There is still wine in Hualou, but many literati and are very disappointed, and they are suspicious.

Is this a joke?!

In their cognition, the young master who can get such attention must be the existence of the dragon and phoenix among people.

Not to mention that Yushu is in the wind and has a lofty atmosphere, at least it has to be dignified and powerful.

is such an ordinary boy, and he is really one of the protagonists of this war.

The literati have always had a rich imagination, and they believe that this level of martial arts battle must be with a trace of romance and an artistic conception of arrogance......

The old Taoist of Zhongnanshan is somewhat in line with their imagination, and this ordinary young man just makes them shake their heads and lose their hearts.

Over there, Zhang Jun and the others were secretly trembling, and all their suspicions and confusion were all confirmed at this moment.

The rumored high-ranking young master is a young hero like Dou Zhengyang, who is respected by giant Buddha figures, and he is the Wanzhou boy they have always looked down on......

"How could it really be his ......?"

Bian Mei's face moved, her mood was complicated, and she didn't know if it was joy or other tastes.

Zhang Jun and Zhang Yang were ashamed of themselves and clenched their fists, as if they could suppress the horror and unwillingness in their hearts.

How can you be willing?!

At Bian Mei's birthday banquet that night, this Wanzhou kid was already in the limelight, leaving him far behind Haizhou Kuoshao, but he comforted himself, this was just relying on the energy of the Dou family.

But now, this last shred of comfort is invisible.

Even idiots understand that being able to ascend to the stage of life and death, and to be one of the protagonists in such a huge scene, their martial arts strength and other aspects of status and influence are completely out of reach.

"Zhang Yang, I'll press another 50,000 yuan, buy him and lose!"

Zhang Jun lowered his voice, his face was gloomy, but his eyes flashed with an indescribable color of jealousy.

When Zhang Yang and Wang Qi heard this, they just nodded, an invisible tacit understanding, prompting the pair of men and women to walk directly towards the place where the dark village was entrenched.

The so-called dark village is naturally a dealer who offers odds, and of course there are people on top of it, taking advantage of this opportunity to make some loose money.

Fifty thousand is not a small amount for a young man who is only in his third year of high school, but Zhang Jun did not hesitate at all, he wanted to use this to redeem the psychological defeat.

Zhang Jun treated this kind of big war in this way, and treated the Wanzhou teenager, and at the same time, countless eyes were watching, each with their own thoughts, and those who whispered, I don't know how many.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the young man faced the wind and walked with his hands in his hands.

"At this age, what kind of young master is it?"

Someone made a sound, not small, full of suspicion.

In this kind of scene, he is still a loud speaker, naturally he is not an ordinary person, but a martial arts person who is qualified to sit in the wooden building to watch the battle.

From the area of Longhu Mountain, he is a high-roller officially invited by the National Arts Conference, and in the place where he is entrenched, he can be regarded as having a head and a face.

This time, I paid attention to the young man who walked over, but I couldn't feel the slightest convincing breath, even if it was a master's demeanor, it was not there, such an inconspicuous young man, was really the character who was born out of nowhere and stirred up the martial arts world in Haizhou?!

I don't know how many martial arts high-rollers came from all over the world who held this idea, and even many people doubted that the organizer was poor in donkey skills, and for the sake of gimmicks, they came up with such a bad idea, so that an ordinary martial arts teenager fell victim to this grand event.

"Xu Yun!" A woman shouted, her tone full of mixed emotions.

The woman's figure is graceful, with a faint girlish atmosphere, and the mature charm of a young girl, it is Murong Qian, the English teacher of Haizhou No. 1 Middle School.

Xu Yun shouted this time, and the two girls, Bian Mei and Lin Yiyi, both trembled, yes, people have appeared, but they always give people a dreamlike feeling, unbelievable.

The young man stopped slightly, his eyes swept in the direction where Murong Qian and the others were, and in an instant, the wind rose, and the person turned into an afterimage, swept away in the sky, and landed directly on the platform of life and death.

Glancing at a small gourd hanging on the old Taoist on the stage, he opened his mouth lightly, like an old friend reminiscing, which seemed to give people a warm feeling of spring breeze, and there was no killing intent.

