When Wu Bucheng used that sword technique, Mu Xiaohan couldn't help but chant in his heart when he saw it:

Ling Xu is a god, and a sword is a swaying spirit. The universe is not born, the vast universe is not there, the three lights shine together, and the same generations are repeated. It is called the ancient times, and it is called the ancient times. The ancient way has no edges. This is said: Pay attention to one move!

This is the case with this sword song, but Mu Xiaohan himself didn't know what it would be like when Wu Bucheng was. He had only seen brother Acheng use it once, but this time...

It's a lot better than the previous one.

But when Wu Buchengren saw that his sword was integrated, he hit the iron-faced man like a green light.

This sword cannot be said to be unhappy!

This sword cannot be said to be ruthless!

This sword cannot be said to be inaccurate!

However, this sword was still one step slower...

With a bang, the unparalleled black man Zhao Qinghe, who had two beards, was knocked away by an iron-faced man with a palm like a piece of paper. At this time, Wu Bucheng's Qingzhu Sword had arrived.

With a puff, he actually passed by his palm!

"Ahh!" The iron-faced man roared in pain, as if the change was completely beyond his expectations.

One person had two hands. He hit Zhao Qinghe with one palm and took Wu Bucheng's Qingzhu Sword with the other palm. This abacus was very good. He could catch the sharp sword with his palm before. What's wrong with it now?

But this time it was different. This sword technique was about to penetrate his hand!

I think of myself as a pair of iron palms, but I have never encountered such a person...

But at this moment, Wu Bucheng tried to pull out the green bamboo sword and fight the iron-faced man, but he couldn't do it any hard. It really made him feel very uncomfortable. Seeing that Zhao Mengyao's woman was beaten out of life and death, he felt inexplicably painful in his heart.

It shouldn't, it shouldn't...

This woman has harmed herself. This woman is always smarter than herself and always plots against herself. Moreover, she is also the princess of the Zhao family. How can she still be...

Wu Bucheng found countless reasons, but finally found that the more he found, the clearer Zhao Mengyao's face became, as if it had taken root in his heart and could not be removed.

"See the trick!"

Wu Bucheng succeeded with one sword just now, but then two people couldn't help it. One was Li Qingxu, the first sword in Wudang. He looked angry and flew over with a sword, all with murderous intent.

The other one is Murong Ping. He frowned, but his hands were not vague. He rubbed his hands and a strange spiral energy burst out!

"Hmph!" The iron-faced man snorted coldly, knowing that the two of them were coming to him, but there was also an interesting thing, that is, Murong Ping seemed to want to kill Prince Liang. This Murong Ping always thought a lot, haha...

I laughed in my heart, but I can't be careless about this method. I am facing two masters, one is the tenth in the world, and the other is the No. 1 sword in Wudang. If I am not careful, I will explain it here.

So, the chest and lungs opened, and then they exhale and sounded, and a powerful palm force came out suddenly!

Rumble!

A sword is like Tai Chi.

One palm is like creating the world.

One force is like a gyro spinning.

The three intersected, like Pangu's opening of the sky, sword energy, palm power, and energy scattered out in all directions, surging and unstoppable. Many people saw it, as if the people there were distorted.

But there is one person among these three, and this person is Wu Bucheng!

Ahhhhh…

With a roar that resounded through the sky, everyone was just staring at the three peerless masters, but suddenly they found that a black air rose into the sky!

"Ah! What?"

"this……"

"Wu Bucheng, you..."

Originally, three kinds of huge forces were connected, but they were dispersed by this black gas. Naturally, the three masters were knocked out.

Iron-faced man, Li Qingxu, and Murong Ping, none of them get the benefits. Everyone has blood seeped from the corners of their mouths, but this is just them in the air.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a loud crackling sound and a strange beast sound.

Slap fork!

The white snake flew out far away, and its body was several times long, and instantly broke the Qingxiu Huaboat opposite the Qingying Huaboat into two sections.

