In the main hall at the highest point of the Nightless Mountain, an old man from the Julou sat on the throne of the god in the deepest and highest place, looking out of the hall with old and deep eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Looks like you're ready." A voice came from outside the main hall, very calm, undisturbed, and more powerful.

"I wasn't prepared, it was his own choice." The head of the sect said.

"I miscalculated." The voice said.

"What exactly do you want to do?" The gaze of the master became more and more profound, and there was some unclear meaning.

"I'm here today to hope you don't leave this mountain." The man said.

The wrinkles on the old face of the Master seemed to have deepened, and he said, "It doesn't make sense. ”

"It's too late, you put those children into that world, but you just want to cover up, who else can you deceive except yourself, and you know the news over there in the South China Sea better than me, Master Zhang, don't be confused." The man was a little sarcastic, but also a little dignified.

"Looks like you know a lot." The master let out a meaningless sigh. "Why don't you leave with these secrets."

"Hahahaha." The man laughed as if he had heard something extremely funny, and he said, "You and Chiming are connected to the people of the world, and their words and deeds are reasonable, but have you ever thought that you are also one of the people, and when you are in it, how do you know the beauty outside it?" ”

"Boss, you're old, but why don't you just leave?"

The master looked out of the hall, his vast and deep eyes were not shocked, he was silent, and the hall was quiet for a long time.

"You go."

……

In the sky, the man in Tsing Yi covered his lips with the back of his hand, coughing even more violently.

The exposed muscles of the stout man's body trembled slightly, the leather cords on his fists were slightly cracked, and his face was cold and indifferent.

A little farther away, the man in the gray cloak had several clearly visible fist prints, and he remained quiet.

The man's fist clenched again, and the leather cord on his fist seemed to be about to break, but in an instant, his fist came to the front of the gray cloaked man.

The gray cloak was blown by the breeze, and a majestic vitality burst out from his body, and in another instant, he came to the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi was not coughing, his face was slightly condensed, and his sleeves waved, which also contained great power.

Those people on the ground were extremely shocked to see this battle that will surely go down in history, and their hearts were full of emotion.

On the wall of Dayang City not far away, there was a middle-aged man, dressed in a yellow robe, on which the dragon soared for nine days, he looked at the front with a solemn face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Beside him, a tall man in gold armor stood quietly with a spear in his hand, also looking ahead, his expression was very calm, but there was still a trace of excitement and fighting intent in his eyes.

The yellow-robed man glanced back at him and said helplessly, "Lei, I know that you want to go too, but think about it, if you go, what will I do, what will I do in Dayang City?" What about Yangguo? We will be the target of public criticism. ”

The man in gold armor knelt on one knee, his forehead drooping slightly, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Wechen doesn't dare."

His Majesty the Emperor shook his head slightly, sighed, and said, "Look, this matter won't end like this." ”

……

The battle in the sky was extremely fierce, and the battle of the three peerless powerhouses, no one could interfere, and no one could distract them.

No one noticed that in the sky at the top of the Black Mountain, a white paper floated down, the white paper was only about the size of a square copper mirror, it was the same color as the white clouds in the sky, it was so unobtrusive.

A man was drawn on the white paper, his face could not be seen clearly, and it was silently falling downward, falling towards the black mountain.

The white paper is getting closer and closer to the Black Mountain, the person on the paper becomes clearer, the white paper keeps rising and falling, and the person jumps out of the paper.

On the ground, the young scholar's face changed slightly.

The man carrying the gun frowned coldly, and his face was indifferent.

The man with the broadsword on the cliff frowned slightly, and clenched the broadsword.

The man fell on the top of the Black Mountain.

The young scholar's face changed again.

The blank paper suddenly becomes a painting, and the image in the painting is constantly changing, and finally it becomes a landscape.

The painting fell on Montenegro.

The young scholar's complexion changed for the third time.

The moment the white paper covered the Black Mountain, a flute sounded between heaven and earth at the same time.

The flute is a musical instrument, and the sound of the flute is the sound of music.

Silk and bamboo wind music and piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are a perfect match, but also a lore.

The painting trembled slightly, and the man on the top of the Black Mountain waved his hand, and the sound of the flute could no longer reach the landscape painting, and the landscape painting suddenly fell silent.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and a young scholar broke free from the shackles of the earth with a short staff in his hand, came to the man, and struck it down.

An exaggeratedly long spear was thrown out of nowhere and came in front of the man.

A large knife fell from the sky and slashed at the man.

Short staffs, spears, and broadswords are the means used by the three most powerful people here, except for the three peerless powerhouses, and the three of them join forces, even the powerhouses of the Five Realms cannot be underestimated.

The man did not underestimate either, because he recognized the origin of these three methods at the first time.

"Shakuhachi Scepter! Zhangji Divine Spear! Guan Yang knife! ”

Recognizing the origin of these three methods, he had no choice but to be solemn, but his movements were so casual and chic, waving his sleeves like chasing flies.

The landscape painting that fell on the top of the Black Mountain floated up again, appearing in front of the short staff, spear and broadsword, and suddenly, an indescribable aura diffused from the four things, inexplicable but extremely powerful.

This is also a high-level confrontation, even more remarkable than the battle of the three peerless powerhouses, because the result here is the true belonging of the Outer Stone, and in addition to the unreachable Outer Stone, there are also several real divine objects in the sky.

The Shakuhachi Divine Scepter and the Zhangji Divine Spear are both powerful divine objects, and they are the most powerful things in the world except for the Heavenly Outer Stone, which is not as powerful as the Heavenly Outer Stone, but it is also powerful and has an unfathomable power. And although the big knife is not as good as the short staff and spear, but the person who uses the big knife is going very far in the knife path, and he is a well-deserved knife master, and his knife is also not weaker than the Zhangji Divine Spear and the Shakuhachi Divine Scepter, and it has a reputation in the world.

Landscape painting and the three powerful means are only for a moment. The young scholar trembled, blood flowed from the corners of his lips, he fell to the ground weakly, the spear was like a stick, tumbling and falling in the sky, the big knife buzzed slightly, spun and flew back to the cliff, landed on the edge of the cliff, the man's face was pale like a blank piece of paper, he covered his lips and coughed violently, he looked at the big knife, the blade was already dim.

These things are very long to say, in fact, they happened in a very short period of time, and it was only a few breaths, and it was only then that the three peerless powerhouses discovered the person who jumped out of the blank paper.

The man in Tsing Yi let out a low snort between his lips, waved his big sleeves, and slapped it with a palm.

The man ignored it, because the landscape painting had fallen back on the Black Mountain, and he knew there was no time.

He planned very carefully, but the sudden appearance of the three people did delay him a lot, but it was still acceptable.

Although the three young scholars delayed for them for some time, it was still a little late.

The man in Tsing Yi slapped a palm and landed on the man's back, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, but at the same time, the black mountain disappeared in an instant, the painting turned into white paper, and a black mountain slowly emerged on the paper.

At the same time, the black mountain disappeared, a wide river appeared between heaven and earth, the green mountains on both sides of the river, as well as the clear water and blue sky, as well as the lonely boat and the big tree with ink, it is really a good scenery, a good landscape.

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