Martial Arts Master - Chapter 738

[Chapter 89]

“In the third round, Daoist Wuguang wins!”

When he heard this sentence, Lou Cheng didn’t feel wrong, and put his mind more on examining his own emotions.

Every failure makes him sad, and this one is no exception.

Although he wounded the enemy and caused the opponent to consume a lot of money, and initially achieved the strategic goal, Lou Cheng always felt that he should be able to do better and last longer, and he should not be defeated like this!

To be honest, this is the first time he has met a similar enemy. He used to joke that someone has too little sense of existence, just like having supernatural powers. As a result, there is such a thing in the world, and Daoist Wuguang is one of the best!

All the information about him has inadvertently overlooked this crucial point, making people think that he really just doesn’t have a strong sense of existence

. Opponents will forget and get the wrong focus!

If it wasn’t for Lou Cheng’s ability to predict danger, today’s battle would have been quite brittle and tragic!

“Fortunately five… Five Light Daoists are not practicing the secret skills of Anbu and Death, otherwise I’m afraid it will be more terrifying and unpredictable…” Lou Cheng secretly rejoiced, restrained his thoughts, and planned to write it down clearly in the small notebook This matter, often read, so as not to forget again.

“Huh, thank you for your guidance, senior.” He exhaled a turbid breath, saluted the headmaster of the Shangqing Sect, who was on the same level as his master, turned around and returned to the edge of the cliff where the Dragon Tiger Club was located.

“Oops, why did you lose! The long night is coming” Yan Xiaoling slapped her thigh abruptly and posted a message on the forum.

It feels like it’s over before I figure out who the enemy is… I

don’t have a strong sense of regret… It’s

just like I haven’t played this game…

Similar thoughts flashed through the minds of Yan Zheke, Cai Zongming and others. It seems that they watched a fake game, and as for the people of the Shangqing Zong, they turned their attention to the next opponent.

At this time, the “Ghost King” Ning Zitong had already stood up, with fair and delicate skin, elegantly coiled black hair, and a slightly mixed-race atmosphere, which was extremely eye-catching, and it was impossible to tell that he was in his forties.

Wearing a loose navy blue martial arts uniform, which concealed her beautiful figure, she walked towards Lou Cheng, nodded slightly, and greeted him.

Lou Cheng nodded in response, and instinctively clenched his fist, which was considered encouragement.

After passing by Ning Zitong, he returned to the seat of the visiting team. “Dragon King” Chen Qitao gave him a calm look, neither disappointed nor joyful, and quickly turned his attention to the upcoming third game. Jie Ze frowned while thinking hard while recalling, as if there were too many questions yet to be figured out.

Lu Yan coughed and said with a straight face, “It’s okay.”

Is this a compliment, or a compliment?

Lou Cheng sat on the futon next to him and took his ring and mobile phone.

He originally wanted to send a message to the little fairy to share the special abilities of Daoist Wuguang, but the electromagnetic disorder on the scene actually distorted the signal near the ground. He had to give up temporarily, put away the equipment, and wait for Ning Zitong and Wu like the others. The outbreak of the Battle of the Daoists of Light.

It seems that he forgot to do something… Lou Cheng frowned slightly, and even after hearing the referee’s “start” sound, he stretched his expression and watched the game intently.

At this moment, due to the previous “Thunder Plowing” relationship, the main venue of Shangqingzong was completely damaged, and only the occasional electric shock area and a slightly frantic magnetic field remained.

Ning Zitong majored in “Anbu”, and her fighting style was completely different from the other outer gangs of the Dragon Tiger Club. As soon as the scene started, she used the “flickering shadow” movement technique, avoiding the electromagnetic flying sword as if it was real, and deceiving Wuguang. Taoist.

Its graceful posture and erratic speed are not like evil spirits, but rather like the blood clan in Western legends!

Soon, Ning Zitong chasing Wuguang Taoist was formed in the venue.

The strange scene of the electromagnetic long sword chasing her, but she relied on the advantage of her movement technique and ignored the latter’s attack.

The sword light dances, the figure is vertical and horizontal, and the beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow!

Two former title powerhouses, one with strange moves, varied, ferocious swaying, and the other with sturdy and domineering, mainly beating and pumping, and they were evenly matched.

