First, the sword energy was shining brightly, suppressing the mighty fist power below the curtain.
Then there was a little blue light that turned into a rainbow.
At an extremely fast speed, he reached the top of Tongyuegui.
Standing in a hovering position is an old man in a blue shirt carrying a sword.
"Senior Yu!"
Ling Zhen saw the white-haired old man who suddenly arrived, and he lost his voice with excitement.
The person who came was naturally the pinnacle of human swordsmanship, Yu Youcong, who was known as the "Sword God".
The old man in green shirt, with a sapphire blue sword on his back, clasped one hand behind his back, squinted his eyes, and looked at the purple silk woman who was also standing in the air not far away.
Yu Youcong sneered, and there was a hint of contempt and ridicule in the laughter. Anyone could hear it at once, "You Jiang...Ling Jieao, right? You got this bad name, hey, you are just a barbarian like Ling Pu." An ordinary man can think of it! If it were me, even if I drank three hundred kilograms of fake wine, I would never be so crazy as to come up with such a name for my daughter!"
With these words of the old sword god Yu, he clearly cursed Ling Pu, the king of the Villa, and Ling Jieao, the daughter of Ling Pu.
But for some reason, these words did not sound objectionable to Ling Zhen, who was also a descendant of the prince. Instead, he was very pleased with them and felt happy.
Wearing that gorgeous purple robe, the purple silk material is soft and tough, and her long hair falls down, making the woman's whole persona more refined.
A domineering and unruly woman with a tall and straight body, an oval face, and very heroic facial features. At this moment, Yu Youcong's words were heard in her ears, which was extremely unpleasant to listen to.
Anger surged up in an instant, and he was furious.
The second daughter of the Ling family had a fiery temper. She was already very unhappy because the Sword God's sword energy overpowered her own fists, and now she was being ridiculed by words. How could she not be furious and throw salt into the fire?
"Sword God Fish You Cong...where did you come from?!"
Ling Jie'ao's voice was strangely loud, and he asked in a trembling voice, "You and I don't know each other, why are you going against me?"
Yu Youcong just laughed, thought for a while, and said: "Don't worry about where I came from. Anyway, I know that you came out of your mother Yao Ying's belly. As for why you came here, First of all, you are a little too arrogant girl. You are full of ridiculous words, which really disturbs my ears. The more I listen to them, the more I want to hit them. Secondly, these fists in the empty space are really strong and make people feel itchy. I couldn't hold it back, so I struck out with my sword, hehe, I suppressed it all unexpectedly, it seems your practice is not good enough!"
That "hehe" made Ling Jieao feel as sick as if he had eaten a mouthful of shit.
She secretly tried to use her fist energy to resist the sword energy of the Sword God, but it was useless, and it was difficult to reverse the tragic fate of being "pressed below"...
How did this old guy develop his sword energy?
Is it really that strong? !
"Then what are you doing?"
Ling Jieao roared in a trembling voice, "You have already finished your sword strike, and the things here have nothing to do with you. Since there is nothing to do, shouldn't you leave here as soon as possible?"
Yu Youcong sneered a few times and said with playful eyes: "You girl, do you think I am someone like you? You don't get involved in things that have nothing to do with you. Getting up? Bah!"
After making a sound, the old sword god pointed at the woman in white, Ling Xiaoxiao, and then poked the purple silk dress a few times. In a tone similar to that of a superior criticizing a subordinate, he continued: "Two years ago, I came here. In the villa, I asked Ling Pu to ask for a sword, and I stirred up sea water to flood the entire palace. I remember that at that time, a total of five people showed up to stop me, and even the girl in white came out... Ling Jieao, you Why don’t you come?”
Ling Jieao was stunned on the spot.
In the incident two years ago, when she was in the mourning hall of her mother Yao Ying, she really felt the huge pressure of the sea water flooding the villa, and she originally wanted to go out to stop it.
But at that time, Ling Jieao did not have the cultivation level of the eighth-level Dao Realm. He was preparing to come at the critical moment of breaking through the bottleneck of the realm. He was only half a step away from ascending one level from the Wuji Realm to the End of the Realm.
And at that time, if you choose to go out on your own and fight against such powerful people, even if you can save your life by luck, most of your life will not be compromised. There is a chance that you will be completely injured due to a serious injury. Cut off the possibility of reaching the eighth realm.
In order to eliminate accidents, protect the cultivation base that you have finally obtained.
In order to ensure that I can enter the Great Realm very smoothly and smoothly in the near future.
Out of selfish planning, the female martial arts god Ling Jie'ao chose to stay in the mourning hall, instead of stepping forward to fight like Ling Xiaoxiao, the eighth daughter of the Ling family, carrying the sea water and saving the villa from flooding!
