Two days later.

On both sides of the Runwu River, the two armies faced each other.

In stark contrast to each other's momentum.

One side, under the leadership of the elite brute soldiers, was like a rainbow, and scanned the opposite shore with a tiger's eye.

One side is like a wilted daylily, listless.

I have to say that if the end of the Cullinan takes a little time, it can pull back the morale of the army, relying on the east, west and south as the foundation, and it will be no problem at all to flank the Central Plains that fell into the Sun Alliance.

After all, most of the alliance armies, except for the brute soldiers, are new recruits, and now they are only so aggressive in terms of momentum.

The new army cannot defeat the battle, it only takes one defeat to completely return them to their original shape.

At that time, it will be the day when the Doomsday Seal, which has 500,000 veterans, will turn over.

But the end of the Cullinan has already been dazzled by the national fortune fan, and he is reluctant to let the rich Central Plains completely fall into his hands. In my heart, the belief methods of the Holy Sect were combined, and morale was not a problem at all, and it can be seen from the gradual stalemate between the two fronts on both sides, and even the tendency of the late dynasty to counterattack, that there was no problem with this policy.

When the whole army is not as good as fanatical from shallow faith, the 500,000 troops of the Sun Alliance are just a paper tiger, which can be easily pierced.

Unexpectedly, the statue of the god on the holy island was destroyed by Nangong Fan, the holy island sank, and the objects carrying faith disappeared.

The hearts of these believers suddenly became empty, and the last army was like a roller coaster, falling from high to low, even worse than at the beginning.

Fortunately, the dispute between the academy and the Wumeng has long been put on the agenda by both parties.

In order to take care of the Xiao family's emotions, Mo Tianxi did not attack with all his troops when he stabilized. Both sides were extremely restrained across the river, but they didn't expect that in the end, they would give the end army time to ease down and take advantage of it. It's unpredictable.

The Sun Alliance has been preparing for this battle for a long time, and even invited those wealthy families and knights who were on the sidelines to watch the battle.

In this battle, the Sun Alliance is bound to win, tearing apart the martial arts hall before the two armies, and the local last army at a low point is afraid that it will fall directly into the abyss.

The end of the day Xi didn't care, and he also put the morale sublimation on this competition.

A martial arts battle that was originally a joke, it was originally set up in advance by Nangong Fan for the sake of reunification, and now only the framework of the academy has made a reputation.

Established for hundreds of years, the Wumeng, which has become more powerful after the eagle claw of the last dynasty in the past few decades, is the best stepping stone.

But now it seems that it has become a martial arts battle to guide the trend of war.

After the battle is over, one side will strike with the momentum of victory.

Mo Hongbai and Mo Tianxi each sat in front of each other across the river.

"It's good to be my son. Doom Tianxi's eyes were full of appreciation, "It seems that it has always been my low point for you." ”

"It is not surprising that my father acted perversely. Mo Hongbai's eyes fluctuated slightly, and he spoke lightly.

"Don't talk nonsense, the people of the Wumeng, come out. This battle can only be won and not lost. Mo Tianxi lowered his head slightly, waved his big hand, and shouted to the Wumeng people led by the Xiao family to stand forward.

"Why is my father so anxious? Mo Hongbai smiled leisurely, "Invite all the seniors to come." ”

"Old decay Chen Zhuo, I have seen the Son of Heaven and the Crown Prince here. A slightly gray-haired man stepped forward step by step, with a large knife pinned to his waist. The tiger's back and dragon's waist are extraordinary.

When the prince came down, Mo Hongnan, who was standing next to Mo Tianxi, immediately changed his face.

"Juxian Village, Chen Zhuang Master. Doom Tianxi's eyes fluttered slightly, he had visited this old guy before going to Heavenly Weapon City, trying to take it into his pocket.

After the two fought, they returned in vain, without fighting spirit, even with the help of the national fortune, Mo Tianxi could not help this hero who has been famous for nearly a hundred years.

The corners of Chen Zhuo's mouth cracked slightly, and his eyes looked up and down the end of the Heavenly Seal like a knife, "The old man is just here to be a witness." ”

Mo Tianxi frowned slightly, he had no doubt that if it weren't for the 500,000 army behind him, this old man would definitely slash at him with a knife.

"Chen Zhuo, didn't you just tear someone in half without saying a word? A mocking voice rang out.

The people who came were dressed luxuriously, aged and long-lasting. Another perfect powerhouse.

"When you two meet, you can't help but ridicule each other, and you won't let us see the excitement if you fight to the death. ”

A dozen or so people walked out from the side of the Sun Alliance.

Without exception, all of them are old guys who are at the peak and above legends, and they are all supremes who have been famous in the rivers and lakes for no less than fifty or sixty years.

"Good means. Mo Tianxi clapped his hands, the people who came here were all simple Jianghu people, all of them were lawless guys who ignored the recruitment of the end of the dynasty.

It would take a lot of effort to get Doom Tianxi to find these people who didn't see the tail of the dragon.

Now there are only thirteen days before the time of the competition, and they have all been invited by the Sun Alliance.

As long as these people are gathered, it is tantamount to collecting the rivers and lakes outside most of the famous cities.

This kind of posture is not just a simple witness. Could it be that they have been co-opted?

"Our Sun Alliance is still far from the Son of Heaven. A hearty laugh sounded, and Bai Shen came out with Xiao Jianren in his hand, followed by the two brothers Lu Shi and Lu Yan, and then followed by a group of mentors and "students" led by Nangong Fan.

"White ginseng!" Xiao Moyi's pupils glared angrily, and his voice was hoarse.

"Hey, hey, your grandson has returned you, be careful next time. Bai Ginseng went directly down the river, easily came to the center, and threw Xiao Jianren in his hand to the other side.

