"So today Emperor Murong Tong invites the world's masters to fight together. If one person is defeated... all the people will be killed, no one dares to fight."
The sound of Yulian City was like the roar of dragons and roars of tigers, resounding for hundreds of miles around, with an aura that looked down upon the world. On the way to Huishan, he had changed his clothes and was still dressed in black. With his handsome appearance and otherworldly temperament, he was like an ancient evil god, full of strange and alluring charm.
The masters on Guniu Dagang frowned, but they opened their mouths in complete silence.
In Xiangfan, the thousands of martial arts practitioners at the foot of Hui Mountain were like pouring cold water into a boiling oil pan. They exploded instantly and filled the sky with boiling water.
Although you are Emperor Murong Tong, it would be too arrogant to fight the entire martial arts world by yourself.
If it weren't for the formation called 'Mountain Negative' at the foot of the mountain, these martial arts masters would have rushed up desperately.
Whether he can beat him or not is another matter, but if he can fight against Murong Tonghuang, the best in the world, as long as he doesn't die, he will be able to brag about it for the rest of his life.
However, all the masters on Guniu Dagang stood still and remained calm.
Regardless of whether Murong Tonghuang can defeat all the masters in the world by himself, everyone knows that the one who strikes first will definitely lose, and may even be targeted by Murong Wudi.
Whoosh!
At this moment, only a faint sound of breaking wind was heard.
A black shadow was like a ghost born in the shadows, and its figure was as graceful as a mural flying into the sky. It was full of mystery, strangeness and illusion, and it rushed towards Yulian City.
Yu Liancheng reached out casually and grabbed a slender wrist.
Looking up, he saw Xuanyuan Qingfeng wrapped in black clothes.
"Xiao Qingfeng, I didn't expect you to be the first person to take action." Yu Liancheng raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
"Because I also want to sit in the position of leader."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled infinitely tenderly, but the next moment his brows were full of murderous aura.
The jet-black hair rose like a waterfall, and the air within a radius of dozens of feet swept away in an instant. What was even more frightening was that the entire space felt like it was collapsing and toppling inch by inch.
"Xuanyuan Qingfeng invites Murong Wudi to fight."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng shouted loudly, resounding throughout Huishan Mountain, formally challenging the No. 1 person in the world.
The bright wrist caught by Yu Liancheng suddenly turned and slipped out like a fish. Two rays of cold light flew out of the jet-black sleeves, slashing towards Yulian City silently.
Yu Liancheng clamped his fingers together to catch the flying hidden weapon. He flicked his sleeves again and blocked Xuanyuan Qingfeng's attack: "Xiao Qingfeng, you are just referring to Xuan now. Regardless of anything else, your realm is just one level behind."
"Master, didn't you say that there are only those who can beat you and those who can't beat you? In terms of realm, you have killed several land gods." Xuanyuan Qingfeng chuckled, and the natural magic field was fully opened, formless and insubstantial. The energy surged out like a tsunami in a storm, drowning Murong Tonghuang.
"You're right, but it's a pity that you can't beat me and you have to be beaten."
Yu Liancheng pointed out with one finger like a sword.
The breath is misty and unpredictable, and the clouds are high in the sky.
Under this blow, the heavenly magic field was like a torrent divided by sword energy, venting in both directions.
The next moment, a vague finger force touched Xuanyuan Qingfeng's chest, causing the latter to turn pale and fly backwards.
"But I have to say that Xiao Qingfeng is really a hero among women. It's ridiculous that all the men in the world are not as heroic as this woman." Yu Liancheng retracted his finger and looked around, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
The heroes of the world are silent.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng is the great steward of Huishan. He manages Huishan like a holy land of martial arts and is quite famous in the world. After becoming the envoy of Huishan, he became a famous figure in the world. With strong strength, he is a strong candidate for the next term of martial arts review.
But with just a casual finger, he was defeated by Emperor Murong Tong.
Sure enough, there is still a long way to go between the world's masters and the two monsters Murong Tonghuang and Wang Xianzhi.
"Liu Songtao came to ask Murong Wudi for advice."
At this moment, Liu Songtao, the great demon of Zhulu Mountain a hundred years ago, took a step forward.
For some reason, when he saw the woman in black being injured, he always felt filled with panic.