Regarding his choice, Ling Jie'ao did not have too many regrets or worries. After all, he had successfully broken through the barrier and entered the realm of the ultimate avenue that he had longed for. His cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds, and his climbing speed was beyond imagination.
What really made her feel deeply ashamed was that she cowered and retreated from that battle, and voluntarily gave up the opportunity to stand up for the Ling family out of selfish motives.
This kind of thing is extremely disgraceful and a "shame" for those who practice martial arts!
But at that moment, the old sword god's question directly tore off Ling Jie'ao's last layer of fig leaf, making her face her humiliating past and try to ask herself.
Ling Jie'ao's self-esteem was hurt and he became completely angry. His voice was distorted and he shouted hoarsely: "Who are you? You care if I come or not?!"
This was in response to Lao Rao's question.
Why didn't you come when the Villa was flooded two years ago?
Yu Youcong smiled lightly, took out his ears, and asked calmly: "You are the child of your mother Yao Ying. Although you are not related to me at all, but... if Ying'er is still alive in the world, she will definitely not Do you understand that you hope that your daughter will be a coward who hides her head and hides her tail?"
Ling Jie'ao's expression was ferocious, and his eyes seemed to be wrapped with sharp knives, showing off his sharp edge.
Before the domineering second daughter of the Ling family could say anything, the old sword god raised his voice and spoke loudly, "Ling Pu doesn't care, let me take care of it!"
As soon as these words came out, Ling Xiaoxiao, the eighth daughter of the Ling family dressed in white, felt terrified and truly shuddered.
Just because in the past, when he had the courage to confront Yu Youcong, this old swordsman in blue shirt and white hair had said the same thing to him.
Ling Xiaoxiao will never forget in this life that the result of that confrontation with the Sword God's majesty was that she was forcibly detained into an illusion filled with countless flying swords.
Even though he tried his best to protect his body and ensure that his body was not injured by sharp blades, he still couldn't save a life. Life and death, he was brutally killed by flying swords in the territory, and he died no less than a hundred times!
But now, the person who is about to be "educated" by the Sword God has been changed from Ling Xiaoxiao to Ling Jieao, the second daughter born by Yao Ying.
Dressed in purple silk, a woman with the word "Jieao" in her name appeared in the air. Angry waves surged in her chest, and her whole head was filled with blood.
Ling Jieao's fighting spirit has risen to an extremely high level, and it can't be higher!
Two years ago, I had stopped halfway and was about to break through. In order to protect my hard-won cultivation, I chose to hide in the mourning hall and refuse to join the war.
Two years later, I have successfully broken through the realm bottleneck and reached the peak of the eighth level.
Doesn't this mean that a great opportunity to wash away the shame is now right in front of us?
Ling Jie'ao's fists were punched fiercely, his eyes became more and more intense, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth.
It was a smile that appeared when one knew that there was no escape and the only way was to fight.
It can be understood as laughing in anger, or it can be called "living towards death".
The courage, courage, and heroic spirit that only belong to the strongest warriors!
The young woman wearing purple silk looks full of energy.
This opportunity cannot be missed and will never come again.
Since it is you, a bad old man, who started this battle again, if I still refuse to fight, then I will really become the "cowardly rat" you call me, and I will bring shame to the Ling family and my mother. A clean one?
Practicing boxing is for self-defense in fights.
The purpose of practicing martial arts is to "personally" teach those who deserve to be taught.
After practicing boxing and martial arts for so many years, enduring all kinds of hardships, and overcoming numerous hardships and ups and downs, I have achieved the state and level of struggle I have today.
And when faced with someone who is likely to be stronger than him, he shrinks back and avoids any conflict with him, just like a coward...
How could this be true?
For the children of the Ling family, there is absolutely no such ridiculous truth!
Fight and fight.
Why fear?
As the name suggests, Ling Jieao people are unruly and willful.
At this time, she lowered her pointed chin with an oval-shaped face, and stared at the figure in front of him wearing a green shirt with a sword on his back with a cold and sinister gaze. She said in a deep voice to the white-haired old man: "You must It doesn’t matter, hehe, come on then! We are both in the Great Dao realm, do you think I will be afraid of you?"
Yu Youcong nodded slightly and commented: "This temperament is quite to my liking. Your father's strong boxing style and martial arts aptitude should be inherited, but this temper has inherited some of your mother's appearance when she was young. On my body, then..."
After saying "then", the old man was speechless.
He reached out and once again pulled out the Dayu Sword on his back, holding it firmly in his hand. The dazzling sapphire blue blade was filled with majestic and shocking energy.
