"Enter with the order!"
This ethereal voice fell.
But everyone looked at each other, but no one took the first step forward, falling into silent silence.
"Haha, get out of the way, you are a bunch of weaklings, and it's up to me, Hero Wen, to come." The carefree swordsman ranger lined up the crowd, with a weed in the corner of his mouth, arrogant.
Wen Hua stood in front of everyone, looked at Zixiong, enjoyed everyone's surprised looks, and then stepped onto the jade corridor.
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Then jog for dozens of steps, all the way relaxed.
Turning his head, he waved his hand with a playful smile: "Hey, all heroes with orders, come up quickly. Don't keep the master waiting."
There was another sudden movement among the martial arts people at the foot of Huishan Mountain.
Could it be that the 'Heavy Snow Order' is just a gimmick, so that any martial artist can set foot in Huishan?
Immediately, several young handsome men stepped towards the jade steps, but they couldn't let this country boy steal the limelight.
But as soon as they stepped onto the stone steps, they immediately felt a strong pressure falling from the sky, causing their backs to bend and their bones to creak like weights.
But he refused to admit defeat and insisted on walking up the steps and corridor.
From the perspective of the martial arts masters below, these young heroes seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, and every step seemed painful and strenuous, as if they were fighting against the sky.
After a while, a young man dressed as a young man finally couldn't bear the pressure and lay down on the stone steps, his back wet with cold sweat, and he was in a miserable state.
Like a native dog that can't stand the scorching heat in midsummer, it sticks out its tongue and gasps for air.
"Enter with the order. If you don't have the order, please do not trespass. Act within your ability."
A beautiful shadow was like catkins in the wind, swaying in the wind, and appeared outside the Yimen in the blink of an eye.
The man wearing wooden hairpin and plain clothes is cool and elegant, holding the famous ancient sword 'Se Hong'. If not Chen Yu, the 'Fairy Jinghong', who else could he be?
Chen Yu pulled out a simple bronze mirror in his palm, but it was the mountain-holding magic weapon 'Shuiyue Tianjing' that Emperor Murong Tong had traded from the Guanyin Sect a few days ago.
These more than 300 stone steps form a formation called "negative mountain" with Shuiyue Tianjing. Climbing the steps is like walking up a mountain. If you have a good skill, you can barely walk through it.
As for those who are below the first level, there is no way they can even think of climbing through the more than 300 jade steps to reach the Yimen.
Chen Yu circulated his true energy, and with a flick of the bronze mirror, the young handsome men who could no longer hold on were immediately teleported to the foot of the mountain, relieved.
If you stay on those stone steps for a long time, even if you can barely save your life, your body will be crushed and overwhelmed, leaving wounds that are difficult to heal.
But some people were dissatisfied and said: "Dare I ask the fairy, why is this person able to walk back and forth on the jade steps at will and pace freely?"
Before Chen Yu returned, Wen Hua's wild laughter rang out, and he took out a bronze token from his arms: "Haha, a bunch of blind guys, I, Wen Hua, am a world-famous swordsman, not you can Comparison. Come on, come on, come and see clearly, if you recognize these three words, I will teach you Da, Xue and Ling! Hahaha."
I have to say that this guy really looks like he deserves a beating, and the words "a villain succeeds" are more appropriate to describe him.
Someone quickly recognized Wen Hua's identity. After all, he had made a lot of noise in Tai'an City, and someone shouted: "Youngyou, isn't this Wen Hua Sheng? How many sword fights have you lost recently?"
"I'm afraid I didn't steal the Snow Token from somewhere. Looking at this sinister look, I can see that he is someone who can do such a thing."
Wen Hua chuckled, faced the crowd again, and patted his butt: "No matter what you say, I only know that I, Wen Hua, can't even eat my farts."
There were constant curses at the foot of the mountain.
Wen Hua was not in a hurry, so he chose a step and sat down, and then he sat and scolded the next kind of martial arts hero in Huishan.
