"Zhang Xingkong, as long as you hand over the sword of the royal weapon and lead your disciples to leave Zhongnan Mountain, we will let you wait!"

In the fierce battle, Yun Mojiang shouted.

Zhang Xingkong smiled miserably: "Yunmojiang, do you think Zhang is a three-year-old child? Today's battle will not be suspended until death." ”

"Okay, since you don't know how to advance or retreat, then don't blame us for being polite. ”

Yunmo Jiang said loudly.

When he made words to persuade him, he had bad intentions, and he just talked about "letting go of the horse". Cut the grass and eradicate the roots, now that the situation is very good, how can the other party be allowed to leave alive.

"Ouch, it seems that you are very polite to attack Zhongnan Mountain. ”

Suddenly, an old voice rang in my ears.

Caught off guard, everyone was taken aback, and couldn't help but look up, and saw an old man standing on the stone road at some point, his eyes slightly squinted, looking at the white-hot battle situation below.

When did he stand there?

Yun Mojiang and the others were stunned in their hearts, and they were secretly vigilant.

Several of them are martial artists at the high level of the qi path, even in the fierce battle, they can see the six paths, listen to the eight directions, and see some very slight movements in the outside world. But now there are suddenly more people next to them, and they don't notice it, what does this mean?

Soon, they recognized that the other party was the strange old man who appeared unexpectedly during the decisive battle between Liang Qiufeng and Pan Dongliu.

The first time the old man appeared, and then Liang Qiufeng seemed to be a different person, and in a short period of time, he even got a glimpse of the true meaning of the sword, so as to kill Pan Dongliu on the spot;

At that time, people did not associate the two, but when Liang Qiufeng had an unexpected understanding when he was in battle, his combat power was bursting. For the old man, he even laughed loudly, thinking that he was a fool or a madman or something like that.

But now. The old man reappeared, and so strangely. It looks very different from the first time. But where the difference is, I can't see it for a while.

Such a strange thing has never been encountered before.

At this time, the remnants of the Sword Mansion retreated one after another, and finally converged at a pass, all with blood on their bodies, leaning on each other. Face your enemies with a sword.

Everyone knows that today's battle will not be spared, but it has inspired a vigorous fighting spirit, even if he dies, he must pull the enemy's back.

Right now. The old man appeared, quietly passing through the mountain road behind, as if everyone did not exist.

He stepped out and walked ahead of the crowd, alone facing hundreds of foreign enemies. He didn't have a sword in his hand, and his back was slightly hunched. This is a stark contrast to the current situation.

Zhang Xing moved hollowly. Suddenly, a trick forced the three of them back, and then they retreated, wanting to stand with a group of Sword Mansion personnel.

Yun Mojiang shouted: "Where to go?"

The figure rushed like lightning and blasted out with a palm.

"Get out!"

The old man is faster. He went up and stretched out his wrinkled, old pine bark-like hand.

Boom!

Yun Mojiang opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and the person fell backwards like a kite with a broken string. Shocked yelled, "What?"

Taking advantage of the gap, Zhang Xingkong was able to get out. At this point. He recognized the old man's extraordinaryness, and immediately knelt on the ground: "The Sword Mansion advocates emptiness, and knocks on the seniors of the master." ”

For a while, I didn't know what to call it, so I simply called it "Senior Teacher".

As soon as he knelt, the other members of the Sword Mansion knelt down one after another.

The old man looked at Zhang Xingkong and shook his head: "Don't be angry." ”

Immediately, the waist board straightened, and the momentum of the whole person changed awe-inspiringly. The momentum is rolling, like a big river, the momentum is deep, like an abyss, and the momentum is magnificent, like the sea.

Martial King, this is the breath power that only Martial King can have.

He didn't have a sword with him, but he stood here, a peerless sword!

When this aura was vigorous, the martial artists of the sect who were still ready to move immediately opened their eyes in shock, full of incredulous expressions.

Martial King, how is it possible?

How could there still be a master of the Zài Martial King level in the Zhongnan Sword Mansion?

The Warrior King of the Wasteland has long been a foregone conclusion.

It's not that there has been no martial king in the history of the wasteland, when its dragon vein is not broken, and the vitality of heaven and earth is strong, the wasteland is also a place of outstanding people, and there are many talents. It's just that after the epic battle five hundred years ago, the dragon veins were shattered, and the vitality of heaven and earth changed drastically, and then slowly declined.

After this great change, many large sects in the wasteland have migrated and fled to other places. The old forces, except for the Zhongnan Sword Mansion, are almost all gone.

This is also the main reason why the talents in the wasteland are withering and the sects are sparse.

The big sect moved away, and with it, many martial arts masters left. Among them, there are warrior king-level figures, as well as some warriors of quasi-martial kings. They knew very well that if they continued to stay in the Wasteland, it would be difficult for them to make any breakthroughs in cultivation, and only by leaving and going to other continents could they get the opportunity to meet them.

Over time, there will be no more martial kings in the barren continent.

This statement has been said for hundreds of years, and it is deeply popular and unquestionable.

However, what is the matter with the sudden appearance of an old guy with the strength of a martial king now? If he has been in the Zhongnan Sword Mansion and is a veteran of the Sword Mansion, why has he watched the Sword Mansion suffer calamities and encounter many hardships for many years, but he has not moved and said nothing?

