Within the scope of cognition of living beings in the world, including the Scorched Earth Continent where the Demon Tribe gathers, there are seven continents in total.
Except for the continent that is now sealed and covered with loess, among the other six continents, the one with the strongest comprehensive strength and worthy of the title of "First Continent" is the one where the Holy Light Clan generally lives. Star Continent.
It is rumored that every child of the Holy Light Clan in Xingchen Continent will be connected to a star in the sky. The brighter the star, the healthier the child will be and the higher his talent for cultivation will be.
After every member of the Holy Light clan dies, his body will turn into an incredible sacred light, dissipating in the night sky, and perfectly integrating with the bright stars.
Among all races, whether alive or dead, there is such a huge and extraordinary formation, only the Holy Light race can possess it!
The six words "the strongest race in the world" were the praise given to the Holy Light tribe by the other five races after countless continent-to-continent wars. Hundreds of years later, they are still regarded as a standard and respected as a Bible.
It has almost become subtle, just like the strongest ones on the grassland are the goshawks and lions. Among all the practitioners, the lower limit and upper limit of the strong ones with the blood of the Holy Light are incredibly high!
Therefore, some people speculate that the Holy Light race was born to cultivate immortality. Apart from becoming stronger, their lives do not seem to have any other meaning.
And when Ling Zhen learned from his uncle Zhe Liu that his concerned father was Guan Bi, the "Sword Saint" of the Holy Light Clan, he was completely shocked.
As the prince of the vassal, Ling Zhen is undoubtedly far more knowledgeable than ordinary people. Although it is not so exaggerated as to know the top experts in every continent, some of them are superior to the other massive experts in the continent. Ling Zhen still has a relatively clear understanding of the strongest among the strongest.
Guan Bi, who is known as "the first person in the continent to use swords", has the title of saint, not in vain, but well deserved!
It is said that this person became a saint with the sword, and relied on the sword to cultivate the realm, which is so overwhelming that people who are good at using weapons in Juzhou cannot lift him up. He can be ranked in the top five of one of the most powerful races of the Holy Light Clan.
Note that it is the top five, not the fifth. This is scary enough.
It is rumored that Guan Bi practiced hard at this young age. When he grew up, he liked to travel to all continents and fight against top experts from all walks of life. He almost never suffered a defeat. He killed or defeated so many masters that he could not even count them. Come to the extent!
If you want to say whether the hero Guan Biguan, who is invincible in sword skills, has ever really lost, then he has.
Only once did he fight against the legend of the Hanlan Continent human race, the God of Swordsman Yu Youcong.
The result of the final sword fight was that Guan Bi was defeated and one of his right arms was chopped off by the Sword God. He could only hold the sword with his left hand and never came to the Hanlan Continent again.
And Ling Zhen also knew very well that his mother Yao Ying's sworn brother Zhe Liu, although famous for killing people with flying arrows from thousands of miles away, was at least ranked among the top ten among human masters.
But when it comes to the weight of reputation, there is still a huge gap between him and the Sword Saint Guan Bi of the Holy Light Clan!
Whether this gap can be made up by actual combat level today will directly determine whether Zheliu's precious life can be left in this world.
Ling Zhen has been free-spirited since he was a child and has never been constrained by any rules. Even his father Ling Pu and mother Yao Ying can't control him very much. Only Uncle Zhe Liu spanks young Ling Zhen mercilessly every time. , it can be said that it left a big shadow on Ling Zhen’s childhood.
But the descendants of the Ling family are all strong-willed people.
Of course, there is no reason to hold grudges too much. Ling Zhen's feelings for her uncle have always been more respected than fearful. In addition, because her mother was expelled from the royal family of the Qianjin Dynasty, Yao Ying's only elder relative in this world is her sworn brother Zhe Liu. .
Therefore, Ling Zhen never wanted his uncle, who had watched him grow up and helped him a lot in his spiritual practice, to die so miserably here, in Qingling Temple, the holy land of Buddhism!
Ling Zhen swallowed his saliva and said to the heroic Zhe Liu: "Uncle, after hearing that Guan Bi lost to Yu Youcong, he vowed never to come to our Hanlan Continent again. How dare he come here to fight with you? ? He’s not afraid of our human race’s sword god anymore?”
Zhe Liu frowned tightly and said in a deep voice: "Who said that? Did you hear him swear that he would never come to Hanlan Continent?"
Ling Zhen smiled bitterly and said, "No, I just heard about it."
