"Wang Xianzhi, the mountain ghost is here to visit. See how different you are from this land god!"
The sound surged out and resounded through the sky.
A few newcomers to the world swore a few words, to the effect that they didn't do anything and took pictures of themselves. What kind of thing are they? They dared to talk about martial arts with Wang Xianren? His voice is amazing. No matter how loud it is, can it be louder than the roar of a Buddhist lion?
But before a few people even cursed, they saw Lao Jianghu beside them, looking at them like a fool.
The disdainful younger generation wanted to argue a few more words, but suddenly saw many people looking up, curious in their hearts. Looking along, people were stunned for a moment, and saw only a purple shadow, stepping in the void, as if heading towards the nine heavens. One step counts a few feet, and a lotus grows at each step.
After a few breaths, the purple shadow had already taken a hundred steps, soaring up to dozens of feet.
Zhao Xuansu, the Great Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain who was seriously out of age and in stature, entered an unattended wine stall, picked up a few bottles of good wine, and sat down to drink and enjoy himself.
After drinking about two bowls of wine, Zhao Xuansu looked outside and frowned: "Zhao Huangchao did not lose unjustly. Look at his momentum. If it weren't for the old king to restrain him, I would rather be a coward in Longhu Mountain for the rest of his life."
Someone in the city howled loudly, and then a roar like a surge erupted.
What do you want to do in Emperor Wu City?
Isn't it just to witness the elegance of the masters in the city, and then travel around the world to have more bragging rights?
It is not necessary to meet the masters of Zhixuan Realm and Celestial Realm Realm, but to take a look at the city walls of Emperor Wu City, where one by one the warrior slaves who can make huge waves are thrown into the rivers and lakes to defend the city, to go back to have a drink, and to talk to others about Emperor Wu City. What does he look like, and what kind of style does a first-level master look like?
Mom, I didn’t expect that God would take pity on me today, and I would really see a master who could not be higher.
Who is the mountain ghost?
Isn't he the one who killed the early ancestors of the Xuanyuan family with one sword, as has been widely circulated in the world recently?
This man has become very famous recently. It is said that his strength is even higher than that of the old sword god who has returned to the world. He is also a very domineering master. It is said that he once penetrated six hundred armors with one sword outside Xiangfan City, killing blood. into a river.
The boy riding the donkey upside down tilted his head and asked, "Sir, why does this mountain ghost have such a great reputation?"
The Peach Blossom Sword God chuckled, "If you enter the Tao with a sword and step into the realm of celestial phenomena, you can be so loud, let alone a land god."
The boy grinned and said, "Sir, could it be that Lao Hu was confused? Didn't you say before that the mountain ghosts were in the celestial realm, but why did they become land gods in the blink of an eye?"
The Peach Blossom Sword God is indeed very good-tempered. When he heard the words "Lao Hu Tu", he was not annoyed at all. He still said cheerfully: "The sky will be like before you climb the city, and the gods will be the gods after you climb the city. One step at a time."
A step towards becoming a land fairy?
Doesn’t this mean you are not under the master?
even…
The boy, who did not even pay attention to Cao Changqing, the official in green, finally raised his head and looked at the purple shadow standing in the sky, his expression blurred.
"You have good eyesight, you can encounter this rare event in a hundred years..." Deng Tai'a's voice stopped suddenly. The boy followed the master's eyes and saw a boy about the same size as himself, who was drinking with his head down.
"Wu Nu is not guilty, don't be embarrassed. Please ask the mountain ghost to come out of the city and fight Wang into the sea!" A voice like a bell came from the inner city, followed by a burly white-haired old man rising from the ground. The body shot into the East China Sea like a shooting star.
Although everyone couldn't see clearly the face of the white-haired old man, it made people feel so excited that they couldn't control themselves.
Wang Xianzhi!
This is the second person in the world, a figure who proudly stands at the top of martial arts!
"Okay, I'll have a good fight with you in the East China Sea." Jingzhou laughed, the clouds surged under his feet, and a dragon roared instantly, and streams of water vapor gathered from all directions like whales sucking, condensing into a circling figure in the blink of an eye. .
It has a camel head, antlers, a snake body, fish scales, four claws on its belly, and whiskers around its mouth.
It's a dragon!
The dragon is majestic, and its eyes are like a lantern with electric light running around.
The roar of the dragon surged and resounded for ten miles.
Everyone in the city stared wide-eyed. This method of turning one's hands into clouds and rain, is this the Xuantong of the Celestial Realm?
Walking on the dragon, this is a fairy!
Immediately, some people knelt on the ground and prostrated. There had been rumors before that there were immortals who could ride on dragons. It was rumored that Qi Xuanzhen ascended during the day. There were rumors that there were immortals behind the Tianmen. But who had seen a dragon? Who had seen a high-level immortal?
How much luck does it take to meet an immortal and a dragon in your lifetime?
After today, I can blow for the rest of my life!
Several martial slaves in Emperor Wu's city were sweating from behind, frightened and frightened.