Every time when there was a competition in the capital, he wanted to have a fierce fight with the group of bastards below who were mocking him, but unfortunately he was worried about arousing the crowd's excitement, so he could only run away in disgrace.
This time it's better. I have three hundred jade steps as my amulet. I can scold him as much as I want.
Not long after, obscene words filled the jade steps, and the artistic conception of Huishan's empty mountain and spiritual rain was swept away.
Chen Yu outside the Yimen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"You brat, have you scolded me enough? If you don't feel embarrassed, I still feel embarrassed."
The one-armed and snow-browed Sui Xiegu swept out, with a gloomy expression. With a warm collar, he flew into the Yimen like a ghost in one or two rises and falls. The latter still cursed a few words at the foot of the mountain, but was beaten hard by the one-armed old man before he reluctantly shut up.
After Yimen is Guniu Dagang.
"It seems that we are the only ones who arrived first." Wen Hua looked at Guniu Dagang and his mouth watered.
There are eucalyptus trees, fine wines, delicacies, and Huishan disciples, but there are no masters.
"Hmph, you think everyone wants to be in the limelight like this."
Sui Xiegu snorted coldly. Although he had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, he did not seek fame and fortune. He knew that there were only a few people who had the reputation of their ancestors. I don’t know whether it’s good or bad to have such a noisy disciple.
Wen Hua chuckled. He was a rough man and couldn't say anything elegant, but he remembered what Xiaonian once said and it is still engraved in his heart.
"Wealth that does not return to its hometown is like walking in brocade at night."
Going out to hang out is not just to make a name for yourself. Otherwise, how will I see my fellow villagers, elders, brothers and sisters-in-law when I go back in the future?
Of course, now is not the time to think about such things. Looking at the delicacies placed on the table, Wen Hua couldn't care less about the master's style and pounced on it like a hungry tiger. He devoured it as if he hadn't had a full meal in three days. .
"This brat."
Sui Xiegu cursed, chose a place to sit down, picked up a chicken leg and started eating.
Although he eats swords and has a lot of sword energy in his belly, he has not yet reached the state of eating wind and drinking dew, so he naturally needs to eat, drink and defecate.
Immediately afterwards, masters holding heavy snow orders entered Guniugang one after another.
Wen Hua only focused on finishing the big meal in front of him and had no time to pay attention to it.
Suddenly, there was a gust of wind.
Wen Hua had indeed learned some skills now. When he reached out and grabbed something, he caught something in his hand, but it was a chicken bone.
Wen Busheng was about to curse loudly, but when he raised his head, he looked at a familiar smiling face. He looked in disbelief at first, and then said in surprise: "The surname is Xu."
He stood up and punched Xu Fengnian in the chest.
"The surname is Wen." Xu Fengnian smiled instead of being angry and punched back.
"What a fool, you use so much strength." Wen Hua bared his teeth for a while. Sometimes he was particularly fussy and felt that he had suffered a big loss, so he immediately punched Xu Fengnian again.
After a back and forth, a handsome and wealthy young man got into a fight with a gangster who could smell the odor of poverty when he got closer.
After fighting for a while, both of them stopped fighting at the same time as their energy was almost exhausted.
Xu Fengnian sat down, looked at Wen Hua, and said with a smile: "Wen Hua, Wen Hua, now he is somewhat famous as Wen Wenwen, why is he still looking like this? He is so sloppy and sloppy as he was two years ago. , Eating is like a vicious dog grabbing shit."
"Boy Xu, don't call me Wen Bu Sheng, call me 'Wooden Sword' Wen Hua. With my current swordsmanship, if I show a little seriousness, I can knock your head all over. Do you know how to respect the senior masters?" Wen Hua rolled his eyes and expressed his deep hatred for the nickname "Wen Bu Sheng".
"Hey, don't talk nonsense. I also learned from the old swordsman Li Chungang about the two-sleeved green snake. Beating you is worse than beating a dog." Xu Fengnian showed no sign of weakness.