"A good horse with a good saddle, this kind of void magic weapon is in your hands, it's a pity!"

This is naturally not an ordinary gourd, after his divine sense swept away, he suddenly found that it was a Void gourd of okay grade.

As long as he himself transforms it, it can be called a rough version of the ring, but it's a pity that all martial arts people don't know treasures, and they destroy heavenly things and use them to raise swords!

"Haha, good boy, pretty good eyesight! But it's crazy! This is my master's treasure, I am a proud disciple of my teacher, worthy of this sword, how did it fall into your mouth, but it became a pity? Ridiculous! ”

Gu Gucheng's robe fluttered in the wind, although his eyebrows and eyes were cold, he nodded in his heart.

At least from the current point of view, this son is not a useless clown, and his eyesight in terms of magic weapons and Dao Treasures can be regarded as standing out among his peers.

"Raising a sword?" Xu Yun shook his head in his heart, glanced around at the extremely cramped platform of life and death, spit out the two words, and the true yuan condensed the sword, and slashed out.

"Here comes the sword!"

The sword was slashed, but it was not aimed at the people of the South Mountain Dao, but at the platform of life and death.

Thundered!

As soon as the loud noise started, the person had already fallen into the water, and the feet were full of water lotus, and under the gaze of countless eyes, the life and death battle platform built by the hundred-year-old giant wood suddenly appeared a huge sword mark, and it sank into the water in the blink of an eye.

A figure flashed, falling slowly in the sky, and a trace of meaning appeared in his eyes, it was the ancient lonely city.

Obviously, Xu Yun's sword that suppressed the power made this old man have a bit of fighting spirit, if it weren't for that, he didn't even want to use the final Nandao sword, he just felt that with ordinary fist martial arts, he could kill this son, and he wouldn't waste too much strength.

"The sword is the king of weapons, you don't even have a grasp of the fur, how can you raise a sword." Xu Yun shook his head slightly, stood with his hands in his hands, the water lotus rolled under his feet, and his body was mysterious, which made many martial arts spectators already breathe in cold air and admire.

Gu Gucheng is only the wind in his ears, where would he care about the words of an arrogant young man.

What he raised in the sword cultivator was the power of the Nine Emperor Thunder Sword, and the killing power was monstrous, it was himself, and he was only one of the elevenths of his essence, a stunned boy who was not a cultivator in the south of the country, talking about the sword in front of him. It can be described as laughing and generous.

You must know that in the teaching of his master, the sword qi is the lowest form mastered by the sword, and the qi turns into the momentum, which has a bit of the shape of the sword, which is called the sword potential, which is transformed into the meaning by the potential, and is above the sword potential, it is the sword intent, as for the sword intent, it is his master Zhang Zhenren who does not dare to say that it is the essence of the essence, only knows that the sword intent is above, it can be called the magic power of the sword, invincible, and beyond the mortal world.

And the sword that the young man just cut through the platform of life and death, in the eyes of this old Taoist, is insignificant, barely a sword qi power, not even a sword momentum, even if it is a martial arts master cultivation, at most it is worthy of stepping in, and it is even very likely that it is only a half-step martial arts master.

"Uncle Shi, please be ashamed of my master!"

Just when countless spectators were overwhelmed by the mysterious body techniques of the two, at the end of the lakeside hermitage, a young Taoist knelt on the ground and shouted, his eyes were about to split.

He couldn't wait to slash Xu Qingqiong with his own hands, but he was powerless, and now the master and uncle came forward for Zhongnanshan, and all the shame of the past month was released, how could he hold it.

The long-robed old Taoist who stood in the void seemed to want to observe this young opponent, and when he heard this shout, his face suddenly turned cold, and the killing intent in his eyes had risen.

The world cultivates, and the south is the crown!

How can a martial arts rookie who doesn't know the height of the sky be humiliated?!

Whether it is Tianjizi or Xu Heyun, they are all in the same line as him, one is prosperous, one is lost, and the name of the South Cultivation is not to be humiliated!

