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"Taixu Dragon Claw Hand."

When Murong Wushuang saw this, he did not dodge at all, and directly turned his palm into a claw, using the Taixu Dragon Claw hand.

"Hiss."

As soon as Taixu Dragon Claw was used, a harsh neighing sound was heard. Murong Wushuang's five crystal clear, soft and boneless fingers were like indestructible refined iron. During the movement, the air was blown away. Cut sizzling.

Just looking at its superficial power, it seems to be far beyond what Sun Qi can compare with.

"snort"

"It's just a wax statue head of a silver gun."

Although the power of Taixu Dragon Claw is unparalleled, it shows its unparalleled talents.

But in Sun Qi's view, it was just bluffing and showing off, with a disdainful smile on his face. An eighth-level martial artist could exert power beyond his own ninth-level martial arts cultivation, and even reach the first-level power of a second-level warrior. s attack.

If I told you this, would you believe it?

He didn't believe it anyway.

Of course, there are geniuses in the Crescent Kingdom who can leapfrog their ranks, but those are rare and rare for ordinary people to see. He couldn't believe that he was so unlucky. If he came out to show off, he would meet someone who could leapfrog his level. genius.

Therefore, Sun Qi had no intention of evading, and continued to move his arms forward, forward, and....

"Bang."

I saw a fist and a claw collide in an instant, and then I heard a crunching sound and the sound of broken bones.

Sun Qi came and went as fast as he came. He was knocked back dozens of meters by Murong Wushuang's powerful force, and then he fell to the ground hard, letting out a heart-piercing scream.

"How can it be?"

When Sun Yiquan saw this, his eyes almost popped out. An eighth-level martial artist punched Sun Qi, a ninth-level martial artist?

What the hell?

"Quick, you guys come on in."

Sun Yiquan shouted at the guards around him, with a ferocious look on his face. He didn't believe it. No matter how powerful Murong Wushuang was, could he still be able to defeat four hands with two fists?

"Yes, Master."

Seeing this, the remaining three guards couldn't help but reveal a ferocious light in their eyes. The three of them, one a ninth-level martial artist and two eighth-level martial arts disciples, far surpassed Murong Wushuang in terms of quantity and quality.

Therefore, even if Sun Qi was punched away by Murong Wushuang, they were still confident that they could take down Murong Wushuang.

When they heard Sun Yiquan's order, they immediately attacked Murong Wushuang without hesitation.

Don't be timid, just do it.

However, the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

I saw Murong Wushuang's figure flying, like a butterfly among the flowers, shuttling among the three guards. I heard several loud bangs and bangs. In less than two minutes, the three guards were beaten to pieces by Murong Wushuang. Broken, fell to the ground wailing.

"you you."

When Sun Yiquan saw this, he couldn't help but be frightened. He was no longer as arrogant and domineering as before, and his legs began to tremble involuntarily.

I originally thought that no matter how powerful Murong Wushuang was, she would be worthy of it. With two ninth-level martial arts disciples and two eighth-level martial arts disciples as bodyguards, he was already enough to think highly of her.

However, the facts told him that this woman was not a good person.

If I had known, I would have brought two family elders here.

"You're the only one left."

After defeating several guards, Murong Wushuang stood calmly in the field, looking at Sun Yiquan not far away and said calmly.

After defeating several opponents who were much higher than her level in succession, her aura was not disturbed at all.

It is not difficult for her to fight beyond the level.

However, if it were in the past, even if she could win this round, it would definitely not be that easy. She would not be seriously injured, but there would definitely be minor injuries.

The reason why he is so relaxed now is entirely due to the Taixu Dragon Claw Hand.

"Damn it, labor and management seem to be losing money."

Standing on the pavilion, Lin Taixu said in his heart, with a look of annoyance on his face, because he found that he had forgotten that Murong Wushuang also practiced the Taixu Dragon Claw Hand, and forgot to mention that her qualifications were a bit inferior, otherwise, she would be able to compete with her. Like Zhao Feixue and others, they were able to obtain skill points from the system out of thin air.

What the hell, blood loss.

"Wow, Senior Sister is so awesome."

"Well, it would be great if I could be as powerful as Senior Sister."

Seeing Murong Wushuang cleanly defeating several of Sun Yiquan's guards, Zhao Feixue and others said happily, with stars twinkling in their eyes, and their admiration for Murong Wushuang increased a little more.

"Don't mess around, I, I am the eldest son of the Sun family."

Seeing Murong Wushuang slowly walking towards him, Sun Yiquan was so frightened that he backed away and moved out of the Sun family behind him as a backstage, hoping that Murong Wushuang would be afraid of him.

"If you hurt me, it will definitely arouse the anger of our Sun family. Although you are powerful, as long as our Sun family dispatches a second-level warrior-level elder to capture you."

"So, you have to think clearly about the serious consequences of this matter."

Sun Yiquan stammered. The more he spoke, the stronger he felt. In the end, all the previous fears disappeared, replaced by calmness and calmness.

"boom."

As soon as Sun Yiquan finished speaking, his eyes flashed, and Murong Wushuang appeared in front of him. A soft, white palm with strong power struck Sun Yiquan's chest.

The momentum is like a rainbow, and the power exceeds a thousand junctures.

"Murong Wushuang, how dare you."

Seeing this, Sun Yiquan roared angrily, and hurriedly crossed his hands in front of his chest, desperately mobilizing the energy in his body to pour into his arms, hoping to block Murong Wushuang's blow.

"Kacha."

There was a crisp sound of fracture, and Sun Yiquan's arms that were blocking his chest were instantly broken by Murong Wushuang. Then, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his body was violently thrown dozens of meters away.

I don't think he was Murong Wushuang's opponent yesterday. Today Murong Wushuang has been promoted to the first level. With one punch, his strength as a seventh level martial artist is naturally even more difficult to resist.

Kill instantly with one move.

"Ah, you are a bastard, you actually broke the hands of laborers?"

"Labour and management are going to kill you. No, labor and management must find someone to kill you, so that you can't live but die."

Sun Yiquan struggled to stand up from the ground and looked at Murong Wushuang roaring. The severe pain caused his entire face to twist together, making him look extremely hideous and terrifying.

If looks could kill, Murong Wushuang would have been killed by him countless times at this moment.

"Noisy."

Hearing the filthy words coming from Sun Yiquan's mouth, Murong Wushuang was so angry that he flew up and kicked Sun Yiquan between his legs.

"Bang."

Just hearing a dull sound, accompanied by some kind of broken sound, Sun Yiquan fell to his knees with a plop, like a shrimp, trembling all over, his mouth was wide open, but he could not make any sound. , veins popped out on his forehead, and he was sweating profusely.

There is a kind of pain in this world that hurts so much that you can't cry out.

It's about Sun Yiquan's current situation.

Well, the sadness of broken eggs.

"Well"

Seeing Sun Yiquan's tragic situation, several guards who were wailing on the ground closed their mouths in unison, looked at Murong Wushuang with fear on their faces, and instantly felt that the pain in their bodies no longer hurt.

Devil, this woman is an absolute femme fatale.

Not to be messed with.

"hiss."

When Lin Taixu saw this, he couldn't help but subconsciously tighten his anus and felt a chill coming over him. This foot hurt even when he looked at it.

凎.