Eight hundred and fifteenth chapter palm pressure six sword servants(2/2)
"The one you will perform tomorrow will be the Lu Family Dragon Step?"
Sang Jingjing asked slightly nervously.
"Yes, it is this footwork that the young master has practiced to its peak a few years ago. Now it seems like moving on clouds and flowing water, swimming like a dragon across mountains and rivers, and he has reached the point where he can do whatever he wants!"
Wu Fu praised.
"Ming'er is a little overconfident. No matter how exquisite his footwork is, his opponents are still six master swordsmen!"
Sang Jingjing said worriedly.
"It doesn't matter, after all these years, don't you understand the young master? He is no longer a young eagle that needs our care all the time!"
Wu Fu said proudly.
"You!"
Sang Jingjing knew that caring about him would lead to chaos, so she glared at him angrily.
Thinking about it, in the past five years, Wu Ming has not seen any big storms. Even if he loses, won't there still be two great masters standing in his way?
"I didn't expect that my nephew would practice the Lu family's Dragon Step so well, but he only used it to escape. Don't you think he has lost the reputation of such a unique skill?"
Seeing that the Six Swordsmen couldn't fight for a long time and even didn't touch the corner of Wu Ming's clothes, Liu Xuan's eyes narrowed and he praised him secretly.
"Old fox, this is completely embarrassing!"
Wu Fu cursed secretly.
"Ha, since the old prince wants to test my martial arts skills, let's see clearly!"
But in the middle of the field, Wu Ming heard a loud roar, which suddenly rose into the sky.
"Chance!"
The Six Swordsman's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he penetrated vertically and horizontally without hesitation, leaving countless afterimages in the field in an instant, interweaving a large net containing terrifying sword energy, covering a hundred feet in radius, and shrouding upwards.
"Be careful tomorrow!"
Sang Jingjing was in a panic and was about to take action, but was stopped by Wu Fu. The latter shook his head slightly and said, "Let's see how the young master defeats the enemy!"
"Young people are young people, they are impatient and don't know how to be gentle..."
A sly smile flashed across Liu Xuan's lips, but he froze in shock the next moment.
Ouch!
The majestic and powerful thunderous roar shook the void, and Wu Ming's back was seen with a faint golden light and shadow flickering. However, it was not a Dharma image, but a phantom invisible to the naked eye. What no one could see clearly was that the phantom blinked.
It transformed into a thousand-foot-long iron-armored giant bear, stood up, looked up to the sky and roared.
The most terrifying thing is that as Wu Ming pressed his right hand down in the air, the giant bear raised his hands high, and a ball of light and shadow like an ancient crown appeared out of thin air above him, as if he was respectfully asking Wu Ming to wear it.
The unique skill of Baguazhang——Xiong Zhi carries the crown on his back!
If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight!
This is a unique skill formed by adhering to some special power and representing the heavy responsibility of inheriting the lifeline of a clan.
When Wu Ming first came to China, he was surrounded by wolves, and with a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, he forcibly carved out a world. Finally, in the Qianlong Abyss, facing the heavy pressure of evil, he fully understood this.
The essence of one move.
It was obvious that although the Six Swordsmen were strong, they did not have the ambition to shoulder the burden of the clan, and their defeat was a foregone conclusion.
Click!
Amidst the piercing sound of metal and iron, the sword net collapsed at the first touch, six long swords of high grade were all broken, and the six swordsmen groaned and vomited blood and flew backwards.
"Concession!"
Wu Ming landed on the ground, casually cupped his hands, and turned around.
Wu Fu and others followed closely without even looking at the livid Liu Xuan.
"Hmph, feel free to be proud of it. Without that person to look after you, I would like to see how long you can bounce around!"
Liu Xuan muttered coldly to himself, and smashed the jade bottle on the table with a fierce palm.
"father!"
Liu Pingsheng looked at the table full of crumbs with reluctance, his nose twitching. These were all top-quality elixirs, and there were even one or two bottles of elixirs. There were only a few of them in the entire Iron Sword Palace.
Chapter completed!