"Which of them do you think will win?"

On the top of the hill, Zhang Lan held the fan tightly and looked intently at the two people facing each other in front of him.

From the bottom of his heart, he definitely hopes that his father will win and continue to be the number one in the world.

But in Zhang Lan's heart, there was another voice speaking, Ren Hao had worked hard to this extent...

If he wins.

Myself...

I really can't hate it, and maybe I will cheer for the alliance leader.

But this seems to be betraying his father, which makes Zhang Lan feel guilty, and her heart is also very entangled.

Shen Qiu didn't answer.

His attention had faded from the fight.

Unlike those Jianghu people who cared about victory or defeat, Shen Qiu would become a little uneasy, and he didn't even want to know the outcome of this duel, he squatted on the ground.

He was reaching out to tease the chubby orange cat lying on his stomach in front of him.

Few people cared about the cat.

But Shen Qiu knew that this cat was the cat that Zhang Moxie never left his body.

Ordinary orange cat.

Fat, fur, shiny, at the neck, there is also a delicate black collar, made of leather, I don't know what material.

Just under the collar, there is a small silver medallion.

Shen Qiu looked at the cat, and the orange cat also stared at Shen Qiu.

This cat is weird.

In its eyes, there seemed to be a kind of wisdom light, and Shen Qiu looked at it as if he was looking at it as if he was looking at an intelligent being.

He reached out to touch the lazy cat's head, but the moment he saw the cat open its mouth at him, a wave of unwarranted fear filled his heart.

It's as if the cat in front of him will turn into a terrifying monster at any time and swallow him and everyone around him.

But that feeling is only fleeting.

"Meow~"

The orange cat barked, its gaze moved down, and it was placed on Shen Qiu's left arm, and under that wide sleeve, a shaking sword jade was tied, and the cat sniffed lightly.

It stood up, stretched its waist, walked to Shen Qiu's feet with elegant cat steps, and rubbed Shen Qiu's legs affectionately.

So Shen Qiu stretched out his hand and held it in his arms.

It's heavy.

The cat was so fat, like a piece of iron of equal volume, that Qingqing probably couldn't hold it with one hand.

Shen Qiu gave the orange cat a haircut, he didn't pay attention to the fight in the field, but stretched out his hand and held the silver badge under the orange cat's neck, he thought he would see the cat's name from the badge.

But no.

There was only a strange pattern on the silver badge.

A winged flying, the crow's emblem.

"Young Master Ben asked you something."

Zhang Lan behind Shen Qiu stepped forward with a dissatisfied face, Shen Qiu didn't answer him, which made him unhappy, but Zhang Lan also saw the orange cat in Shen Qiu's arms.

The guy reached out and tried to touch the cat.

Zhang Lan...

Some psychopaths.

He has no special feelings for his fellow citizens, except for beautiful women, he also has a lot of love for small animals.

Shen Qiu was about to stop Zhang Lan from touching the strange cat, but in the next moment, under Shen Qiu's gaze, the orange cat opened its mouth, as if yawning, and a black shadow flashed from its mouth.

And then...

Zhang Lan is gone.

A big living person, just like that, disappeared all at once.

Shen Qiu could see it clearly, and the black shadows that extended from the cat's mouth were wrapped around Zhang Lan's arm like a snake, when the orange cat's mouth was closed.

Zhang Lan was like a trick, in that distorted sense of time and space, he was pulled into the cat's mouth in an instant.

He was devoured by this cat!

There was no sound.

Shen Qiu was so shocked that his hair stood on end, and he subconsciously wanted to run the cat in his arms out, but in the next moment, the cat raised its head, looked at Shen Qiu, and looked at him with eye contact.

Shen Qiu saw it clearly!

There was clearly a hint of evil in the cat's eyes, as if it was joking with Shen Qiu.

There is another meaning.

Although the cat couldn't speak, Shen Qiu understood its eyes, as long as Shen Qiu dared to throw it on the dusty ground, Zhang Lan would die!

"Zhang Moxie, what the hell are you... What the hell are you raising? ”

Behind Shen Qiu, he was soaked in cold sweat at this moment, his movements were stiff, he couldn't let go, he could only hold this dangerous cat in his arms as gently as possible.

Shen Qiu's heart was very confused.

The one in his arms wasn't a cat, but it was probably a monster or something.

There are not only immortals in this world, but also monsters.

Qingqing liked to talk about these miraculous things at the beginning, but Shen Qiu never thought that one day, he would really encounter them in person.

He turned his head and glanced at the mountain ghost.

The latter's attention, completely focused on the fight in the field, did not notice this scene.

