Wuxiang City, one of the three major Xiuzhen cities of the Ziqing Sect, is the throat artery to the Ziqing Sect, and the other two cities, Wuyun City and Wudong City, are horns of each other, presenting a triangle-like arch to defend the Ziqing Sect. The Purple Green Sect is in the middle of the three cities, and the entire sect is built on the top of the Purple Mountain, surrounded by the three major Xiuzhen cities, to protect the foundation of the Purple Green Sect from being damaged by outsiders, so it has been able to develop for thousands of years and become the strongest sect in the east of the Tianhua Continent.

It is the Wuxiang City known as the Oriental Strong City, the city wall is about 100 zhang high, hundreds of Ziqing Sect disciples patrol the sun and the moon to protect the normal development of Wuxiang City, there are many shops in the city, there are Dan Pharmacy, magic treasure shop, rune shop, everything, it is the largest monk trading center in the three main cities of Ziqing Sect.

Wuxiang City is very prosperous, so prosperous that it is jaw-dropping, just like a dilapidated thatched cottage in the countryside compared to the palace and palace, it is simply a death comparison!

Wuxiang City has suffered two disasters, the first time was hundreds of years ago, when the scattered cultivator who was known as the world's first sword monster did not move, holding a single pear branch, challenging the major sects everywhere, fighting to raise the war, and challenging hundreds of sects large and small in a row, none of them were defeated.

It is said that the old sword monster came to Wuxiang City, and originally planned to rest and then go to the top of the purple mountain to challenge the first divine soldier of the Ziqing Sect, the Shanhe Sword, but the Ziqing Sect thought that it was a strong sect of the five sects, and it didn't look down on the old sword monster as a loose cultivator, so he deliberately ignored the arrival of the old sword monster and rejected the old sword monster's request for challenge.

Therefore, the various monks who came to watch the battle at that time all felt that they had swept away Yaxing, thinking that the practice of the Ziqing Sect was to look down on people with dog eyes, and the old sword monster was young and vigorous at that time, where did he suffer from the cold words of the Ziqing Sect, coupled with the fanning of the flames by the monks in the city, the old sword monster was angry, and opened the city with a sword, from the west to the east of Wuxiang City, the whole city was dozens of miles long, so that he could split a chasm, and carry out the east and west, like a big river flowing through.

The old sword monster was born and fierce, single single sword, all the way to the mountain gate of the Ziqing Sect, and finally set foot on the top of the purple mountain, and the fifth Ziqing Sect Sect Sect Leader Li Yunshan, the two fought fiercely for a day, the pear flower sword against the mountain and river sword, and finally the Ziqing Sect Master was seriously injured, the Wuxiang City under the mountain was full of devastation, suffered heavy losses, and the thousand-year-old foundation in the city was destroyed in one fell swoop.

The second Wuxiang City catastrophe was a sword that broke the city of Wuxiang City ten years ago, and the two disasters were all famous old sword monsters in the world, a sword qi smashed the Baizhang city wall of Wuxiang City, and the sword qi directly crushed the century-old foundation of Wuxiang City that had just been rebuilt, and Wuxiang City, which had just relieved its breath and had not yet recovered its vitality, was destroyed again.

Hundreds of years ago, someone opened the city river with a sword, ten years ago, someone broke the city gate with a sword, and today, the old sword monster apprentice who is alone and alone with a single sword, the sword came to Wuxiang City, and he was determined to smash the mountain gate of Ziqingzong with a sword, making the master and apprentice two masterpieces and reputation all over the world!

A rolling river, surging away at the feet of Wang Yu, east and west, with the west as the source, is connected with the Jinshui River, and the Jinshui River water pours into the Wuxiang City Jiankai River, becoming an alternative scenery of Wuxiang City.

Further west of the sword hundred miles, the Ziqing Sect Mountain Gate, far away, this five-strong sect gate mountain gate, is built with sub-wood, glazed tiles and bluestone steps, constituting a magnificent mountain gate, ordinary people and loose cultivation ants, can not step into it at all, can only be dozens of miles away, tiptoe to look at or sigh red.

