Chapter 107

The peaks are as high as they are about to collapse. On the surface of the peaks, there are many bright wild flowers nodding gently under the morning wind, filled with a smell of flowers, which makes people feel comfortable.

In a mountain peak of Yunyang sect, two beautiful shadows sat on a rock. Both women were eighteen or nine years old. One of them had a beautiful face and exquisite facial features. One of them had a terrible red spot on her face. It was Dugu binglan and Cuiyu.

"Do you think Lu Shaoyou will escape from death?" the servant girl Cuiyu asked softly, looking at the distant mountains with a dull look.

"I don't know. The cliff is too deep. Do you miss him?" Dugu binglan smiled at Cuiyu, dragging her cheeks and staring at the distance.

"What are you talking about? I just think he is very strange. It would be a pity if he was young." Cuiyu said after staring at Dugu binglan.

"He is very strange. It's a pity that he died. However, it's probably because of him that you've been in a daze for a while, but don't forget, you are" Dugu binglan smiled faintly to remind Cuiyu what.

"Well, I'm free and measured." Cuiyu said softly. There was a strange flash of eyes in her beautiful eyes.

"Today is the day when the disciples competed for the number of Pro disciples three years ago. Let's go and have a look," said Dugu binglan faintly.

"Well, well, look at the strength of Yunyang sect." the look converged, and then the two women left the mountain.

Among the mountains, a huge Valley square is surrounded by green mountains, up the mountainside, and countless palace buildings are scattered in the whole mountains.

At this time, the valley is bustling. There are thousands of people around, and on the stone platform in the middle, a beautiful shadow stands.

At this time, the beautiful shadow had black hair like ink scattered behind him. He was wearing a red palace dress, wrapped in the exquisite body arc, and wore a ring of pearl necklace around his neck. The dress was not luxurious, but it made a lot of elegance and nobility invisible, which was unparalleled.

Opposite Lu Wushuang, there was a young man in his twenties, dressed in white robes, with deep eyes and light eyes staring at Lu Wushuang in front of him.

"Wei song is the ninth strong man in the tiger list. Lu Wushuang ranks 17th on the tiger list. I'm afraid it's difficult to challenge success."

This is the last game. There is only one number of Pro disciples. Whoever wins can become a pro disciple. I think Wei Song has a lot of opportunities. "

"It's not necessarily. When Lu Wushuang just came back from Qingyun Town, he was still the 36th in the tiger list. He has been challenging all the way these days. He may have a chance to beat Wei song today."

Wei song is a four fold martial arts teacher. Lu Wushuang is the three fold martial arts teacher. The difference is not small. "Just look."

"Let's start. This is the last place. Whoever wins will be able to become a disciple of Zongzhong."

On the referee's bench, an elder like Yunyang sect announced the start.

"Wushuang younger martial sister, do you think you can defeat me?" the white robed youth looked at Lu Wushuang in front of him and said.

"I didn't know until I tried." Lu Wushuang's Qi began to shake, and his eyes were calm.

"Then I'm not polite." the young man in white robe said softly. His voice fell down, and the real Qi burst out at the same time. The handprint in his hand was tied, and a fist seal came out in an instant. On the fist, the green tendons agitated, and the blue water attribute real Qi covered the fist. Finally, with the sharp wind breaking strength, he attacked Lu Wushuang fiercely.

The jade hand twists slightly, and the handprint in Lu Wushuang's hand also changes. On the jade hand, a wooden thorn is wrapped up in an instant, and finally blows with Wei Song's fist.

A thunderous sound exploded on the open stone platform, which made everyone look at it. It can be seen with the naked eye that at the moment when the wooden thorn and Wei Song's fist seal were handed over in Lu Wushuang's fist seal, the wooden thorn could not go further after penetrating a layer of waves.

The fist seal lasted for an instant, and Lu Wushuang gently stepped back. The handprint in his hand suddenly changed. When the jade hand explored, the green moon sword suddenly came into his hand. The essence in his beautiful eyes flashed, the real Qi poured into it, and then the sword awned out.