Shen Qiubian also focused on the field, trying to calm himself down, no matter what happened to Zhang Lan, as long as Zhang Moxie freed his hand, he would definitely not care about his son.

"Huang Wumiao, borrow a sword!"

On the top of the hill, Zhang Moxie shouted to Ziwei Daoren, the latter raised his hand, and the sword of Weidao Taia was thrown at Zhang Moxie, and the latter's finger hooked, and the purple sword fell into his hand meekly.

Zhang Moxie played a sword flower, and did not stimulate the sword qi of the mighty Dao, holding the sword in his left hand and pointing the blade forward.

He said to Ren Hao:

"I used the last sword technique I realized to make this second move. Ren Hao was careful, this sword had never appeared in the rivers and lakes. I named it 'Tianwen'. ”

"Come!"

Ren Hao took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and lowered his body.

Every bone is swaying, conveying to Ren Hao the meaning of being overwhelmed, his body has reached the limit, Zhang Mo said that it is three moves.

But in fact, this should be Ren Hao's last resort.

After this move, he was powerless to fight again.

It's just that the Heavenly Demon Silence Destroying Sword Technique just now has been broken by Ren Hao's iron fist, and he won the first move!

As long as he wins this move, he wins.

"Ask the heavens and the earth, ask the common people, where is the road?"

Zhang Moxie's fingers brushed lightly on the blade of Tai'a Sword, and before the sword style came out, it had a sense of circulation, not true qi, sword qi, but a strange power that would emerge when the sword intent reached the deepest depth.

The moment Zhang Moxie's fingers left the blade of the sword, everyone on this hill seemed to have a change in front of their eyes.

It seemed to be an illusion, and it was like a confusion in the heart.

A thousand years of time, the world has changed greatly, the era of the end of the law, the stars have changed, the vicissitudes of the sea, things are human and wrong, a thousand years of time seem to be condensed here, seeing the color of the world change, and the prosperity and decline of the world.

No one could see how Zhang Moxie's sword came out.

Even top masters such as Huang Wumiao, Yuanwu Monk, Yang Tao, and Juzi can only vaguely see that a sword light breaks through the sky in this vast artistic conception.

It doesn't have a hint of murder.

Not even a hint of coldness.

It seems to have existed forever, always there, but no one notices it.

This sword is not a killing sword.

It just represents a doubt in Zhang Moxie's heart.

One question.

It is asking heaven and earth, asking sentient beings, asking Ren Hao.

In the past thousand years, the heavens and the earth have changed, and all things have flowed, where should they go?

It's like the question when Zhang Moxie took out the sword.

Everyone knows to move forward.

But the road...

Where?

This is no longer the domain of martial arts.

This question, if Ren Hao can't answer it, he will have to die all over the world, if he can answer it, this sword will not hurt in the slightest.

But unfortunately, not everyone is qualified to answer this question.

Even if you know the answer.

But Zhang Moxie asked with a sword, how should you answer?

There is no way to cut corners.

This answer cannot be answered in words.

"Ask me, and I'll answer you!"

Ren Hao laughed, he seemed to let go of all his worries, throw away all his burdens, at this moment, he took a breath, and between the sword light and the artistic conception, he punched forward.

Slow, sluggish, unparalleled, unparalleled, and unusually vicious.

Liangyi Divine Fist.

Or Liangyi Divine Fist, this is the only boxing technique in Ren Hao's hands that can be compared with Zhang Moxie's peerless martial arts, he is not Zhang Moxie, and he is not as blessed as him.

This set of boxing skills is the biggest blessing in Ren Hao's life.

He is not as well-known as Zhang Moxie, nor is he more amazing than Zhang Moxie, nor is he more dazzling than Zhang Moxie, and he is overwhelmed by an era.

He and Zhang Moxie are like two extremes.

He could only do his best to get the best out of the few cards he had.

He can't be as carefree as Zhang Moxie, just go, he has his responsibilities, he has his life, he has his martial arts!

This sword...

The question is "the way"!

"Bang"

Heavy punches are punched, and the punch strength is solid.

The sky and the earth in front of everyone were vast, and the blank artistic conception with no way out changed in an instant, and Ren Hao's punch also brought up his own fist intent that he had sharpened to the top.

Ren Hao's artistic conception is not as domineering and reckless as Zhang Moxie's Wentian sword, and there is no arrogance to change the world.

It started out as mundane.

It's like a young child practicing martial arts in the autumn wind and falling leaves, and like a chivalrous man with a hat, struggling to move forward in the snowstorm.

Not chic at all, not free at all.

Even with a kind of embarrassment.

