The Changhe Taoist shouted like thunder, but it couldn't overshadow the sound of the other party's impact on the Tibetan Ding!

Waves of sound rushed from the Tibetan ding, impacting the figure of the Changhe Taoist priest and couldn't help but retreat, hurriedly took a few deep breaths, and stepped on the earth with both feet to stabilize his body. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Knock knock knock......

The sound of Zangding lasted for more than a dozen breaths, and the figure finally fell from the sky and landed in front of the Changhe Taoist like a stone.

This is a man who looks like a middle-aged man, wearing a gray robe, with a square face, at first glance, he seems to be full of righteousness, his eyes are staring at Changhe, and he said lightly: "This Tibetan tripod has been placed here for two thousand years!"

The Changhe Taoist stared at the middle-aged man, covered in blood like a rainbow, and said coldly: "It's you!"

The middle-aged man walked around the Tibetan Ding, looking at every symbol and every ancient text on the Tibetan Ding, and had a feeling of fanaticism, and said, "Yes, it's me." If nothing else, today should be the day of the destruction of your Martial Saint Mountain, how can I miss this kind of good show? When the time comes, I can't let others get this Tibetan Ding, counting it, this Tibetan Ding also has a relationship with our Huang family, and we can only master it!"

The Changhe Taoist priest's breath was extremely solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Huang Qi, where is Huang Jiu?"

The middle-aged man is a member of the Huang family, Huang Qi, who can also be called Huang Qi, is Huang Jiu's cousin.

However, this person acts completely different from the Huang family, likes to walk alone, and rarely participates in the affairs of the Huang family.

Huang Qi smiled and said, "Huang Jiu, how do I know where he is? Old Dao, what about your apprentice? I heard that your apprentice was the first genius of five thousand years, and he almost defeated Yan Wu in Africa, let me see how capable he is now." ”

Daoist Changhe looked at Huang Qi and asked, "Wang Cheng is in retreat, Huang Qi, what secrets are hidden in this Tibetan Ding?"

Huang Qi glanced at the Changhe Taoist priest, and didn't see how hard he was under his feet, his figure just flew up, landed on the Tibetan Ding, looked at the earth below the mountain condescendingly, and said: "Changhe, you don't know, then don't want to know, this matter is not something you can participate in, you Wusheng Mountain can survive today, let's talk about it, they have come!"

Huang Qi stood on a high place, and his eyes could see many people walking up in groups at the foot of the mountain, which were the masters of the major sects and families, as well as the lone masters gathered together.

The people who came to Wusheng Mountain to provoke a few days ago were all rabble, and they might not even be cannon fodder.

Today, it is the real masters from all walks of life!

After Huang Qi finished speaking, he sat on the edge of the Tibetan Ding, looking indifferent, looking at everything that happened indifferently, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Daoist Changhe came to the edge of the square with a serious face, looked down the stairs of the mountain road, and sure enough, he saw several groups of people walking up. Standing on the top of the mountain, he could feel the groups of scorching qi and blood breath moving like huge energy sources, and the temperature of the entire Martial Saint Mountain seemed to rise.

The gloomy weather around me seemed to be getting warmer.

What a powerful qi and blood!

Behind, a figure ran quickly from the back mountain, panting with a hint of breath.

"Old way!"

The person who came was Niu Dahai, the deputy director of the Special Operations Bureau, and when he saw Daoist Changhe, he hurriedly asked, "Where is your apprentice?"

Daoist Changhe glanced back at Niu Dahai and said, "Wang Cheng is in retreat!"

Niu Dahai hurriedly said: "Oh no, I got the news that several major sects want to join forces to put pressure on Wusheng Mountain, and they may have to gather together to worship the mountain." ”

"They're already here!"

Daoist Changhe pointed to the crowd below the mountain and said solemnly.

Niu Dahai was stunned for a moment, his eyes looked at it, and he could barely see the crowd, and immediately his expression was extremely ugly, and he frowned: "I only got the news five days ago. At that time, there was an accident in the south, Nalan Dingyuan made trouble again, killed more than a dozen people, I went to track him personally, there was no way to take him, I was not his opponent, I was almost injured by him, so it was too late!"

Nalan Dingyuan?

Daoist Changhe frowned even more, and asked in a deep voice, "Nalan Dingyuan ran away?"

Niu Dahai shook his head and said: "It's not sure yet, we have too few people to use now, and there is no way to track down the traces of Nalan Dingyuan, and ordinary people will be sent to death if they go." However, I got some news that Nalan Dingyuan should have contacted the Luo family!"

Daoist Changhe nodded, Nalan Dingyuan just wanted to restore the Manchu Qing Dynasty back then, so he was almost killed, and finally imprisoned, and this time they were released together.