Zhe Liu sighed, stretched out his hand, rubbed the fur of the jade rabbit in Caring's arms, and said: "Guan Bi was indeed once defeated by Yu Youcong, but he was not convinced. After all, everyone is the eighth level. Why should a strong man in the Great Dao Realm be better with a sword than with a sword? So there is no question of whether he is convinced or not. He, Guan Bi, is not afraid of our Sword God just because he has a broken arm... "
Zheliu raised his head and looked at the statue of Guanyin in the hall, which was several feet high. "Well, Yu Youcong is the recognized sword god, and I, Zheliu, am also the arrow god. It's just the same pronunciation and different words, just one word difference. , there is such a big difference in reputation. The god of swordsmanship is touted by the world as the first person below the emperor of the human race, but what about me, the god of archery? I will only be able to be one of the "top ten masters of the human race" until I die. That’s it.”
Ling Zhen thought for a while, looked at his uncle's side face, and asked tentatively: "So uncle, I invited Guan Bi to come to our Hanlan Continent. I want to fight him. I want to defeat the Sword Saint of the Holy Light Clan." His record has allowed him to rank higher among the top ten masters of the human race, even as good as the Sword God Fish You Cong?"
Zheliu glanced at his nephew and nodded, "Zhen'er is my adopted sister's good son after all. He is indeed very smart. Indeed, there are the factors you mentioned. The Sword God once defeated Sword Saint, that battle was heard all over the continent, and everyone knew that Yu Youcong was invincible in swordsmanship. So if I, the Arrow God Zheliu, could defeat the Sword Saint Guan Bi once with my own hands like Yu Youcong, what would happen? How can I also get such high praise?"
Ling Zhen looked at his uncle with firm eyes. He understood very well that Zhe Liu had never married and had children in his life. He had never had any enjoyment. He had always been self-denial and practiced hard. He could be said to be the most conscientious and the fastest among the top ten masters of the human race. A solid and stable one.
Uncle Zhe Liu has no agenda in this life, he only wants to improve his archery skills to a higher level and gain prestige worthy of his strength in the vast continent where humans gather.
As long as you have these, that's enough!
Ling Zhen was about to say something when Zhe Liu spoke again.
Zheliu, who had reached the pinnacle of archery in Yizhou, touched the head of the little girl in the cherry skirt next to him with a very gentle technique, and said: "One more thing, this sword and arrow fight was initiated by his concerned father Guan Bi. When he comes out, he wants to kill me to prove to his daughter that I am not worthy of being his master to his daughter of the Guan family. I will only be a disciple in this life, and I hope to set a good example for her. I don’t want to lose, I want to win.”
"I don't want to lose, I want to win." These five simple words have fulfilled what many spiritual masters in the world want in their lives. Their hearts are clear and pure, and they only think about one thing, that is, not to lose and to be able to defeat their opponents. Keep winning.
But is this easier said than done?
Guan Bi, who had killed countless people in Xingchen Continent and gained a reputation throughout the continents with a single sword, also suffered a tragic defeat, losing to a man named Yu Youcong in Hanlan Continent.
Invincibility, long-lasting victory, always winning... Such things are actually very, very difficult and rare for practitioners!
But in the world of the strong, where swords are shining, blood is supreme, once you lose, everyone can imagine the result.
That is death, death in the hands of the opponent.
Become a stepping stone and become one of the strong records of defeating and killing your opponent in your lifetime!
Ling Zhen, who knew his uncle's thoughts well, understood better than anyone present that once Zhe Liu made up his mind, no one could change it.
Except for death, no one can stop Zhe Liu!
"Uncle, you..."
Ling Zhen hesitated for a rare moment, "Are you really sure you can kill that Guan Bi?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhe Liu's face suddenly became gloomy and dark.
Ling Zhen is a very keen person. He immediately noticed something strange about Zhe Liu and immediately changed his words: "Bah, my nephew said the wrong thing! This is the territory of our human race. In the realm of the earth, what kind of extraordinary ability does Guan Bi have that he can beat..."
"do not talk!"
Ling Zhen originally planned to praise his god-uncle before the war, to boost his own ambition and destroy the prestige of others, and to cheer him up, but Zhe Liu interrupted Ling Zhen's words with a stern face.
This majestic man with peak cultivation level said to his sworn sister's only son in a sacred tone that was almost as if he was ready to die: "Zhen'er, it would be best if I can win today. If I lose to Guan Bi, or Said... I died on this Qingling Mountain, please don't tell your mother about my death, she is weak and can't bear too much stimulation, I don't want her to be sad because of me, remember?"
Ling Zhen only hesitated for a short while, and Zhe Liu immediately repeated it in a tone without questioning: "I asked you if you remember?!"
