Thinking of this, the scholar broke out in a cold sweat: "They trapped us, they must be completely sure to deal with Poseidon, and now it's troublesome." ”

The sword maniac hated that iron could not become steel and blew bubbles: "Although your swordsmanship is better than mine, but when it is my turn to IQ, I will throw you 108,000 miles, and you will step into it knowing that it is a trap, should I say that you are stupid, or that you are stupid, or that you are stupid?" ”

"I'll go, sword maniac, don't think that Lao Tzu can't clean you up in the formation."

The scholar was annoyed and angry, blushing and arguing: "It's me who is careless, but the problem now is not the time to be held responsible, if you have a way, hurry up and find a way, don't be so crooked here, Lao Tzu is in an extremely unhappy mood now, don't make me angry." ”

"Ya, you and I are afraid of you, I really think that the swordsmanship is a little stronger than me, so I will take the village chief as a cadre, the trap was stepped in by you, and you have the ability to break it."

The sword maniac rolled his eyes impatiently.

"Boy, if you give you three points of color, you will open a dyeing workshop, come on, come on, my scholar uncle will not teach you a good lesson today, you really think of yourself as a big man, look at the sword."

The scholar jumped up in a rage and slashed at the sword maniac.

"Damn, you're really, you... You... You dare to destroy my hairstyle, I fought with you. ”

The sword was caught off guard, and a strand of hair was cut off, which made him jump like thunder, and immediately drew his sword to face each other, and the two fought in the formation.

Within a hundred meters outside the formation, five black-clothed masked men stood in five wonderful directions, happily watching the two draw their swords and face each other.

One of the masked men flattered the black-clothed masked woman standing beside her with a graceful figure standing with her hands in her hands:

"Holy Maiden, they are just two fools, why waste a formation map, the Holy Maiden is enough to kill them."

The woman in black frowned and watched the two fight, with a hint of doubt between her eyebrows:

"They don't seem to be as powerful as they are rumored, how can they kill our puppet forces to the ground, and they have no ability to resist."

The masked man sneered: "Those guys will blindly exaggerate each other's abilities, just to make excuses for their incompetence." ”

"Don't take the enemy lightly, since these two people can kill the high-level of the ruling mercenary legion, they must not be ordinary people, you need to move the formation carefully, don't let them break out of the formation and ruin the plan of my Demon God Palace."

The woman in black's voice was cold, but with unquestionable majesty.

"It's the Holy Maiden."

The black-clothed masked man stepped on the ripples of the formation under his feet, maintaining the operation of the formation, but a trace of disapproval flashed in his eyes.

The black-clothed saint looked at it for a long time, and saw that although the swordsmanship of the scholar and the sword maniac was exquisite, they did not have too surprising killing moves.

Shaking his head in disappointment, a tall figure as a pine appeared in his mind, and he sighed secretly in his heart, when it comes to swordsmanship, who can compare to him.

I lost my mind for a while, and suddenly felt that I was in a hurry, except for that person, the world was so big, and no one could be seen by myself anymore.

"You stay here to maintain the formation, be sure to trap them until noon tomorrow, I'll go first."

Without waiting for the masked man to speak, he turned around and took a step, disappearing in an instant.

The black-clothed masked man glanced at him enviously and muttered, "When will I be qualified to learn this kind of inch-shrinking mastery?" ”

But he didn't notice that the scholar and the sword maniac who were fighting in the formation showed a trace of essence in their eyes, and a hint of a playful smile appeared on the corner of their mouths.

The black-clothed masked people were a little negligent, the scholar and the sword maniac were both people with flawless sword hearts, although they couldn't see through this trapped formation, they could hear their conversation through the formation.

With this, they have already determined one formation, but they still have to continue acting, and after determining five formations, they will be able to break the formation in one fell swoop.

Based on their observation of the black-clothed masked man, this guy seemed to be coming out of the Demon God Palace for the first time, and his tone was arrogant and arrogant in his contempt for everything, and he still seemed to be a talker.

I believe that with the fake fight between the two, this guy will definitely be boring and take it lightly.

Swordsmen have always been the most patient group, so the two scolded each other, and the fight became more and more intense.

Sure enough, when the moon was on the branches, the black-clothed masked man finally couldn't help it and began to chat with the other four masked men out of boredom.

The scholar and the sword maniac looked at each other and smiled, and the sword in the sword maniac's hand was sheng, and five sword flowers were shaken out with lightning speed, stabbing at five points in the air.

With a 'click', the sound of glass breaking came, and the formation broke.

The black-clothed masked man was shocked, and before he could react to what was going on, a round sword flashed......

With a "poof", the five men in black covered their throats, with confusion in their eyes, and died.

The sword maniac said with some disgust: "How much is left alive." ”

"You can't stay, you have to kill them with a sword, otherwise let them pass the news back, I'm afraid this mysterious Demon God Palace will be hidden again."

The scholar reached out and picked up a black electronic device with a button from a man in black.

The sword's crazy eyes flashed, and he said ashamedly: "You're right, if you hadn't started quickly, this guy would have pressed the button." ”

"This should be their communication tool, bring it back to Su Zhe, this kid."

The scholar happily put the electronic device into the ring on his hand.

The sword maniac glanced at the ring, his face was full of pain, and his eyes flashed with reluctance.