This kind of person should have been killed, but the situation was complicated at that time, and the influence of the last remnant was still very great, so he left a life!

Unexpectedly, something happened as soon as it came out this time.

Sure enough, it was a sign of chaos.

Daoist Changhe felt a huge pressure, and he didn't know if Wang Cheng could clean up the situation when he came out!

"Let's talk about this later, let's deal with the situation in front of us first!"

Daoist Changhe said in a solemn tone.

Niu Dahai nodded, it could only be like this.

Huang Qi, who was sitting on the Tibetan Ding, suddenly spoke: "Changhe, as long as you hand over the Tibetan Ding to me, I can help you this time!"

Changhe just glanced back at Huang Qi, then shook his head and said: "Wusheng Mountain has not betrayed the things of the ancestors for two thousand years, Huang Qi, you said it, you came to see the play, then you just watched it." ”

Huang Qi smiled disdainfully, shook his head and said: "Death is on the verge of death, or not, when the time comes, when you are leveled by the world's martial artists, I will take what I want again!"

The Changhe Taoist priest said coldly: "I'm afraid you won't be able to get your wish!"

"Then I'm looking forward to seeing how much ability Wang Cheng has that Huang Jiu and Yan Wu both praised, but it's a question of whether he can show up!"

Huang Qi still said disdainfully, his eyes full of pride.

Huang Qi is different from Huang Jiu, Huang Jiu's qualifications are ordinary, and Huang Qi has been a genius since he was a child, and his strength in the Huang family may still be above Huang Jiu, so he looks down on people in the world.

"Hahahaha, Changhe, you can still be so confident today, I admire you!"

A loud laugh came from the bottom of the mountain, and a figure rushed up like lightning, and a punch enveloped the Changhe Taoist priest's body, and a layer of gang qi surrounded him endlessly.

The Changhe Taoist looked at the person coldly, his feet stomped on the ground suddenly, and his fist was also a punch at the opposite person without showing weakness, and the fist was condensed, and a trace of electric light was entangled, which was directly the strongest move he could perform, Tiangang Thunder!

Seeing this, the people who came did not flinch in the slightest, and still smashed down with a punch, and collided with the punch of the Taoist priest of Changhe!

Rumble............

There was an explosion between the fists of the two of them, and a fierce gang qi slammed around, and the Changhe Taoist priest was shocked, and he couldn't help but take two steps back under his feet, leaving deep footprints on the ground, and the person who came also took a step back before standing firmly, and his body shook a little.

"Changhe, I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for decades, your strength has not retreated, and you have also trained Tiangang Thunder Strength. It's a pity, after all, you only got the skin of the Tiangang secret method, today is the death of your Martial Saint Mountain, what about your apprentice? Tell him to come out, come out to meet the challenge of the world's heroes and masters, and see if he can survive today, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance is not so easy to be, don't think that someone on it can make us obedient!"

The person who came was an old man with a slightly thin body, and shouted with a red face!

The Changhe Taoist priest did not speak, the breath in his body was almost beaten, and his face was red.

However, a white sword light had already rushed out, enveloping the whole body of the emaciated old man!

The old man's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes looked at the sword light in the sky, his expression showed a trace of solemnity, and he said in a deep voice: "Good swordsmanship, this is not martial arts of Martial Saint Mountain!"

As he spoke, he waved out his hands, and his qi was vertical and horizontal, and a thin layer of protective qi was condensed around his body, and his hands were also condensed, and he grabbed the sword light!

Wang Ying's sword light instantly fell on the body protection qi.

Dingdingding......

After a few crisp sounds, the protective body qi suddenly shattered, turning into a violent aura and rushing in all directions, but at the same time, the power on Wang Ying's long sword was also weakened, and it was directly grabbed in the old man's palm full of anger!

Wang Ying's body reversed in the air, his breath exploded, and the long sword in his hand suddenly trembled, and in an instant, it shattered the qi in the old man's hand, and the sharp sword forced the old man to retreat hurriedly, but the palm holding the long sword was also bloody.

"Humph!"

Wang Ying snorted coldly, unforgiving, and the sword light directly chased after the old man's pace.

The old man didn't dare to use his hand to meet Wang Ying's sword blade anymore, and his steps quickly retreated again!

However, Wang Ying's strength exceeded his imagination.

I saw that the moment Wang Ying's feet landed, he stomped on his feet, and his body flew out again, there was no sword light in the sky, only a little cold light, turning into a point of light, almost no time interval, and suddenly appeared an inch in front of the old man's eyebrows.

The old man suddenly felt chills, his eyebrows trembled, his body was almost stiff and unable to move, the breath of death enveloped him, and he hurriedly shouted: "Be merciful...... men"

However, Wang Ying will not show mercy at all.