Today, Wang Yu traveled with the sword, and when he reached the last twenty miles, suddenly several figures flew overboard, led by a monk in the early stage of foundation building, who came to stop him angrily. Those scattered cultivators who gloated dozens of miles away, all despised this white-clothed monk who had killed himself, seeing that someone from the Ziqing Sect was coming, and it was estimated that there was a good show happening, it was a leisurely and joyless, and it was a hopeless casual cultivation, and they liked this one the most, every time someone broke into the mountain gate of the Ziqing Sect, they would spare no effort to come and watch, even if it was a feast for their eyes, they might encounter a fight like ten years ago, which made them marvel and not forget!

When people gloated from afar, and hoped that the white-clothed monk could show his skills, the white-clothed monk a few miles ahead did not disappoint the hundreds of scattered monks in the end.

I saw the white-clothed monk, with a cold expression, glanced at the flying Ziqing Sect disciple, but it was the sword that came out, and suddenly punched out, punching out, and the surrounding wind and clouds rolled upside down, and the foundation building monk who bore the brunt of the attack didn't have time to resist at all, and instantly his body hit his fist, and the blood mist burst open, becoming a dead corpse and falling to the ground.

The remaining disciples of the Ziqing Sect were all Qi condensing cultivators, and they were all shocked and retreated at this time, but the man in white who killed the Zhuji Monk raised his hand and pointed at it, and an ice dragon roared and rushed out, clean and neat, without dragging mud or water, and directly crushing all the disciples of the Ziqing Sect.

Kill Monk Tsukiki with one punch!

Kill all the disciples with one dragon!

Hundreds of casual cultivators who came to see the play, gasped, and exclaimed: "It's really a technical job, a good show!"

Killing the disciples of the Ziqing Sect who came to stop him, Wang Yu rushed to the mountain gate of the Ziqing Sect without changing his face, the Ziyan Sword buzzed under his feet, and the Ziyan Sword that merged into his cultivation, the sword qi began to breed rage, as long as he moved, he immediately smashed the Ziqing Sect!

Ten years ago, someone killed the Ziqing Sect, and they were terrified and did not dare to leave the house, and today someone killed the Ziqing Sect, which really made the disciples of the Ziqing Sect suddenly feel afraid.

"Who is he, he is just condensed and cultivated, and he dares to come to find death." Roughly seeing Wang Yu's cultivation, many people in the Ziqing Sect were relieved and did not face the fear they were as they were ten years ago, but since they could kill Zhuji with condensation, it also made them dare not be careless, and for a while, no one dared to step forward to stop them.

Wang Yu approached the Ziqing Sect, and without saying a word, the sword qi that had been nurtured for a long time suddenly rose into the sky, and in front of hundreds of Ziqing Sect disciples, a sword volley slashed down, and the surging sword qi surged, startling the disciples of the Ziqing Sect to retreat, and he was shocked in his heart that this demon white-clothed monk not only killed people ruthlessly, but also broke the mountain with a sword.

Rumble!

The mountain gate formation shook suddenly, making a clicking sound, and under Wang Yu's pressure, the sword qi suddenly doubled, and the mountain gate formation was split at once, and the entire Ziqing Sect mountain gate, all the buildings exploded, and the sword qi was chaotic, and there was no complete thing, and it was a scene full of desolation.

Watching the scattered cultivation from several miles away, they all exclaimed, ten years ago, someone broke the Wuxiang City to feast their eyes, and today someone broke the Ziqing Mountain Gate with a sword, finally making them nameless and stateless scattered cultivators, and there was a kind of regret in their hearts that they did not come in vain.

"Bold thief, who are you to dare to come to my Ziqing Sect to make trouble!" The white-haired old man with eight eyebrows, his cloak exuded anger, and he shot directly under the angry gaze, a palm that reached the sky, and suddenly slapped it down, like a big dark cloud, covering the sky and covering the day.

The white-clothed monk who did not retreat but advanced coldly smiled, a sword soared into the sky, broke straight open and slapped his palm, stabbed it out of a big hole, and under the anger and pain of the old man with eight eyebrows, he said coldly and loudly: "The only apprentice of the old sword monster, Wang Yu, who will never change his name!" ”