Chapter 286
"Since there are still three people at the top of the mountain, it is natural to have another competition. The one with the strongest secret code will get it." Zhao Hu coughed lightly and said.
So at the Spear Master training ground on the top of the mountain, Wu Chang and Wu Rulong stood opposite each other, facing off from a distance.
As for the pony-tailed young man, he stood behind the crowd and waited quietly without saying a word.
"Rulong, it's up to you." Wu Qiankun's eyes were sharp.
In an instant, Wu Rulong moved.
He turned around, twisted his waist, and transferred the force to the gun in his hand, sending it forward.
The tip of the spear in his hand flashed like a cold star, making a sharp sound of wind, and the spear shot out like a dragon.
The fiery energy spread along with the spear, the air exploded, and the energy condensed into a dragon-shaped shadow.
He struck very decisively and ruthlessly, pointing directly at Wu Chang's throat.
Before the gun arrived, the loud noise already alarmed the elders of the Zhao family who were watching the battle.
Wu Rulong was ranked first among the seventy-two sages in terms of spearmanship qualifications recognized by the Martial Saint.
The clan leader, Zhao Hu, stroked his short beard and praised:
"Although he is still young, this shot is already full of fire."
"As soon as the shot was fired, the whole body's strength was twisted into one force, which has exceeded the full force of a normal shot. Is this a super-limited martial arts skill that you have mastered at such a young age?"
But his stab hit a shadow, causing the air to explode and dust to fly.
The impermanence in front of me has disappeared without a trace.
Wu Rulong stood there holding a gun, a little dazed.
But the next moment, a hand jumped out from the shadow under his feet, grabbed his ankle and pulled hard.
With a bang, Wu Rulong knelt forward and fell to the ground. His body made a shallow pit in the martial arts field. His whole body was covered with gray hair and face, and the fierce temperament he had just now was gone.
"This is also called a martial arts competition ---" He opened his eyes wide and wanted to say something else, but was pulled by a huge force again. His whole body was pulled to the ground with his limbs and his head hitting the ground. He couldn't stand at all. The spear in his hand It has also been taken away.
The next moment, Wu Chang emerged from the shadows, picked up Wu Rulong's spear with one hand, bent the spear with both hands, and tied one hand of Wu Rulong lying on the ground behind his back.
"Um...Is this the end?" Zhao Hu and the rest of the Zhao clan looked at each other.
Although Wu Chang's method of avoiding the shadows is obviously not martial arts, it should be the ability of some kind of monster...
But there was obviously a big gap in strength between the two. The little girl just used some tricks to make Wu Rulong almost unable to fight back.
Victory is victory, defeat is defeat.
"There is one more game, we can only count on that pony-tailed young man." Zhao Hu had already figured out Wu Chang's identity as a demon clan at this time, and frowned secretly, not willing to hand over the "Hundred Birds toward the Phoenix Spear".
Although all three passed the examination, Wu Rulong is obviously the better candidate to inherit the spear skills.
There are also half-demon among the disciples of the Gun Saint. Zhao Hu has no racial distinction in his mind, but what he is looking for is preferably a pure-blood descendant of the human race who can develop inner strength...
"Huh? Where's that pony-tailed young man who was very good at Qinggong just now?" Zhao Hu glanced around, but didn't find that person in the crowd.
But at this moment, Wu Qiankun beside him sighed softly.
"Wu Rulong, you are still weak after all."
Wu Rulong, who was suppressed on the ground, opened his mouth and wanted to argue something, but was speechless.
The rules of Wu Jihui are naturally that the strong are respected, and the winner is the king and the enemy is defeated. No matter the means, only the results.
Wu Qiankun stood up and walked towards Zhao Hu step by step, his expression gradually becoming colder.
He originally wanted to follow the rules and give the descendants of the Spear Saint some dignity.
But now that Wu Rulong has overturned, he will naturally not sit back and watch "Hundred Birds Chaotic Phoenix Spear" slip away.
"I wanted to give the former Spear Master some face, but now it seems that I was naive and shouldn't have wasted my efforts."
He twisted his neck, and his joints made a sound like fried beans. His body also expanded, and even the facial features on his face changed slightly.
"I'm tired of watching the assessment game for the weak."
Wu Qiankun's burly body, which was three meters tall, stood in front of Zhao Hu. Just the shadow cast by his body covered Zhao Hu's entire body.
He lowered his eyelids and looked down at the frail old man in front of him:
"Now, it's the strong man's turn."
Chapter 288 Invincible and loneliest in the end (4k
When Wu Qiankun walked up to Zhao Hu in a few steps, his flesh and blood squirmed, and his facial features also changed accordingly.
His true appearance was revealed in front of everyone.
"It's Wu Qiankun!"
"Second on the God List, Xiaowu Shengwu Qiankun, the leader of Wujihui!"
The expressions of all the martial arts heroes watching the battle changed drastically.
A person's name, the shadow of a tree.
Wu Jihui is built on the bloody bones of the entire martial arts generation.
Although Wu Qiankun's reputation is not as good as that of the martial saint, he is still famous in the martial arts world.
People in the martial arts say that Wu Jihui is even more terrifying than Yiren.
After all, although the aliens are more powerful, they have never looked up to warriors and have a deep-seated contempt for mortal warriors. As long as they stay away from them, they may not lose their lives.
But Wu Jihui is not like that.
Both Wu Shengren and Wu Qiankun rose to prominence because of the "Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros Technique" and relied on human warriors as nourishment. There were many high-quality warriors who had been hunted and killed over the years.
There was already an uproar among the crowd.
Several people have already used Qinggong and are ready to escape immediately.
On one side are the descendants of the Spear Saint and on the other are Wu Qiankun. These two parties are fighting, and they are not willing to wade through this muddy water.