Seeing that his uncle spoke with such an attitude, and the seriousness of the situation had reached its extreme, Ling Zhen had no choice but to respond loudly: "I remember uncle, just go ahead and fight. On human territory, Guan Bi can lose for the first time. You can lose again."
Zhe Liu reluctantly nodded, then turned his head and said to the young apprentice beside him: "Concern, if my master dies in the hands of your father today, don't bear grudge against your father. There is no need to force it." Fighting with all one's strength to determine the difference between life and death is the result of a cultivator who is upright and upright. Neither the murderer nor the victim has any regrets to speak of, and there is no need to retaliate against each other. Do you understand?"
The girl in the cherry skirt holding the snow-white jade rabbit bit her lip hard. Infected by the master's firm eyes, the little girl felt a burst of courage and courage from nowhere. She nodded heavily and said loudly: "Okay, master." , you should try your best to fight my father. If you win, I will continue to practice with you. If you lose...at worst, I will never recognize a second master again!"
Zhe Liu smiled happily, and then he raised his head and said to the top of the hall: "Guan Bi, you have always called yourself Guan Daxia, but this act of eavesdropping on others on the beam is probably not aboveboard. , isn’t that what a knight should do?”
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at him in shock.
There was a loud bang, a big hole was opened at the top of the hall, and a figure fell from a high place.
His body was so fast that even Bai Zhu, the abbot of Qingling Temple, couldn't stop him in time, so he fell onto the tall Guanyin sculpture!
boom!
This earth-shattering sound made people's liver and gallbladder split, and they were almost deafened.
That was the sound of a giant Buddha statue several feet tall shattering!
Because of the man's sudden fall, the giant statue of Guanyin that had been worshiped for many years in the Buddhist Holy Land was completely reduced to a pile of debris and turned into powder!
If you just cared about standing on the palm of Guanyin's hand, it would be a small disrespect to the Buddha.
So this person's current generous actions can be said to be a slap in the face of the Bodhisattva!
There was so much dust in the powder pile of the Guanyin jade carving that people could not see anything clearly.
Among the dust and mist, an old man holding a knife appeared!
He was a one-armed old man with ordinary clothes and an unusually shriveled figure.
The sleeve on the left side of the old man was empty, obviously without that arm, and he only used his right arm to hold the saber.
The long sword radiates cold light, and one can tell from a distance that this weapon must be a sacred object capable of killing countless people!
The sword and the old man have a very tacit understanding of each other's image, as if the old man was born to hold this sword in his right hand, and the moment the sword was forged, it was destined to be held tightly in the old man's hand.
A match made in heaven!
It has a high degree of matching with the divine weapon and the ferocious blade, and the old man, because his body is too gaunt and thin, is extremely different from the majestic and domineering Zheliu.
The contrast between the swordsman and the god of arrows is particularly sharp, no less than the tip of a needle against the awn of wheat!
When the dust fell to the ground, there was no longer the iconic sculpture of worshiping the Buddha in this hall.
Avalokitesvara no longer exists, but there is a vicious old man.
The vicious old man holds a vicious long knife in his hand. Both the knife and the man are extremely vicious!
The one-armed old man with cold eyes stared at Zhe Liu, a burly man with a bow and arrow behind him, with very vicious eyes.
"father……"
The woman in the cherry skirt was concerned, looking at the old man with a knife falling from the sky, and said with an extremely nervous expression.
Ling Zhen and Ling Xiaoxiao were both prepared.
Master Bai Zhu, a Buddhist monk whose main hall was destroyed, closed his eyes at this moment, put one hand on his chest, and twisted the necklace of beads around his neck one by one with the other hand, chanting Amitabha, over and over again...
The person who knows better than anyone why the old man suddenly came here this time is Zhe Liu, the human race's great archer.
As for Zheliu, the main protagonist, he did not show any overly nervous attitude when faced with the ferocious one-armed old man.
On the contrary, Zhe Da Shen Archer is in a very relaxed and comfortable state at this time, without any preparations for the upcoming battle with a top-level enemy!
"Guan Bi, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Ling Zhen's uncle Zhe Liu said in an almost laughing tone, "Tell me, you came down right away. Why did you smash a good Guanyin statue?"
The old man with one arm and a knife in one hand raised his head and laughed for a while, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, this hero is here to kill you, a guy who is so bold that he even dares to abduct my daughter!"
The old man lowered his head and glanced at the pair of rags at his feet. He grinned, revealing his dirty yellow teeth. "It's just a fake Guanyin. If it breaks, it will break. What does it matter? Next, Mr. Zhe, you have to face That's right, it's Guan Daxia, my real Guanyin!