No more words are needed.
Draw your sword and that's it.
The old man in green shirt slashed with his sword, and suddenly, the domineering sword energy blasted away.
The cyan rainbow light struck the purple silk!
Ling Jie'ao was fully prepared, and used his arms filled with inner strength and fist power to stagger and block his chest. The true energy billowing throughout his body was visible to the naked eye.
This is how to withstand the old sword god's slashing attack.
The sword energy comes from the front.
There was an extremely fierce collision with Ling Jieao's body!
There is a green light that spreads throughout the scene.
Just when Ling Jie Aowu was protecting himself with two arms, he was concentrating on trying his best to dissipate the kendo energy.
The old man in green shirt showed no signs and gave no time or chance to react.
Just like that, he instantly moved to the right side of the purple silk woman's body.
The green sword energy had not completely dissipated yet, and the remaining power was still there, so Ling Jieao could not escape quickly to respond.
Yu Youcong, who held the sword in his right hand, smiled, clenched his fist with his left hand, punched out with all his strength, and hit Ling Jieao's right cheek firmly!
After spitting out the huge force, the purple silk was instantly blown away.
After receiving a punch from the Sword God on the right side of his face, Ling Jieao couldn't help but was sent flying out. The flight path was slanted and straight, drawing a purple rainbow line.
Crash into the boundless earth!
In the blink of an eye, Ling Jieao's figure disappeared in the sky above Tong Yuegui.
After witnessing this scene with her own eyes, Ling Xiaoxiao, who had been facing tit-for-tat with her second sister, couldn't help but swallow hard and said to herself: "After this punch, the bruises on the left and right sides of the face will probably be symmetrical... …”
Ling Zhen, the young man in green robe, was also extremely shocked.
The old sword god only punched out Ling Jie'ao, a martial arts expert with the eighth level of the Great Dao Realm, and knocked him away, leaving no trace of him.
This kind of miraculous handwriting is really unbelievable.
Ling Zhen thinks about it, I am afraid that only the old swordsman Yuyou Congyu can reach such an exaggerated state in both boxing and swordsmanship!
After being punched so hard by Yu Youcong, even Master Ling Puling, the owner of the Shenshan Villa with a divine physique and the "Human Martial God", had to lie on the bed for a whole day before he had the strength to stand up again.
One can imagine how heavy the fists of the old man named Yu can be.
It can simply be called the incarnation of a god!
Ling Zhen looked anxious and hurriedly rushed to the green-shirted old man and asked: "Senior Yu, my elder sister..."
Yu Youcong breathed a sigh of relief, put the Dayu Sword in his right hand into the sheath on his back, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I won't die. I only used 50% of my true energy with that first sword strike. The punch that succeeded in the sneak attack was admittedly used with all her strength, but thinking about it, as a martial artist with Dao Dao realm cultivation and who could fight with her father Ling Pu, she shouldn't have much problem after taking that punch, and she was definitely injured. It’s not as good as the main road.”
Ling Zhen knew that the second sister was more or less injured, and her mood might be severely affected. She frowned and moved her mouth, but she didn't say anything, so she remained silent.
Yu Youcong glanced sideways at Ling Zhen and said with a smile: "Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking, you bastard. What you want to ask is that I am clearly a swordsman, why do you use fists to attack in a sneak attack? ?”
Ling Zhen acquiesced.
Yu Youcong touched the beard on his chin, "Because I'm afraid of killing your second sister, that's why. My sword is so powerful that not even your father, an old man, can withstand it, let alone a A little girl who has just reached the end? In order not to hurt her, I decided to fight her with my fists. The first sword was just a blind move. It was my purpose to bully her."
Ling Zhen pursed his lips. After understanding the reason, he said sternly: "I see. I thanked my second sister for my elder sister's grace of not killing her. Thank you to the old sword god for showing mercy!"
Yu Youcong was silent for a while, and suddenly looked the young man in green robe up and down, and saw that the latter was a little embarrassed. The old sword god smiled and said: "Son, I heard that you always go to that 'God of War' given by your father." Do you want to work hard in Guixu' to keep your body strong?"
Ling Zhen nodded, "To be honest, senior, this is indeed the case."
Yu Youcong chuckled a few times, "Even the swordsman's sword can't satisfy you, right? He's such a rare masochist. This is good, he can suffer more than ordinary monks." , the progress will naturally be faster... I am in a good mood today, do you need me to give you a punch? "
The implication of the old sword god's words was very obvious.
He just wanted to ask Ling Zhen if he needed to fight with him in boxing, and rely on the injuries that he was destined to suffer from being punched to improve his physical and physical strength.
