Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why would I still want to be the leader?

He also wanted to pull Bai Feifei and A Fei back to his side.

So what he was thinking just now was that since he missed the Dragon King Festival, he would announce it to the whole martial arts world and openly accept the challenge.

Because he is fearless.

Even though he knew that Yue Buqun was stronger than him.

"You're going to die."

Zhu Wusi said firmly.

Shen Lang was indignant and wanted to explain himself.

But Wang Lianhua suppressed his words and asked, "I wonder who will win between Your Majesty and Yue Buqun?"

"Do not make jokes."

"Although I am confident, I am not a fool."

Zhu Wusi looked at Shen Lang and said, "Master Shen, unless you can withstand the combined forces of Shangguan Jinhong and Gu Santong, then you are qualified to challenge Yue Buqun. Otherwise, you will surely die."

This is an extremely affirmative tone.

And this attitude towards the dead.

This was very stimulating to Shen Lang and Wang Lianhua.

"Let's have a match."

Shen Lang didn't waste any words.

Directly send a request for discussion.

"it is good."

"Just think of it as a warm-up before the banquet."

Zhu Wusi also wanted to see how terrifying the martial arts skills of this martial arts savior from 20 years ago were.

At the same time, he also wanted to establish his own authority.

Identify the psychological advantages of a partnership.

The two came to the martial arts training ground.

Zhu Wusi stood with his hands behind his back, looking aloof.

Shen Lang was even more casual, not even drawing his sword.

"please……"

"Be careful."

Shen Lang had a very high opinion of himself and did not take the initiative.

Zhu Wusi was more decisive than anyone imagined.

Just point it out.

Straightforward, rough and sharp.

Shen Lang turned his body slightly and dodged it gracefully.

But suddenly, dozens of lights appeared in front of him.

The finger light is as sharp as a flying sword.

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It is a dora leaf finger.

Unable to avoid it, Shen Lang drew his sword instantly.

His movements are extremely graceful and his swordsmanship is casual and elegant.

At first glance it seems incredible.

This description is more suitable for women.

But when it comes to Shen Lang, it is so reasonable.

Zhu Wusi was already close.

Finger techniques and palm techniques burst out at the same time.

Fingering is like a sword.

The palm technique is like a hammer.

His movements were as swift as the wind.

The power of the combination of the three is remarkable.

But at this moment, the sword intent filled the entire square.

Mr. Tiedi's face changed.

Young Master Wuhen frowned.

The Tiangang and Disha hiding in the corners all showed expressions of shock.

They all know how powerful Shen Lang is.

All as overestimated as possible.

But now it seems that it was an underestimate after all.

Zhu Wusi retreated.

He didn't fail, he just retreated.

However, he was still irritated by Shen Lang's nonchalant attitude in his gestures.

Ever since.

Zhu Wusi pointed.

The sharp finger force condensed the terrifying pure Yang Qi.

Shen Lang's expression finally changed and he drew his sword.

This sword perfectly demonstrates the three key principles of speed, accuracy and viciousness.

However, the moment he touched it, Shen Lang felt like he was electrocuted.

He knew that Zhu Wusi had practiced the art of absorbing energy and used the prisoners in the Heavenly Prison as consumables, so his skills were extremely profound.

But no one expected that the combined power of Zhu Wusi's finger techniques and skills would be so astonishingly powerful.

The scariest thing is.

This was definitely Zhu Wusi showing mercy.

Otherwise, he would have been seriously injured in that instant.

This is the end.

Shen Lang didn't dare to act casually anymore.

The sword was as fast as lightning.

The sword shadows are heavy and endless, like falling petals, scattered in an orderly manner.

Hidden within it is the way to nine extreme changes.

Unchanged.

Zhu Wusi still used the Pure Yang Finger.

It’s still the same routine.

But his unfathomable skills allowed him to handle it with ease.

Just point it out.

The sword shadows and sword energy shattered.

The scattered sword energy couldn't even break his protective qi.

Exquisite.

overbearing.

Strong.

This is Shen Lang’s new evaluation of Zhu Wusi.

"Such protective energy."

"I'm afraid it's comparable to the legendary Vajra Invincible Divine Art."

The more Wang Lianhua read, the more shocked she became.

The more I look at it, the more insignificant and pitiful I feel.

But he doesn't know.

At the end of the original plot of [The World's Number One].

Zhu Wusi practiced the power-absorbing technique to the extreme, especially after absorbing the cultivation of countless masters.

He defeated Cheng Shifei's invincible Vajra skills with a head-on confrontation.

Become the world's number one.

Chapter 392 Betrayal?

Zhu Wusi and Shen Lang fought back and forth.

It's all a competition of extreme skills.

The martial arts of both of them are as vast as smoke and waves.

One is cool and unrestrained, the other is otherworldly.

Reflect each other.

boom!

A bright and dazzling sword light burst out.

He was like thunder exploding from a sword in the clouds.

It was like a bolt from the blue on dry land.

It came suddenly.

Appeared strangely.

No one at the scene could describe such a sword.

But Zhu Wushi can.

Faced with such a terrifying sword, his aura instantly became extremely surging.

No, it should be said that it is vast and majestic.

At this moment, Zhu Wusi was like the master of heaven and earth, and a simple palm of his hand carried the terrifying power of heaven.

The sword energy and sword light shattered under the killing power of this palm.

Shen Lang retreated again and again.

But he was not hurt.

Zhu Wusi restrained most of his strength at the last moment.

"You can't even beat me, let alone Yue Buqun."

Zhu Wusi said seriously, "Shen Lang, Brother Shen, I sincerely advise you not to take this fight."

“The question is, do I have the luxury of saying no?”

Shen Lang smiled bitterly.

He realized his limitations.