The Huashan Mountains stretch for tens of thousands of miles, boundless, as far as the eye can see, a piece of green, and the mountains are full of big trees. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

One of the highest peaks, there are nine thousand meters, the white mist is steaming, the clouds are swirling, very majestic, there are countless thousands of palaces in the mountain, the sound of Miao Miao's chanting is transmitted from the top of the mountain, deafening, the surrounding is purple and sky-high, very sacred, this is the first mountain of Cangfu, Huashan.

On the side of the mountainside of Huashan, there is a pure land, the clear and beautiful is abnormal, the mountains and rivers depend on each other, there is a heavenly pond in it, the dragon spring is bubbling, the fairy breath is thin, the rui beast is presented, the jade belt surrounds the mountain, like a rare fairy land.

Yang Han strolled from Shuiyun City, and after coming to the foot of the mountain, he found that there was a very wide river channel, flowing down from the top of Huashan Mountain, like a silver dragon, winding down.

The water is crystal clear, the bottom is paved with colorful pebbles, and a white mist rises from the water.

Yang Han's eyes froze, carefully observing this trace of white mist, and then a trace of surprise flashed on his face, this is not an ordinary water mist, but the spirit of the earth that rises from the underground dragon vein, which is very rare.

"What a magnificent place."

Yang Han sighed, and then slowly walked up the mountain along the river, heading towards Tianchi. As it got closer and closer to Tianchi, the surroundings were no longer deserted, and they suddenly became lively, and there were divine rainbows flying in the sky from time to time, and there were many people, almost all of them were extremely young cultivators.

Looming, not far ahead, there is a lake with a radius of 100 miles, that is the famous Tianchi in the north, the lake water is turquoise, crystal clear, like a pearl of the fairy world, falling here, a wisp of sacred auspicious breath, steaming from the lake, turning into a real dragon, white tiger, fire phoenix and other beasts, soaring into the void.

Around Tianchi, there are many figures, and it does not look crowded at all, on the contrary, it is too vast and looks empty.

Yang Han quickened his pace, and in a few flickeres of his body, he came to the top, and there were juniors everywhere, talking about it, and at the same time, there were figures flying in the sky from time to time.

The five-color divine light pierced the sky, a warship flew in, Ruicai Wandao, falling from the sky, there was a powerful divine power fluctuating, falling on the edge of the heavenly pool, the crowd suddenly made a noise, and important people came.

The heroes of the Huashan Sword Sect and the Xuantian Pavilion have arrived.

With the opening of the door of the ship, several people came down from the inside one after another, all of them were heroic and heroic, especially the two people who were headed, a man and a woman.

The man was dressed in brocade clothes, with a smile on his face, and his whole body was shining with dazzling light, which was very eye-catching, he was the leader of the new generation of disciples of Xuantian Pavilion, called Situ Ming.

And the woman was dressed in white, spotless, her long hair fell to her waist, she was holding an ancient sword in her hand, and the terrifying sword aura emanated from it at will, she was also the leader of the new generation of the Huashan Sword School, a natural swordsman, called Ye Jingxian, as the name suggests, a sword shocking immortal, enough to see her terrifying talent.

"Situ Ming and Ye Jingxian have arrived, and looking at their cultivation, it seems that they have improved again."

"The Huashan Sword Sect and the Xuantian Pavilion really deserve to be the overlords of ten thousand years, and the disciples they have cultivated are really too powerful."

……

The people around them talked a lot, like the stars and the moon, and surrounded the two of them together.

"Boom"

After a while, there was an earthquake in the distance, which was very slight at first, but as time passed, the sound of the tremor became louder and louder, and soon a fierce beast as huge as a small mountain appeared in everyone's eyes.

This fierce beast is shaped like an elephant, but the hair on its body is like gold, golden, dazzling, and behind it stands a young man, wearing a white Jianyuanmen robe, thick black hair hanging down, thick eyebrows and big eyes, burly, eyes are bright, exuding a breathtaking brilliance, like a magic lamp burning.

The blood on his body was too majestic, rushing into the sky, enveloping the sun and the moon, so far away, he could feel the amazing heat, like a true dragon in the shape of a human being.

"Chief disciple of the Sword Yuan Sect, Long Jun."

When everyone saw this figure, there was a commotion, some admirers and some jealous.

The name of Longjun, in this year, is too loud, not only on the frontline battlefield of the sect, killing countless enemies, many elders and generations, all died under his sword, but also led the disciples of the Sword Yuan Sect to defeat all walks of life, Luoxia Sword Sect, Sword Mountain, Xuantian Pavilion, Sword Valley, and even Huashan Sword Sect, all of them pushed all the way to the past, winning consecutive battles, and achieving the myth of undefeated.

Long Jun has become the king of the new generation, comparable to the original full moon and suppressed his peers.

"Longjun, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Situ Ming of Xuantian Pavilion watched Long Jun jump down from the giant beast, and said with a cold look in his eyes.

Now the coalition army of the Sword Yuan Sect is marching into the west and fighting fiercely with Xuantian Pavilion, and Long Jun's hands are stained with the blood of too many Xuantian Pavilion disciples, and many elders have fallen into his hands, this revenge must be avenged.

"Situ Ming? I've been shrinking before, and now I'm finally willing to come out to fight? Long Jun said very domineeringly.

"Hmph, don't think that if you have cultivated the incomplete True Dragon Treasure Technique, you think that you can be invincible in the world, if it weren't for my Xuantian Pavilion's Zi Yunxiao Senior Brother leaving Cangfu, how could it be your turn to be rampant? One hand can cut you off. Situ Ming snorted coldly.

"Ziyunxiao, the full moon in the sky, Gu Chen, etc., all belong to the predecessors, and they are already an ancestor, isn't it ridiculous for you to compare them with me?"

"Besides, in the original reincarnation sea blood battle, in front of my master Yang Han, what is your Xuantian Pavilion's Ziyunxiao? Even one of the ancestors can be killed, the previous generation of your Xuantian Pavilion was suppressed by my Sword Yuan Sect, and now the younger generation, you can't make waves either. ”

Long Jun walked slowly, and his fighting spirit rushed into the sky. He and his master have suppressed two generations, and this glory is incomparably brilliant.

"Hubris, hubris.

Situ Ming was furious, the divine power in his body rushed up, and he killed Long Jun in the past, turning his palm into fingers, his fingertips were wrapped with amazing runes, and the power of the blue mysteries was amazing.

"Let your chief disciple of Xuantian Pavilion come out, although you are a core disciple and ranked high, you are not qualified enough."

Long Jun stood still, waiting for Situ Ming to rush closer, and then waved his right palm towards the rune-wrapped palm finger.

"Smack!

The sound was very loud, like a thunderclap exploding, spreading all over the Tianchi, the two palms struck, shaking out water-blue ripples, and the blue halo fluttered like a tulle, submerging it.

"Amazing, Long Jun and Situ Ming really deserve to be top geniuses, and they can send out such terrifying fluctuations of divine power when they fight at will."

"Situ Ming will definitely lose, but Long Jun will also pay a certain price for victory."

A lot of people were amazed.

However, when the blue mist of divine power dispersed, everyone froze, opened their mouths, and swallowed back the words that followed.

In the center of the field, Long Jun's long sleeves fluttered, hazy, and stood there calmly, while Situ Ming's face was pale, and he withdrew far away, his entire right palm was deformed, and he was not in shape, and a little blood bead fell to the ground.

"How is this possible? The strength of the two people is so different? ”