Son-in-law Dan Zun

"boom!"

There was another violent collision, and the two figures retreated at the same time, standing on both sides of the battle platform.

At this time, the brilliance of Zuo Qiu Haoqiong's body faintly dimmed, but his fighting spirit became more and more exuberant.

"Happy, it's been a long time since I played so cool with people." Zuo Qiu Haoqiong grinned and said.

"Regardless of the outcome, you will win this battle. If it is of the same rank, I am not your opponent at all."

After speaking, he immediately changed his words, "No, as long as your cultivation base is one level higher, I won't be your opponent."

Luo Wushu smiled, "Actually, now, you are not my opponent."

Everyone: "..."

"Hahaha, then continue!" Zuo Qiu Haoqiu didn't feel that Luo Wushu's words were arrogant. It is strange that such a perverted guy is not proud.

The light of life and soul swept through his body, and the shadow of the **** of war enveloped his body, brewing a full attack.

"That's the case, I'll help you temper your body!" Luo Wushu's figure soared up at this moment, and the sky stick appeared in his hand, carrying an astonishing trend.

"Boom!" The Shadow of God of War raised his hand and blasted Luo Wushu with a punch, as if he wanted to kill him directly.

A devastating force of killing and slashing flowed above the sky stick, carrying an astonishing general trend, blasting down.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Luo Wushu's figure holding a sky stick was shaken back, but the figure like a **** of war also retreated at this moment.

Luo Wushu continued to dance the sky stick, his expression calm, as if he was just facing an ordinary opponent.

The stick shadow covered the sky, his aura was constantly rising, but seeing this, Zuo Qiu Haoqiong let out a low cry, and the Shadow of the God of War once again blasted a terrifying punch.

"Bang!" Another stick fell, and the Shadow of the God of War was directly retreated, and a stick fell onto the battle platform.

At this moment, Luo Wushu had no distractions, didn't even look at Zuo Qiu Haoqiong, just purely dancing with the sky stick.

Everything seems to have nothing to do with it, there is only a stick in his eyes.

There seemed to be a terrible general situation gathered around his body between the heaven and the earth, making him feel a sense of heaviness.

There are nine clubs, and one club is stronger than one. The power is extremely violent and difficult to control.

Even if it is the current Luo Wushu, it takes a while to use the second stick.

At this time, the Shadow of the God of War, carrying an astonishing force, once again blasted out.

The huge fist wanted to completely annihilate Luo Wushu in it.

"boom!"

At this moment, the terrifying general situation surrounding Luo Wushu's body seemed to burst out completely.

The next moment, the sky stick swept out downwards, causing the space to vibrate violently.

Everyone only saw that the huge fist of the Shadow of the God of War, all retreating under the stick, was blasted dimly.

Luo Wushu's figure followed the sky stick, and everything was crushed until the sky stick penetrated the shadow of the **** of war, blasted on Zuoqiu Haoqiong's body, and hurled it embarrassedly onto the battle platform.

quiet!

silence!

Countless eyes stared at the handsome figure in white. At this time, he was like a **** of war, invincible.

Stronger than Zuo Qiu Haoqiong, in front of him, is still crushed.

Luo Wushu didn't look at Zuoqiu Haoqiong, but smiled slightly at Sect Master Lihen.

Meaningful...

The astonishing momentum from his body dissipated, and his figure flashed, like an outsider, returning to the third woman's side.

No way, he is a low-key person.

Many people's eyes still fell on Luo Wushu. At this moment, he was accompanied by three beautiful women, who looked handsome and unrestrained.

The faint smile that always hangs on his face gives people a sense of sunshine and is very comfortable.

However, it was such a guy who defeated Zuo Qiu Haoqiong strongly.

Zuo Qiu Haoqiong claimed that he was in a state of his own, different from other peaks of the Purple Mansion.

What about Luo Wushu?

......

Bai Liyue's face looked extremely embarrassed at this time, Luo Wushu was so powerful?

Thinking of Xianchi's practice, what he said to Luo Wushu before and after, at this moment, how ridiculous is that?

He laughed that Luo had no books but no knowledge of goods, but the cultivation effect under the fairy pond seemed to be better.

He targeted Luo Wushu again and again, and Luo Wushu almost ignored him. Now it seems that he is disdainful, or does he dare not offend him?

"You are really strong!" Zuo Qiu Haoqiong stared at Luo Wushu and said, then his figure fell back into the Zuoqiu family's team.

"You are not bad too!" Luo Wushu responded with a smile, even Bailiyu was not Zuoqiu Haoqiong's opponent, and his strength was naturally worthy of recognition.

"I have learned the strength of Li Henzong disciple today, and I will have the opportunity to learn again next time." Zuo Qiu Tianhe looked at Luo Wushu deeply, and then said.

"Go slow, don't send it!" Sect Master Li Hen responded lightly, and didn't keep the other party.

However, at this moment, Zuoqiu Chuxia suddenly said: "Hold on!"

Many people's eyes fell on her, but they saw her figure swept out at this time and landed on Tianxingtai.

"What's wrong, early summer?" Zuoqiu Tianzuru asked.

"I want to see if the people who come out of the land of no masters are like evildoers like Luo Wushu."

Zuoqiu Chuxia's gaze looked at the three Mo Qingcheng at this time, with a cold expression.

"We admit defeat!" Mo Qingcheng refused: "You are the daughter of the Zuoqiu family, and we are just the hillbillies who came out of the land of no owner. If we win over us, what can we prove?"

"Early summer, let's go!" Zuo Qiu Tianhe said, and Mo Qingcheng was right. The births of the two parties are not at the same level at all, and there is no point in comparing them.

Zuoqiu Chuxia shook his head, his eyes were somewhat aggressive, "Are you a vase or a bottle of oil? Don't you even have the courage to fight it?"

"What can I prove if I win you?" Yuan Jin asked back, "Apart from the Zuoqiu family behind him, what else can you show off?"

"Since I'm so unbearable, why don't you dare to fight with me?" Zuoqiu Chuxia said coldly.

"It's not that I dare, I don't want to!" Mo Qingcheng shook his head, "There is no contradiction between us, why are we making such a quarrel?"

"There are so many disciples from Li Henzong who have lost to Luo Wushu's hands, and you are not alone, so why bother about it?"

"Don't compare me to those humble guys." Zuoqiu Chuxia's face was cold, and there were spiritual fluctuations emerging from his body.

"Or do you only rely on men?"

"In that case, there are many people in my Zuoqiu family, and they are more reliable than Luo Wushu."

"Enough!" Mo Qingcheng's figure walked out at this moment, with a cold expression on that beautiful face.

"If you want a fight, I will do you well."

Her figure slowly fell on the battle platform, with vigorous spiritual energy waves emerging from her body.

She has never been a vase. With the help of Long Jing's cultivation, she has made her breakthrough to the late Purple Mansion.