It is like a soldier with a spear in hand, roaming the battlefield with his comrades.

It is like an ascetic traveler carrying a mountain on his back, moving forward step by step.

It's more like a drooping old man stuck in a deep quagmire, with a wooden stick, covered in mud, moving forward.

But no matter how miserable and tiring, how tangled, and painful.

Those backs have never stopped, and they have no time to complain about life.

They never looked up at the sky and asked where the road was.

They don't ask about that.

They're just moving forward.

According to the direction originally chosen, go all the way forward, no matter whether it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, no matter whether it is a hell and a yellow spring, no matter how many injuries you are injured, no matter how heavy things you are carrying.

Just move forward.

It doesn't matter if there is a road or not, even if there is really no road, it will not work if you go out of one?

Road...

It's right under your feet.

Hesitate and ask yourself what is the point of a lifetime of hard work?

When the amazing genius indulges in empty doubt, the dull and persistent person has already traveled all over the world.

This is Ren Hao's answer.

The hard brigade is like a lamp in the dazed world.

At this moment, the candle flame was lit, and the light of the flame was only an insignificant star at first, but like a flame spreading, in the wind blowing, it ignited the earth, fell upside down, and then lit the sky.

Between heaven and earth, the fire is raging.

In the midst of that flame, Ren Hao, who was holding a heavy fist, walked quickly, and the first sword of Wentian was shattered by the strength of the two Yi fists, and the second punch was hitting Zhang Moxie's waist and abdomen, and the Demon Sect Leader who hit him bent down.

"Smack"

The third punch hit him on the chin, Zhang Moxie staggered back a step, which was probably the most embarrassing time he had ever been in the world.

And all the artistic conceptions also dissipated at this moment.

But this last punch was powerless.

Ren Hao couldn't exert any more strength.

All his strength was used to answer Zhang Moxie's question.

These last three punches, one punch is weaker than the other, and the last punch to the chin is no heavier than a toddler's punch.

Ren Hao's body shook, and the boiling true qi around his body was extinguished like a candle flame at this moment, and with a smile on his cracked face, he fell to the ground, and Zhang Moye stretched out his hand to hold his head.

The alliance leader's body fell to the ground limply, and there was no blood flowing out, and the blood on his body was almost dried up in this night.

"That's my answer."

Ren Hao looked at Zhang Moxie and said:

"Are you satisfied?"

"Not satisfied, it's too rustic."

Zhang Moxie chuckled, and his tone was gentle, just like a joke between friends.

Ren Hao also coughed a few times and laughed.

He asked softly:

"I won, Zhang Moxie, are you convinced?"

"Yes, Alliance Leader. You won, I lost, but don't rejoice too soon, the two of us have played seven times, I have won six times, and you have only won once.

Far from it. ”

After speaking, Zhang Moxie raised his head and looked around, at this moment, he was relieved, and under the witness of the entire rivers and lakes, he said:

"You've all seen it!"

"Ren Hao broke my two moves, and the last move, I don't have to fight anymore, I lost. From now on, Nantong Renhao is the first in the world!

Is there anyone who is not convinced? ”

The entire hillock was silent for a moment.

No one was unconvinced.

No one even dared to whimper.

Yang Tao, who knew Zhang Moye very well, even lowered his head at this moment.

Zhang Moxie's face was calm, but the more he was at this time, the more dangerous he became, and Yang Tao was almost certain that this would be if anyone really dared to make noise.

It doesn't matter what his identity is, no matter what his origin, he is dead.

No one in heaven or on earth could save him.

"Very well, everyone has testified and spread this news to the whole world!"

Zhang Moxie casually ordered, just like instructing a demon sect disciple.

But still no one refuted it.

He glanced down at Ren Hao, the corners of his mouth curled, with a smile, he helped Ren Hao to stand up, not caring at all about the blood stains on Ren Hao's body, staining his robe.

He said:

"I was defeated by Ren Hao, so as the leader of the Demon Sect, I will say here that after tonight, there will be no Demon Sect in the world! If there are still people who dare to walk the rivers and lakes under the banner of the Demon Sect, when Zhang is free, he will talk to him.

This matter will also spread all over the world!

Shen Qiu, you are Ren Hao's only relative present, come with me and see off your Uncle Ren. ”

Zhang Moxie beckoned and said: "Remember for a second on the mobile terminal "→m.\B\iq\u\g\\o\m" to provide you with wonderful \ novel reading.

"Others, stay here. Yang Tao, Dacha, Huang Wumiao, Lin Yundong, Wujiu, Yuanwu! You're six guarding!

If anyone dares to come near... No mercy! ”