Murong Longcheng looked at Wu Yun and saw that he was indeed as Murong Hu said. He looked like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, but his whole body exuded a powerful aura like a prison.

He stood there, as if a hot and domineering sun.

"It's true that I am also a descendant of the Taoist tradition of the Temple of Martial God! But my ice true energy should be able to restrain him."

Murong Longcheng thought in his heart, and then spoke: "This is Brother Wu, who is the leader of the martial arts world today and calls himself the God of Martial Arts? He is also the initiator of the Canghai Martial Arts Discussion. Tell me, how can we compare?"

In fact, there were seven people present, so it was really troublesome to use how to compete to determine the invincible world.

If you choose a random battle, it may not be fair. If you take turns to compete, it will not only take too long, but other problems may also occur...

So after Murong Longcheng asked, Xiaoyaozi, Duan Siping and others also looked at Wu Yun to see what he said, the host initiator.

He has indeed considered this issue long ago...

Wu Yun said, "In fact, we can divide the seven of us. I have already competed with Murong Hu and are slightly better. Can the monk admit this?"

The old monk in gray clasped his hands together: "Wu Shaoxia's martial arts skills are amazing, and the old monk sighed that he was not as good as he did. If it weren't for the help of Brother Longcheng, he would have been injured. This time, the old monk also knew about martial arts in Canghai."

That's it!

Wu Yun smiled and said, "Brother Longcheng and I are better than monks, so there is no need to compare this. Senior Duan and Senior Xiaoyaozi, you two lived in seclusion in the Changchun Valley of the Undying Changchun for a hundred years. Have you ever had any conversations during this period?"

Duan Siping nodded: "Of course there is. I fought with Brother Xiaoyao twenty-three times, and in the end they were all tied, and it was hard to tell the difference."

Wu Yun seemed to have expected it, and after receiving a confirmed reply, he continued: "Since that's the case, it's simple. You only need the monk to use the magical skills of the Liuli Buddha Kingdom that can be attacked and defended. If any one of Senior Duan or Senior Xiaoyao can break it, it means that the four of us are better than the monk."

"Next, I will fight with Brother Longcheng, Senior Dugu, Senior Xiaoyao and Senior Huang Shang, and decide the winner separately. In the end, the three of them will be convenient. What do you think?"

After he finished speaking, he smiled without saying a word, waiting for the other six masters to think.

a long time.

Duan Siping nodded first: "This method is good. Because I am not the same as Brother Xiaoyao's martial arts, in fact, only Brother Dugu and Brother Huang are the most mysterious. I think Brother Dugu is also good at using swords, which happens to be similar to me."

That's right!

Huang Shang also looked at Xiaoyaozi while stroking his beard: "Brother Xiaoyao is both from Taoism, and there will be no unfair situations of mutual restraint when fighting each other."

Wu Yun's method was unanimously recognized by the other six masters.

"Then, this martial arts discussion on the banks of Erhai Lake under Cangshan Mountain will officially begin. Senior Duan, see if your six-mechanical divine sword skill can break through the glazed Buddha land of the monk."

After Wu Yun finished speaking, he flew backwards first and stayed away from the battlefield.

Dugu Qiubai, Murong Longcheng and others also retreated one after another, leaving this place to Duan Siping and Murong Hu...

"Amitabha, good, good, good. I have experienced Wu Shaoxia's six-merid sword before, and this time I let the old monk come and learn about the donor's methods."

The old monk in gray chanted the Buddha's name and used his light skills. His whole body floated lightly towards the Erhai Lake like a leaf - it seemed that he was planning to compete over Erhai Lake.

"Okay! I have also studied Buddhist scriptures below and want to see what is the mystery of the magical power of the Glazed Buddha Kingdom of the Divine Monk."

Duan Siping also jumped into the air and rolled up a strong wind to the sky above Erhai Lake.

The two were about ten feet high from the lake, and they gathered seven or eight feet away, confronting each other.

Nearly ten thousand people from all over the world watching the battle in the distance on the ground were excited when they saw it...

"It's beginning! All the battles today will probably be recorded in history."

"That's right! From now on, it may not only be circulated in the world, but even the official history in the temple will be recorded."

"I heard that he was the founding emperor of Dali? He must be two hundred years old."

"Oh my god! It's really a fight between gods."

In fact, Duan Siping and Murong Hu are not really competing in martial arts, but are just competing with the strength of the strongest martial arts. This is convenient for subsequent battle arrangements.

Although Murong Hu had been hiding in Shaolin Temple for decades, he also studied Buddhist scriptures to cultivate one's own character, but in fact, he did not really achieve "everything is empty" - otherwise he would not have appeared to save Murong Fu and then went to Murong Long City.

He just became a gentler temperament, not without desire and anger.

During the conversation just now, Wu Yun regarded him as the weakest among the seven people, and even used it as a "wistling stone" to reflect the ranking of other masters!

Murong Hu was actually angry.

So, he really wants to beat Duan Siping!

"Amitabha Buddha, Duan Duan, the old monk's glazed Buddha land. That's it..."

After the words came, Murong Hu's true energy in the Dantian was circulating, and his hands were stretched out.

Suddenly, waves of Buddhist and Buddhist singing came from his body!

Oommani Bame Hum...

Oommani Bame Hum...

The sound of Buddha tilted down from the shimmering Erhai Lake and spread to all directions.

Nearly ten thousand people watching the battle on the shore of the lake all heard the sound of the Buddha clearly, as if they were resonating in their hearts. They inexplicably felt a sense of awe.

"The Kingdom of Glazed Buddha should be far away from the world! It should save all living beings."

A dazzling golden light surged from the old monk in gray, and finally formed a huge translucent light ball, covering him, forming a glazed texture.

Seeing this, Duan Siping couldn't help but praise him sincerely: "What a great move to Buddhist magic! God monk, be careful."

He raised his hand.

Zheng!

A sword sounded, and the sound shook ten miles.

The people watching the battle immediately felt a strong and bloody battlefield aura of golden swords and iron horses, and rushed towards them, as if Duan Siping was alone, and he was alone and pulled everyone into the battlefield.

Especially in the perception of the minds of masters such as Wu Yun, Duan Shiping was surrounded by countless war horses and transparent shadows of armored soldiers, blessing him with all the iron-blooded fighting spirit!

Wu Yun was amazed in his heart: "Just just looking at the martial arts of the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, Duan Siping is indeed much better than me. He is worthy of being the founding emperor. No matter how elegant he looks, the iron-blooded aura of fighting on the battlefield is intimidating."

Dugu Qiubai, who was next to him, was also shocked when he saw this: "He actually perfectly integrated the iron-blooded meaning of fighting on the battlefield into his own sword intent. The sword technique he used like this was extremely powerful, with iron horses and golden swords. This person is indeed my strong enemy!"

Six-Meridian Divine Sword!!!

Duan Siping's voices were like metal tremolo.
Chapter completed!