Everything was calm, and the smoke dissipated, but I saw a figure standing tall, as strong as a pine, as majestic as Mount Tai, and the hazy figure exuded a palpitating chill.

Five feet away in front of the figure, a person knelt on his left knee, hung his head, a simple and desolate long knife was inserted in front of him, and a white and slender hand was tightly held on the hilt, surging with a tragic murderous aura.

Standing is ...... It is ...... who fall to their knees Seeing this scene, all the people who witnessed this pinnacle battle opened their mouths wide, their eyes widened, and they couldn't speak for a long time.

The martial arts masters and the heads of the various sects under the right wall of the peak also showed incredible looks in their eyes. Ling Xiaoyun jumped up from his seat, his lips trembled, he couldn't say a word, no one knew the power of his father's ninth sword better than him, in his opinion, his father would never be defeated, even if the opponent was the head of the Ouyang family, but ......

"Haha......" There was a burst of laughter in the arena, although Ouyang Wang had a huge wound on his chest that could be seen deep and bone-seeing, he smiled very heroically and proudly. He took the ninth sword of thunder, and he finally survived one step away from life and death.

After a long time, the wild laughter stopped, and Ouyang Wanglang said: "Although the Ninth Thunder Sword is powerful, it is not ...... It's still a little bit short of defeating me!" He turned to the crowd outside the arena: "From now on, the Northern Martial Arts Overlord is my Ouyang family!"

At this moment, Ling Jiechen, who was covered with bloodstains all over his body, knelt on one knee, and the knife was inserted into the ground in front of him, and the momentum of the strong man was still there. He raised his head slowly, his long unkempt gray hair danced in the wind, his face was still indifferent, and the corners of his mouth were bright red, which looked so eye-catching against the pale complexion.

"Do you really think that my ninth knife is so easy to dissolve?" Standing up calmly with the knife, Ling Jiechen reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a faint smile appeared on his face, as if he was laughing at Ouyang Wang's arrogance.

"What do you mean by that?" Ouyang Wang stared at Ling Jiechen deadly, trying to see something on his face, but he was disappointed, Ling Jiechen was calm and calm, he couldn't see anything at all.

Everyone in the audience was stunned, the peak turned around, could it be that the person who lost was not Ling Juechen, but Ouyang Wang?

The Great Compassion Zen Master and the Dustless Dao Master glanced at each other and showed a knowing smile. Perhaps only the two of them knew the true result of the competition.

Ling Juechen smiled, with a hint of exhaustion on his face, he didn't say anything, and slowly walked towards the people under the right wall with the world's first killing knife in his hand.

"Father!" Ling Xiaoyun hurriedly stepped forward, took the sting knife, and helped Ling Juechen.

Only Ouyang Wang's face was pale and he stood dumbfounded, not knowing what he was thinking. Ouyang Qianyu and the three old men of the Ouyang family and the two middle-aged people silently walked to Ouyang Wang's side.

Ouyang Wang looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and after a long time, he sighed, turned around and walked down the mountain.

The person who should have won did not seem to have half the joy that the winner should have, and the defeated person did not have a trace of the frustration and decadence of the loser, what the hell is going on? On the top of Luoyan Peak, the biting chill gradually dissipated, but thousands of experts in the ancient martial arts ability realm were stunned on the spot.

Who is the real winner? In addition to the parties concerned, I am afraid that only a few world-class powerhouses who are also congenital can see some clues.

On a remote path at the foot of Huashan Mountain, three black cars were parked, and Ouyang Wang and his party appeared on the trail. Ouyang Wang came to a car with a look of resignation, and the bloodstains on his body and the terrifying knife wound on his chest gave people a terrifying feeling that no one should approach.

opened the car door and was about to get into the car, "Wow!" Ouyang Wang suddenly screamed and trembled, and then the canopy! canopy! canopy...... Eight rings in a row, eight domineering purple sword qi rushed out of his body.

The car in front of him bore the brunt, and it was split into scrap metal by several knife qi in an instant. Pity the driver inside, he didn't figure out what was going on, and he didn't even have time to scream, so he was "loyal" for the Ouyang family in a daze.

There were also several sword rays rushing out in all directions, and the cold knife qi made people's backs chill. Ouyang Qianyu, three old antiques, and two middle-aged men who were following behind Ouyang Wang were taken aback, and hurriedly scattered to avoid the sword qi that shot at him.

Those few incomparable sword qi rushed out of more than ten zhang before gradually weakening and dissipating, carving a few long knife marks the width of a palm on the ground.

Ouyang Wang's whole body trembled violently, he knelt on one knee, his face was hideous and painful, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth to the soil in front of him, his eyes burst out with crazy light, and he said fiercely: "This is the power of the Ninth Sword?

Ouyang Qianyu and the others were so frightened by the sudden change that their faces turned pale and they were inexplicably surprised. One knife and nine changes, the knife on Ouyang Wang's chest was just an appearance, in fact, the other eight sword qi had already invaded Ouyang Wang's body.