The scholar saw his expression in his eyes, and said smugly: "This is what you lost to me, don't want to take it back." ”

Jian Madness snorted coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "This ring of mine was given by the elders of my family, and now it is just for you to keep it temporarily, and I will definitely take it out one day." ”

The scholar smiled and said, "Then I'll talk about it when you win." ”

Seeing the twitching appearance of the corners of the sword maniac's mouth, the scholar raised his eyebrows and said temptingly:

"Sword Maniac, you tell me how to get to the Martial God Palace, and I'll give you back this storage ring, okay? When I go to the Martial God Palace, I'll rob someone else's. ”

"Scholar, I won't tell you how to go to the Martial God Palace for your own good, although your swordsmanship is good, but if you really go to the Martial God Palace, I guarantee that you won't even survive for a day."

The sword maniac looked more serious than he had ever been.

", your swordsmanship is not as good as mine, you can live well if you go, why should I turn into ashes if I go?"

The scholar was furious and retorted unconvinced.

The sword maniac seemed to remember a lot of bad memories, and said with a gloomy face:

"I didn't mean to look down on you, but the Martial God Palace is really not as simple as you think, it is a world where the strong are respected, and it is particularly xenophobic, all the original inhabitants of the Martial God Palace will be hunted down to death, I can live there because I have the protection of my family, even so, I ......"

"What are you?" The scholar was listening with relish, but the sword maniac suddenly stopped talking.

"Forget it, you better dispel that unrealistic thought, the affairs of the Martial God Palace are strictly forbidden to be spread outside, and when I left, I made an oath that I would never divulge anything about it, although I didn't know much."

The sword maniac shook his head solemnly, there were too many unknown secrets in the Martial God Palace, and he really didn't know much, and said self-deprecatingly:

"Scholar, we are also friends, I really don't want to watch you die, the strong people of the Martial God Palace are like clouds, my level can only be regarded as medium there, and my luck is a little bad, just touch a strong man and flick his little finger to destroy me."

The scholar changed his color, "Is it really that strong?" ”

"Of course, at a level like me, I am not allowed to go out at all, otherwise I may be destroyed by someone at that moment, even if my family can dominate on one side, but in the Martial God Palace, I am also walking on thin ice, holding my tail between my legs, after all, there are too many strong people who can't afford to offend, if it weren't for the changes in the family back then, I wouldn't have left there and come to this world."

The sword maniac had a look of remembrance on his face, but there was a trace of undetectable pain hidden in his expression, if he hadn't become good friends with the scholar, he wouldn't have persuaded him bitterly.

If the most powerful top powerhouses were still there, the Martial God Palace should be a cultivator's paradise, but it was a pity that those powerhouses had been missing for many years......

The Martial God Palace is a place where the strong are respected, and similarly, it is also the tomb of the weak, where there is no law, no constraints, and it is a place of chaos and disorder.

When the street doesn't agree with each other, no one cares about it, there, whoever has the biggest fist is the boss, and if you don't have the strength, you can only live without dignity, otherwise, you will kill yourself.

Hearing this, the scholar's face added a trace of solemnity, but his eyes shone brightly, and he longed for the Martial God Palace even more.

Chaos and disorder are the places that scholars yearn for, and only in that unscrupulous environment can they sharpen their sword hearts.

The sword is a killing soldier, and the swordsman should be in the killing to grow.

In the human world, there are too many constraints, even if you kill, you can't meet too strong opponents, and without strong pressure, swordsmanship can't break through at all.

For proud scholars, slaughtering ordinary people does not play the slightest role in sharpening, and only comprehending the sword intent between life and death is the cultivation method of the swordsman.

The Martial God Palace is the paradise he yearns for, and it is the soil suitable for the swordsman to survive.

Seeing the scholar's eyes shining, the sword maniac shook his head secretly, perhaps, the scholar's temperament is more suitable for sword cultivation.

I am still too soft-hearted and have too many fetters to take the ruthless kendo, but how difficult it is to create my own sentient kendo.

When I left the Martial God Palace, I still vividly remembered the pride of planning to create my own kendo, but the years passed like a white horse, and the dream of being young and frivolous seemed to be a joke at this moment.

Create your own kendo? He laughed self-deprecatingly, it was just an ignorant dream when he was young and ignorant.

Only after years of precipitation can I know how ridiculous the original idea was.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go and support Poseidon, Su Zhe, this kid, has appeared so specially, it's really boring, can't we wait for us to kill all sides and then make a gorgeous appearance?"

After the scholar finished breathing, he stood up, and when he saw that the sword maniac was in a bad mood, he laughed and said.

"It's like, this guy can't make us have fun every time."

The sword mania has cultivated the sword for decades, not to mention how strong the swordsmanship is, but the heart is very accessible, and the frustrated thoughts are just fleeting.

During this time, I was with the scholar while killing people, and at the same time exchanging experiences with each other, I felt that there was a lot of progress in swordsmanship.

At this moment, he was aroused by the scholar's fighting spirit, and his heroism of going to the end of the world with a sword made him quickly forget the difficulty of creating his own kendo.

But he didn't know that he inadvertently met the prerequisites for creating his own kendo, and only his understanding of kendo reached a certain level.

Absorb the strengths of hundreds of schools, take their essence to remove their badness, and add their own understanding of kendo, so that they can hope to create their own kendo.

Two white figures rose up and rushed in the direction of Mount Fuji, leaving only five dead bodies of men in black in their place.