"Hmph, Xiongba, you look down on me, Duan Lang, but today, it will be me, Duan Lang, who will watch you go to hell." The young figure raised his head and said arrogantly.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Xiongba laughed loudly, full of disdain, but did not speak again, obviously disdainful to talk to him again.
Duan Lang obviously saw it, and couldn't help but feel angrier, his face gloomy.
What he hates most is that others look down on him.
"Insolent, Duanlang, you can't even think of leaving Tianxiahui today."
At this time, a young figure with a calm look next to Xiong Ba shouted loudly.
"Shuang'er, take him down." Xiong Ba calmly ordered.
"yes."
In response, the man immediately rushed towards Duan Lang, it was Qin Shuang, the master of Tianxiahui Tianshuang Hall.
"It's not that easy to take down this young master."
Duan Lang snorted coldly and faced him with his sword.
The fiery red fierce sword light bloomed, it was very sharp, and it immediately made many people stare.
Fire Lin Sword!
Those who have seen something extraordinary will be surprised, and even more will be moved.
The Fire Lin Sword is definitely a rare magic weapon.
At this moment, Qin Shuang was at a disadvantage once they fought.
When it comes to martial arts, Qin Shuang is not weaker than Duan Lang, but a Fire Lin Sword is enough to separate the two sides.
But they were both at the Grandmaster level, and Duan Lang was distracted by Xiongba, so the winner couldn't be determined for a while.
On the top of a mountain in the distance.
Li Daoqiang looked at Duan Lang with interest, what a talent.
"What do you think of this Duanlang?" Suddenly, he said casually.
On the side, Zhao Min was speechless. He wanted to say no but was worried about offending the other party.
After pondering, he still said calmly and honestly: "I didn't know much about this person before, but he left the world and joined Wushuang City, as well as his performance just now.
It can be seen that he is arrogant and desperately wants to stand out and become famous, but he can put down his body and is not a real swordsman.
He is also an ambitious person, and considering his age, he is a talented person. "
"Well, Black Dragon Village wants this person." Li Daoqiang nodded with a smile and said calmly.
Zhao Min didn't care. He was just a young master. He was insignificant to behemoths like Black Dragon Village and Dayuan.
"You two, keep an eye on him for a while and invite him to join the Black Dragon Village." Li Daoqiang casually ordered.
"yes."
After a few more glances, Li Daoqiang suddenly changed his gaze, became a little more serious, and looked towards the main road leading to Tianxiahui.
Zhao Min and the other three followed, but with their strength, they couldn't see anything.
After a few breaths, Li Daoqiang sighed secretly, which was a pity.
In his perception, the body of the Dugu Sword Master had decayed, leaving only his last breath.
This is an end of life and there is no cure.
Unless it is a treasure like the blood of dragon source and phoenix, there is no way to save it.
Of course he didn't, and even if he did, he wouldn't necessarily give it to Dugu Sword.
The thought of letting Dugu Jian join the Black Dragon Village completely dissipated.
Immediately, his eyes became more solemn.
He would like to see, in such a chaotic world, does the so-called destiny still exist?
A few breaths later, as they approached the Tianxia Meeting, an old man in blue clothes, with white beard and hair, decrepit, but powerful and sharp, stopped in his tracks.
He glanced at Tianxiahui, which was very close at hand, from a distance, and looked down at his body, a trace of unwillingness and a sigh flashed through him.
Immediately, he became determined.
Since this body is useless, let's fight with our soul.
The pride in his heart rose, and his fighting spirit surged.
Golden light bloomed from his eyes, and sharp sword energy overflowed.
A slightly transparent shadow walked out of his body and jumped into the void.
It was at this moment that the world seemed to be silent.
A flash of enlightenment emerged in Xuying's eyes, as if there was an invisible transformation.
There was a surge of silent joy.
The phantom ignored the others and flew straight to the third branch of Tianxiahui.
But during this period, he turned his head and glanced at a mountain peak.
On that mountain peak, Li Daoqiang's eyes were blank, and a look of solemnity flashed across his eyes.
Is this Sword Twenty-Three!
The sword intent revealed at that moment was indeed terrifying.
This sword has definitely reached the level of gods and humans, and it is not weak at the level of gods and humans.
However, it was just a sword.
His mood calmed down quickly. No matter how powerful Jian Twenty-san was, it was of no use to him.
and······
He turned his eyes slightly and looked behind the road, where a man and a woman were walking quickly.
Three branches.
Many eyes were looking at the battle between Duan Lang and Qin Shuang. Qin Shuang had been suppressed and was about to be defeated.
Xiongba, who was sitting high up, had his eyes narrowed and his expression was not good-looking.
He invited so many people to fight against Dugu Sword Master just to enhance his prestige.
Now that the Tianxiahui has destroyed Wushuang City, and he can defeat the Dugu Sword Master who has been famous for many years, he is the well-deserved number one in this place outside the pass.
By then, it will not be impossible to unify the lands outside the customs.
But at this time, his disciple was defeated, and his face naturally didn't look good.
But in front of the public and many powerful people outside the customs, he couldn't bully the small by bullying himself and take action against Duanlang, a junior in person.
Just as he was hesitating, suddenly, an invisible pressure hit him like a violent storm.
A faint golden light bloomed, like flowing water, and in a blink of an eye, we arrived at the third branch campus.
In an instant, everyone's expressions changed drastically.
A sense of crisis that penetrated deep into the bones of their souls reminded them crazily that the cold breath of death made them all feel extremely fearful.
Duan Lang and Qin Shuang also stopped immediately, and like everyone else, looked at the shadow emitting golden light in horror.
Dugu Sword Master!
Anyone with some knowledge will exclaim with fear from within.
At this moment, they had no other thoughts in their minds. The powerful feeling the other party gave them was almost beyond their knowledge.
Including Xiong Ba, his face suddenly turned pale, his eyes were shocked and unwilling.
The shadow didn't look at anyone. It seemed that no one was worthy of him taking another look.
With a faint look in his eyes, his right hand turned into a sword finger, stabbing Xiong Ba at an extremely fast speed.
Time and space seemed to have stopped, and everyone could only watch helplessly, unable or daring to move.
Xiong Ba's face was extremely pale, and his fear could no longer be concealed.
But the strong real energy in his body seemed to have lost contact at this time, and he was as weak as a child.
It sounds like a lot, but in fact, it only took half a breath from the virtual shadow to the third branch.
Seeing that the sword finger was about to hit Xiongba, suddenly, Xuying's eyes widened, and a trace of unwillingness emerged.
The whole figure quickly retreated backwards and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, everyone heaved a sigh of relief, as if they had experienced a narrow escape from death. Xiongba slumped directly on the golden chair, his breath weak, full of fear and surprise.
Why did the Sword Master retreat?
After taking a breath, many people were puzzled.
(sleep.)
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