At this moment, the descendants of the Wuzu suddenly said coldly: "Wu Shuang Zhan Zun, you are indeed a good method. You can arouse the fighting spirit in their hearts in just a few words and turn the situation around in an instant."

Speaking of this, he took a gentle step forward.

"You can deal with them in this way. It's a bit deficient to make me stop there."

As he spoke, the eyes of the descendants of Wu Zu narrowed slightly.

A cold light flashed through the gaps of eyes.

His mood had long recovered from the previous shock.

However, what is the connection between Wushuang War Lord and martial arts fortune? His goal in this trip will not change at all.

A strong man at his level has no spiritual will to the outside world at all.

No matter what Wushuang Zhan Zun said, he was determined to do so.

Without this concentration and will, the descendants of the Martial Ancestor would not be able to cultivate the current state.

He is going to decide the title of orthodox martial arts.

First, in order to compete for the fortune of martial arts, they occupy the name of orthodox.

Second, in his eyes, as a descendant of the Martial Ancestor, he should become the orthodox martial arts.

In the world, no one else has the qualifications except himself.

Even the Unparalleled War Lord cannot stop him.

Seeing this, Zhao Ying, who was possessed by Wushuang Zhan Zun, had a clear look in his eyes.

He seemed to have seen through what the other party was thinking.

"It seems that you still want to compete with me once."

The voice is still so calm.

The unparalleled and gentle wind shown by the Wushuang War Lord has an irresistible domineering aura.

"We are a stamina, not good at verbal competition. Besides, when the troubled times begin, strength is the most important thing, everything else is just a illusion."

The descendants of Wu Zu regained their indifference and their faces were as cold as ice.

The whole person exudes an extreme coldness.

It seems that death without temperature.

"If you want to decide between you and me, you will definitely make this place a piece of yellow sand. Since you insist on competing, it is better to be the first, and God will fight."

As the sound rang out, Zhao Ying's body suddenly became soft.

It seemed that all the strength was removed from the body.

Seeing this, Zhao Xu quickly jumped forward and helped his sister.

At the beginning, my sister seemed to have experienced a bloody battle.

All over my body, I felt sore and weak.

Looking at the descendants of Wu Zu, his face suddenly became shaking.

Then, he stood still.

His eyes were staring straight ahead.

It looks like I've been hit by the detention technique.

The spiritual confrontation unfolds silently.

Everyone around looked at the descendants of Wu Zu in shock.

They didn't understand what was going on, but they all knew that Wushuang Zhan Zun was fighting with this guy.

However, the competition between the two is beyond their cognition.

There is no fluctuation of power at all, nor can there be any scene of two heroes competing.

In their sight, the descendants of the Wu Zu stood still like sculptures.

Only in the eyes, the light flashed.

After a moment, the descendants of the Wu Zu involuntarily took a step back.

From beginning to end, everyone was confused.

Only a few people guessed something.

"What a domineering boxing spirit, what a domineering spiritual will, I'll learn it."

After coldly throwing down a stupid word, the figures of descendants of the Martial Ancestor flashed and disappeared.

"Anyway, as a descendant of the martial arts ancestor, I have always been a member of martial arts. When the troubled times begin, I will do what I should do."

The moment the descendants of the Martial Ancestor disappeared, the cold voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"Win, the master won!"

At this moment, Zhao Xu was filled with joy and exclaimed loudly.

Although, it is difficult for him to guess the battle process of the two masters.
Chapter completed!