Liu Songtao clasped his hands together and lowered his eyebrows, like an ordinary monk, but with a free and easy expression. He murmured to himself: "I can survive by hiding in Landa Mountain. All my wishes in this world are fulfilled. In the end, let Liu Songtao burn a stick of incense for Buddhism in the world."
Boom!
Boom!
In an instant, a statue of Bodhisattva suddenly fell from the sky and stood between Murong Tonghuang and Liu Songtao.
Although this Bodhisattva is not as shocking as the previous Thousand-foot-tall Tathagata, each one has flowing clothes and is lifelike.
And it’s not just one statue, but there are dharma images descending continuously, from far to near, continuously, and become more and more intense. In an instant, it fills the entire Guniu Dagang, turning Guniu Dagang into the Bon Festival and the Buddha’s dojo.
It seems that as long as Liu Songtao is willing, this dharma will be as endless as the sand in the Ganges River.
There are high and low Bodhisattva dharma appearances, among which the four Bodhisattva dharma appearances are the tallest and most majestic, distributed in all directions.
They are Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who removes the suffering of all sentient beings, Manjushri Bodhisattva who is free and pure and benefits the world, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva who has no worries and retreats, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who makes a great wish to save all sentient beings and become a Buddha.
"Interesting, but only interesting."
Yu Liancheng smiled slightly.
The energy behind him boiled, and in a blink of an eye, a giant Buddha more than ten feet tall appeared, with golden light shining brightly on the world. One finger to the sky, one finger to the earth, filling the space between heaven and earth. In heaven and on earth, I am the only one who is supreme.
"Namo Amitabha."
The majestic Sanskrit sound sounded from those thick lips, turning into an invisible ripple that spread in all directions.
A dharma image was swept by ripples. Except for the four great Bodhisattvas, the rest of the dharma images quickly showed signs of collapse, teetering on the verge of collapse, and soon collapsed and shattered.
The four great Bodhisattvas also became gloomy and deeply affected.
Liu Songtao frowned and kept making seals with his hands.
The four great Bodhisattvas revealed their wrathful images and connected with each other to form a formation, surrounding Yulian City and the giant Buddha.
Yu Liancheng suddenly flipped his palms, the majestic Sanskrit sounds continued, and the world began to shake.
In the third posture of the Tathagata's divine palm, the Buddha moves the mountains and rivers.
A one-armed old man with white eyebrows put down the leg of lamb and wiped his greasy fingers on his clothes.
"Hey, old man, you want to take action too?" Wen Hua asked hurriedly.
Without even looking at him, the old man with a broken arm opened his mouth and spat out balls of sword energy. The sword energy condensed and took shape, turning into a sword of sword energy.
"Sui Xiegu came to fight Murong Wudi."
A clear drink sounded.
The sword of sword energy flew past, and the sword energy was like a long river.
…
At the foot of Huishan Mountain, a kind of martial arts people who couldn't see the wonderful Guniu Dagang whispered to each other, just like a hundred claws scratching their hearts.
"Who is Sui Xiegu? Why haven't you heard of him?"
"have no idea."
"There are so many masters in the world, how can we understand them all?"
"But since I can get the Snow Order and dare to fight Murong Wudi, I guess I have two tools."
Everyone was talking about it. Whether it was Xuanyuan Qingfeng who was the first to take action or Liu Songtao who was the second to take action, they were both very famous figures in the world.
It just happened that I had never heard of this Sui Xie Valley.
"I know him, he is very powerful."
There was an old man crowded in the crowd, and he always looked at the plump and charming female heroes from the corner of his eyes.
When those female heroes noticed, he averted his eyes in advance. Coupled with the harmless look on his face, no female heroes came to trouble him.
After hearing everyone's discussion, Sui Xiegu, the old man puffed up his chest and grinned, revealing his missing front teeth.
Everyone looked at the old man with missing front teeth and asked curiously: "Oh, why is this Sui Xiegu so powerful?"
"He, he likes to eat swords, and eat famous swords in the world. He also has three apprentices, one is the Sword Emperor of Xishu in the Spring and Autumn Period, one is Wen Hua who is famous in Tai'an City, and the other..." The one with missing front teeth The old man was not good at words and said a few dry words.
Everyone was interested and asked: "Who is the third apprentice?"
The old man with missing front teeth lowered his head and smiled, showing the shyness of a young lady: "That's me."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this, with faces full of surprise and suspicion.