In short, do you want to have a meal?
Ling Zhen's face immediately turned bitter, and he was about to say something to refuse, but unexpectedly, Ling Xiaoxiao, a woman in white, swooped over and came up to him.
Ever since the eighth daughter of the Ling family was imprisoned in the sword realm in her true form and suffered the misery of life and death, her attitude toward the sword god Yu Youcong changed drastically, and she started to respect him more.
At this time, Ling Xiaoxiao's smile was all over her pretty face. She was so beautiful. She smiled and said attentively: "Old senior, isn't this a coincidence? Before you came to Tong Yuegui, I and I Brother, he was chatting, and he made it clear that he followed me. He felt that the punch of the thousands of ghosts and ghosts in the Return of the God of War was too light, and it was not painful or itchy when hit on the body. It was like cotton, and had a slight effect on improving the physical fitness. , it is of no great use at all! He is just eagerly looking forward to it every time, hoping that you, the old man, can give him a punch in person, and return the punch once, and the effect will definitely be great, which is better than training in Guixu a hundred times and a thousand times. , which not only saves time, but also greatly improves physical strength, which is simply getting twice the result with half the effort!”
Ling Zhen's face was filled with a bitter smile, and she couldn't help but lamented: "Sister Xiaoxiao, aren't you..."
The young man was thinking, "Aren't you hurting me?" But suddenly he realized that the old man had deliberately punched himself, and the pain was pain, but the actual effect must be there, and there were quite a lot of it.
Fundamentally speaking, this cannot be considered as harming others at all, so those words were never uttered.
"What am I? Are my words wrong?"
Ling Xiaoxiao raised her chin and said to her younger brother, "Is it possible that you don't always expect to have seniors punch you, but instead you always feel uncomfortable when seniors say bad things behind your back all day long?"
Ling Zhen was shocked, waved his hands vigorously, and denied in a loud voice: "Nothing! How is it possible? How could I say bad things about the senior?! Sister Xiaoxiao, please don't talk nonsense."
A sweet smile appeared on Ling Xiaoxiao's face, "Yes, isn't that right? My brother is so sensible and will not show any disrespect to his seniors..."
At this moment, Yu Youcong thought of the night in the past, when Ling Zhen left his body for the first time and entered the realm of billions of swords. After dying thousands of times in a row, he cursed at himself the whole night in his sleep. That one thing.
Even though he was next door, he specifically ordered Long He to be more ruthless when he drew his sword, which had already taught Ling Zhen a lesson full of burdens.
But until later, Yu Youcong always felt that this foul-mouthed man named Ling was probably speaking ill of him behind his back, but some of his words did not reach his ears.
After listening to Ling Xiaoxiao's words now, the old sword god became more and more sure of what he was thinking. His guess was indeed the truth.
In this case, today's fist fight is even more necessary.
You have to give the eldest son of Shenshan Villa some solid "memory"!
"No need to say anything more, son, just on top of this laurel, I will give you a punch myself, just accept it——"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old swordsman in blue threw out a punch.
In the center is a young woman in green robe.
Although Ling Zhen was prepared in advance, he was still hit by the punch and flew a distance of more than ten feet.
Yu Youcong pressed forward and punched out again, causing the young master Ling Zhen to go in another direction.
Zheng in the sky
Qingshan, beat Qingpao violently!
It was a "feeding fist", but in fact, the latter had no room to fight back at all.
It was just a one-sided beating.
Using his physical body to carry the old sword god's punches, his body was under the curtain and "flyed" to completely different directions again and again!
Qingpao tried to escape.
Qingshan is always chasing after him.
Ling Xiaoxiao, a woman in white clothes, looked at the scene higher up. She put her hands close to her mouth, making a trumpet shape, and let out her voice with her true energy. She shouted loudly with joy: "Old senior, please be more careful, my brother." He is physically strong and tough and can handle it!”
The green-shirted old man kept punching, and his strength really increased.
While the young man in green robe was being beaten, after hearing what Eighth Sister said, he was unable to speak in the current situation.
I could only curse six words repeatedly deep in my heart.
Over and over again, I was punched and cursed.
"Ling Xiaoxiao, the bastard!"
Ling Xiaoxiao, the seventh sister of the Ling family, was hovering in the air and standing quietly, watching this wonderful show.
Ling Zhen, the eldest young master of the Ling family, is receiving the "feeding fists" from the Sword God alone to strengthen his body and improve his physical ability to withstand injuries.
The second daughter of the Ling family, Ling Jieao, received a punch from Yu Youcong on the right side of her face. She was knocked out of Tong Yuegui without a trace.