Wei Song's figure also retreated rapidly and then clenched his fist.

The two were intertwined in an instant. Their figures flew and their attack power spread out, sometimes causing a huge sonic boom. Their strength was also the strongest among the disciples of the same session. Others were amazed.

After the last twenty rounds, Lu Wushuang gasped for breath. After a dozen sword tricks, a sword awned across the space and pulled out several five pointed star like light spots. The sword awned tore the air flow in the void and twisted towards Wei Song with some terrible momentum.

"It turned out to be the Yellow level wooden martial arts jujube sword formula of Lu family." among the crowd, yang man and Wang Liang were also among them, and their looks changed slightly. This yellow level primary martial arts jujube sword formula is one of the martial arts of Lu family Zhen family. It is estimated that Lu Wushuang went back to practice this time. "It seems to be the Yellow level martial arts." feeling the horror of this sword move, many people around exclaimed.

Although they have been to Yunyang sect for three years, the highest thing is to cultivate the star level high-level martial arts. The Yellow level martial arts can only be cultivated by the disciples themselves, or they can only obtain the Yellow level primary and middle-level martial arts after reaching the wusoul level. As for the Yellow level high-level martial arts, they can only be cultivated by the disciples who have passed them on by themselves. Everything is occupied by the disciples who have passed them on by themselves Appropriate.

Wei Song looked a little surprised at this time. Although he was a little better than Lu in terms of strength, the other party's yellow level martial arts at this time were extraordinary. In the front air, under the full of sword Qi, the Qi swept away. The huge wind pressure made Wei Song's hair fly back and his clothes hunt.

At this time, Wei Song looked up slightly and watched the landing unparalleled. Wei Song had never used weapons. The people in the whole sect also knew that Wei Song had been practicing physical attack. He was not very good at weapons, and his attack power was not under weapons.

His hands clenched into fists. Wei Song's water attribute and true Qi surged and trembled, and then the surrounding air trembled and vibrated. At this time, in front of Wei Song's body, he condensed into a huge Python transformed into true Qi.

The boa constrictor is 40 meters long. Its ears are like the mouth of a bowl, mixed with a terrible strong wind. It is like a living creature. It opens its big mouth and fiercely pours on Lu Wushuang. The boa constrictor swims across the air. It actually produces a harsh sound explosion, and the air flow in the space is scattered. There is a terrible pressure on the boa constrictor.

"Star high-level martial arts, spirit snake playing in the water."

"This is Wei Song's unique skill. It's powerful. It seems that Wei song is going to win or lose."

At this time, the people exclaimed again that in the past three years, Wei song was able to enter the top ten of the tiger list with the unique skill of the spirit snake playing in the water.

The attack of the two people touched together in the surprise of the people. Lu Wushuang's sword awned across the void, and then cut out at the huge python. It seemed that the air flow in the space was dispersed from a distance, which seemed to completely cut through the air. The void passed by the sword awned was distorted.

Wei Song's condensed Python churned, which also stirred the space, wrapped around the sword, and the whole space was shaking.

The sound of space cutting was continuous, and a series of sonic booms sounded. The gas was surging. The whole huge stone platform turned like a tornado, bringing up a water trail, like a drizzle in the air.

The strong Qi surged, and the huge water surface began to be cut slowly. Lu Wushuang's sword Qi was obviously extraordinary. The Yellow level primary martial arts were much better than the star level high-level martial arts, but Lu Wushuang's condensed sword shadow was also fading rapidly.

"The rattan is trapped."

A charming scold came out of his strength. At this time, Lu Wushuang's face was pale. The thick and thin vines of his thumb condensed out of thin air. Then the four winds wrapped around Wei Song, as if a dense rattan silkworm chrysalis were formed in front of Wei Song. The dense cyan light and shadow came in a flash. Before Wei song could stabilize his body, it was wrapped by trees and vines in all directions.