Even though you, an old man, are the disciple of that master on the mountain, you don't have the aura of a master. Could it be that you are out to trick others?
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the old man with missing front teeth swept towards Guniu Dagang with his box on his back, but was not affected by the "Fushan" formation.
He also has a heavy snow order on him.
"Sui Xiegu's disciples, Huang Zhentu asked Murong Wudi to fight."
A clear drink resounded throughout the world.
Immediately, the yellow cloth behind him broke open, revealing the heavy sword box. The sword box was unsheathed, and several famous swords in the world flew out, with sword aura shooting out.
…
Above the Shejiang River.
The monk in white looked at the dark crowd at the foot of Huishan Mountain, then turned to the ordinary-looking woman and said, "There seem to be a lot of people. Please follow me later and don't get lost."
The woman who lost fans as soon as she spoke said: "You can go up there by yourself. After the beating, come and pick us up to watch the fun. They say Murong Tonghuang is the most beautiful man in the world. I really want to see what he looks like and what he uses." Rouge gouache.”
"Xu Fengnian, Wen Hua and Lao Huang are all up there. Dad, hurry up and finish the fight, don't delay our reminiscing about the past. Remember to take care of them, don't break their hands or feet. Also, Dad, you have to show off your performance. Be careful, there are so many masters at Guniu Dagang, don't lose the face of our two Zen temples." The little girl called 'Dongxi' was chirping, and she was much more eloquent than his mother.
"I know, I know." The monk in white nodded helplessly and glanced at his young apprentice to see if he had anything to say.
"Master, be careful, don't get hurt." The young monk said seriously.
The monk in white, Lao Huai, was pleased: "Disciple still knows how to care for people."
The young monk said with a serious face: "If you are injured, you will have to wash your clothes from now on."
The corners of the monk's mouth twitched, okay, let's just pretend he didn't say what he said before.
The monk looked towards Huishan Mountain again, and could faintly see the black figure. The heroic and elegant figure fighting the world's masters alone, which was extremely rare, aroused a trace of fighting spirit.
"Li Dangxin of Liangchan Temple came to Huishan and asked Murong Wudi to fight."
boom!
The huge qi machine was released.
The tall and burly body has every inch of golden light blooming, as if the Buddha had come to the world.
In the vajra realm of the world, I, Li Dangxin, am the only one who is the most popular.
…
On a low hill, there was a shabby scholar in Tsing Yi, looking up at Guniu Dagang.
There is a stunning woman next to her, her appearance is not inferior to that of Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
"One person, a martial arts world, this is true invincibility." The scribe in Tsing Yi exclaimed in admiration.
"Uncle Qizhao, do you want to take action?" Jiang Si fluttered her long and dense eyelashes.
Cao Changqing smiled slightly and answered. Instead, he said softly: "Princess, do you want to get closer and join in the fun?"
Jiang Si bit her lip, looked around with beautiful eyes, and vaguely saw a guy wearing a northern knife on his waist, and nodded slightly.
"Haha, let's take a walk and see the real romance in this world." Cao Changqing laughed, flicked his sleeves, and a breath of fresh air enveloped the two of them. They walked against the wind and headed towards Guniu Dagang.
"Cao Changqing visited Huishan and asked Murong Wudi to fight."
Jiang Si's beautiful eyes flashed and she chanted: "Jiang Si invites Murong Wudi to fight."
…
"I've seen before that Murong is not a simple boy, but I didn't expect him to be invincible to this point. Even if he defeats Old Monster Wang, he still has to fight a martial arts world by himself."
In a peach blossom forest, there was a middle-aged man and a one-armed old man.
The old man was wearing a sheepskin fur, with one arm, a hunchback, and disheveled hair. He was picking his nose with his hands. He looked left and right and showed no signs of being a master. He was the one who just spoke.
The middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance held a peach blossom branch in his hand, spinning it gently with a smile on his face: "Senior Li, you were also a person in the martial arts world back then. But I see how you were so prosperous back then, you can't compare to this. Murong Wudi."
These two people are the two sword gods today.
Li Chungang, Deng Tai'a.
The old man in sheepskin fur rolled his eyes: "Throughout the ages, there has only been one monster like Murong Tonghuang. I know myself and I can't compare to him. I can't compare to him."
Tai'a Deng chuckled and said, "Senior Li, are you going to take action?"