The seventh daughter of the Ling family, Ling Yishui, who was still on the Guiding plain, had completely stopped crying now.
She was standing still in white clothes, looking up at the scene above. Ling Yishui was filled with emotion and murmured to herself: "Compared to the past, Jiang Hu and I have a very good family relationship. It’s harmonious…”
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Bailu.
The name of this thing has the same pronunciation as white deer and egret, but it is very different from them.
The body shape is not much different from that of an ordinary eagle. Its feathers are blue and white, its beak is blood red, and there are three-inch horns on its head, which are similar in color to Rao's skin.
It flies extremely fast and is very aggressive.
It uses its beak as an active weapon to kill enemies. A successful blow can instantly kill an adult tiger on the spot.
It is not a spiritual beast, but a kind of "demon transformation", which is the transformation of the demon elite from an ancient era after death.
In addition to its super combat ability, this Bailu Demon Slaughter has innate magical powers that can greatly increase a person's "Qi".
Different people have different improved luck.
If Bai Lu forms a contract with Sword Cultivator, then the Qi increased by Sword Cultivator must be closely related to the swordsmanship, which will help the monks to quickly ascend in the field of swordsmanship and slowly climb towards a stronger realm.
If the person who makes a contract with this Bai Lu is a person who has never practiced swordsmanship and has devoted his life to studying pure martial arts, then this person will be able to improve his martial arts at a very fast speed from now on.
In the Splendid Dynasty of Hanlan Continent, the lucky person who truly made a human-animal contract with the demonic alien creature named "Bai Lu" had a particularly noble and noble status.
He is the eldest son of the current royal family, the eldest prince Ling Mian!
The full name of "mian" is Mianqi, which originally refers to the kind of noble hat that can only be worn on the head of emperors.
When Ling Gong, the son of the imperial court, named his eldest son Ling Mian, he must have thought of this early and did it on purpose.
Ling Mian was named Mianzi. According to the old system of inheritance by the eldest son, he should be the future Splendid Emperor. But after all, the palace was full of intrigues. In order to stabilize his position as the crown prince, he has also paid a lot over the years. effort.
A powerful assassin from the dark faction killed Ling Xing, the second prince who was most likely to compete with him for the throne and was extremely mature in mind and means.
Using a deliberately fabricated reason, he was successfully framed for the crime of causing trouble in the palace. Ling Hao, the third prince who was also unambitious, was directly demoted to the rank of eldest son by his father.
The poison was poured into the fourth prince Ling Yan, who was less than ten years old and did not pose a great threat to his accession to the throne. He was poisoned and became mute.
In addition to murdering his three younger brothers, Ling Mian has done a great job in promoting and re-employing his own party members and ministers over the years, as well as in rejecting all kinds of dissidents and eliminating all forces that would hinder him from ascending to the throne in the future. A lot has been done.
And the successful formation of a bond with Bai Lu, a demon with supernatural powers, made Ling Mian even more confident and his self-confidence greatly increased.
He felt that relying on his growing royal aura and his birthright status as a prince, he would be able to wait until his father, Emperor Ling Gong, passed away and returned.
There is no doubt that he is destined to sit on the dragon throne, ascend the throne, and become the supreme emperor of the new era of the Splendid Dynasty. His Majesty the Emperor, who is above ten thousand people and has hundreds of officials kneeling before him!
To the north of the imperial city, there is a high mountain.
There are thousands of colorful flowers blooming at the top of the mountain, forming countless clusters of flowers. After going up the mountain, you can see that the height is like a sea of flowers.
It is said to mean that the Splendid Dynasty is peaceful and peaceful, and people of all ethnic groups have harmonious relations. They are all united and loving each other, creating a prosperous scene of Splendid prosperity!
This mountain was named "Jiuding Mountain" by the late Emperor Ling Ye. The name comes from the idiom "One word, nine tripods".
A supreme being, superior to all people, is a supreme existence that can truly realize one's promise.
His name is quite fitting!
Only members of the royal family and nobles are allowed to enter and exit this mountain. The rest of the common people are not allowed to even approach within a radius of one mile.
Once a taboo is violated, one will be killed immediately and die on the spot.
This is the top location.
The eldest prince Ling Mian, dressed in luxurious clothes, arrived at the peak of Jiuding Mountain, accompanied by several strong men with martial arts skills, hundreds of elite attendants, and a large number of mediocre servants.
Since forming a contract with Bai Lu, at this time of every month, he would personally take the precious demon slough that brought him the "child's spirit" to the highest point of the mountain.
At the same time, several majestic goshawks were released and allowed to be hunted by Bai Lu, as a great entertainment.
