For the people of the rivers and lakes, the ** of gold and silver jewelry is far lower than that of advanced martial arts, and for the masters who already have advanced martial arts, the opportunity to watch the battle of life and death between top masters is comparable to the rare treasures in the mortal world, which can be encountered but not sought.

"The North Sword Saint, the South Nameless" These two predecessors are no longer walking around the rivers and lakes, but the masters of the current generation have all grown up listening to their names since childhood, and in the era of the Sword Saint, Xiongba is just a gang of masters who have just emerged. At that time, the world would not be able to be the hero of one side, and there were many people in the gang who could match it in the rivers and lakes.

It's just that time flies, and the Tianxia Association has developed into this way in decades, and after annexing large and small forces, it seems to have been able to compete with the imperial court.

The current tyrant is no less important to the rivers and lakes than the emperor is to his subjects, and now the "emperor" is going to duel with people, and such a major event will naturally shake the "government and the opposition".

The age difference between the two sides of this duel is almost half a hundred, and the chance of winning the hegemony should be very large, but the world will be surprisingly low-key in this matter, and even cautious.

Half a month before the duel, the world will close its doors, and those who come in and out will be treated as spies without tokens.

Until today.

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"Shaolin Temple, Master Zhitong has arrived!" The gang guarding at the mountain gate sent this signal up every fifty steps, and for a time it showed the momentum of the first gang in the world.

As early as three days ago, the Tianxia Association issued the unique "Tianxia Order" to the celebrities in the major rivers and lakes, inviting these people who are extremely famous in the rivers and lakes or have the ability of others to come and witness the duel. This is Xiongba's strategy, he feels that he still has some chance of winning the battle with the Sword Master, but he is worried about whether "Dugu Ming" will plot by the side in the duel. However, this time, I invited the best players of the ** white road on the rivers and lakes to help, and I forgive "Dugu Ming" and did not dare to make a mistake.

In such a scene, anyone who interferes will be surrounded and killed by the masters of the ** Baidao who are present, even if they can escape today, they will inevitably be in trouble when they walk the rivers and lakes in the future.

A monk with a compassionate face lowered his head and slowly ascended the stone steps of the mountain gate of the Tianxia Society, and behind him there were two Shaolin disciples who served, one of whom was Shi Wuzun.

They weren't the first to arrive here, and the old Taoist priest of the Xuanming Temple had already walked ahead of them.

They were all people who had been in the era of the Sword Master, and this time they came here to say that they were giving face to Xiongba, but in fact, they were more to say goodbye to the rebellious figure in their memory.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Master Zhitong whispered a Buddha name, his voice was sad, as if he had thought of something sad.

The power of the Tianxia Society has developed to this point, today's Sword Saint may be tomorrow's self, but today he will send the Sword Saint, who will send him tomorrow?

Wushuang City has become a dead city, like many gangs that once fell under the banner of the Tianxia Society, and there are graves everywhere.

Master Zhitong suddenly felt that after he returned, he should recite some sutras for those who died in vain, and at the same time pray for those who were about to die in vain, wishing them a place free from strife in the next life.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Shakwuzun and another novice repeated this Buddha name in a low voice, and I wonder if they were just repeating the words and tone of the old monk or if they also thought of this far-reaching question?

"Old monk, move faster, I've been waiting for you for a long time. The Taoist of the Xuanming Temple on the stone steps suddenly turned his head and said, but his turn of his head made the novice behind Master Zhitong snort in a low voice.

There was no him, but this person described it as vicious, with more than a dozen scars painted horizontally and vertically on half of his face, while the other half of his face was very delicate, and the contrast between ugliness and beauty formed a strong contrast, which surprised Na Shami.

"Brother Impermanence, it's been a long time. Master Zhitong smiled indifferently, and he didn't see how his feet moved, and the whole person floated up and landed gently beside that person.

It was such a subtle action that fell in the eyes of the Taoist, but it made the latter's pupils shrink, and he smiled and said: "Old monk, you have been the host for so many years, and you have said that your martial arts are going to regress, and today I saw that your kung fu did not fall, very good, very good!"

The impermanence Taoist originally had an ugly face, and this smile was even more hideous, and the scars on half of his face were squeezed together.

Master Zhitong also responded with a smile, his lips moved, but he didn't make a sound.

Naturally, others can't hear his voice, this is the kung fu of "transmitting sound into the secret", Shi Wuzun can see it, and hurriedly go to the side to greet other people passing by, trying not to let them have time to disturb Master Zhitong.