"Come on, come on, let's fight. If I don't beat you until you're all over the floor today, I won't be Wen Hua." Wen Hua raised his sleeves and was about to fight Xu Fengnian.
"Come here, I'm afraid of you."
At this time, a rather charming woman passed in front of the two of them. She seemed to be the head of a certain women's sect.
The two of them immediately stopped fighting. They talked about each other, but their eyes looked towards the place where the woman's charm was swinging.
It wasn't until the woman walked away that the two of them came back to their senses.
Wen Hua chuckled and said, "The steamed buns are white, white."
This was Wen Hua's mantra. Xu Fengnian smacked her lips and said, "A girl's breasts are not as fair as white."
The two met and smiled, but they seemed to have returned to the time when they traveled around the world. They clearly had nothing but were poor and happy all day long.
Now the two of them had no intention of fighting. They sat down and talked about their recent experiences, each with their own emotions.
Wen Hua actually knew Xu Fengnian's identity in Tai'an City, but he still pretended to be surprised: "Hey, Xiaonian, it turns out that he is really a luxurious family, with endless luxury. It was agreed that when we arrive in Beiliang, we will be... Xiaonian, you take me to visit the best brothels and eat at the most expensive restaurants."
"Put it on me." Xu Fengnian patted his chest and pointed at the one-armed old man chewing a leg of lamb: "This old man is your master. He doesn't look very popular, just like you. "
"Bah, my master is a swordsman on par with Deng Tai'a, don't talk nonsense." Wen Hua glared at Xu Fengnian and touched his chin: "But it does look very wretched and not very popular... Ouch."
The last cry was caused by a sheep bone hitting his forehead, causing a big bruise.
Of course, the one who took action was Sui Xiegu. The old man glanced at Wen Hua and cursed: "No one is big or small, he deserves to be beaten."
"If you don't care about this old man, there are so many masters here today, more than the masters I have seen in the first half of my life combined." Wen Hua rubbed his forehead, not angry, and changed the topic: "But wait for Mrs. Deng It seems that Sword Immortal Aden has not arrived yet."
"Hey, it's not just Mrs. Deng, Li Chungang, Li Laojianxian, Liu Songtao from Zhulu Mountain, Cao Changqing, the romantic Cao Changqing... a lot of top celebrities didn't show up." Xu Fengnian said.
"Why, aren't they trying to save Murong Wudi's face?" Wen Hua said.
"Wrong, I guess they are all here now, but to save face, the later they appear, the more important it is. And if I guessed correctly, they want to see what kind of medicine Murong is selling in his gourd before deciding to show up now. Not showing up." Xu Fengnian said with a smile.
"It turns out that martial arts masters also have so many tricks." Wen Hua shook his head and asked with great interest: "Xiao Nian, you said that Murong Wudi issued a heavy snow order and invited masters from all over the world. What do you mean?"
"Hey, how do I know that he is a land god-like figure, how can ordinary people like us be able to guess."
Xu Fengnian shook his head.
The former Crown Prince suddenly frowned and looked up at the sky.
The originally lazy expression suddenly became serious, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword, as if he had penetrated all the barriers and saw the changes in the sky.
"Huh? Xiaonian, what are you looking at?" Wen Hua frowned, and he soon noticed something strange, and suddenly looked up towards the sky.
At this time, most of the disciples who can appear on Guniu Dagang, except for the original disciples in Huishan, are first-level masters, and at the end they are also at the peak of second-level. At this time, everyone noticed something strange, and they all looked towards the sky with solemn expressions.
The sky was gradually darkening, and the originally high sky and clouds suddenly changed wonderfully. Groups of black clouds as thick as mountains and as black as ink floated in the sky, weighing extremely low.
Black clouds rolled in, covering all the skylight and shrouding the entire Huishan Mountain in its shadow. Arcs of electricity burst out all over the sky, and invisible energy swept across all directions, as if a heavy rainstorm was about to come, making people feel extremely depressed and even a little panicked.
Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
Among the ink-like dark clouds, two rays of clear light suddenly appeared, and they seemed to be two rays of lightning, illuminating the sky and the earth.
Wen Hua trembled.
He actually had a strange feeling.
There is a god-like being in the dark clouds, overlooking Guniu Dagang.
The two clear rays of light that shot down were nothing but his eyes. His eyes were like lightning, and his power was like anger.
"Your presence here will truly make Huishan Mountain shine." Immediately afterwards, a voice that did not resemble a human voice came from the dark clouds. It was similar to the voice that said "He who holds the order, enter" before, but there were more A kind of indifferent and deep majesty makes people feel as if they are reaching the sky, and they want to bow down and worship.
Then, a black cloud fell from the sky.
to the ground.
The black clouds spread like ripples.
A slender black figure slowly appeared in everyone's eyes, and it seemed as if a demon god had entered the world.
The black demon god swept across in a black robe, stirring in the calm wind and making a hunting sound.
With flying black hair and a devilishly handsome face, there seems to be an evil smile that can make any woman in the world fall in love with her.
That powerful sense of presence filled every inch of space in Guniu Dagang, as if it were a black sun hanging in the sky, arriving with awe-inspiring power. It also seemed to absorb all the light and heat, leaving only pure and simple darkness and coldness.
In front of this incredible existence, many masters, including Wen Hua and Xu Fengnian, only felt that they were in the deep, boundless darkness, unable to see their fingers, turning into a speck of dust in the darkness, insignificant and inconspicuous.
Huishan, which was originally buzzing with discussions, became silent.
"Well, it seems that the appearance effect I specially studied is still very effective."
The Black Demon God chuckled, his smile warm and gentle, like a spring breeze.
In an instant, the dark clouds in the sky were torn apart, and the sun shone down, making everyone feel warm all over, and the chill was completely driven away.
"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and people on the road want to die. May I ask where I can find my old friend? Huishan snaps his fingers and cuts off his eternal life." Liu Songtao, who had regained his appearance as a young monk, strode out and stared at Murong Tonghuang. The latter's image was the same as in his memory. The men in the picture overlap.
"Liu Songtao has met Murong Wudi." Liu Songtao bowed to Yulian City and said, "I asked where my old friend is."
"Haha, isn't it stated in the poem that that person was at the bottom of Mount Hui where his immortality was cut off by my fingers." Yu Liancheng wrote a simple sentence and answered Liu Songtao's persistence.
"He...is dead?" Liu Songtao's body was shaken.
Yu Liancheng nodded: "Yes, he died. He died for the Zhao family."
Liu Songtao pondered for a long time, laughed, and suddenly two more lines of turbid tears rolled down, and he slapped his hands.
"Have a good death, a good death. When the three of us were living together in the world, Zhao Huangchao failed you, and you failed Liu Songtao. Liu Songtao failed Zhulu Mountain, but he failed you. When you die, so does Zhao Huangchao. This The grudge is finally settled."
A hundred years ago, three people traveled around the world.
Liu Songtao, the woman in purple and Zhao Huangchao.
Later, after Liu Songtao was rejected by the woman in purple, he practiced in seclusion.
At that time, Liu Songtao was already famous all over the world as the Great Demon of Zhulu Mountain. The woman in purple was said to be his woman, so she ended up being hanged in full view of the public. She was still naked before her death.
After Liu Songtao heard about this, he went out of the mountain in anger and slaughtered the world like Gao Shulu, a man who forgot his worries, and the rivers and lakes were filled with blood.
Zhao Huangchao half begged and half forced Zhao Gusu, the real person of Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, to go to Longchi in person, destroying the six purple golden lotus flowers of luck. He asked three modern ancestors to imprint the nine-character prophecy with the power of heaven and man, and thousands of miles away. Use the powerful nine-layer thunder nail to kill Liu Songtao externally.
Liu Songtao was not crucified in Longchi, so he hid in Landa Mountain and became a monk. He stayed in hiding for nearly a hundred years.
