The First Evil Emperor of Martial Arts

"flew away?"

"The speed is too fast to catch up. It's a pity that there is no good show to watch."

"It's a pity that the masters are not here, alas."

Wuming and Huangying left one after the other, and many people who wanted to see Wuming sighed again and again. They wanted to catch up, but they only had a few tricks and three-legged cat skills, so they couldn't catch up at all.

Yang Zheng smiled and took a step forward, flying out like a gust of wind.

"So fast! This is also a master!"

someone exclaimed.

Emperor Eleven chuckled, turned into a shadow, and chased after him.

"Another master!"

exclaimed again.

In front of the blacksmith shop, the onlookers looked at each other in dismay. I really didn't realize that those two people were experts.

......

There are mountains.

have water.

someone.

By the river, the two stood opposite each other.

One of them, holding a sword in his hand and carrying it behind his back, looks like a peerless master.

This person is nameless.

The other person, holding a long knife in both hands, has a stern expression and sharp eyes, as if he is brewing a powerful move.

This person is Emperor Shadow.

Wuming and Huangying chose to fight in this beautiful place.

A hundred meters away, there were two other people on the hillside, Yang Zheng and Di Shiyi.

"Master tricks like them usually have to be brewed first."

Emperor Eleven.

"Oh."

Yang Zheng nodded.

It's normal to have a mastery and brew the atmosphere, it's nothing.

But how will they brew?

"In the last battle, there was no difference between you and me. At that time, you still had ten successes, so you didn't use ten thousand swords to return to the ancestors, and I didn't make any surprises. Now, you only have one left. Success power, if you want to beat me, or you want to take over my shocking changes, you can only use ten thousand swords to return to the ancestors."

Huang Ying spoke, his voice was very cold.

"You know that I only have the ability to succeed, why do you want to fight with me?"

Nameless sigh.

"I just want to see if your Wanjian Guizong is as mysterious as the rumors say!"

Emperor Shadow responded.

Then, the two fell into silence again, and they still didn't make a move, as if they were continuing to brew their emotions.

"call."

At this moment, the wind is blowing.

The wind and grass moved, blowing across the river, blowing over Wuming and Huangying, making their clothes and long hair dance.

According to Yang Zheng's vision, this time is the best time to start, because it is hidden in the way of heaven, moving with the wind, and invisibly, it can achieve the best state.

Of course, there is no such thing as an optimal state for an anonymous person who has only one success left. Once he succeeds, no matter how he exerts it, it will not be his best state.

"got windy."

Wuming spoke, but he still didn't make a move.

"got windy."

Huang Ying also spoke, but did not do anything, but his voice was colder.

"Have your shocking changes finally come to fruition?"

Anonymous asked.

"My shocking seven changes have been completed, just waiting for your ten thousand swords to return to the ancestors!"

Emperor Shadow replied.

After a brief conversation, the two fell into silence again, silent in the wind.

They just didn't do it!

It seems that further emotions need to be brewed!

"How, I'm right. If you are a master, you need to brew the atmosphere first, and wait for the fighting spirit to soar before you start. At that time, it will be a single move to decide the winner."

Emperor Eleven.

"A little bit boring."

Yang Zheng shook his head slightly.

The battle between Wuming and Huangying was too slow, both of them were too slow. Emperor Shadow is a little better, at least the fighting spirit has soared, and Wuming, or Gujing Wubo, gives people a sense of peerless mastery. However, this is just an illusion.

Yang Zheng couldn't feel the nameless fighting intent at all.

Perhaps, this is the realm of namelessness. In the face of any master, he can take it calmly, even if there is only one success left, he can maintain the demeanor of a peerless master.

However, in Yang Zheng's eyes, this kind of peerless master style is useless, because if he shoots and slams it with one palm, Wuming will lose, even if he uses Wanjian to return to his ancestors, Wuming will still lose.

The namelessness of a successful power is really too weak and too weak.

The wind stopped.

Yang Zheng smiled, the two by the river, are they finally going to start? It's pointless to keep brewing like this.

"Wuming, I'm going to take out a knife, and I'm going to make a shocking change. If you don't use Wanjian and return to the sect, you can't take my knife."

Emperor Shadow opened his mouth.

"it is good."

Anonymous response.

"Shocking seven changes!"

Huang Ying said the knife and released the knife, and the whole person moved in a flash, holding the shocking sword in both hands!

This knife is very good!

In one sword, there are seven types of sword intent, and the seven types of sword intent are perfectly integrated. Although there is a big gap compared with the god-level martial arts such as Tiger Soul Sword Art, but in Fengyun Kingdom, it is definitely a very good sword method!

This knife has the power of Shattering Realm!

So, what about nameless?

How to deal with the nameless success?

Will he use ten thousand swords to return to his ancestors?

Yang Zheng's eyes moved and fell on Wuming!

Wuming, the martial arts myth in the wind and clouds, at this moment, he should show his fame!

"Nameless! If you don't use Wanjian to return to the ancestors, you will die!"

The Emperor Shadow shouted, his energy exploded, and the blade became stronger!

This knife, if Wuming, who is successful in strength, does not use his stunt, it is impossible to resist!

Thousands of Swords Return to the Sect!

Come out!

Never come out again!

You are beheaded without a name!

Yang Zheng's eyes narrowed, Wuming finally made his move, finally made his sword!

Sword out!

Sword light up!

It is not a sword light, but a hundred, a thousand, and in an instant, it is a thousand sword light!

Thousands of sword lights, spiral sword potential, extremely dazzling!

This sword is Wanjian Guizong!

"Zheng!"

"boom!"

this moment!

Wanjian Guizong VS Shocking Seven Changes!

Sword Skill VS Sword Skill!

Who is strong and who is weak?

The sword is powerful and the sword glow is shining, intertwined at this moment, dazzling!

"is acceptable."

Emperor Eleven commented.

Yang Zheng just smiled and didn't make a sound, but watched the sword intent and sword qi dissipate.

The knife dissipated.

Sword Qi retreated.

By the river, as before, Wuming and Emperor Ying stood opposite each other.

"call."

At this time, the wind picked up again.

The wind blew from the two of them, blowing their clothes and long hair, and the two figures had a vague feeling at this moment, as if the move just now was a tie.

"If you have ten thousand swords and return to your ancestors, I will definitely not be your opponent. In this battle, you are considered to have won."

Huang Ying opened his mouth, said a word, and turned away with a long knife.

Wuming's face was indifferent, and his eyes turned to look at Yang Zheng and Emperor Eleven.

"Yang Zheng, do you want me to give some pointers to Wuming?"

Emperor Eleven suddenly smiled.

Yang Zheng shook his head slightly.

The nameless Wanjian Guizong, he saw just now, the Wanjian Guizong is indeed a stunt, but Wuming has only one success power, the so-called Wanjian Guizong just now only has the power of the Broken Realm, and even a little weaker.

In fact, at this moment, Wuming's body has lost even a single success.

His ability to succeed can only support him to cast the Ten Thousand Swords and Return to the Sect once.

Wuming, martial arts myth, why is it so weak?

Yang Zheng couldn't help sighing in his heart, maybe God put a shackle on Wuming's body, locking Wuming's skill at only 10%. ..