On the top of Jiuding Mountain, without much effort, no fewer than fifty vigorous goshawks were killed by Bai Lu who was flying at extremely fast speed.
There was no way to escape, and he was reduced to a delicious meal in his belly.
At the end of the day, there were only about twenty blue-headed eagles still alive.
Following the order from His Highness the Crown Prince, the guards were released from the falcons.
The eagles flew in all directions and fled quickly.
But the result was that twenty goshawks that fled in different directions were all caught up by Bai Lu and brutally bitten to death, leaving not a single one behind!
Just when the eldest prince was satisfied and was about to call the demon to return and return home, an extremely fast flying arrow came from a certain direction.
In an instant, the feathered arrow had pierced through Moshe Bailu's head, causing him to die instantly and fall straight from a high place.
Ling Mian's eyes suddenly burst open, his face full of bewilderment and horror!
When the surrounding monks saw this scene, they shouted "There are assassins" as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and protected Prince Ling who was in the center.
Ling Mian, who was protected by everyone, was still in a daze, staring blankly at the curtain, muttering to himself in a low voice: "My Bai Lu, my imperial aura..."
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A place very far away from Jiuding Mountain.
A girl in a cherry skirt whose true identity is the only daughter of Guan Bi, the "Sword Saint" of the Holy Light Clan in Xingchen Continent.
For the first time in his life, he shot an arrow with his own strength.
The feather arrow shot out suddenly, drawing an arc, covering an unknown distance of many miles. The speed was extremely fast, and it directly penetrated the brain of Mo Shei Bai Lu, killing one of them!
The archery skills of the girl in pink skirt were fully revealed after this first shooting.
Apart from her own qualifications, there is another important factor in such a miraculous creation.
Her master is the pinnacle of archery among the top ten masters of the Hanlan Continent - the "Thousand Miles Archer" Zhe Liu!
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Western Region, Jialan Temple in Pulian Mountain.
The open space in the center of the temple is a place for all monks to perform martial arts.
Here, there are no less than eight thousand vassal monks, all of whom use swords as weapons. In addition to Buddhism, they have spent their entire lives studying the way of swordsmanship and striving for excellence.
The person who is currently responsible for demonstrating to everyone and serving as a template leader is a young man named He Sang, who is wearing a red monk robe and holding a gorgeous sword.
This man looked to be no older than 30 years old, and his brows were darkly handsome, making him quite handsome.
The pupils are of different colors, black and blue.
A young man wearing a red robe of a feudal monk danced his sword alone on a high platform, displaying exquisite swordsmanship alone.
Under the stage were all the monks of Jialan Temple, all staring intently at the swordsmanship of the man on the stage.
Such an opportunity for Huo Di, the chief disciple of the abbot, who is known as the "Swordsman Buddha", to demonstrate his skills in person is extremely rare and rare!
It needs to be cherished extremely, and every minute and every second cannot be missed.
Once you learn a thing or two about the swordsmanship from this Buddhist swordsman, you can use it for your own use.
Then you are destined to benefit a lot in this life!
The young vassal monk Huo Di was immersed in the process of sword dance performance, concentrating entirely on the precision and mastery of the sword.
He didn't notice at all that there was a ray of erratic golden energy high up, slowly falling towards the spiritual cap above his head.
Inside a room in the temple.
An old monk wearing dark red cassocks sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.
There is an unsheathed long sword lying across his knees. The blade is extremely sharp, and there are colors flowing on the sword. It is an endless fantasy!
This divine sword is of excellent quality. Even if you look at the entire vast blue continent, it can be ranked among the top ten.
In fact, the owner of this sword is this old monk.
In addition to being the abbot of Jialan Temple, he is also one of the top ten masters of the human race in Hanlan Continent!
He is known as the "Thousand-Hand Master", or more directly, he is revered as the "Thousand-Hand Guanyin".
The killing power of his sword is comparable to that of Master Bai Zhu, the abbot of Qingling Temple. One is the sharpest spear and the other is the strongest shield. The two correspond to each other.
Master Qianju's real name is unknown. The world only knows that he has been practicing Zen for six years and has been ranked among the top ten masters of the human race for more than ten years.
This is enough to prove his strength and high status!
This Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, who sits at the Jialan Temple of Zen Buddhism in the Western Regions and is revered by the world as the pinnacle of Buddhist swordsmanship, has been staying behind closed doors since half a month ago.
Today, I finally made a decision.
He was filled with self-blame and determined to make amends to his precious disciple Huo Di, who had gone to the Central Plains to assassinate Lu Chi, the master of the Peach Blossom Palace, and was seriously injured and whose Taoist cultivation had been greatly reduced.
Suddenly, the old monk opened his eyes.
