Three swords fell from the sky and landed on Wang Shizhong's shield.

Wang Shizhong groaned, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and falling down.

Yu Zhenghai smiled heartily: "Zengzhu Nie, you are really good at stealing your master!"

Nie Qingyun smiled and said, "Brother Yu, your trick is very useful. Thank you."

He swooped down, his sword burst out, and his palms burst out.

"Father!!!" Wang Shu cried in fear.

Yu Shangrong flew away, and dozens of practitioners tried to stop him.

He raised his palm and, without weapons, condensed the physical sword energy.

"I admire you, admire you... I admire you with bare hands."

The condensation of the energy with bare hands is entirely based on will and control, and there is no need to use weapons or guide them.

To a certain extent, Yu Shangrong has already been qualified to master the "Waste without Swords".

"Big brother, come on!!" Wuwu jumped up.

Wave the sword energy!

One sword falls.

When the last dozens of practitioners flocked toward him.

Yu Shangrong slapped out the thick sword aura with one palm, and the sword aura was transformed into hundreds, like a golden hedgehog shot out.

Bang bang bang bang!

Those with low cultivation levels cannot stop them and suffer heavy damage. Those with higher levels have to passively defend and fight back.

Yu Shangrong grabbed Wang Shu.

Wang Shu turned around and said, "Don't touch me!"

He punched Yu Shangrong.

"Feel sorry."

Yu Shangrong looked calm and looked down at Wang Shu with a very high posture. He pressed his palm down, and before her little fist hit her, he slapped her abdomen.

Bang!

Wang Shu fell from the sky.

"Shu'er!" Wang Shizhong's eyes turned red.

Nie Qingyun swooped down, and his sword bang bang bang bang, repelling Wang Shizhong.

Just a mistake with your palms, bang!

Wang Shizhong spit out a mouthful of blood and glided along the ground.

Bang!

Two tables were knocked away.

Continue to slide along the ground, just right, slid to Luzhou, half a foot.

He fell back and looked up. Luzhou was stroking his beard and looked down at himself with a calm expression.

Lu Zhou shook his head and said indifferently: "If I had let it go, you would have been the dead soul under my palm."

A tone pause,

"I don't know how to lift up."
Chapter completed!