the whole snow River calmed down and everyone looked southwest.

There, a white spot was rapidly growing. A minute later, a man in white stood on the snow river.

The man in white has no redundant Shaohua movements.

He just looked around calmly and then stood in the air with his eyes closed. His dusty temperament immediately conquered the hearts of many people, especially girls.

"He is Simon Wuxue!" The crowd began to bustle again after a moment of silence.

The cold wind was bleak, occasionally mixed with cold breath, penetrated into the crowd, but was immediately made invisible by people's excitement and enthusiasm.

With the passage of time, the voice of discussion below is getting louder, and Ximen Wuxue is also a little impatient.

A quarter of an hour later, Yexiu still didn't come, but Ximen Wuxue smiled. He laughed that Yexiu was so naive and wanted to spend time slowly killing his momentum. So he just sat cross legged in the air and began to meditate.

Many monks at the bottom were envious and sighed: "this mentality is really extraordinary!"

Half an hour later, there was more talk, and some people began to say that it was too big to repair the shelf at night.

Finally, an hour later, a burst of laughter came from the northeast, and Yexiu came!

"Night prince!"

"Finally!"

The crowd surged again, and the mood of all sentient beings was even more excited than Ximen Wuxue and Yexiu.

Simon Wuxue slowly stood up: "night repair, you're so boring. You think you're drying me, but when I'm waiting for you, aren't you also waiting for me!"

Yexiu's face changed. Indeed, he wanted time to kill Ximen Wuxue's momentum, but in fact, he didn't become impetuous in waiting. Now Ximen Wuxue looks more comfortable than him.

However, Yexiu's face soon recovered a smile: "it's just a mole ant. It's also worthy of the prince's trouble?"

Simon Wuxue raised his eyebrows and said mercilessly, "all right, no nonsense, fight!"

Seeing that the two masters began to brew momentum, a master below began to shout: "everyone back quickly, don't spread the Dharma!"

All living beings around immediately realized that the aftermath of the master competition would also hurt people, and all living beings retreated one after another.

A minute later, there was no one on both sides of the snow River within 800 miles.

Night Xiu smiled coldly and didn't keep his hand. His unique skill "big night rubbing finger" was even out.

Dang, Dang!

Two sounds of metal collision sounded.

Ximen Wuxue studied the Dharma of overnight practice early. He looked very calm. His hands turned over, his sleeves and robes danced, and a large cold wind blew out, which dissolved the Dharma of overnight practice.

This scene surprised many creatures.

In their opinion, even if Ximen is no more extraordinary than snow, there is a big gap between Ximen and night cultivation. Even if it can defuse the latter's attack, it will take some effort.

As a result, Ximen Wuxue dealt with it so easily.