Chapter 7897

The three generations of ghosts in the hands of the young swordsmen of Silla collided with the golden sword.

Then, there was a sharp metal strike when the weapons were handed over. Once again, it resounds through Tianmen gorge, "whew!" At this time, Wu Mingsheng's heart is not the slightest joy.

The figure of the young swordsman disappeared again. In a flash, the young swordsman appeared behind Wu Mingsheng like a ghost. In a flash, he made a move.

From the beginning to the end, Wu Mingsheng had no chance to react. He could only passively and reluctantly resist the fierce attack of the three generations of ghosts in the hands of the young swordsman with the golden long sword.

Relying on the advantages of his own swords, Wu Mingsheng defused this fatal attack.

Then, the man hit Wu Mingsheng's chest heavily.

At this time, Wu Mingsheng was finally unable to make the so-called response again.

In contrast to the young swordsman, the power he brought by this blow was too strong. He made Wu Mingsheng "Wow!" He opened his mouth and spat out a red blood.

Then, Wu Mingsheng's body was also flying backward at full speed. After dozens of steps, Wu Mingsheng barely stabilized his body, knelt on one knee, and the golden sword in his hand was also inserted into the challenge arena under his feet.

"What? Wu Mingsheng is about to fall off the challenge arena

"Did Wu Mingsheng lose“

"Terrible..."

"If even Wu Mingsheng is not the enemy of the new Luo swordsman in front of him, who else can fight with him..."

I saw that the practitioners of the major schools in Pingyuan province were all deeply shocked when they saw this scene. They couldn't believe what was happening in front of their eyes.

"Just now, Wu Mingsheng, who is still in the limelight, actually lost like this?"

"Wu Mingsheng, the so-called first genius of China, is still not the United enemy of the young man in front of him with such a magic weapon in his hand?"

"It's really..."

"It's really amazing. It's unbelievable."

"It's hard to be successful. The strength of Silla's Xiuzhen world is already so overbearing and excellent, isn't it?"

"Or is it that the Chinese world of cultivation is now in complete decline..."

"Brother Wu Mingsheng!"

Lin Yanran after seeing this scene also can't help but lose voice exclaim, way.

Now she can't care about the injury in her body, so she goes forward to help Wu Mingsheng.

But Wu Mingsheng did not stand up from the ground at this time. He still kept the posture of putting the golden sword in the challenge arena with one hand and kneeling on one knee.

Wu Mingsheng looked up at the young swordsman in Silla. He was bitter and helpless. At this moment, he lost completely.

At this critical moment, Wu Mingsheng was defeated. Moreover, it was a tragic defeat without any suspense!

In addition, Wu Mingsheng's defeat is not only his personal factor, but also represents the highest fighting power of the younger generation in the Chinese Xiuzhen world.

However, Wu Mingsheng's defeat of his highest combat power is the face of the whole Chinese cultivation world