During these nearly 100 years, Liu Songtao occasionally thought about who was the person who set up the poisonous plan.
And many pointed the finger at Zhao Huangchao.
For the sake of the stability of the Zhao family, the man borrowed his help to sweep the Jianghu, and then let Longhu take him out, making a good plan.
The purpose of coming out this time was to settle old scores.
But he didn't expect that Zhao Huangchao was already alive and dead.
No matter what the truth was back then, right and wrong have all turned into smoke.
"There is an old friend in Huishan who wants to live forever, but there is also an old friend in Huishan who wants to live forever..."
Yu Liancheng glanced at Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
If his calculations were correct, Xuanyuan Qingfeng should be the reincarnation of the purple-clothed woman.
It’s just that once you enter reincarnation, you forget everything you did before.
Since we have been reincarnated, there is no need to have anything to do with the past.
"Now that the past has been cut off, all I want is happiness in this life."
Liu Songtao laughed and looked at Yu Liancheng with burning eyes: "The current world is really eye-opening. I remember that at that time, Wei Cao, the swordsman who was the most outstanding swordsman in the world, stabbed me with his sword Zhu Lushan, who didn't know whether to live or die. I I returned his sword, stabbed him in the mouth, and hung his body on the top of the mountain. The enemies involved in this way are really countless, but when I walked around the world for the last time, it was difficult to find an evenly matched opponent. It was so lifeless."
"It's different now. There is Wang Xianzhi who is invincible for sixty years, there is Hong Xixiang who rides a crane down to the south of the Yangtze River, and there is Li Chungang who has one person in the world... Of course, more importantly, there is Murong Wudi in this world. Just let Liu Songtao represents the rivers and lakes of a hundred years ago and asks the new rivers and lakes for a sword and a victory or defeat."
While speaking, Liu Songtao had already removed one of his sleeves. With a flick of his wrist, the sleeve deformed and twisted, suddenly turning into a sword.
Dare I ask Huishan Murong, can he drink a sword?
When the sword was swung, Liu Songtao instantly seemed to have aged twenty years. And a huge pillar of sword energy also appeared between heaven and earth, slashing towards Yulian City.
"My dear, what a generous act."
Wen Hua was speechless.
Just by looking at this sword from a distance, you can feel the surging energy of the sword, and you can even hear the sound of the air being cut open. The rushing flow is like the tide of a river, shocking people's hearts.
Yu Liancheng also fired a sword.
A finger pointed at the sword.
Putting two fingers together, pointing the sword through the air, there was no shrill sound of wind, it was written so casually, but it seemed to be filled with deathly silence and the power of great destruction.
boom!
The sword energy shattered.
The sword was broken.
Liu Songtao took a few steps back, his face flushed. Even though I had already predicted that I would be number one in the world today, I was still surprised and shocked.
"If you want to fight me, you will naturally fight to the end. But now, you have to wait until I deal with a real opponent..."
Yu Liancheng looked at Liu Songtao with a smile.
But it seemed that he had penetrated Liu Songtao's body, penetrated the obstacles of clouds and fog, penetrated layers of space, and saw a man in coarse linen clothes.
Pifuzhuo stood on the bow of the boat, the river was rolling, but it seemed as if even the surrounding mountains were worshiping him.
And if the burly man was aware of it, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Guniu Dagang in Huishan. His eyes were burning with fierce war, and even the three rivers and five lakes could not extinguish it.
…
On the Shejiang River, Wang Xianzhi withdrew his gaze.
"Last time you went to Emperor Wu City, this time I went to Huishan, it was even."
Wang Xianzhi twitched the corners of her mouth and seemed to smile, but she didn't smile.
A stomping foot.
The awning boat under his feet suddenly seemed to be struck by thousands of lightning strikes, turning into countless fragments and shooting in all directions. The originally quiet Shejiang River became turbulent, raising two thick walls of water and lapping towards both banks.
The next moment, Wang Xianzhi's whole body shot up through the air, as straight as the sky.