"This kid wants to trample the world's masters under his feet and achieve his own reputation. Haha, of course I will help him." Li Chungang took a step forward and raised his eyebrows. He is so big in the world that he can't give up on me: "But if you want to step on me, you have to show your ability."
This was probably Li Chungang's last battle in the world, and many images flashed through his mind for no apparent reason.
When he first came out of the rivers and lakes, Guangling crossed the river with his sword. Dongyue Jianchi defeated Wu Wei, the Plum Blossom Sword Sect. Entering the Wu family's sword tomb, he defeated the Wu family's sword master and took away the famous sword, wooden horse and ox. He forced a woman from the South China Sea, who was walking barefoot in the rivers and lakes like a sword fairy, back to the sect with one finger... Pictures flew by quickly, and finally they were fixed on a green robe.
It was Li Chungang who once opened the Heavenly Gate with his sword.
The sword armor of the Thirteen Armors of Spring and Autumn Period is Li Chungang.
The one with one man and one sword is Li Chungang.
It was Li Chungang who was killed.
It was Li Chungang who accidentally killed Fengdu Green Robe.
It was also Li Chungang who had been trapped in Tingchaoting for twenty years.
In the quagmire of Hongfei, Li Chungang is still the same Li Chungang.
If heaven had not given birth to me, Li Chungang, the swordsmanship of eternity would be like a long night.
I, Li Chungang, have been here before. Little Green Robe, let’s see how my battle goes today.
Li Chungang laughed and shouted boldly: "Here comes the sword."
Longhushan, which escaped Wang Xianzhi's "coming from the mountain", did not escape Li Chungang's "coming from the sword".
The Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain all took out their sheaths and flew towards Guniu Dagang, blocking out the sky and the sun.
"Li Chungang borrowed the peach wood sword from Longhu Mountain to fight you Emperor Murong Tong."
…
"Senior Li's style is still the same." Looking at Li Chungang walking away, Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a sighed.
"My dear, why don't you go and join in the fun of such a grand martial arts event?" An old but energetic voice sounded, and an old man walked like a peach blossom forest.
There is no one in the world who can call Deng Tai'a like this.
Maybe just one.
Wu Jian, the contemporary head of the Wu Family Sword Tomb.
Deng Tai'a had a straight face and was unwilling to speak.
The old man walked up to the Peach Blossom Sword God with a smile, and said with a kind smile: "We are born in different ancestral halls. It is indeed my Wu family that feels sorry for you first. You left home and threatened to die together in the grave. Is this really what you want?"
Deng Tai'a sneered and said: "Why, the dignified Wu family sword tomb still needs me, a person with a foreign surname, to save face."
The old man smiled and said: "If you are willing, you are very welcome."
Deng Tai'a, who has always had a good temper and rarely interacted with anyone, almost cursed, but luckily he swallowed it down.
"The Wu family is sorry for you, but the sword is not sorry for you." The old man pointed to the sword box placed next to him. The sword box kept trembling with tears in his eyes.
"In more than thirty years, the sword flew away from the sword mountain three times on its own. The first time was when you left the Wu family and you were forced to stay. You didn't want to owe the Wu family and didn't take the Wu family's sword. The second time It was you who boarded the Emperor Wu City in the East China Sea to challenge Wang Xianzhi, and the third time it was you who fought to the death with Tuoba Bodhisattva. Since ancient times, all important weapons handed down from ancient times have their own spirits, but it is so pitiful that the Tai'a Sword has been rejected over and over again. , can be considered a handful.”
Deng Tai'a sighed heavily.
"For a swordsman, there is no need to elaborate on the importance of a sword. If you want to fight Emperor Murong Tong, only this sword can bring out your full strength."
The old man stopped joking and said in a deep voice: "What's more, this sword should have been yours. Your ancestor Deng Tai'a was one of the Wu family members who defeated thousands of horses in Beimang. He used it correctly." He is Tai'a Jian, and he is the one who presides over the sword formation."
Deng Tai'a's thoughts fluctuated and he was silent for a long time: "After this battle, I will go to Beimang to kill 10,000 cavalry."
A wave of sleeves.
A sword broke out of its box and turned into a white rainbow.
Deng Tai'a holds Tai'a sword.
The sword energy fills the world.
"Mrs. Deng came as requested."
…
This day.
There is a man on Guniu Dagang.
There is a river and lake on Guniu Dagang.
One person fights the world alone.
"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.
