Guoyun: Playing the swordsman with poor sense of direction, teammate Zhang Qilin

The old man in white was using his palms to fly, and every attack seemed to be able to tear the space apart, making people's hearts palpitate.

Bang bang bang!

The two men's attacks continued to collide with each other, causing deafening noises.

The entire arena was shaking under the impact of this tremendous force, as if it could collapse at any time.

The two figures continued to retreat under the impact of this force.

However, they had no intention of backing down.

After each retreat, they would immediately adjust their state and launch a more fierce attack again.

At this moment, they seemed to have forgotten everything, with only the instinct to fight in their hearts.

Each of their attacks was as fierce as a storm, and each collision seemed to be able to cause the sky to collapse and the earth to split.

As time went by, their injuries became more and more serious.

Wang Yu's body was covered with various scars, and blood continued to flow out of the wounds, staining his clothes red.

His face turned extremely pale, but his eyes flashed with a more determined light.

The situation of the old man in white was not optimistic either. His face was also extremely pale and his breath began to become weak.

However, none of them had any intention of giving up.

They knew that this battle was not just a simple fight, but also a contest of will and belief.

Only those who persevere to the end can become the real winner.

Therefore, they continued to engage in a fierce battle, as if they would not stop until each other was completely defeated.

"Wuming, I admit that you are very strong, but you can't beat me in this battle!" The old man in white suddenly roared, his eyes became extremely sharp, as if they could penetrate Wang Yu's body.

As his roar fell, the old man in white's aura surged again, surging like waves. He quickly formed seals with both hands, and each seal contained deep internal strength, as if he wanted to condense the power of heaven and earth in his palms.

A powerful energy wave emanated from his body and instantly condensed into a huge palm print. The palm print flashed with dazzling light, as if it could tear through space, and it slammed towards Wang Yu fiercely.

"Is this... a palm transformation?"

Feeling the powerful energy fluctuation, Wang Yu's face changed slightly. He could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in the palm print, as if it could destroy everything.

He didn't expect that this old man in white actually mastered such a powerful palm transformation. You know, palm transformation is an extremely rare existence. Even among those top sects, few disciples can master it.

The fact that this old man in white could master the art of palm transformation was enough to show his extraordinaryness. However, Wang Yu was not afraid of this.

Because he also mastered the sword technique of transforming into a human form!

"cut!"

Wang Yu shouted in a low voice, and his eyes became extremely determined, as if he wanted to cut off all obstacles. The long sword in his hand instantly burst out with a sharp sword energy, which contained all of Wang Yu's will and strength, and slashed towards the huge palm print.

boom!

The sword energy and the palm print collided with each other, and a loud noise shook the earth. The entire arena was shaking under the impact of this force, as if it could collapse at any time.

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