Wu Shengjun looked up proudly.

It seemed to have exposed Nangong Yue’s little secret.

"Brother Xiao!"

"The stone hammered!"

"This person is Su Shen!"

Wu Shengjun laughed like thunder, and his voice shook the whole field.

Xiao Potao, the man who swung the knife, let out a long roar, his clothes were swaying without wind, his feet suddenly stepped onto the ground, blood roared in his body, and sweat was like rain.

"Not good!" Uncle Ying and the baby's face changed wildly.

The surging sword intent flowed on the heavy ancient sword in Xiao Potao's hand, turning into nine white rainbows, like a sword light slashing through the air.

Take a look at it at first glance.

Like a surging wave, continuous, one level is better than another.

The sword wheel is turning nine times, and the big waves open the sky!

This is the core martial arts of the Xiao family. It is rumored that the ancestor of the Xiao family once used such shocking martial arts to cut off the 100-meter-long river surface with one sword. The endless sword intent always stretched across the river, the river was isolated, and the waves were startled, just like opening the sky.

Xiao Potao used this knife tonight.

Although it is not as powerful as the ancestor of the Xiao family who cuts the Jiang Baimi with one sword.

But it also has a bit of charm and cut off a pavilion in the sky.

'boom!'

The dazzling sword light cut off the four stone pillars of the pavilion, and then slashed on the lake surface, splashing waves of water five or six meters high, extending to more than ten meters away.

Everyone looked at it.

I saw that the lake surface seemed to be slashed open by Xiao Potao.

"snort!"

Uncle Ying jumped up and fought with the baby to kill Xiao Potao.

On the other side.

Nangong Yue's skirt was flying, her breath rose step by step, and her head was covered with shoulders and waterfall hair rose up. She was so gorgeous, like a god-shot man, without any trace of human fireworks on her body.

Beside her, internal energy erupted and turned into white clouds.

In Wu Shengjun's eyes, this white cloud was formed by the gathering of countless white silk threads as thin as hair.

The ancient martial arts should wrap the cloud hands, which is known as condensing energy into silk, and raising the hand to wrap the clouds. The internal strength is constant and the cloud hands are endless, which makes countless martial arts masters suffer from it.

"Tonight, I will use the Angry Dragon Fist, and you will be the only skill of heaven and man in the future!"

Not only did Wu Shengjun not retreat, he instead bullied himself and approached him.

Nangong Yue's lips were cold and spitting out two words: "Noisy!"

However, the jade finger was slightly raised, filling several feet of the body, like the white air evaporated by clouds and mist, condensed into countless silk threads, densely strangled towards Wu Shengjun.

‘Boom!’

Wu Shengjun made thirty-eight punches in a row.

By the last few punches, there was already a faint roar of dragon roar, and a rage dragon fist, approaching the pinnacle.

The white air waves visible to the naked eye, like small tornados whistling, sweeping around continuously.

It was only these white silk threads that were enough to break the steel that were shattered by Wu Shengjun's angry dragon fist, and they would be condensed again in the next moment, as if endless.

"The internal strength is constant, and the clouds are constantly extinguished!"

"The Chan Yunshou of the ancient martial arts is indeed well-known."

Wu Shengjun's pupils shrank.

This unique martial arts is a shocking martial art created by the ancient martial arts masters specially for the masters of the realm of transformation. Only those who can practice it can be practiced in the realm of transformation.

Users, as long as their internal strength is not consumed, they can condense into cloud-wrapped threads until they kill the opponent.

Specially used for physical fight.

"Look at me smashing you with one punch." Wu Shengjun roared.

His fists were like dragons, shattering the white mist all over his body and hitting Nangong Yue’s chest.

Nangong Yue retreated and landed silently. When she covered her appearance, a corner was lifted by the fist wind.

A beautiful face suddenly appeared.

However, at this moment, Nangong Yue's beautiful little face was covered with frost.

"If I were twenty years younger."

"I'll take you to bed anyway!"

Wu Shengjun spoke in surprise.

Nangong Yue snorted coldly: "I'm afraid you won't have that life."

Wu Shengjun seemed to see something clearly, shook his head and said, "No, I can feel your internal strength, and there is a blockage when it is running. It seems that because of your physical condition, you must not easily use the power of the realm."

"Every time you use the power of the realm, you will leave irreversible injuries in your body."

"I see!"

Wu Shengjun laughed.

Nangong Yue said calmly: "That's enough to defeat you."

Her fair and slender hands penetrated into the clouds and mist, and her ten fingers kept tugging. It was like a lady from Jiangnan stroking the pipa, her behavior was gentle and elegant.

'boom!'

Countless white silk threads were wrapped tightly.

Wu Shengjun was like a rice dumpling, wrapped in layers on the spot. The protective energy on his body was instantly torn apart by white silk threads, deeply strangled into the flesh and blood.

"Young girls, it's so exciting!"

Wu Shengjun laughed loudly.

Nangong Yue smiled and said, "The more exciting one is still behind!"

Then she held her hands, and invisibly, some force seemed to gather from all directions.

"Not good!" Wu Shengjun screamed.

Before he could break free from the cloud-wrapped thread.

Nangong Yue shook her head and said, "It's too late."

Thousands of energy lead to the energy of the jade fingers wrap around the clouds!

I saw Nangong Yue’s palms like a knife, and the clouds were wrapped around it, almost condensed as solid, and finally slashed down violently.

‘With a sword in your hand, you can kill all the people in the world!’

In Wu Shengjun's horrified vision.

Nangong Yue slashed his palm, blood splattered, and an arm flew high.

"Ahhh!"

Wu Shengjun's left arm was cut off, and he was frightened and angry. A powerful force burst out from his body, breaking through the huge white air net.

Then he punched Nangong Yue back.

He screamed: "Brother Xiao, retreat quickly!"

Xiao Potao, one by one, blocked the two major realms of transformation and joint killing.

Seeing Wu Shengjun's arm break, he looked at Nangong Yue with complex eyes, and without any hesitation, he turned around and ran away.

Uncle Ying wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Nangong Yue.

"Stop chasing."

"It is easy to defeat the master and kill the master!"

"They both want to leave, but we can't stop them."

After Nangong Yue finished speaking, her face showed a haggard look.

Wu Shengjun was not wrong.

Although Nangong Yue has the cultivation level of transformation, he cannot use the power of transformation as he wishes.

All of this is because of her special physique. Every time she uses it, she will leave a little disability in her body.

Usually, her cultivation is sealed by the Secretary of Medicine God Valley.

If it weren't for the critical situation just now, Nangong Yue wouldn't have used it easily.
To be continued...