Chapter 201

The frivolous color in Wu Lang's eyes soon became dignified after Zi Fengzhan revealed his realm. It turned out to be a military general! You know, Wu Lang spent a year in Haoran college. He has just entered the later stage of military general, but why can the young man in front of him reach the level of military general? It's impossible, impossible. Is his talent better than me?

"Damn it, it's you! You've annoyed me. I'll kill you! " Wu Lang's mood began to get out of control under the influence of vanity. He even threatened to kill Zifeng. No matter whether it is successful or not, he has made a big taboo.

"Then come on." Zifeng's face was calm and terrible. He looked at Wu Lang who rushed over and stood there motionless.

Wu Lang's later strength spewed out. Holding the spirit snake sword in his hand, he shouted "the spirit snake came out of the hole". The spirit snake sword suddenly became extremely fast and shot at Zifeng's throat at the speed of chasing the stars and shooting the moon. When the spirit snake sword swings, it emits strange waves, like charm and magic lure. Its vision becomes hazy. It only feels that a long snake bites and keeps making a "hissing" sound.

If you are an ordinary person, you may be in a trance, but under the mental power of the early stage of entering the church. Point interference is nothing. It's close. When the Wulang ion wind is five meters away, the sub wind moves like thunder.

The solid ground was heavily stepped on by Zifeng's right foot, and there were dense cracks. Zifeng rushed up against the spirit snake sword stabbed by Wu Lang in a more horizontal posture. His eyes were still so calm and natural, wandering between life and death many times. Where does Wu Lang know everything? Is the military general high-level? No, if you've been through life and death. What is it!

Walking like a shadow, before the spirit snake sword touched his body, he just flashed away and passed the long sword in Wu Lang's hand. When the body dodged, the vitality in the body suddenly burst up. In less than a breath, the vitality took away the running muscles and veins of the burning fist. Even though the "unity of people and Yuan" was not yet possible, the vitality was no longer slow at the beginning and needed to be ready and brewing.

With the wild anger in Zifeng's heart, he printed it on Wu Lang's open chest. However, as a student of Haoran college, confrontation is indispensable every day. Wu Lang's left hand turns his fist into a palm and turns his silk palm into a silk palm: pulling cocoons and picking silk, seemingly soft and touching Zifeng's fierce right fist.

Zifeng's fist power seemed to be deep in the mud. There was a trace of delay in his "furious" fist, but it was this trace of delay. Wu Lang's spirit snake sword came back and cut down horizontally to cut Zifeng's arm. In this way, Zifeng had to withdraw his fist and retreat. Zifeng had not seen the sharpness of the spirit snake sword.

For the first time, Zifeng and Wulang were equal. But Wu Lang was shocked. Although the fight just happened in a moment, the boy calling Zifeng didn't take out any weapons at all. In other words, the spirit snake sword occupied an advantage for him! And he is not as good as the boy opposite! Anger, anger, anger! How can you feel at ease if you don't kill this Liao.

Wu Lang never gave in to anyone since he was a child. The only person who admired him was his eldest brother Wu Ming. Wu Ming has always been the object of Wu Lang's imitation. Wu Ming enjoys his tone of speech, his action of holding a sword, and even his sitting posture. What's more, Wu Ming is now the territory of the Wu clan. Except him, everyone else must submit to his feet.

After thinking about it, the spirit snake sword was raised by Wu Lang, and the vitality of his whole body kept running. With the flow of time, Wu Lang's breath became stronger and stronger, and the invisible pressure slowly took shape on the field

"This is the breath of xuanjie skill." Know the little light in the sea, feel it and say it with certainty.

Xuanjie skill? What a rich and powerful Tianzhou Wu family casually uses is the xuanjie level skill. The Wu family is only a few volumes of xuanjie level scrolls up and down. Can't wait long. Zifeng originally wanted to take out the ink knife, but he thought that Ziming's long sword was cut off by the spirit snake sword in one face, so it didn't end. His body quickly approached Wu Lang, and the burning Fist: the flames of war, the wind and fire set the prairie ablaze, the anger soared to the sky, the superposition of three fists, and a crazy shadow of fist, fought towards Wu Lang in preparation

However, Zifeng's eyes fluctuated, and the expected interruption did not appear. When the superposition of the three movements of burning fist touched the distance of Wu Lang's arm, it seemed to hit a slippery and abnormal thing. The direction suddenly changed, and a fist hit the Pavilion behind Wu Lang, and the pavilion turned into powder

Wu Lang smiled lightly. The name of this skill is: Spirit snake nine flashes. At the beginning of Xuanji, Wu Tiankui learned the skill from the sect when he purchased the sword, because he was not allowed to bring back the skill scroll, but Wu Lang really didn't care about the general attack with this spirit snake sword even if he learned it elsewhere. If it hadn't been for the "spirit snake nine flashes" to accumulate moves for a long time, otherwise Wu Lang would rank higher in Haoran college.

The light of the spirit snake sword became brighter and brighter. Just after the sword made a light sound, Wu Lang's mouth was filled with deep pride. It seemed that the next battle was effortless. "Spirit snake nine flashes". As soon as the voice fell, Wu Lang seemed to disappear from sight.

At this moment, Zifeng habitually closed his eyes and released his mental strength. Soon, Zifeng's mouth rose slightly. Wu Lang didn't disappear, but his body was hidden with his sensitive speed under a strange step. Although the speed is very fast, Zifeng can still vaguely capture his track.

But in the next moment, his face changed greatly. In his perception, after each Dodge, there was a fuzzy Wu Lang on the field, but the spirit snake sword was not dim at all. It was cold and fierce. The most important thing is that in Zifeng's perception, all the spirit snake swords are the same, all the same. But what to do

The spirit snake sword stabbed Zifeng in all directions. It was like a shadow. The step was a close step. Zifeng couldn't avoid so many attacks at the same time. For a time, Zifeng added sword marks all over him out of thin air.

In his panic, Zifeng didn't lose his mind and locked the spirit snake sword that hurt him, because he knew that only one of the nine spirit snake swords in front of him was true, but after a blow, the next spirit snake sword was drawn on his arm, and when the bright red blood flowed down, Zifeng was shocked.

Unarmed, how can you resist Wu Lang's fierce attack? If his ink knife is OK, his ink knife is so hard

"If I help you offer the ink knife to the spirit, how can you thank me?" Although Zifeng is now in crisis, Xiaoguang still doesn't give up his plan to take advantage of the fire.

Zifeng, who was dodging around, looked happy and responded in an urgent tone, "whatever you want, as long as my ink knife can compete with his spirit snake sword, my thing is yours."

"Against his spirit snake sword? Don't insult our spiritual family. Sacrificing spirits is just a means of Pediatrics. Take out your ink knife. " Xiaoguang stood up, patted himself, lost his hands behind him, like a great master, and his eyes were full of disdain

What will happen to the ink knife with flat material