There were clouds all around, but the big sun was still above the head, and the world turned from noisy to quiet.
Wang Xianzhi took a deep breath. The majestic energy was like a flood escaping the embankment. The clouds were evaporated in an instant. Huishan Mountain below could be vaguely seen, but it was insignificant.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Xianzhi swooped down, descending from the sky with a domineering attitude to fight this lifelong enemy.
When he could see the surprised expressions of everyone in Guniu Dagang, this peerless man who had always regarded himself as the second best man in the world clenched his fist and punched down like a falling meteorite, carrying tens of millions of tons of force.
"Good punch!"
The surface of Yulian City was also filled with surging fighting spirit. His right hand suddenly opened up, and then he clenched it into a fist. The energy burst out from the fingers, and shot like an arrow on the hard floor, leaving four holes. .
Raise your arms and pump your fists.
Boom!
This punch was like a sacred mountain rising from the ground. Its huge presence filled the entire field of vision, and it seemed to carry a power that could pierce the sky.
The long stools and delicacies that were originally placed on the Guniu Gang were unbelievably rolled back with this punch and flew towards the sky.
Under the watchful eyes of countless masters in Guniu Dagang, the punch falling from the sky and the punch rising from the ground finally collided with each other without any fuss.
Boom!
Boom!
Fist clash.
Suddenly there were thunderous cries between heaven and earth, flying hundreds of miles. Not only was it deafening, it also made the blood boil and the energy flow uncontrollably.
The entire Guniugang was violently turbulent, and the hurricane swept wildly, knocking down trees and rocks within sight. The heaven and earth seemed to have turned into chaos, engulfing the world and space, and it was like the creation of the world again.
All the masters in Guniu Dagang used their qi machines to resist and kept retreating.
They are both dominant figures in the arena, but just the aftermath of the fight between these two people makes them feel irresistible.
They claim to be masters, but the gap between them and these two demon-like monsters is by no means just a tiny bit.
At this moment, they also understood one of the reasons why Emperor Murong Tong strictly controlled the issuance of heavy snow orders. Not to mention anything else, but the aftermath of the battle is enough to seriously injure a second-grade person, and leave him dead without a burial place.
"What a Murong Wudi. This punch was supposed to give you a blow, but I didn't expect you to be more skilled."
Wang Xianzhi's figure slowly fell from the sky, and that burly body seemed to be able to cover the bright sun in the sky.
Yu Liancheng looked at Wang Xianzhi, and a deep and inexplicable brilliance shone in his eyes: "This punch is very powerful. With the combination of heart and strength, you have indeed reached this level."
The ground beneath his feet was shattered, and spiderweb-like scratches spread to a radius of dozens of feet, forming a thrilling pit.
In the previous fist fight, the two of them were more thoughtful.
When Yulian City first arrived at Emperor Wudi City, he destroyed the walls of Emperor Wudi City with one punch.
Wang Xianzhi, on the other hand, wanted to reciprocate the courtesy and smashed Guniu Dagang into pieces.
But his inevitable punch was resolved by Yu Liancheng.
It's a pity that Yu Liancheng also made a mistake, and the remaining power still leaked out, causing the current scene.
"It was only at this level that I realized that you were indeed merciful to me during the fight in the East China Sea." Wang Xianzhi said leisurely.
"Because I think you are a real warrior and worth looking forward to."
Yu Liancheng waved slightly to Wang Xianzhi: "Come on, don't let me down, and don't let the world's masters come here in vain."
"Okay, Wang will definitely live up to Master Murong's expectations. Be careful."
After the words fell, Wang Xianzhi's body suddenly disappeared into the void, and seemed to transcend the void, launching an incredible blow.
Yu Liancheng's figure also disappeared.
Bang bang bang!
Thunder exploded one after another.
Although they could not catch the two figures, the experts present could clearly feel the tremors in the void. In an instant, there were thousands of collisions, and the energy was released like a torrent.
The two men were fighting each other faster and faster, and their energy was released unreservedly. A torrent of violent torrents swept through the sky, and the clouds disappeared.