Today, she wants to go on a killing spree, exercise her strength, and at the same time show the killing thoughts in her heart, and at the same time prove her progress during this time!

Huang Qi, who was sitting on the Tibetan Ding, also looked at Wang Ying who turned into a sword light in the air with some surprise, such a swordsmanship, he already had some artistic conception of comprehending the true meaning of swordsmanship.

And at this moment, a sharp sound of breaking the sky came from the bottom of the mountain, pointing directly at Wang Ying's throat.

Wang Ying's heart jumped, and she also felt the threat of death, although the sword blade only needed to advance a little more to pierce the old man's eyebrows, but she didn't dare, her body forcibly reversed in the air, and her wrist also flipped, and the sword blade stabbed into the air!

Bite......

A crisp clatter of gold and iron clashed in the air.

Wang Ying, who was in the air, trembled her wrist, almost didn't hold the sword blade in her hand, and a huge force was transmitted from the sword blade to her body, making her body fly straight backwards in the air, flying more than three meters away before her feet landed, and after landing, she took two steps back before standing firmly, her whole body was surging, her eyes flashed with cold light, and she looked at a figure under the mountain in surprise!

And the old man who almost died under Wang Ying's sword was also shocked, hurriedly turned around and ran, ran to the person who came, hugged his fists and said, "Thank you so much for saving your life!"

Xie Lao didn't look at the old man who spoke, his steps quickly came to the top of the mountain, his palm stretched out his hand to the stone slab not far away, and the breath was windless and automatic, condensing towards his hand, and a small knife that pierced into the depths under the stone slab flew out with a roar and fell into his hand.

It was this knife, which was only a few inches long, that repelled Wang Ying just now and saved the old man's life.

Wang Ying held the long sword, staring at the old Xie who was holding the knife, and there was a rare trace of nervousness in his heart. Because, she doesn't have absolute confidence to stop Xie Lao from going to the knife next time.

This is a rare decision to be a secret weapon master!

A flying knife is enough to gain a foothold in the world.

Changhe and Niu Dahai also looked at Xie Lao.

"Xie Jun, you're here too!"

Changhe looked at Xie Lao and said word by word, his face was gloomy as water, and the pressure in his heart was even greater.

This Xie Jun's flying knife was famous in the world back then, few people could survive under the flying knife in his hand, as long as he wanted to kill, there was nothing that he couldn't kill, the difference was that it took a short time!

He was known as the most professional killer back then, and whoever gave money would kill anyone.

He has killed high-ranking Japanese officials, killed high-level officials of the Kuomintang and the Party, and also killed high-level officials of the Republic, and received three rewards!

He only recognizes money, not people!

However, after the new China, he went into seclusion, knowing that he was rummaged through during the turbulent period, and was re-arrested and put in prison!

However, its strength is absolutely impossible for anyone to ignore.

And its flying knife skills are said to have been inherited from the pre-Qin period.

Xie Jun looks very ordinary, not tall or short, about 1.75 meters, slightly fat, gray and messy, his face is full of wrinkles, and he is wearing ordinary green clothes, which looks no different from an ordinary old man on the side of the road.

However, he is definitely the most dangerous, and he can kill people at will.

He was able to become the king of killers back then, and he was definitely the best at stealth and disguise.

Xie Jun glanced at the old man who almost died under Wang Ying's sword just now, and then ignored it, slowly walked to Changhe Taoist and Niu Dahai, and then looked at Huang Qi sitting on the Tibetan Ding, and finally his eyes fell on Wang Ying, before he spoke: "The Ping clan has become a disciple of your Martial Saint Mountain, Changhe, it seems that you also know how to be flexible." However, Hattori Keno is only afraid that he will die!"

He recognized Wang Ying's true identity at a glance - Pingliang Sakura!

He looked at Hira Sakura and continued: "However, this is also a creation for you, Hattori Keno's swordsmanship is combined with the secret method of the Martial Saint Mountain, and in the future, your martial arts achievements will only surpass all Hanzo in the entire history of Japan." ”

"Changhe, aren't you afraid that she will return to Japan again in the future and become the enemy of Wusheng Mountain? You seem to have done such a thing back then, then Liszt is still alive now!"

Xie Jun looked at Changhe, his eyes glanced left and right, and said suspiciously: "What about today's protagonist? What about our alliance leader, Wang Cheng? We have hundreds of people come to meet the alliance leader, if he doesn't appear, I'm afraid that he will anger everyone!"

Xie Jun's words provoked the relationship between Wang Ying and Taoist Changhe, and buckled Wang Cheng's big hat, and immediately put himself and other people who came to worship the mountain on the side of justice!

Hundreds of people have already arrived. (To be continued.) )