He grabbed the colorful sword and held the hilt with both hands.
The extremely sharp sword tip pointed high.
A wisp of rich golden energy emerged from the sharpest point of the sword, drifted upward, and left the room.
That was transformed from the half-completed Buddhist Qi in Master Thousand Hands!
He did this to make up for it.
The old monk smiled gently, feeling that he had no debt to his beloved disciple and felt infinitely calm.
I fell down a level, and the disciple rose up a level.
The poor monk fell out of the ten people of Hanlan Continent in exchange for his apprentice's great path.
This business can be done!
Not a loss.
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The mountain behind Qingling Temple.
In a secret room on the sunny slope of Qingling Mountain.
There are thirty-six bronze sculptures of ancient Buddha placed at the west end.
In the center of the room, there are seventy-two shaped green lanterns. The candlelight is weak but long-lasting.
The green lanterns formed a large circle. Inside the circle, a hairless man with very white skin was kneeling on his knees, with his palms clasped in front of his head, praying devoutly.
I don't know how long I kept this posture.
He didn't know how long he would be like this.
The Buddha put down his butcher knife and became a Buddha immediately.
He let it go, but failed to become a Buddha.
Then try it on your knees.
He kneels down to the point where the cause and conditions are sufficient and he has perfected the Buddhahood, and then he stands up again.
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Within the Dapu Dynasty.
The ghost sect's lair.
Inside the house.
A man with red hair and armor sat on the chair, straightened his body, spread his arms, and turned his palms into hooks. He was alone, raising his head and laughing loudly at the ceiling.
This burst of unbridled laughter spread to the outside of the house.
This directly led to the appearance of ghosts crying, demons and gods wailing, and terrifying chaos everywhere outside this house. It was like the real Abi Land - Hell!
The man on the chair has a rather thin face, slightly sunken cheeks, and a face as white as makeup, giving him a feminine beauty.
A head of thick and long hair that looked like blood, like a waterfall of blood dripping down his head.
He has one eye, and wears an eyepatch with gold background and black lines on it. Only one eye is exposed, and the pupil is vaguely purple.
He has high eyebrows, fierce eyes, a high nose bridge, moderately thin lips, and red lips.
If only one eye was not left, in fact, the man's appearance could indeed be regarded as the best in the world!
One look at the armor he wore, and one could tell that it must be extremely heavy. It was dark ink all over, thick and large.
There are a pair of beast swallows on the left and right shoulders. It is not clear what kind of ancient beast they are. In short, they are extremely terrifying and ferocious, making people tremble in fear after seeing them.
Due to the size of the beast swallowing on his shoulders, it was very huge. From a distance, the figure of the plain red-haired man had increased a lot.
As a giant of demonic power in Hanlan Continent, he opened his mouth, his teeth were white, revealing two sharp tiger teeth. He smiled and shouted loudly: "The eighth-level avenue, this is the avenue... From now on, I will He is also a person who has reached the limit of cultivation, haha, haha!"
At this moment, the door of the house was pushed open.
A young man with a medium build and a slightly gloomy look in his eyes suddenly appeared at the door.
The young man did not decisively enter the house, but stood at the door frame, clasped his fists and saluted, then bowed and said respectfully: "I, Xia Yuan, came from afar. I am here today specifically to visit Senior Ghost King Lu."
The Demon King named Lu raised his eyebrows and asked in a bad tone: "I don't know you, why are you visiting me? You should find a good place to die!"
"I never expected that the voice of Lu Tongxuan, the 'King of Ghosts' who is so famous and powerful in the Pu Kingdom, would be so pleasant and magnetic..."
Xia Yuan curled up his lips and smiled, "I dare to ask, Senior Ghost King, if you know how to play Go?"
Lu Tongxuan, who had red hair, a white face, and red lips, and was wearing giant black armor, was stunned for a moment after hearing this very incomprehensible question, and then he said simply: "I know a little about chess."
The young man who was so bold that he dared to break into the deepest part of the ghost sect's lair alone stepped into the house after receiving this answer from Ghost King Lu.
Xia Yuan came to the big chair where Lu Tongxuan was sitting, put one hand behind his waist, stood up straight, and said with a smile: "Since the Ghost King can play Go, everything will be fine. I also have some knowledge of chess. , I have the courage to come here today because I want to join forces with my seniors and play a big game of chess together."
King Lu Gui seemed to have zero interest, smiled casually, and asked: "Young people don't have a good temper. How big is this big chess game of yours?"
The young man standing in front of the Ghost King and God laughed out loud in front of Lu Tongxuan, his expression calm and confident.
Xia Yuan stretched out his hand, pointed upward, and slowly opened his mouth and said three words: "Bida."