At the foot of Huishan Mountain, the originally noisy group of martial artists suddenly became silent.
Just after the loud thunder from the sky, they felt an unprecedented feeling of despair and depression.
This kind of anxiety and depression comes from the heart, from the purest instinct of a warrior.
Suddenly, everyone was in a state of shock, becoming panicked for no reason, and felt as if the sky was falling.
Their feeling was correct. To them, both Yu Liancheng and Wang Xianzhi were regarded as unpredictable beings.
Once the two of them had a fight, they fought from the sky to the foot of Huishan Mountain without any calculation.
To them, it's like the sky is falling.
The number of people who can escape here is no more than one hand.
"Martial arts are so extreme that they are so dazzling and gorgeous. If these two people join forces, they may overturn the mountains and rivers, which is just ordinary." A master sighed.
"I have also been fortunate enough to meet the first-class immortals on land. Although they can be regarded as inscrutable, they are nothing compared to the pressure these two people bring to me."
"I have some expectations. If these two people kill each other in the sky at the same time, those gods who use all living beings as pawns will be scared to death."
On Guniu Dagang, a group of sect masters who had always kept their emotions and anger secretly discussed, unabashedly expressing their shock and surprise.
Sui Xiegu narrowed his eyes slightly. As one of the few top masters who could barely capture the two figures, his heart was shocked no less than anyone else.
"Based on the current combat prowess of these two people, I'm afraid they can both rival Lu Zu. Especially Lord Murong, who is so young and has such magical powers, what will he do in the future?"
"Haha, it is said that martial arts masters are not worth mentioning in front of an organized army. The Sword Emperor of Xishu was trampled to pieces by eight hundred cavalry, and the Wu family's nine swords defeated ten thousand cavalry, but they also suffered heavy losses. But if these two are in the army When charging into battle, we are afraid that one person will be the enemy of ten thousand people, and that ten thousand people will be the enemy..."
boom!
The space vibrated violently.
Yu Liancheng clashed with Wang Xianzhi again.
Murong Wudi knew clearly that this man named Wang was worthy of being a man who could dominate the world. He was extremely talented. In less than a year, he had already used his spiritual thoughts to this point.
In this world, although there are many mysterious methods, the use of spiritual power such as spiritual thoughts and mental power is inferior to the others. It is extremely crude and superficial, and even stays outside the gate.
In Yu Liancheng's view, the human body is developed to the extreme, although it is tyrannical. But only the mind is infinite and can transcend all things.
When Yu Liancheng fought Wang Xianzhi, he almost didn't use his spiritual thoughts.
Otherwise, his "shocked glance" alone would be enough to make Wang Xianzhi suffer enough.
After all, for masters of their level, if they make any mistake, they may be attacked by thousands of opponents to determine the outcome.
After the First World War in the East China Sea, Wang Xianzhi also vaguely realized the importance of the soul.
During the exchange and discussion with Gao Shulu, a bright flower finally bloomed in the soul. At least it can resist the all-pervasive divine thoughts of Yulian City and will not be easily affected. But now the fight between the two is a comprehensive confrontation between spirit and body.
boom!
The two of them exchanged blows again, their bodies passing by each other.
"Old Wang, come and see my move."
Yu Liancheng lowered his eyes and clasped his hands together. His face was solemn. There was a huge energy around him, and the energy behind him was boiling. Amidst the loud noise, a Buddha statue hundreds of feet high rose up from the ground.
Yu Liancheng turned over.
Buddha statues also turn their hands.
Boom!
The palm was mighty and boundless, and it suppressed Wang Xianzhi.
--Buddha's Palm.
One of his special skills.
Not only does it have the power of tyrannical destruction and suppression, but it is also a combination of heart and strength.
With one palm shot, people feel as if they have met a real Buddha, which invisibly shocks their mind, makes them lose their will to fight, and even makes them worship him.
Come on, Wang Xianzhi, let me see how much progress you have made.
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