"Brother Impermanence, don't do anything stupid. These are the words spoken by Master Zhitong.

"It's not stupid, and you want to do it, so you don't have to persuade me. And I'm going to urge you to do it with me. Half of his face is defective, and there is no trace of this method at this time, I think it is his clever use of the advantage of "half a face".

"Brother Impermanence, stay alive, there are still descendants in Wushuang City, he needs your help even more. Master Zhitong said.

"Dugu Ming has always been unable to support him, and the Sword Saint had a great grace to me in the past, if it weren't for him, the life of the old Taoist would have been sent to the hands of the 'Tianchi Twelve Evils', and I will kill the male tyrant if I say anything today." Moreover, look at the world today, today's weak male dominates to win, is there still a place for you and me on the rivers and lakes?"

After speaking, he brushed his sleeves away, and there was a great taste of "the wind is sluggish and the water is cold".

Master Zhitong looked at his back, clasped his hands together, and prayed silently in his mouth. When Shi Wuzun looked over, he keenly noticed the sparkle in Master Zhitong's eyes.

"Uncle Shi......" Shi Wuzun understood what Master Zhitong was thinking at this time, but he hated his strength for not being strong enough to share Shaolin's worries.

"Alas......" Master Zhitong sighed and continued to climb up the stone steps, but he didn't perform any more light skills, as if he deliberately wanted to arrive at the lobby of the Tianxia Association later, as if this would delay the occurrence of something he didn't want to see.

It was a gloomy day, and the air around me smelled of the remains of straw that had burned in the fields during the autumn harvest.

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The world will be outside the mountain gate, far away from the guard's field of vision.

"Uncle. "Mo Xie arrived early, and by the way, he also brought Nie Feng and a group of diehards from Wushuang City. At this time, he saluted to the Sword Saint, but what surprised him slightly was that unlike the original book, the Sword Saint was not alone at this time.

Beside him stood a martial arts man wearing a hood and a mask, wearing a set of light armor with a very stylish shape. This style is new in recent years, and it is highly regarded by martial arts people in the northwest, and such an outfit can increase their survival rate in the mountains and wilderness without being too bulky.

However, Mo Xie felt that the whole person was not simple, there was a power in this person, which made Mo Xie's spiritual power tentacles stretched out towards him unapproachable.

"What a fierce sword aura!" Mo Xie judged the nature of this power, and immediately had a guess about the identity of this person.

At that time, the only one who could stand side by side with the Sword Saint was Nameless.

"I've seen my seniors. Mo Ye bowed to Nameless.

"Not bad, not bad. Nameless was also looking at him when Mo Ye was looking at Nameless, "Old friend, you're right. ”

The second half of the sentence was obviously said to the Sword Saint, but it made Mo Xie confused.

"Not bad" definitely refers to Mo Ye, but Mo Ye doesn't know what is good about him.

Under the nameless gaze, Mo Ye only felt that he was naked, and there was no trace of secrets on his body, this feeling was really not very comfortable, and he returned to the "Dragon Bloodline Transformation Laboratory" of the pit father.

"I don't know what the seniors call it?" Mo Xie exchanged glances with the Sword Saint, and the latter acquiesced to his question, but he definitely didn't want him to ask this.

"Ha, you already have the answer in your heart, why do you need to ask again?" The eyes under the nameless mask turned from fierce to gentle, judging the two of them before and after, and there was also a smile in his voice, Mo Xie knew that the other party had eliminated his vigilance against himself.

"Please also ask the seniors to wait here, and the little nephew will clear the field first. ”

A large group of people gathered here for most of the day, and the guards of the Tianxia Association were also aware of it, and at this time, Mo Xie had already sensed that there were helpers from the Tianxia Association approaching behind him, which was quite a bit unkind. If it was Dugu Ming in the past, I am afraid that the first thing he thought of was to report the name of Wushuang City, and then he was "invited" into the lobby of the Tianxia Association and sat in a specially arranged position. But at this time, it was Mo Ye who was standing here, and he decided to accept the points that were sent to the door. (In the tasks promulgated by the Holy Scriptures, one member of the Commonwealth Association is worth 10 points.) ）

Mo Ye waved his hand, motioning for Nie Feng to stay, and then took five henchmen and floated away in the direction that the Tianxia Association would help the crowd around.

He deliberately controlled his starting style and floating height to the normal level in the eyes of the people in the rivers and lakes, so as not to see something without a name.