Confucian and Taoist scholar

"All human scholars, listen, this is Du Bansheng of your human race, your pride, your genius, but today, I will make your Du Bansheng kneel down and beg for mercy to kill the human scholar's heart!"

Deng Wusheng's voice resounded throughout the world of life and death, and he held his head high with confidence. The words he just said will definitely spread throughout the entire human race. After he kills Du Ning, Deng Wusheng will definitely become a person that the human race talks about.

"Haha... This is really a big joke. Deng Wusheng, you don't mind being arrogant in front of us, but you still say such things under the gaze of countless people. If you can't do it, how can you and Du

Rather than lose both sides, your reputation in our Holy Forest Continent will be ruined, and no one will think highly of you."

Lingsheng continued to laugh loudly. In his eyes, Deng Wusheng was like a clown.

"Shut up, you are a defeated general, a guy who knelt down and begged for mercy from the human race, you have no right to speak." Deng Wusheng scolded.

"snort!"

Lingsheng's face turned red for a while. Once anyone mentioned this matter, Lingsheng would be very embarrassed.

Deng Wu Sheng was so proud that he took one step forward, thunder rolled behind him, he raised his hand and shouted: "Wu Sheng Spear, come!"

"boom!"

There was a sound of thunder, and a beam of light descended from the sky and fell into the hands of Deng Wusheng. A spear appeared, exuding a powerful holy power.

"A semi-holy treasure!"

Du Ning glanced at the Martial Saint Spear. In addition to his own cultivation, the Martial Saint's strength would also be greatly increased if he had the help of Martial Saint-level weapons.

"Oh? What about the Holy Martial Spear? How does it compare to the Xuanming Holy Sword of our Rakshasa tribe?"

Spirit Saint laughed out loud, not taking the so-called Martial Saint Spear seriously.

"What is the Xuanming Holy Sword of your Rakshasa clan? It's just a piece of scrap metal. How can it be compared with this Saint's Holy Martial Spear? That is an insult to the Holy Martial Spear."

Deng Wusheng glanced at the so-called Xuanming Holy Sword with a look of disdain on his face.

"presumptuous!"

Spirit Saint said angrily: "Who do you think you are? How dare you underestimate the treasures of our Rakshasa clan? Even the Xuanming Holy Sword can't defeat his Kunlun Holy Sword, so what can your Martial Holy Spear do?"

"My Martial Saint Spear has no other abilities. It can be said to be an unknown martial arts holy weapon among the Rakshasa tribe, but it is enough to kill Du Ning's head."

Deng Wusheng waved the Wusheng Spear and skillfully danced a beautiful spear dance. Finally, he pointed the gun at Du Ning and said with a smile: "Du Sheng, are you ready? I will kill you within three moves."

"This saint is always waiting for you, please." Du Ning said with a smile.

"Suffer death!"

Deng Wusheng jumped up, raised his spear and stabbed Du Ning. He seemed to be integrated with Wusheng's spear, turning into a ray of light and stabbing Du Ning away.

The majestic holy power is condensed at the tip of the spear, possessing great power.

Deng Wusheng said that he could kill Du Ning with three moves, but in fact, he thought that this shot was powerful enough to kill Du Ning.

Du Ning waved his hand, and the Kunlun Holy Sword in the sky was aimed at Deng Wusheng, turning into a sword light and flying through the air.

"Haha... you actually used the holy sword to attack without using the power of war poems. Du Ning, Du Ning, you are nothing more than that." Deng Wusheng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"There is no need to use war poems to deal with you." Du Ning responded.

"Exhortation!"

The tip of the spear clashed with the tip of the sword, making a crisp impact sound.

Then I saw Deng Wusheng seemed to have been hit hard, and his whole body flew backwards like an arrow from the string, flying for a hundred feet before stopping.

Deng Wusheng was stunned. Not only did his shot fail to kill Du Ning, but he was knocked away by Du Ning's sword. This made him feel like a dream.

"One move."

Du Ning stretched out a finger and helped Deng Wusheng count, "There are two more moves."

Looking at this situation, Du Ning wanted to let Deng Wusheng make three moves first, and then he would counterattack.

"presumptuous!"

Deng Wusheng roared angrily, unable to accept such humiliation. It is conceivable that if Du Ning cannot be killed after three moves, he will definitely become a joke in the entire Holy Forest Continent. Even if the Lingwu tribe turns away and replaces the Rakshasa tribe, Deng Wusheng will not be able to kill him.

They will be looked down upon by both humans and monsters.

"Deng Wusheng, this is all you have? It's not as good as my Xuanming Holy Sword."

Lingsheng was not surprised by this. He glanced at Deng Wusheng with contempt and said sarcastically: "You also saw that Du Sheng knocked you away with a sword before he used the war poem. If he used the war poem, I'm afraid you wouldn't even be able to backhand him."

I have no strength, so you should surrender obediently, maybe you can save a small life."

"Shut up!"

Deng Wusheng roared angrily, but still maintained a clear sense of reason, and said slowly: "The shot just now was just a test. Du Sheng did not use all his strength, and I did not use all my strength."

Unconsciously, the word "Du Sheng" has a more respectful tone. If Deng Wusheng still despises Du Ning, it would be equivalent to despising himself.

"Oh? Really? Then you should show us some strength." Ling Sheng said disapprovingly.

"This shot will kill you."

Deng Wusheng jumped up again, swung the Wusheng Spear downwards, and a phantom of a spear condensed by the holy power appeared in the sky. It was a hundred feet high, and it exploded with even more terrifying power, shooting towards Du Ning fiercely.

Split down.

"This shot is somewhat interesting."

Spirit Saint's face changed, and then he showed a disapproving expression.

Du Ning stretched out his hand and pointed toward the sky, and the Kunlun Holy Sword struck out, bursting out a sword energy a hundred feet long, facing the giant spear shadow.

"Haha... This saint has already used his true strength with this shot, but you still haven't used Zhan Shici. Do you think you can stop this saint's most powerful shot just by relying on this sword? Then you can go with peace of mind.

Die!"

Deng Wusheng laughed loudly again, looking at Du Ning with an expression full of contempt and disdain.

"boom!"

The two sides fought again, and loud noises were heard in the sky.

The phantom of a hundred-foot-long giant spear was easily cut off by Du Ning's sword energy, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth collapsed inch by inch, leaving no resistance.

"Impossible! This is simply impossible!"

Deng Wusheng's face changed drastically, and his eyes were full of disbelief. His strongest shot was actually blocked by Du Ning again, which he couldn't accept.

"The second move."

Du Ning raised two fingers and said, "Deng Wusheng, you still have one last chance, but you must seize it."

"Arrogant! Arrogant! Arrogant!"

"Damn it Du Ning, you are just a new half-saint from the human race, and you actually blocked this saint's attack."

"Who do you think you are? What do you think you do!"

Deng Wusheng roared repeatedly, and Du Ning's attitude was as if a senior was guiding a junior.

Two moves could not kill Du Ning, which was a huge shame for Deng Wusheng.