And Qingying Huaboat didn't have anything to do, and it seemed that it could not hold on when it saw the hull break.

"Go to me to die!"

Just after this amazing change came out, everyone heard this sentence from the top of their heads.

I?!

Who, is it the current emperor?!

Everyone looked up and saw Wu Bucheng. At this time, a black air appeared in their eyes, holding the green bamboo sword in their hands, falling from the sky, and hitting the iron-faced man directly!

"You..." The iron-faced man was already in a very embarrassing position at this time. The original iron mask was shattered and revealed his eyes. At a rough look, it seemed to be the face of a middle-aged man.

But now, I can’t care about so much anymore. What should I do if the sword from this sky is better than before?

The iron-faced man was no longer able to use one hand, and the other hand had just faced two masters, and was washed away by Wu Bucheng's black air and was seriously injured. It can be said that he was so exhausted.

But, however, the master is a master. The iron-faced man stood up and instantly kicked Wu Bucheng who fell from the sky.

"A pillar of the sky!?" Murong Ping, who was also injured just now, seemed to recognize this move.

"Huh? Could it be... he is..." Although Li Qingxu was a distance from Murong Ping, he could hear clearly. If he could use such leg skills, he should be...

A boom!

“Ahhh…”

With one sword and one leg facing each other, it was not the long sword that removed the leg, but it sounded like a loud noise. It was Wu Bucheng's Qingzhu Sword that could not remove the legs of the iron-faced man, but...

Bang bang bang bang!

Ahhh…

The iron-faced man was also useless and no longer able to support him, Wu Bucheng's long sword was shocked and flew away, so he simply punched with his other hand. This... there was no move, it was completely a crop handle.

An old punch!

"Wow!" Seeing this, Huang Tianhua felt that he had returned to the entrance of his hometown village and fought with a few and a half-year-old boys, but this kind of fighting was the most exciting. He shouted: "Brother Acheng, beat him! Kill this bastard!"

"Brother Acheng, that..." Mu Xiaohan was really not very elegant when he saw this, but now it seems that such a messy punch is really satisfying.

For a moment, there were constant praises.

Bang bang... After several fists, the iron-faced man's face was no longer in shape, and he didn't know how many teeth fell, so he was so miserable that he had no master's style.

Wu Bucheng seemed to have beaten enough, so he reached out and grabbed the sword.

The green bamboo sword is bright green, and with a black aura blessing, it emits a terrifying murderous aura. This murderous aura can make people weak at a distance.

At this time, the Xuanwu Lake Painting Boat was in the city, and those who knew it was powerful and had some brains, ran away early. As for some guys, such as the madams of the Painting Boat, their bosses, all of them ran away, but they had to stare at them, and they couldn't escape.

And the changes at present were originally crying for my father and grandma, but there was no way. The pleasure boats were losing too much. They were making trouble one by one. They were fighting. Can you fight without harming us ordinary people?

But now...

It’s thump, it’s better, just fight, let’s jump into the lake, and if you’re lucky, you might be able to swim to the shore.

But there was a girl who went the other way and ran to the most dangerous Qingying Painting Boat. This girl...oh, why are she still wearing men's clothes?

It was Zeng Qianqian. At this time, her hair was already in chaos. She was originally very skilled in martial arts, but after the impact of the energy just now, she was going to jump onto the Qingying Huaboat, but she couldn't even tie up her hair that was hit.

Seeing Wu Bucheng, who had black gas in his eyes, a green bamboo sword was about to pierce the iron-faced man's heart...

"Your Highness the Prince! Don't kill my dad!"

Zeng Qianqian rushed over and hugged Wu Bucheng's thigh!

The most shocking change was Huang Tianhua and Mu Xiaohan. They didn't dream of this iron-faced man...

"The iron palm shakes the five mountains and the hatred, you are defeated so miserably today!"

"I didn't expect it would be you... Could it be that Prince Zhao Yan was also killed?"

Li Qingxu and Murong Ping knew the identity of this iron-faced man before.
Chapter completed!