Chapter 7886

To be exact, Wu Mingsheng and the sword in his hand!

The sword in Wu Mingsheng's hand is too strong and incredible.

After hearing these words, people subconsciously set their eyes on the golden sword in Wu Mingsheng's hand. For a moment, their hearts and minds became shocked.

This is really too natural and unrestrained, too calm, and only Wu Mingsheng such a proud son of heaven can be worthy of the peerless magic weapon!

At this time, there was a huge bone scar on the chest of thunderstorm cloud.

However, for today's thunderstorm cloud, he is standing still, because at this time Wu Mingsheng's golden sword blade pointed to his throat.

Compared with his own skin pain, what he really can't accept is the bitter feeling in his heart.

Over the years, it can be said that the practice of thunderstorm cloud is day and night, never any laziness, every time is a snack.

It is precisely because of his hard practice that thunderstorm cloud can be said that his true yuan cultivation is progressing rapidly, and his heart can not help but be infected with the pride of ten thousand Zhang.

If he can defeat Wu Mingsheng in the zongmen competition on the plain, and win the first place in the competition, he will be famous all over the world!

However, what thunderstorm cloud didn't expect was that although he made rapid progress in the field of self-cultivation, it's still too early.

In particular, after the man Zhang Xiaofan appeared, thunderstorm cloud's heart is a vague emergence of an inexplicable impulse.

Thunderstorm cloud is eager to challenge the young man who killed the whole Chiyou hall by himself!

After defeating Zhang Xiaofan, his thunderstorm cloud will be able to become famous in the whole Chinese cultivation world!

Although the ideal has been very full, but the reality is incomparable sense of bone.

To Wu Mingsheng's surprise, his dream has died at this moment.

Now, he has been defeated in the hands of Wu Mingsheng, which makes thunderstorm cloud very angry, and he is really unconvinced.

If Wu Mingsheng didn't have such a sword in his hand, he would have no chance to defeat the powerful enemy in front of him.

But still that sentence, the ideal is too full, the reality is hard to give thunderstorm cloud a big mouth.

Wu Mingsheng was so unlucky that he could find such a rare weapon in a hundred years.

"Wu Mingsheng is worthy of being a generation of young heroes in our plain province. No matter what else, it's just for the strength that Wu Mingsheng has now. That's also the first one!"

"Even if you look at all the young heroes in the whole Chinese cultivation world, I don't think many of them can be compared with Wu Mingsheng?"

Song Fengming also stands on the roof, touching his mustache with one hand, thinking to himself excitedly.

At the same time, song Fengming also felt that he had light on his face, and he was elated and optimistic.

Moreover, in his words, Wu Mingsheng was highly praised. Only the black robed old man and Zhou Lao's face really showed a touch of bitter smile.