It's simply illogical.

It's just that now such a big person is really standing in front, flesh and blood, and he slapped Yunmojiang away with one palm, no matter how illogical it is, there is no way to deny this fact.

Su Youlong and Chu Ge glanced at each other, and they both saw the fear in each other's hearts. The footsteps of the two involuntarily retreated.

Not only them, but hundreds of other warriors were all frightened and slowly retreated downward. A feeling called fear permeated the crowd and could not be suppressed.

King Wu, the king of martial arts, the king of one side.

Such a character can kill a master of the qi level with a single move, such as Jindao and the like, even more like an ant, and he will die with one foot.

"Damn, if we had known that there was a king in the Zhongnan Sword Mansion, we shouldn't have come......"

"Nonsense, definitely coming. But instead of coming with the three major sects, he came to help the Sword Mansion kill the enemy. ”

"Woo woo, how is this good, the martial king is angry, and there are hundreds of corpses, now we are dead......"

The many small sect martial artists who accompanied him were all repentant, and they cursed the three major sects to death. If it weren't for the other party's instigation, how could one side dare to attack Zhongnan Mountain? Thinking that following the big head would be able to get a piece of the pie, but now it seems that if it can't get a piece of the pie, it is estimated that it will choke to death.

The Tiandu Gate that was killed by the sky!

The short-lived Sands Gang!

Looking for the blood knife that was drawn!

I scolded in my heart.

At this time, Yun Mojiang stood up, and he was shocked in a row, facing the old man who hit the bell, he couldn't help but stutter a little when he had always talked fluently: "Before, senior, you, you ......"

I really don't know how to say it.

The old man who hit the bell glanced at him and suddenly said, "Say, what do you think?"

Idea?

Yun Mojiang was a spirit, and seemed to see a glimmer of life, and immediately said: "This time we will attack Nanshan, because we are blinded by lard, and we are not ......."

The old man raised his hand and interrupted him: "I just want to get justice." ”

Yun Mojiang's expression was more ugly than crying: "What do you mean by that senior?"

The old man who hit the bell said leisurely: "First, you will immediately roll down Zhongnan Mountain; second, the next justice depends on how much your sincerity can reach." ”

After a pause, he said, "If you want to leave the wasteland, I don't care. ”

Yun Mojiang and the others hurriedly said, "Don't dare, don't dare." ”

"Get out!"

Hearing this, a group of warriors turned around and rushed down Zhongnan Mountain, looking at each other gloomily.

"Senior teacher, just let them go?"

Zhang Xingkong was quite unwilling.

The old man who hit the bell said indifferently: "I have a reason, now that the mountains are full of devastation, you should order someone to clean it up first." ”

Zhang Xing was hollow: "Okay." ”

Immediately give orders and order someone to clean up the mess.

After this battle, there were countless casualties, and the quiet Zhongnan Mountain, which was quiet, was bloody, and it was extraordinarily evil.

However, it was said that Yunmojiang and others would not dare to stop until they withdrew from the Zhongnan Mountain range dozens of miles away, and the three of them came together to discuss:

Su Youlong suddenly said, "It's strange, why did he let us go so lightly?"

Chu Yangge's eyes flickered: "Could it be that he, the Martial King, is making a false noise, and maybe there is another hidden illness in his body, so he has to let us go?"

Yun Mojiang said: "If you are not willing to fail, it is a big deal to turn around and kill back?"

The two were silent, glanced at each other, and sighed.

They never dared.

Besides, Yun Mojiang was slapped with a palm and flew out more than ten zhang away, vomiting blood and being injured is always an indisputable fact, who dares to turn around and go back to try again?

Don't forget, the old guy didn't even have a sword.

Half a salary, Su Youlong broke the silence: "In this way, we must show enough sincerity." Brother Yun, what are you going to compensate Tiandumen?"

Yun Mojiang's eyes were confused, and he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

They were strong and strong, and they just seized the excuse that Gao Beihe was killed and killed Zhongnan Mountain. Thinking that this time he could finally get what he wanted, and drove the Sword Mansion to extermination, but unexpectedly, a martial king suddenly appeared. Turn the whole situation around with one hand.

After this time, he was disgraced, lost all face, and lost a genius disciple.

Thinking of his beloved disciple who was killed, his heart was dripping blood.

However, this matter is far from over, and I don't know how much trouble I will go through in the future. However, he is not a pig or sheep to be slaughtered, and it seems that when the necessary moment comes, he must ask that person to come out.

When he thought of that person, Yun Mojiang's spirit was lifted, and his face reappeared.

However, it was said that the Tianbao merchants represented by Tie Zhong, they came to wait at the foot of the mountain to watch the movement, and they were listening to the sound of killing on the mountain, and the fall of the Sword Mansion was imminent, and they were feeling sorry for the obsessed Liang Qiufeng. I didn't know that it didn't take long for Yun Mojiang and the others to retreat in a panic, not daring to linger for a moment, and leaving in a panic.

It's really strange, and what's even stranger is that it looks like they're defeated.

Tie Zhong was puzzled, and after a moment of silence, he decided to go up the mountain and find out.