Fortunately, he and the others did not take action. They were just oppressed by the dragon's power, and they fell to the ground. The true energy in their bodies was like boiling water, flowing around uncontrollably.
The giant dragon swung its tail and carried the scenery boat across the sky.
One by one, the martial slaves struggled to get up from the ground, gasping for breath. In just a short moment, everyone felt that their bodies were hollowed out by the power of the dragon, and their hands and feet were weak. At this time, let alone dealing with Bei, who had already touched the Vajra Realm. Prince Liang, even a ranger who only knows how to show off his tricks, I am afraid he will not be able to defeat a few of them.
"Old Huang, the young master has learned martial arts. You see it now, do you think it's as expected? Yes, you won't suffer any disadvantages if you learn martial arts. You won't be fooled if you learn martial arts. After learning martial arts, you can molest a young lady on the street and you will no longer be afraid of being chased. What? The young master only understands this truth now? Also, that boy Wen Hua has learned your Nine Swords and is determined to be a good person. Damn it, if this boy doesn’t play swordsmanly in the future, the young master will kick him. His bird." His Royal Highness had no intention of looking at the huge thing above his head, and just whispered in a low voice while holding the wooden box wrapped in rags.
"Old Huang, am I going to die? If I had known better, I wouldn't have touched your broken box."
"No way! The young master still owes me several jars of rice wine! As a man says, even four or five cows and seven or eight horses can't pull him back."
"Old Huang, if I learn swordsmanship, will there be a future?"
"With the young master's talent, isn't his future promising?"
"Old Huang, tell me, how many swords are in this wooden box?"
"Originally there were six, but now there are only five. If the young master wants to play with swords, I will keep three or four."
A figure suddenly appeared in front of His Highness the Crown Prince. It was not Old Huang, but Zhao Xuansu, a boy pretending to be his son.
Zhao Xuansu chuckled a few times and pressed his hands. Several martial slaves, who were facing a formidable enemy, immediately bleed from their orifices and lay on the ground not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince rubbed the broken wooden box that he had told himself that he could only look at it but not touch it. He couldn't touch it enough no matter how hard he touched it.
Six thousand miles of wind and clouds, dozens of jars of rice wine.
The wind is tight today, no need to worry.
The people in the city were already on fire. They formed a torrent from the east gate and headed toward the east coast.
There are dozens of masters in the realm of celestial phenomena who can’t count with their hands, let alone land gods!
If we meet each other in the city today, is this just bad luck? If you miss this shocking battle, you will regret it for the rest of your life.
Those who are arrogant and arrogant will naturally look down on rushing on the ground. Pointing their toes, flying up to the roof, stepping on the tiles and running, it is business to go a moment early and occupy a position with a good view!
There are hundreds of thousands of people from all walks of life in the city, lined up for more than ten miles?
If you want to watch the immortals fight, you can't ride on the wind, so you have to rely on your legs to move forward.
However, there were those who were not good at martial arts and hurriedly rushed out, their auras in their bodies were unstable, one foot was light and the other was heavy, causing many tiles to fall down, and the frightened dogs all over the city huddled in their dens with their tails between their legs. In such a huge city, it is indeed rare to see the scene where hundreds of dogs barked with one roar in the past.
On the surface of the East China Sea, dark clouds pressed over the city, and the suffocating feeling of an approaching storm hit my face.
Wang Xianzhi, the lord of Emperor Wu City, stood on the raging waves with his hands behind his back, his eyes like lightning, looking at the figure a hundred feet away. He did not rush to take action, but laughed loudly, and broke the dead silence with his heroic words: "Wu Fu Qing I can drink in the rivers and lakes with my sword in hand, and I can also travel to the North Sea in the evening in Cangwu. What a land god. With juniors like you in the rivers and lakes, I will no longer be lonely for a long time!"
Although Zhao Heng sent a letter begging him to kill someone, it would be fine if he was an ordinary martial artist, but killing such a talented descendant would cause the world's fortunes to plummet. The original intention of the city is contrary to the original intention, and Jianghu must not lose its vitality because of this.
Jing Zhou stood on the dragon's head and said loudly: "Time is like a knife, but you, Wang Xianzhi, are getting stronger as you age. Even time cannot defeat you. Your momentum is invincible and your Taoism is invincible. You are worthy of being a martial arts genius that is rare to see in a hundred years."
Back then, Li Chungang cherished his talent and did not open the Heavenly Gate with one sword. That battle ended with Wang Xianzhi crushing the wooden horse and the cow. This made him never forget his gratitude. He smiled loudly and raised one hand to signal the younger generation to take action first.
Jingzhou sighed secretly, he was worthy of being a man who proudly stood at the top of martial arts.
"Go!" Jing Zhou pointed his finger, and the green dragon with the shape and spirit under his feet roared loudly, flew like thunder, and rushed towards Wang Xianzhi.
The white-haired old man, who never used weapons when fighting enemies, did not make any movement when the giant dragon approached him. He just touched the roaring waves under him with one foot, and the sea water rose upside down.
