Chapter 1007: Fight

The first thousand and seven chapters fight
After Wu Shanhe moved his muscles and bones a bit, he was about to lie down on the bed to rest, but before he lay down, a sound of footsteps rang from outside the door.
I saw a servant hurried in and said breathlessly: "President, something big has happened! The big thing is bad!"
"Huh?" Wu Shanhe frowned and said suspiciously: "What's the matter, what's the matter? So panicked?"
The man took a deep breath and said, "Chairman, it's not good, people from Guanghan Palace are here! They are at the door now, go out and have a look!"
"Guanghan Palace?"
Hearing this, Wu Shanhe was taken aback for a moment, feeling a little surprised. Logically speaking, Guanghan Palace is now wanted by Dali Temple, so it shouldn't appear so blatantly.
"I have no friendship with Guanghan Palace. What are they doing here?" Wu Shanhe muttered strangely.
"President, you can go out and have a look, that Ling Yuyao of Guanghan Palace...but some of the visitors are unkind!" The next person swallowed and said.
"The visitor is not good?" Wu Shanhe frowned and got up from the bed. He didn't say much. After putting on a piece of clothing, he walked directly towards the gate of the association.
Before reaching the door, Wu Shanhe heard a loud noise. Sure enough, I saw a lot of people standing at the door of the association, it was the Guanghan Palace and others headed by Ling Yuyao.
However, after walking in, Wu Shanhe's brows wrinkled.
Because at this moment, Ling Yuyao didn't look so kind, her face was frosty, cold as frost, and she was holding a sharp sword in her right hand, looking aggressive.
The cold breath rushed out of Ling Yuyao's body, making the surrounding tens of meters into the winter trance. There was a thin ice crystal on the ground, reflecting the crystal clear luster in the sun.
"President Wu, I've been admiring for a long time!"
Standing at the gate, Ling Yuyao opened her red lips lightly, her voice as crisp as a lark. However, in this voice, there is sorrow, which makes people shudder.
And the gate of the Martial Arts Association, which should have been closed, was chopped in half by Ling Yuyao at this moment, and pieces of wood were scattered on the ground.
Wu Shanhe frowned and said, "Ling Palace Master, I've been looking up for a long time, what are you doing? Why did you come to my martial arts association and destroy the gate of my association? Isn't that justified?"
"Sorry." Ling Yuyao's eyebrows drooped slightly, and said, "Your Guild has been shutting the door tightly. I have no choice but to make this move. I hope President Wu will not blame it."
"Then I don't know why Palace Master Ling came today?" Wu Shanhe asked.
"I have something to ask!" Ling Yuyao said.
"What's the matter?" Wu Shanhe asked.
"Ask Senior Wu to fight with me, a battle of life and death!" Ling Yuyao said loudly, her right hand shook, the sword in her hand was directly inserted into the ground, and the blade hummed.
hiss!
As soon as he said this, there was a rush of air-conditioning noise around him, and everyone looked at Ling Yuyao strangely.
"Palace Master Ling, what's going on? Is it going to be a duel with President Wu? Or is it a life and death battle?"
"What's the matter? Isn't there any unstoppable hatred between them?"
"No? I heard that Guanghan Palace and the Martial Artist Association have no friendship, let alone hatred."
Everyone was whispering, their tone was full of doubts, and let alone their doubts, even Wu Shanhe, who was the person involved, was puzzled.
Wu Shanhe frowned, shook his head lightly, and said, "Sorry, Palace Master Ling, I can't agree to your request."
For one thing, he and Ling Yuyao have no grievances and no grudges. Secondly, today he is injured and cannot use spiritual power. If he agrees, he will probably die.
Hearing Wu Shanhe's words, Ling Yuyao frowned. She didn't talk nonsense any more and pulled out the long sword beside her directly. With a fast pace like lightning, Ling Yuyao rushed directly towards Wu Shanhe, and the blade of the long sword pointed directly at Wu Shanhe. The blade sneered in the air, causing a harsh sonic boom.
brush!
With a sword swung, the air seemed to be cut in half.
Wu Shanhe stepped back, evading the sword dangerously and dangerously, and shouted anxiously: "Palace Master Ling, you and I have no grievances in the past and I have no grudges in the near future, why do you want to attack the old man?"
Ling Yuyao said lightly: "President Wu, although we have no hatred, you must die today!"
"Why?" Wu Shanhe frowned.
"No why!" Ling Yuyao snorted coldly, directly raised her hand, and countless ice crystals condensed on her jade hand. At this moment, Ling Yuyao's right hand was full of chills, and the five fingers looked like white suet, looking beautiful.
However, the breath radiating from it made people shudder.
Ling Yuyao waved a palm!
boom!
This palm, sturdy, patted directly on Wu Shanhe's chest.
Wu Shanhe was shaken back more than ten meters away, and there were five more slender fingerprints on his chest. The meat on his chest was frostbitten, and the cold poison bit into Wu Shanhe's flesh and blood.
"Huh?" Ling Yuyao frowned and said curiously: "Chairman Wu, why don't you fight back? Your strength should be more than that?"
"Ling Palace Master, don't bully others too much!" Wu Shanhe gritted his teeth, and the sharp pain from his chest also caused a few drops of cold sweat to slide on Wu Shanhe's forehead.
"President!"
"President, are you okay?"
"Ling Yuyao, I'm fighting with you!"
Seeing this scene, the faces of the surrounding Martial Artists Association changed drastically, and they had to fight Ling Yuyao with their weapons.
"Stop it!" At a critical moment, Wu Shanhe yelled and said: "Come back, you are not her opponents, don't die!"
"Oh, just know it."
Ling Yuyao Lian stepped lightly and walked slowly toward Wu Shanhe. Wherever she walked, a layer of ice crystals formed on the ground, and the biting cold temperature made people shudder.
Ling Yuyao reached Wu Shanhe's neck with a sword, and said coldly: "President Wu, since you don't resist, I will accept your life!"
Ling Yuyao sneered, and quickly wiped the sword in her hand towards Wu Shanhe.
But at this moment!
Before Ling Yuyao's sword had time to wipe it off, a scorching high temperature surged towards Ling Yuyao like a sea wave.
Chi Chi Chi Chi...
Where the high temperature passed, the surrounding frost disappeared instantly, and a fiery red figure appeared in front of Wu Shanhe.
She raised her hand and gently grabbed Ling Yuyao's sword.
Hot lava gushed from her right hand, and Ling Yuyao's sword was directly melted into molten iron and fell to the ground tick by tick.
But for a while, Ling Yuyao only had a bare sword hilt in his hand.