Just when he thought he had defeated Ling Juechen and got carried away, he noticed something strange in his body. Ouyang Wang, who regarded his reputation as more important than his life, desperately suppressed the sword qi in his body and did not let himself make a fool of himself in front of everyone.

It wasn't until he got off Huashan that the eight sword qi that Ling Juechen blasted into his body finally broke out. The contest between the two congenital invincible powerhouses seems to be a lose-lose situation.

However, regardless of the outcome, this battle is the only peak duel between the innate powerhouses of China in recent decades. Regarding this competition, I believe that it will be on fire in the ancient martial arts ability world for a long time, and it will become a topic that people talk about after dinner.

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The top of Huashan ended up, and in another battlefield, it also ended a big war between men and women.

Qujia villas, deep in the bamboo forest, the breeze blows, the bamboo leaves rustle, but it is mixed with the sound of wheezing, stirring the most primitive commotion of human beings, and the smell of hormones is faintly permeating the bamboo forest.

This is an ambiguous battlefield, this is the most primitive war.

Nangong Chu hugged Qu Ling, who was snuggled in his arms like a docile kitten, and fell into deep thought. After indulgence, what should I do?

He already knew that among the people who rescued him from the dungeon of the Ouyang family that night were the masters of the Fog Hidden Tower, the Dongfang Family, and the Dragon Group.

Yan Beifei is the high-level of the Wuyin Building, and controls the all-pervasive intelligence network of the Wuyin Building. After Nangong Chu was arrested by Ouyang Wang, the news reached Yan Beifei's ears as soon as possible.

The people of the Oriental Family and the Dragon Group are not something that anyone can invite, at least Yan Beifei please don't move.

Yan Beifei, one of the top killers in the Chinese killer world more than 30 years ago. Legend has it that he hasn't missed a single shot since he stepped into the killer world.

Just ask a killer who can't see the light and walks in the dark corners of this world, how can the Oriental family and the dragon group buy his account?

It must be the peerless master who fought with Ouyang Wang that night and finally calmly retreated. But who is that peerless master who can compete with Ouyang Wang?

Qu Ling looked at that handsome face, thinking of the madness just now, his face flushed, and he quietly put his hand on his face, and said softly: "Chu, what's wrong, is there anything that is difficult to solve?" I don't know why, she didn't get angry at Nangong Chu's deviant behavior, even if this kind of thing was unimaginable before.

Nangong Chu ignored Qu Ling, who was as gentle as water, although her hand was still lingering on her chest, her thoughts had already drifted into the distance.

Qu Ling was a little lost, she really wanted Nangong Chu to be able to say some sweet words to herself at this time, even if it was the simplest, she knew that she had changed, she was no longer tall, she was no longer cold, she just wanted to snuggle in the arms of this man, no longer proud, she only hoped that this man who possessed herself could be better than herself, no longer pure, she was already obsessed with the kind of pleasure he brought her!

She is no longer suitable to be a killer, an excellent killer must be ruthless and indifferent to life, so that she will not be soft when she kills.

Soft hands and soft hearts are the deadliest death hole of a killer.

"Who is the peerless master who forced out the nine dragon bone nails in his body for himself to help him recover his strength? Uncle Yan refused to say, Qu Ling didn't know. If there is that person's help, why be afraid of the Ouyang family?"

Seeing his frowning brows, although he didn't know what it was for, Qu Ling's heart was also a little gloomy. She stroked the round scars on his body the size of copper coins, and said quietly, "It hurts!"

The muscles on Nangong Chu's face couldn't help but ** a few times, that kind of pain ......! He couldn't help but resound the situation that day, the mysterious man wearing a hat and a black gauze covering his face forced out the nine keel nails on his body with supreme skill......

It was definitely not a pain that a person could endure, the huge amount of vitality surging in the body, as if a small stream suddenly poured into a monstrous flood, and the meridians, muscles, and bones of the whole body seemed to be cut by countless sharp blades, and it was as if a living person had fallen into an oil pot, and it was as if he had been cramped by the hellish ghost for fear of skin cramps.

Dragon bone nail, that's a good thing, often one can seal the cultivation of a fifth-order master of ancient martial arts. Ouyang Wang can be regarded as looking down on Nangong Chu, and he actually nailed nine nails on his body.

However, while Ouyang Wang looked down on Nangong Chu, it brought him great pain, and the direct consequence was that Nangong Chu hated the Ouyang family even more, and he wanted to throw a nuclear bomb into the valley of Changbai Mountain, completely erasing the Ouyang family from this world, leaving no trace at all.

But this situation can only be imagined in his mind, if he wants to destroy the Ouyang family and avenge his relatives and family, there is still a long way to go!

"I've decided!" Nangong Chu suddenly let go of Qu Ling in his arms and stood up suddenly: "I want to become stronger, I want to go to the Western world!"