There was a loud and muffled sound, and the strong wind rose sharply above the East China Sea, and the waves rose into the sky, as if a mountain was dropped from the nine heavens into the East China Sea.
Waves that were more than ten feet high came fiercely from the shore. The huge waves came one after another, seemingly endless. The rocks that were originally standing on the shore and were as tall as a person were smashed into pieces in an instant.
Those people from the rivers and lakes who came on the eaves and tiles happened to see this thrilling scene, and their hearts were swaying, unable to control themselves. This is the method of immortals!
Who says martial arts is inferior to literature?
If you practice martial arts to the extreme, you will be as good as the two in front of you. I am afraid that you can single-handedly become the best martial artist in the world!
There was a thunderous explosion, heavy rain poured down from the sky, and the power grid swam in the sky, as if a disaster was coming.
The people who rushed to the seaside with all their strength from Emperor Wu's city fell into a sluggish state again before they could recover from the hundreds of feet long blue dragon.
Is this rain of swords really humanly possible?
"Come on!" Jingzhou shouted softly, and the sea water below surged. One, two, ten, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of water swords flew out from the bottom of the sea.
The overwhelming sword energy raged in all directions, and the downpour was shattered by the endless sword energy. Together with the thick black clouds that could crush a city, a large hole was created, as if a piece of the sky had been torn off.
The sound of the sword was endless, echoing between heaven and earth, and the sword intent soared to the sky.
The swords around their waists seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, and they trembled in unison. Many people were so frightened that they squeezed the hilt of the sword tightly with their hands, fearing that the sword would be unsheathed.
One by one, the water swords in the air covered the sky and the sun.
Densely packed, countless water swords were strung together in a line, and instantly turned into a sword dragon.
The white-haired old man, who had given in a move, finally made a move. When he saw the Baizhang Sword Dragon coming towards him, he retreated and punched straight towards the dragon's head.
boom!
The sea surface suddenly overturned, followed by the earth shaking.
Even in Emperor Wu's City in the distance, the city walls were shaking like an earthquake.
Countless rubbles were swept forward by the waves, threatening to scatter Emperor Wu's city.
In Emperor Wu's city, Zhao Xuansu glanced towards the East China Sea and said: "These two land gods are going to cause landslides and earth shattering. They won't stop for a while. I advise you not to expect that the mountain ghosts will pay attention to save you." .Do you have any last words, Your Majesty? It would be a good idea to say them and listen to them."
Xu Fengnian said regretfully: "How can you say that Heavenly Master is also a senior master, but he likes to be someone's son so much? Aren't you aggrieved?"
Zhao Xuansu laughed: "I have lived for a long time, my Taoism is mediocre, but my face is thick. Besides, if I call Xu Xiao my dad, he is my dad? If I call you grandson, do you take it as my grandson? Prince If Your Highness has no last words, I should give them to you."
"We're on our way." Before the old Taoist priest who had lived for several decades could say the words, a voice rang in his ears: "Senior master, you have obviously spent your whole life living on a dog. Mrs. Deng has come to kill the dog." !”
Suddenly six small swords came through the air.
It is said in the world that the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a raised a small pocket sword with the secret skills of the Wu Family Sword Tomb and watered it with his heart's blood.
The small sword channels spirits like a living creature, and is extremely mysterious. After it comes out of the box, it can cut off the enemy's head without the need for Qi control. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was lucky enough to see this superb swordsman's handiwork today. Six finger-long flying swords were inserted into six major acupoints on Zhao Xuansu's body, causing the child's body to collapse immediately.
A long rainbow flew out and went straight to the sky.
"If Heavenly Master wants to leave, he has to ask Deng Tai'a for his sword!" As soon as the Peach Blossom Sword God's voice fell, six flying swords shot into Zhao Xuansu's soul.
Deng Tai'a then played again, and six more small swords flew out from the box in his hand, forming a sword formation to trap Zhao Xuansu's soul.
Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, Zhao Xuansu thought about it, became cruel, and threw himself into the sword formation. Even if he was bound to be defeated, he used a trick to steal a secret and transfer the disaster of Longhu Mountain to Xu Fengnian.
"How dare Deng Laogou An do this!" The Peach Blossom Sword God, whose expression had never changed since leaving the Wu Family Sword Tomb, roared. He had only paid attention to the sword formation before, but now it was too late to prevent the doomed pillar from falling on Xu Fengnian. The dragon and tiger accumulated It is not necessary to count all the calamities of a thousand years, as long as there are two or three points, Xu Fengnian will be able to lose his fortune and die.
Even if he has great supernatural powers, he can still kill people, but he can't eliminate this fate.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince smiled sadly, a rabbit would bite someone in a hurry, let alone a vicious old turtle like Zhao Xuansu? It's not a good thing to make the Peach Blossom Sword God so angry.
This is?
Deng Tai'a raised his head and glanced, and a purple light seemed to come from outside the sky, striking at the calamity of Longhu Mountain.
