Listening to the news, yunliao and others stop at the edge of the square. When they look down, they can see the picture of Wenping and Wei qianjue fighting. Liao Yun was most surprised when he saw this scene.
"Is this the strength of the suzerain? The variant pulse gate is too strong! " He knew that Wen Ping opened the pulse gate when he was in Huangli City, but he didn't expect that Wen Ping opened the variant pulse gate.
"Wei qianjue has been famous in East Lake for a long time. There are few opponents in tongxuan. No one can fight with him except the three main affairs. After a hundred years in the realm of tongxuan, as the worship of qianjue gate, he practiced the Huangji Zhongpin pulse technique. After a hundred years, he must have been successful. Even if I am in Wen qianjue's hands, I can't walk ten rounds. "
Looking at murongchi, who was slightly palpitating, he could not help sighing and remembering his rudeness in the past two days. Now think about it, Wen Ping did give him a lot of respect, but he didn't know how to cherish it.
As soon as he saw Wen Ping, he wanted to take Yang Xi as his disciple. Wen Ping, if he is a little grumpy, can teach him a lesson. He has not the strength to take the Murong family to revenge here.
Qin Murong and others could not help sighing at the battle.
"No wonder this boy is still indifferent when he enters the city. It turns out that his strength has already been comparable to that of tongxuanzhongjing, and has reached the level of the older generation. My brother has a good son. "
"This is the horror of the variation pulse gate. The patriarch has just broken through the Xuanzhong realm, so he can fight in the Xuanzhong realm. I'm the same age as the patriarch, but I'm still at the eight fold training stage. "
Looking at the foot of the mountain, Qin Shan couldn't help but be fascinated.
And the forest on one side is nothing but surprise.
It is said that the genius of demons is nothing more than to step into tongxuan at the age of 25 to be qualified to touch the threshold of Shenxuan. This level of genius, in sanxingzongmen, forces, or colleges, should belong to the elite.
However, no matter how evil the geniuses are, even if they are born with a spirit body - a body without dirt, they are not as good as the master Wen. No matter how Wen Ping looks, he is only 18 or 19 years old, but he is still able to communicate with Xuanzhong. He is still an antique who has been in Xuanzhong for a hundred years.
"No wonder the patriarch said he was sure to let me enter the realm of tongxuan when I was 25 years old." Lin Kewu couldn't help sighing in his heart.
At the moment, outside Qingshui street, there are still two people standing.
A middle-aged man, armed with a long gun, stands on the roof of a half collapsed restaurant. Not far from him, there was a man in black, whose clothes completely wrapped his whole body.
They just stood there, more than 200 meters away from the battle center.
Looking at, the middle-aged man with a long gun suddenly said, "black lord, what do you think?"
The man who was called the black master said: "Wei Qian's absolute strength is above you and me, and his means is even more detached. Although Wen Ping opened a different pulse, and his pulse skill level was not low, it was absolutely impossible to defeat Wei Qian. You and I just need to wait here, and after that, we can do it according to our abilities. "
The middle-aged man with a gun smiles.
No more talking.
He agrees with each other's opinions. It's true that different pulse can fight across the border. It doesn't refer to a person who is already invincible in another realm. Cross border fighting only means that the lower realm of tongxuan can defeat the middle realm of tongxuan.
There is a two word difference between the two, but this difference represents decades of accumulation and precipitation.
……
On the thousand level steps.
"Sure enough, the entry-level fire dragon skill is worse than the perfect yellow level medium pulse skill." Wen Ping was shocked.
Perhaps when his fire dragon skill reaches Xiaocheng, it can compete with the perfect hurricane chop, and Dacheng should be able to steadily surpass the perfect hurricane chop. Although he has different pulse, he can cross too much distance.
How far is this distance? For example, murongchi's metaphysical realm is regular, not weak or particularly strong. Nawei qianjue can play several murongchi at this level.
But he really felt a pity for Wei qianjue, "if you come to me a few days earlier, this fight will really lose to you."
Words, air knife awn path straight down, seems to have a pair of eyes, toward Wen Ping cut.
Wen Ping did not move, but Wei qianjue saw this scene, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense.
It's the first time that he saw someone who didn't hide his sword. The last time he didn't hide, the grass at the head of the grave has gone beyond his knees. After laughing, Wei qianjue shoots away and cuts the knife directly at Wen Ping.
Wei qianjue said with a smile: "Wenping, you are so proud that you are still here. Well, I'll give you two choices. If you dodge my knife, you can't dodge it. If you dodge my knife, you can't dodge it. Choose one of the two
"Why can't you hard connect the two?"
"Hardwired? Ha ha Wen Ping, unless -- "Wei qianjue's smile suddenly stopped, and his expression suddenly solidified. The second half of the sentence "unless you want to die" could not be said.
After the three Zhang long sword was cut down, it was blocked by Wen Ping's elbow.
Body block pulse technique!
This is the first time he has heard of it and seen it.
Then, Wen Ping's voice came, "Wei qianjue, would you like to have a try with me?"
The voice falls down, the knife in the hand is suddenly pinched by Wen Ping.
When he wanted to break free, Wen Ping's fist quickly hit him in the face. He didn't have time to stop it!
Bang!
Wei qianjue flies backwards.
He flew directly from the thousand storey steps to the foot of Yunlan mountain and smashed into the ruins of the house.
Lying in the ruins, Wei qianjue felt the pain of this half of his face and the strange smell of his mouth.
Vomit!
The saliva has turned into blood.
Wei qianjue looked at this scene, not angry but laughing, "sure enough, the different pulse is different. I have become a man without dirt. I can't even take your punch and see the blood. "
After laughing, Wei qianjue's face became cold.
Looking at Wen Ping Ping, he was silent for a while and said, "it's a pity that you are too proud to find that the greatest danger is beside you."
As the voice fell, the woman who had been standing outside the stone steps suddenly grew up and spewed out the black smoke. Black smoke, like light and shadow, covered half of Yunlan mountain in an instant.
Wenping is right in the center.
Wei qianjue laughed twice and said, "do you really think that Lao Jiu will come without any preparation? My granddaughter is a demon named Heihe. Her smoke can not only obstruct the xuanshangjing, but also block the pulse Qi. In this, you can't even sense the pulse Qi, and there is no heaven and earth Qi in Dantian. You are a turtle in a jar now
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