But it didn’t take a long time, the Taoist Wuguang was at a disadvantage after suffering a lot of trauma. Ning Zitong started to fight in an ethereal pace, and he was always able to flash the peripheral “flying sword” attack in time between the lightning and the fire, making the opponent several times. The second miss hit the manipulator himself.

“As expected of the ghost king…” Lou Cheng watched with relish and sighed inwardly.

It is true that the movement technique of “Flickering the Light” can only be brought to the extreme only by majoring in “Anbu”.

“Wuguang Daoist’s melee combat strength is not bad. Leibu’s secret skills are quite pure, no worse than swordsmanship and lack of presence…”

“You have to memorize it so you don’t forget… By the way, before How about keeping a small notebook… ” “Hey

, Ning Jie’s claws are really cool…”

“The sinister and vicious ‘Anbu’ secret skills are like works of art in her hands…”

“Hey, it’s five… … Daoist Guang refuses to cooperate, and always interrupts at critical moments, preventing the best part from being presented.”

“What’s going on with this old man, it’s so annoying and affects Ning Jie’s performance…”

“It would be nice if it wasn’t for him… ”

Similar thoughts flashed in the hearts of many viewers, perhaps because of the unreliable death of what thousands of people pointed out, Wuguang Taoist gradually lost his support, and after another battle, he finally lost to his opponent.

And the “ghost king” Ning Zitong was not intact. The navy blue martial arts uniform had several cracks and holes, and the charred skin and flesh inside could be seen.

In addition, a sword mark started from the vest on her right side and spread to her neck, leaving hideous wounds and bright blood.

This did not damage her image, but added a bit of wild and coquettish beauty to her, and words like “Bloody Mary” appeared in Lou Cheng’s mind.

“In the fourth round, Ning Zitong wins!” The

referee’s voice entered his ears, and Lou Cheng’s eyes shifted to the seat of the Shangqing Sect. He saw Peng Leyun in a white robe, standing up straight, relying solely on the strength of his waist.

He still has refreshing short hair, the light in his eyes is concentrated, and he is fully focused, as if countless lightnings have been shot down from the nine layers of heaven one after another.

Step by step, his only remaining thoughts quickly converged, and the atmosphere around him became fierce, as if there were extremely destructive thunder hidden in it.

If there is yang, there is yin, and if there is life, there is death. The thunder that yin and yang generate together has the meaning of being upright, growing, and awakening all things, and it also has the sense of destruction, destruction, and punishment on behalf of heaven. At this moment, Peng Leyun fully embodies the future. By.

His surroundings became darker and darker, reminding Lou Cheng of his own “ice soul” that symbolized the boundless darkness of the universe. UU reading www.sonicmtl.

com But the other party is closer to death, close to extinction, like the end of everything.

“Huh…” Lou Cheng frowned and whispered.

This doesn’t feel very normal… It’s not the same as the Taoist priests before…

Suddenly, Lu Yan next to him sighed:

“Forbidden Ministry, Shangqing chapter…”

“…” Lou Cheng looked sideways, surprised He blurted out, “Is he able to learn so quickly?”

“Enlightenment…” Lu Yan corrected it, and then shook his head slightly, “The inheritance of the sect is still a bit different from ours. If you want to enlighten, you must accumulate enough merits first. ”

Well…” Lou Cheng asked thoughtfully, “Then why the five… Light Daoist didn’t show it? He is the head teacher…”

“You think that ‘thousands of thunders, washing the earth’ trick. Did he pop it out by himself? It’s just that he integrates well with his own technique, so it’s hard to tell.” Lu Yan snorted.

Lou Cheng was stunned for a few seconds and then said:

“Do you still remember this trick?” It

wasn’t mentioned by the other party that I almost couldn’t remember it!

Hearing this, the muscles in Lu Yan’s face twitched.

He looked forward and said inaudibly:

“The worst battle I lost was when I met Wuguang for the first time…”

“How could I not remember it.”

“I remember it very firmly.”

“I remember it all.”

…

It doesn’t need to be emphasized so many times .

Right… Lou Cheng glanced at Lu Yan curiously, muttered to himself, then put his thoughts aside, put aside his thoughts, and turned his attention to the last battle, the battle to determine the real winner.

The referee took a step back, and after Peng Leyun and Ning Zitong took their places, he raised his right arm and exhaled:)!!