After much investigation and careful consideration, this area is exactly the gentle area of the river, and it is convenient for the winning side to take advantage of the situation to pursue and conduct a decisive battle.

"In what order duel?" Xiao Moyi looked at his grandson's pale face. Looking at the missing finger on his hand, thinking about the scene when he got this meeting gift, he twitched.

"Five martial arts fights and two cultural fights that have been said a long time ago. The order is up to you. "White ginseng doesn't care.

Xiao Moyi turned his head, thought about it with Wu Jingsheng and the other people who were usually in charge of the Martial Arts Alliance, and also led the team into the river.

"Let's get to the main point first! The most important thing in our kind of power is the quality of the students. How about sending five students on each side until they are all defeated?"

"Whatever you want. Bai Ginseng looked strange and nodded.

The two of them each waved their hands, and each of them had five young students under the age of thirty who stepped out of the crowd.

Nangong Fan touched his nose, and always felt like he was bullying a child.

Unless the Wumeng also sends a person who is even more outstanding than Li Zhen's Tianjiao, can he barely make two moves with him, and the others are not all easy to solve with one punch?

Boring!

Mo Tianxi recognized the eldest young master of the black family at a glance, and he no longer had any hope for this victory, and after thinking about it slightly, he agreed with the original idea in his heart.

Mo Hongbai is just a puppet placed in the foreground of the Sun Alliance. The prestige of this Sun Alliance is inseparable from the barbarians who have now been glorified, and the barbarians are in the north.

King Beiliang, Dragon City Black Family, think about it this way. Doom Tianxi couldn't help but worry about the safety of the end of the capital.

As soon as the end of the capital is broken, the national fortunes of the end of the dynasty will be completely broken, and he will only be sixty or seventy years old at that time, and he will lose the qualifications to fight with these elders successfully, and he will be powerless to return to the sky.

The end of the day was solemn, but his face was still calm.

The disciples sent by the Wumeng were also in the hands of Fa Wuran and others, and they fought with other students quite well at the beginning, and they won and lost each other.

When Nangong Fan walked out in the third place in a white and refreshing student clothes, this boring battle really came to an end quickly.

Unless the Fa Wuran does not count the loss, the legend of being less than thirty years old is really rare, and there is no one who is less than thirty years old.

In this heaven and earth, if you want to become a legend, you must have some understanding of the way of heaven, this is not it

Nangong Fan swept all the people of the Wumeng out of the game with three punches and two punches.

Xiao Moyi glanced at the principal Wu Jingsheng, and with Nangong Fan alone, they had to lose two battles.

In front of him, the student is fighting alone, and there is a student fighting in a group.

What kind of group is needed? Nangong Fan can easily sweep a group of ten people without sweating.

Life is indeed full of pits.

But the competition has already been taken, and the students are the core of forces like the Martial Alliance and the Academy, if these two things are not compared, then it is better to let the millions of armies of the two sides rush up directly!

"What's next?" said Bai Ginseng.

"Wendou, painting. ”

"Is the Wumeng also going to rely on Wendou to find a way back? Why don't you change your name to Wenmeng?" Bai Shen sneered twice, and waved his hand to let a Confucian disciple step forward.

This person worshipped the ancestor of Confucianism as a teacher, and he was also a formal member of Confucianism, who was a literati and writer, and wrote poems, pianos, chess, calligraphy and paintings.

Learn a skill, nourish your chest, and report to the emperor's family.

Most of the Confucian sects take this route, completing their ambitions on the way, and in this enlightenment, even if they are unarmed, they can drink away demons.

One of the people who came out of Wumeng's side was an old acquaintance of the Confucian students, Nangong Fan and they took Baizi City, and there was no persecution of these students, those of them who had already kowtowed, even if they were only outer disciples, most of them returned to Fa Wuran's side.

This is one of the disciples of the peasant family.

This peasant disciple shrugged his shoulders, his face was full of helplessness, he could only be regarded as fond of painting at most, and he was still not much different from this real person born in a professional class, "Brother Yao, abuse me lightly." ”

"It's hard to disobey the teacher's order. The student surnamed Yao snorted lightly.

Chen Zhuo took out two pieces of white paper and gave each of them a brush.

The peasant disciple couldn't wait to unfold the blank paper and start painting.

The student surnamed Yao turned his head and silently looked at the alliance army on the shore.

The peasant disciple had already drawn half of a tiger, and the student surnamed Yao finally moved.

The pen is like a god. A few brushstrokes jumped on the paper, and as soon as the pen changed, a menacing army appeared in the bottom of their eyes, and a round of the sun was behind them, and the light seemed to purify everything.

The medicine student's arm paused slightly, and he muttered for a while, picked up the pen and wrote the book, and the more he wrote, the faster he wrote.

"The light of the sun will eventually dispel every bit of darkness, and the age of justice and abundance will come. This is a great time for everyone to look forward to soaring. ”

It wasn't until the student surnamed Yao put away his pen that the peasant disciple finished drawing the picture of the two tigers competing in his hand.

The two glanced at each other's volleyed scrolls, and turned their heads to ask the ten witnesses to comment.

Well, no need to review at all.

No matter what the aspect, the medicine surname is better.

The two stepped back.

"Mr. Xiao, you continue. The demonic laughter of the white ginseng rang out again.

The corners of Xiao Moyi's mouth twitched, "Martial arts, the mentor fights alone, or does he send five people each?"

"Good. White Ginseng nodded.

The two masked people, plus the two brothers Lu Yan and Lu Shi and Meng Jiang stepped out.

The three top ancestors, the two vice presidents of the Jiayan Society.

On the Martial Alliance's side, five top ancestors, including Fa Wuran, greeted them.