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Eight Hundred Miles Flame Mountain.
The daughter of Xuanyuan Yin, the master of Xuanyuan Sword Furnace, Xuanyuan Taiping.
He was only sixteen years old and at the peak of the second-level world of mortals.
With the help of a slight fire energy, you can travel far and wide like an immortal in the wind, without being restricted by the earth!
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The stone breaks the mountain.
On the top of the snow peak, an old golden-haired ape with the ability to transcend the calamity realm came to steal the martial arts golden-haired old ape. He was punched back by a handsome young man in white, and he had no choice but to escape in embarrassment.
The white-faced golden ape tried his best to retreat while roaring at the top of his lungs: "Your name is Dongfang Jibai, right? I'll remember you! Just wait for me. One day, I, Old Xie, will come to you for revenge!"
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In the southwest of Hanlan Continent, a country is about to perish due to drought and famine.
Due to the arrival of a woman wearing green clothes, it regained life.
It will not lead to the tragic situation of national subjugation.
Tens of thousands of people were able to survive!
The woman brought down the rain to irrigate the farmland. After the rain fell into the field, everything revived and the crops grew again.
And the growth is extremely amazing.
One day's harvest is equivalent to a whole year's harvest!
The whole country kneels before the goddess.
All the people, without exception, worshiped him as the Farm Fairy and Spring God, and set up incense in their homes to worship him.
The woman in green clothes is standing thousands of feet high in the sky.
Immerse yourself in the scent of incense coming from below, and feel ecstatic.
She was in a good mood, turned her head, and smiled at the monk hovering next to her.
Wrapped in a large purple monk's robe, he looks like a porcelain and jade-faced monk, with a bright smile.
Women are also extremely happy.
This pair of Master is full of smiles, such as March Peach Blossom!
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A mountain on the Kunlun Snow Mountain.
Being a knife, the peak was cut off!
The person who comes out is a woman who still likes to wear thick hemps although she is very strong.
She has practiced the knife method for less than ten years.
Today's knife was named "Go to the liver and gallbladder" by the woman.
I'm from horizontal knife, laugh at it!
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South China Sea.
A giant island that is always suspended on the Jedi is always suspended.
A hidden place on the island.
A young man wearing a black robe came to the cluster and was successfully seen by the island owner of the floating giant island.
At first sight, the young man immediately hugged his punch and saluted, and bluntly said: "My name is Zhang Ye. This time, I deliberately came to see the emperor Zhuge. For only one thing, I wanted to ask the Emperor to accept me as an apprentice.
The island owner of the surname Zhuge wore a snow -white crane. After he heard this, he smiled kindly and had some ultimate "eye force". The emperor who worshiped your Frost Hanzhou was as a teacher, but he was going to come to me? I have confiscated disciples for many years. "
Zhang Ye looked at the white -haired emperor with black yarn in front of him. He was silent for a moment, solemn and formal, and responded loudly: "Because, the clear swordsmanship is not as good as the emperor Zhuge, I want to be the first of the Bingyou people in the future. Jian Xiu, relied on him, can't teach me! "
The Zhuge Island owner who was covered by the black cloth yarn scarf, laughed when he heard it, stretched out his hand to pat the shoulder of Zhang Ye, and laughed: "Wow, this is full of words, young, so, so that should be like this Angle! "
Zhang Yan opened his eyes widely and asked in surprise: "So the great emperor is willing to accept me as an apprentice?"
The white -haired and white beard, the old man who wrapped the black scarf, did not answer the question directly. He just smiled: "The future is yours, of course, it is also us. But more, I think, yes, yes, yes, yes, so, yes, It belongs to your younger generation of Han Lanzhou! "
Zhang Yan, a young man with Xuanyi, blinked quickly, hesitated: "But I ... isn't it from Han Lanzhou?"
The emperor of the human race, Zhuge Jielu, shook his head, and his smile did not decrease, but just spit out two words in his mouth: "The same."
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The upper part of the laurel is empty.
Ling Zhen finally stopped beating.
From the seven 荤 正 正, when the Qinglong was aimed at the healing of the Qinglong, in the ears, I heard the words of the old man.
Yu Youyu said happily: "This physique really improves, and it is a lot stronger than two years ago. It has been fulfilled in the five elements, so the old man, today you have passed on your one -type sword debt. !”
The young people in Qingdao were overjoyed, and almost even the pain on their body decreased sharply, and no longer hindered.
Before he called out the phrase "thanks to his predecessors", Ling Zhen's whole person had been shrouded in a blue mist.
Suddenly, the fog flickered.
It has crossed thousands of mountains and rivers.