Together, the old Taoist in a long shirt blinked his breath, the lake was just a breeze, and the strong waves were already monstrous, and in less than half a breath, the monstrous strong waves not only did not fall, but instead condensed into a huge water sword of several zhang.

"Insult me to the end, be killed!"

The words fell, the breath was like a dragon, and there seemed to be some kind of rhythm between heaven and earth, which was consistent with the sword condensed by the huge waves on the water surface, sparkling in the waves, with a radius of 100 meters, and a piece of slaughter.

The giant sword is like a rainbow, magnificently slashed!

In the blink of an eye, the lake was instantly vast, the earthquake was strong, and the momentum of the sword rainbow was actually giving birth to the thunder of the Dao, which was deafening, and the several wooden buildings watching the battle three hundred meters away, many people had changed their faces, and those who got up did not know how many.

Shock! Shock!

Many non-martial arts spectators, timid people, even covered their eyes, leaving a gap, and under the huge shock, they had already imagined the miserable picture in their minds.

And many big and small Master Realm martial artists were dead silent.

With this sword, with its own strength, I am afraid that ten lives will fall on the spot, and there is no possibility of survival.

And what about the teenager?!

Rumble!

Like a giant whale sinking into the sea, after the huge sound, the giant sword split a deep water mark of dozens of meters on the surface of the lake, setting off a water wave of several meters and more than ten meters, shocking everyone's eyes.

Many people grew their mouths, and in the midst of the incredulity and great shock, they all felt that the young man was afraid that he had been buried at the bottom of the lake.

This kind of unimaginable power breath, I'm afraid that even the current heavy truck has to be split into pieces, not to mention flesh and blood.

Watching the battle on this side of the wooden building, the distinction is clear, one side is happy, and the other side is dead.

Mr. Xu is defeated?!

It was only a few breaths, and near the sword marks of the surging water, a ghostly figure soared into the sky.

"Here comes the sword!"

The young man in the void, the golden light in his eyes swirled, and the two divine pupils felt the anger of the immortal lord, and there was a great anger that came out of his body.

But when he saw the young man grasp the void, the two words spit out, the breath of the true yuan skyrocketed, and a sword of the true yuan, like a giant weapon through the sky, was slashed down.

"Sword momentum? Sword intent? ”

Gu Gucheng's strength is extraordinary, he was slightly frightened at the moment, he didn't dare to slack off, his body galloped on the water in the blink of an eye, he stepped on the waves, and then boasted that the distance was in control, his eyes were cold, and he also spit out two words in response.

"Dao Sword!"

These two words came out of the mouth of the old Taoist of Zhongnan Mountain, and countless people on the shore of Chunshui Lake saw a scene that can be called unforgettable.

In the void of Chunshui Lake, two sword rays several zhang long appeared, and the sound of clear sound in all directions suddenly appeared, and the thunder exploded into the air, like a Shura field, and it was terrifying.

But he saw a sword slash down, and the other one dissipated violently, turning into countless sharp swords that seemed to be like substance, flying in the direction where the young man was.

Three hundred sword qi!

Eight hundred sword qi!

Fifteen hundred!

Three thousand sword qi!

At the end of the hermitage, Tianjizi Huo Ran got up, his fists clenched, and his eyes brightened.

Shi Bo is a half-step cultivator, as soon as the Dao sword comes out, he is a martial arts master, and it is impossible to escape death, this Xu Qing Dome is more than half a point stronger than Master Xu Heyun, this is bound to fall!

Flying swords all over the sky, covering the air, countless people inhaled the cool air and gave birth to a sense of worship and horror, watching the battle on the other side of the wooden building, Dou Zhengyang couldn't sit still anymore, his eyes were focused, and he wanted to cross this shocking flying sword covering the sky and search for that figure.

Whoosh!

The sword qi was empty, the thunder exploded, the void was torn, the road was dusty, and in the grand killing scene, the True Yuan giant sword began to show signs of dissipation, and it seemed to be invincible, and the young man was no longer visible.

"Mr. Xu is afraid that he will be defeated......"

Dou Zhengyang sat down dejectedly.

At this time, the wind rises!