Chapter 7896

Therefore, Wu Mingsheng's attack did not hurt the flesh of the Silla swordsman.

"What a fast sword!"

The young swordsman looked at the deep and long crack on his clothes. He could not help sighing.

"Your Xinluo's body method is also quite strange, but this time I will defeat you anyway!"

At this time, Wu Mingsheng also spoke in a loud voice.

The long golden sword in Wu Mingsheng's hand turned like this, and the golden awn of the sword body became stronger and stronger. In a moment, the long golden sword in Wu Mingsheng's hand turned into sword shadow after sword shadow in the air.

In an instant, the golden light flashed, as if thousands of swords were stabbing the Silla swordsman almost at the same time.

"Thousand swords kill the battle!"

This is one of the most powerful killing moves of Qianbu gate. At this time, Wu Mingsheng didn't make a move, but he showed all the cards he had in his body.

The reason why Wu Mingsheng chose to do so was that he wanted to end the battle quickly in the cleanest way and frustrate the spirit of the young swordsmen in Silla.

"As an opponent, you have the right to know the blade in my hand."

"You can remember my knife. It's called three generations of ghost singing!"

At the same time, his eyes were also in awe. He stabbed Wu Mingsheng with a knife and said, "Qiang!" The sword collided with each other, and there was a sharp spark.

Wu Mingsheng's figure can't help but step back a few steps, full of astonishment and amazement, looking at the old man in front of the Silla in the hands of the three generations of ghost sword.

You know, Wu Mingsheng's previous magic knife has been cut off by the golden long knife in his hand.

However, this so-called Xinluo Dao, the "three generations of ghost singing" can be intact compared with the golden long Dao in my hand!

"What kind of sword is this so powerful? I can't believe that Wu Mingsheng and Wu Mingsheng can shake each other with this weapon! "

"It seems that the Silla swordsman is really not simple. In the process of confrontation with Wu Mingsheng's golden sword, he is not inferior to each other."

Zhang Xiaofan just sneered at the voices of those practitioners around him who talked about me.,

It's really naive to compare his tattered iron with his Tiancong cloud sword.

The emergence of this situation can only prove that Wu Mingsheng's own strength is too weak to talk about his own weapons.

What's more, his Tiancong cloud sword is not sharp at all, but can help him fly in the sky and fly through the sky at supersonic speed.

On the challenge arena, the figure of the young practitioner disappeared once again, which surprised all the people present. However, the practitioner of Silla was so strange that people could not see where he was by his naked eyes.

The next moment, the body shape of the young swordsman suddenly flashed out in the middle of the sky. The three generations of ghosts in their hands were roaring to the air of the incomparable horror sword. They suddenly pierced the space in front of them and called to Wu Mingsheng's tianlinggai.

"A sword breaks through the air!"

Wu Mingsheng once again flurried to use a kill of his own Qianbu gate, and the golden sword was waved.