In an instant, just when the attack was about to touch Lu Buwei's eyebrows, a strange figure flew over, and his pale and withered palm blocked the fierce sword energy at the critical moment.

Immediately afterwards, a feminine voice sounded: "As expected of the Sword Master, six first-class Tianzi were defeated in your hands."

Wuming's expression changed, and he looked up and saw a tall and thin young man standing in front of Lu Buwei.

He wore a high crown on his head and a red robe, and his pale face was filled with a strange and strange aura. Although he did not move, the cold chill was emitted invisibly, making people unable to help but

was frightened by it.

Seeing this, Wuming's face could not help but darken slightly. He could clearly feel the bloody and cold aura emanating from this person, which was even worse than the Six Sword Slave.

At this time, the man raised his lips slightly, raised his withered palm and arched it slightly: "I'm here to set up a trap for Zhao Gao, I've seen the Sword Master."

The voice was quite feminine, but there was also a tingling feeling in the feminine voice, as if being stared at by a venomous snake.

Wuming's expression changed and he said, "I didn't expect that there would be an expert like you in the net."

If he was in his prime, he would have no fear, but at this time he was seriously injured. It was indeed very dangerous to encounter a master of this level.

The man named Zhao Gao said with an indifferent expression: "The sword master has been promoted. If you are safe and sound, I will not be able to hurt you at all with my own strength.

However, with such serious injuries, how much of your peak swordsmanship can you use?"

Wuming's eyes flashed and he said coldly: "No need to say more, let's do it."

Zhao Gao smiled strangely when he heard this and said, "Thank you so much, Sword Master. I will spare your life."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure blurred and he was ten feet away in the blink of an eye.

If Wuming's movement skills are extremely fast, then this person is indescribably weird, with a red figure that is as erratic as a ghost and cannot be understood.

After another trance, he appeared directly behind Wuming, and a dry and pale palm stretched out like lightning.

Wuming's expression moved, and he dodged the opponent's attack by turning his body slightly to one side, and then the invisible sword in his hand stabbed with lightning speed, extremely fast!

Zhao Gao was not afraid when he saw this. He stretched out his left hand like lightning and struck the incoming sharp blade without any fancy.

Wuming held the long sword in his hand, turned his right wrist slightly, and the little internal force left in his body spurred the sword energy to burst out, flicking the opponent's palm away. Then the sword's momentum changed, and the sharp blade slashed out horizontally.

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Zhao Gao quickly mobilized all his energy, and suddenly waved his broad sleeves to set off billowing air waves, directly blocking the former's attack. Then he bent his five fingers and turned into sharp claws to attack the former.

Wuming held Hanguang in his hand, and the energy in his body burst out and coiled around the sword blade, unleashing a thunderous strike.

There was only a "bang" sound, and the blood-red withered claws collided with the sword. Suddenly, there was a strong sound of metal clashing.

Following a violent burst of energy, little sparks arose on the long sword.

At the same time, Wuming felt a very strange energy coming towards him. He groaned and took several steps back before reluctantly releasing the strange power.

Originally, after a battle with the Six Sword Slaves, his body was already seriously injured and his energy was greatly consumed. Now that he was facing a master of this level, every fight felt very strenuous.

But at this moment, Zhao Gao flicked his palm, turning into afterimages. His right hand suddenly turned into a strange flower shape, and then he suddenly slapped it with his palm.

Just when Wuming was about to use his exquisite sword skills to deal with it, his figure was involuntarily stagnated, the wound on his body opened again, and his breath was blocked for a moment. In desperation, he had no choice but to raise the sword to the crossbar.

At the same time, Zhao Gao's palm print struck, and that seemingly light palm seemed to contain a very mysterious power, which was difficult to comprehend.

As soon as the blow fell, the palm that was whiter than the woman's was pressed against the long sword. For a moment, there was no sound as if the breeze was blowing on the face, as if it was extremely weak.

However, Wuming's expression couldn't help but change, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart.

Suddenly, the extremely cold palm power exploded, sweeping out layer upon layer like extremely dense threads, eroding into his body like a tide.

Wuming let out a soft drink, sitting and forgetting the limits of his mind's movement. The invisible Qi was continuously released to counteract the former's terrifying attack.

In an instant, a violent surge of energy shattered the ground beneath his feet. Wuming groaned and retreated several feet away, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Gao's cold eyes flickered slightly and he said: "You are worthy of being a sword master, but if you are on the must-kill list, it is not that easy to escape."

As he spoke, a blood-red energy condensed from his palm, faintly turning into the shape of withered bones. Suddenly, terrifying energy burst out, and a ferocious giant skull flew out and engulfed the former.

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Feeling the deadly aura, Wuming did not dare to hold back at all. He merged all the remaining energy in his body into Hanguang, and used all his strength to slash out with his sword.

In an instant, the shocking sword light burst out, and the terrifying sword light, which was more than ten meters long, collided with the terrifying skeleton. The terrible energy storm surged, exploded, and destroyed everything around it...

In the land of Qilu, as the ceremony to worship Confucius approached, many Confucian disciples became busy. Guests from various sects also arrived one after another to watch the ceremony in Songhai.

As the saying goes, it is a joy to have friends come from far away. According to Confucian rules, since friends from all walks of life come to appreciate the honor, they naturally cannot wait any longer.

After the general arrangements were made, a banquet was held according to the specifications.

In the main hall of the Little Saint's Village, the grand and elegant lobby is filled with tables and tables. Many disciples entertain guests from far away, which is quite lively.

Naturally, Ye Zhang was also invited, and accompanying him were Black and White Xuanjian and Jing Salamander.

Xuan Jian was as cold and stern as ever, as if he was indifferent to everything. He performed his duties as a guard as usual and never spoke too much.

In order to avoid attracting attention, Jing Salamander deliberately took off her close-fitting black silk armor and put on a beautiful light yellow dress. She looked even more elegant and refined, and could be described as a complete beauty.
Chapter completed!