Chapter 157: Remnant sword

On the peak of the autumn mountain, the whole field was scattered and it was awkward.
"Five thousand and one hundred! Wei Hao really is Wei Hao, actually played such a result!"
"Oh, the most important thing is that Wei Hao did not display the Wuhun. If he displayed the Wuhun, he would show the strongest blow. This number will definitely be higher."
"..."
In amazement, many people shook their heads again and again.
Wei Hao is very powerful, but this level is pure power.
Huang Wei and Qin Nan are both Taiji martial arts. Even if they only have a half-step and a natural world, they can be compared with the first heavens and even the first.
In the realm of cultivation, Wei Hao naturally cannot compare.
In the second floor of Wuyuan Pavilion, Wei Hao saw his achievements and slightly decapitated, and did not have much disappointment. He said: "This is not bad."
After that, he turned and walked down.
The cold man glanced at the rest of the arrogance, with a stern tone, "Don't waste time, come to test quickly!"
"This level, I am coming!"
With a loud drink, Huang Wei’s mouth hangs with a confident smile and slowly comes forward.
His appearance immediately attracted the attention of all the people on the peak of the autumn mountain.
These people, all of whom are very keen to know, have cultivated the Taiji martial arts, and the martial arts have reached the yellow level of the ten products of Huang Wei, what kind of achievements can be created!
"The martial arts release!"
Huang Hao’s eyes suddenly sharpened and shouted. Behind his back, ten yellow lights rushed.
I saw only one of the ten yellow lights, a simple and short sword, slowly emerged, and released an amazing sword meaning, the pressure is endless.
At this moment, many heavenly arrogances are moving together.
"Yellow-level ten martial arts soul, this is the yellow-grade ten martial arts soul, a powerful pressure!"
"It seems that you still don't know, Huang Hao's martial arts, named Wushu, the soul of the sword, this wreckage, the rumor is a Wu Zongqiang strong after the fall, sitting."
"What? The strong man of Wu Zongjing turned into a residual sword and became his martial art?"
"..."
The Tianjiao on the second floor of Wuyuange couldn't help but marvel at it. Looking at Huang Wei's eyes, he was full of envy and awe.
When Qin Nan heard this, his eyes also showed a strange surprise.
In the vast mainland, the types of martial arts, count
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Wins, endless. There is one of them. After the fall of the strong, due to various coincidences, the heavens and the earth are transformed, and finally become Wuhun!
This kind of martial arts, which is made by the strong, has a great advantage, that is, it can gain the experience of this strong person's cultivation before his death.
For example, Wei Hao was promoted to Wu Zongjing and it took ten years. Huang Wei only took eight years.
After releasing the Wuhun, the confidence on Huang’s face was even worse, and then he shouted:
The sword is in my hand, the sword is one!

Huang Hao reached out and grabbed the remnant sword. He immediately displayed the perfection of humanity and unity, and the sword was swift.
"Four seasons swords, follow my heart!"
Huang Hao strode a step, he immediately showed a strong sword skills, like spring, summer, autumn and winter, Qi Qi arrived, the seasons change, all by his heart.
Finally, at this moment, Huang Hao shot.
His body is comparable to the innate truth of the innate world, burning wildly, carrying this amazing four seasons swordsmanship, turned into a blow, directly hit the power stone.
The tall and heavy power stone, which was hit by this attack, finally trembled a little, and a golden figure suddenly swelled out.
Eight thousand nine hundred power!
At this moment, the Tianjiao in the Wuyuan Pavilion, the many scattered repairs on the peaks of the Qiushan Mountain, all show their stunned colors.
"Hey, actually played eight hundred and nine hundred forces, which is more than three thousand more than Wei Hao!"
"I don't think it's Huang Hao, it's really strong. This second level of assessment, the first one is none other than him!"
"..."
Some people are boiling all over the place, and everyone can't help but open their mouths.
Even the cold-hearted men in the second check of Wuyuange are slightly decapitated, saying: "Eight-thousand-thousand-five forces, this battle is very good, and it can completely counter the general preconceptions. Well, since you Tested, then you will step back!"

Thank you for your predecessors!

Huang Yu respectfully bowed to the cold man, then turned and retired, full of pride.
Before the opening of Wuyuan Pavilion, he chose Taiji martial arts to suppress Wei Hao in the realm of cultivation. Now it seems that he chose Taiji martial arts, which is extremely correct. The first place in the second level of assessment is none other than him.
Suddenly, Huang Qi’s footsteps looked at Qin Nan and did not hide his glory.
Qin Nan, if I remember correctly, you are also Taikoo martial arts? If so, I would like to see Look, who is more powerful between you and me."
Huang Wei paused and said: "Of course, I think this assessment, I must be the first!"
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) This sentence is extremely confident and arrogant.
However, all the Tianjiao in the audience, the people on the peak of the autumn mountain, no one, I feel that Huang Wei’s words are wrong.
Because Huang Qi is a Taiji martial arts, or a super genius with a yellow-grade ten-piece martial arts, Qin Nan can not compare with Huang Wei.
"Is it? The area is eight hundred and nine hundred, which makes you so arrogant?" Qin Nan is not at all polite to Huang Hao, and his words are sharp. "In my opinion, relying on your realm, playing such a result is totally shameful." Now, but you are still proud of it?"
"you--"
Huang Qi’s face was stiff and she did not expect that Qin Nan would say this.
Not only Huang Wei, other Tianjiao, but also everyone on the Qiushan Mountain Peak are all stunned.
They did not think that Qin Nan will suddenly erupt at this time, refuting Huang Wei, and his words are more arrogant than Huang Wei.
Eight thousand nine hundred powers are shameful?
Can you still play more than nine thousand troops in Qinnan?
At this time, Huang Wei returned to God and was directly laughed at by Qin Nan’s arrogant attitude: "A good eight thousand nine hundred forces, it is completely shameful, what is your own thing? If you are not Taikoo martial arts, I am afraid that even my achievements cannot be surpassed. What are you doing..."
Huang Wei’s ‘Zhang’ word has not been said yet. At this moment, Qin Nan suddenly shot.
No matter who it is, it is a glimpse. It is not expected at all. Suddenly, Qin Nan will shoot.
I saw Qin Nan striding a step, comparable to the first-ever situation of the outburst of the momentum, the small knife into the virtual world of the knife broke out, the momentum of the whole person, between a short breath, climbed to become the strongest state.
"Huang Wei, your dog's eyes are clear, beat you, I don't even need Wuhun!"
Qinnan eyes are like electricity, drinking like a thunder, reaching out to the power stone to point out!
This finger is a hit.
Only this time, the one-day hit, only the Qinnan one's sword, repair, all gathered together, did not gather Qin Nan's whole person's spirit.
This is the case, the gathering of Xiaocheng’s ambiguity, the instinct of a heavenly environment, and the power of a single hit, has become powerful.
"This is --" All along, the expressionless cold man saw the movement of Qin Nan, his eyes completely frozen.
Immediately afterwards, a single hit broke out and immediately bombarded the power stone!
The whole piece of heavy power stone, at this moment, violently shakes, floating out of a glare.
(End of this chapter)
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