And in the crowd, some people still remained calm.
"Wu Qiankun? Could it be that he also has another purpose to sneak into the Xishan Village where the descendants of the Spear Saint are entrenched?" The black-haired young man Long Shankong stood in the crowd, thinking.
At this time, he had already let go of the ponytail tied behind his head, and his long hair was scattered on his shoulders, and he put a human skin mask in his arms.
Long Shankong was one of the three people who climbed to the top of Xishan Mountain the fastest.
But he took advantage of the battle between Wuchang and Wu Rulong to quietly blend into the crowd, and simply changed his face like Wu Qiankun.
Long Shankong is not an ordinary martial artist. He is the grandson of the Eight-Armed Sky Dragon, who was one of the top three in the martial arts world in the past.
Forty years ago in the martial arts world, the second in the world was the Spear Saint, and the third was the Eight-Armed Sky Dragon.
Except for the Sword Exiled Immortal who suppressed the invincible hand of the world with one sword, the second in the world, the Spear Saint, and the third in the world, the Eight-Armed Sky Dragon, are actually not much different in strength.
If the Spear Saint is the former leader of the Spear Dao,
Then the Eight-armed Dragon was the best boxer and kicker in the martial arts world in the past.
The fastest boxer and the fastest kicker, known as the fastest in the world, no one can match.
The "Eight-armed Dragon Fist" and the "Eight Steps of the Dragon" are both the top mysterious skills of the time.
Decades ago, these two top martial arts masters also fought each other many times, and the Eight-armed Dragon was inferior.
The Eight-armed Dragon was a rebellious character, and naturally he was unwilling to be inferior to others.
He was convinced by the Sword Exiled Immortal, but he was not convinced by the Spear Saint who was only slightly stronger than him, and the grudges arose from this.
And Long Shankong came here today, not for the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear".
After all, he also practiced top boxing, so why should he change to learn the martial arts of his grandfather's lifelong enemy, the Spear Saint?
"I always feel that there is something else in this Xishan Village... There are monsters all around the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and there is no super-class master in the village. How can they control the situation? Just rely on the remaining power of the Spear Saint, or rely on the thick fog that never dissipates?"
Long Shankong stood in the crowd and watched coldly.
He has a very high level of Qinggong attainment, and is not as panicked as others.
Although he has not reached the super level and feels that he is not Wu Qiankun's opponent, but relying on his Tianlong Eight Steps, he thinks it is not a problem to escape.
At this moment.
But there are several sharp sounds of breaking through the air, and several Jianghu people who have just performed Qinggong to escape fall down.
Wu Qiankun loosened the handful of sand in his hand and let the yellow sand fall like silk.
A strand of yellow sand, falling into Wu Qiankun's hand, is a powerful hidden weapon that kills people invisibly.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, the strong is respected." He said lightly: "Since it is the turn of the strong, the weak should not make things worse for themselves and give up the delusion of escaping." These Jianghu people who came because of "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear" have varying strengths. With Wu Qiankun's current vision, he naturally looks down on these martial arts heroes. But the advantage is that there are enough of them. There are more than a hundred Jianghu people in total, which is enough as food. Even if he doesn't use them, he can give them to the rest of the Wu Jihui's subordinates. After all, in recent months, although they have surrounded and killed many immortal cultivators, there are also many martial artists who died at the hands of immortal cultivators. A good cook cannot cook without rice. Even with "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill", Wu Jihui still needs to constantly replenish students to continue to fight against the immortal gate. This hand holding sand to kill people immediately shocked the heroes present, and no one dared to move rashly. Zhao Hu, who was standing in front of Wu Qiankun, also raised his head:
"Are you Wu Qiankun?" His expression relaxed slightly, but he was not frightened, only a little wooden.
"Are you trying to seize the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear"?" Zhao Hu shook his head:
"Why bother with violence for such a small matter?"
"Today, we are here to teach the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear" to outsiders, but you are so perverse..."
"Forget it, if you want to get the secret book, follow me."
Qiao Mu didn't say anything, just watched quietly.
He had fought Wu Qiankun before, and Qiao Mu knew how strong he was.
And Zhao Hu seemed to have something to rely on, and he was not panicked.
So he just watched from the sidelines, holding the notes of the Spear Saint and reading them with interest.
Zhao Hu took a step and came to the corner of the martial arts training ground, in front of the stone sculpture of Jingwei filling the sea.
This stone carving is indeed good, especially the Jingwei bird in the middle of the picture, which is holding a branch or stone in its mouth. It is particularly finely carved and lifelike.
"What do you mean?" Wu Qiankun frowned.
"The killer move of "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" is Jingwei filling the sea."
"Don't you want to see the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" left by the Spear Saint?"
Zhao Hu stepped forward, secretly used his internal strength, and slapped the stone carving fiercely.
But there was a loud bang, and the stone carving was torn into pieces.
The lifelike Jingwei bird in the picture flapped its wings at this time, and it seemed to fly out of the painting and pounced in front of Wu Qiankun.
There was a hissing sound.
The stone Jingwei bird has turned into a female figure holding a gun.
This is a slender woman in green, with sharp and resolute eyes, and her long hair tied into a neat ponytail behind her head. There is a rare heroic spirit of a woman.
"No. 1 on the Power List, Demon Spear Qingli?"
Wu Qiankun raised his eyebrows and stood still.
On his face, a claw mark was moving to stop bleeding.
Wu Qiankun stretched out his finger, gently touched the wound on his face, dipped a little blood and put it on the tip of his tongue.
"Blood... the taste of being injured, this is the first time since I came to this Southwest Province."
"I see, this is what your Zhao family relies on... It's a bit interesting." The corners of Wu Qiankun's lips curled up slightly: