Yuezhou.

Pengsan-gun.

Beiying River.

Wang Jian stood on the south bank, his hands behind his back, his face expressionless, and his heart was a little sad.

In the past, the three ancestors of Taixu Zhongxing led the Taixu Sword Sect to sweep through the seven states and prosper for four hundred years. After three hundred years, it continued to decay, and by his generation, there was only one county left, which had decayed to the state of 800 years ago.

And that's not all.

This time, the six major factions of the remaining thirteen counties in Yuezhou invited the Taixu Sword Sect to fight, and the battle was determined to win or lose, if the Taixu Sword Sect was defeated, even the last Pengshan County would have to give up.

There is no place to stand.

The former overlord has fallen to this point, which makes outsiders sigh, and even more grief Wang Jun and other people in the Taixu Sword Sect.

Wang Tuan has the heart to turn the tide, but he has no power to return to the sky.

This era is no longer the situation where the three ancestors of ZTE swept invincible.

One by one, strong people have emerged.

For example, the southeast Yongzhou Huangtian City Gu Jia Tianjiao 'Gu sigh'.

For example, the first master of the Northwest Yunzhou Sun Shooting Mountain 'Li Qinghua'.

For example, the Northeast Xuzhou Xingyi Gate Master 'Lu Sheng'.

……

All of them are extremely high-level characters who have reached the virtual realm and the divine realm, and they are far more powerful than Wang Shan and other Zhongxing Three Ancestors of that era.

Don't mention them.

Even Wang Jun, his cultivation has already reached the third layer of emptiness, and in terms of cultivation, he is also above the three ancestors of Zhongxing in the past.

"In the past, some elders in the sect had speculated that the three ancestors were not dead, but were frozen and sleeping with secret methods. If the Taixu Sword Sect has a big disaster, it can wake up at any time. ”

"It's just that I don't know what happened in the middle, not only the secret method was lost, but the sleeping place of the three ancestors was also unknown."

Wang Shu secretly said in his heart that it was a pity.

It's a pity that it can't wake up the three ancestors of ZTE.

In fact.

In the current situation, even if the three ancestors are born, I am afraid that they will be helpless.

He regretted that the secret method that could freeze the strong people in the gate had not been handed down, otherwise the masters of the Void Sword Sect in the Void Realm and God Realm would be frozen. When all of them wake up at this time, the Taixu Sword Sect will definitely be able to stabilize Pengshan County, and even take the entire Yuezhou again.

"It's a pity."

Wang Jun sighed in his heart.

……

Beiying River.

Masters from both sides of the strait gathered.

On the south bank, the contemporary ancestor of the Taixu Sword Sect, 'Howling West Wind' Wang Tuan, led the thirty-four masters of the Void Realm and Divine Realm in the sect to stand quietly.

The North Shore is divided into six camps.

There were flags raised high and fluttering in the wind, respectively—

Jin Yanzong.

Five Cloud Sect.

Spring Silkworm Gate.

Tianhe faction.

Sun God Palace.

Golden Knife Shuramon.

The six major factions and the Taixu Sword Sect carved up Yuezhou together, and the first three factions were all among the best factions in Yuezhou and Qizhou eight hundred years ago.

It was broken by the Taixu Sword Sect one by one.

After hundreds of years, it has resurged.

A dog has his day.

This time, it was their turn to send the Taixu Sword Sect on its last journey.

In addition to these three factions, the Tianhe Sect, the Sun God Palace, and the Golden Sword Shura Sect are all newly established and newly rising sects, and their momentum and strength are no less than those of the Golden Goose Sect and other three major sects.

……

Time passes.

The sun is scorching.

On the Beiying River.

Boom Boom!

Bang bang bang!

The Taixu Sword Sect's 'Howling West Wind' Wang Jian is fighting with Jin Yanzong's 'Mr. Iron Pen' eldest grandson Chongyang.

And on the south bank of the Beiying River, a master of the Taixu Sword Sect's Void Realm and God Realm sat cross-legged on the ground, most of them looked sluggish, and there were even blood stains on the corners of their mouths.

The clouds are bleak.

"An emaciated camel is bigger than a horse! Although the Taixu Sword Sect has declined, when it comes to strength, it is no weaker than any of the six major factions. ”

"In the face of the wheel war of the six major factions, it can hold on for so long, the Taixu Sword Sect is worthy of being the only sect in the Seven States of Middle-earth that has unified the Seven States twice."

"The six major factions have joined forces to deal with the Taixu Sword Sect, this move is too immoral!"

"Morality? What morality is preached? The Golden Goose Sect, the Five Cloud Sect, and the Spring Silkworm Sect were all destroyed by the Taixu Sword Sect at the beginning. This is a deep feud in the sea of blood, and now that it has made a comeback, how can it be reasonable to let go of the Taixu Sword Sect? ”

"Time is also fate!"

"Back then, the Taixu Sword Sect relied on the prestige of the three ancestors of Zhongxing, especially the connections of the 'Seven Star Sword Saint' Wang Shan, invited dozens of masters of the Void Realm and the Divine Realm in the West Sea, and enslaved dozens of Void Realm demon beasts, which swept through the seven states and dominated the world. But with the death of the Seven-Star Sword Saint, the masters of the West Sea turned around one after another, and the demon beasts of the Void Realm also dispersed one by one. Although the Taixu Sword Sect has also emerged many masters, it has only been suppressed for one or two hundred years, and it has fallen into decline. ”

"Relying on outsiders to dominate the seven states is an unstable foundation, and now it is going to suffer a backlash."

……

When some onlookers on both sides of the strait saw this scene, some sighed and some sighed, and some gloated and talked about it.

The Taixu Sword Sect unified the seven states, and at the very beginning, when the Taixu Sword Sect was at its peak, the seven states of Middle-earth were all promoting the glory and strength of the Taixu Sword Sect.

Therefore, most of the people in the rivers and lakes felt that the Taixu Sword Sect was great.

But with the gradual decline of the Taixu Sword Sect, there were sour words and counter-words one after another in various parts of the Seven Prefectures, the most popular of which was to ridicule the Taixu Sword Sect for relying on the masters of the West Sea and the demon beasts of the Void Realm to become powerful, but in fact, it was not vulnerable at all.

People are like that.

Always like to overturn history and deny authority.

He likes to promote some niche views as a way to show off his differences. When this niche view is accepted by the majority of the people, some people will go against it again and bring the argument back to the beginning.

Back and forth.

Repeatedly.

Under such circumstances, the real history becomes confusing and difficult to discern.

Regarding the rise of the Taixu Sword Sect, after seven or eight hundred years, although it is not really vague, it is also much biased in the current world.

But the Taixu Sword Sect is now in decline, and it looks like a hero's end, so that after the masters of the Taixu Sword Sect heard about it, they couldn't even refute it.

"Drink!"

There were also some harsh remarks in Wang Lu's ears, his heart was angry, and he waved the sword in his hand, and the sword qi spread out, and suddenly a long river of sword qi rolled in, setting off a violent wind, and with a bang, the eldest grandson Chongyang flew out and fell outside the Beiying River.

"Humph!"

The eldest grandson Chongyang snorted coldly, put away the iron pen in his hand, and stopped moving.

"Brother Wang is good at kung fu!"

"Yan Mou is here to teach!"

The eldest grandson Chongyang retreated, and before Wang Jian could rest for a while, another person was rushed forward by the north bank and landed in the middle of the river.

"Spring Silkworm Gate 'Phantom Gun' Yan Rudao!"

"This person's strength is still above the eldest grandson Chongyang, Wang Jian has just fought a big battle, I'm afraid it's dangerous!"

Someone recognized the newcomer.

The masters of the Void Realm and the Divine Realm on the side of the Taixu Sword Sect on the north shore also recognized it, and some people were worried, and one of the only two Void Sword Sect powerhouses, 'Sun Zhenshan', stood up and said loudly: "The banquet is like a way, Sun is here to meet you!" ”

As he spoke, he was going to go on the field.

"Uncle Sun is resting, and the banquet is like a way to hand it over to me!"

Wang Yan turned his head to take a look, and saw that Sun Zhenshan's face was a little flushed, and he knew that the injury that had fallen when he fought with Meng Qi of the Sun God Palace's 'Tota Hand' had not yet healed.

At this time, if you fight with the banquet again, you will probably die.

So without waiting for Sun Zhenshan to come on the field, he directly waved the long sword, and the sword light rose, and it was like a banquet fighting in one place.

One of these two is a kendo master, practicing the "Sword Diagram" created by Wang Shan, the ancestor of the Three Ancestors of Zhongxing, and his swordsmanship is superb. One is a master of marksmanship, who has mastered the twelve top marksmanship of the Spring Silkworm Gate, and has long been a third-layer powerhouse in the void and the underworld.

At this time, it coincided with the end of Wang Lu's heartiness, and he was recuperating for a long time.

One trades off the other.

For a while, the two were evenly matched.

However, as time passed, Wang Jian finally gained the upper hand. When the sun set in the West Mountain, the sword qi was criss-crossed, and the banquet was also forced out of the Beiying River and returned.

"Good swordsmanship!"

"Zhang came to get the lesson!"

As soon as the banquet returned, before Wang Shu rested, another person flew up.

"Golden Knife Shura Gate 'Night Shura' Zhang Jian!"

This is the founder of the Golden Sword Shura Gate, known as the 'Night Shura' Zhang Jian. A body of swordsmanship is superb, faintly known as the strongest person in Yuezhou.

The strength is strong and the reputation is great, and it is still above the 'Howling West Wind' Wang Lu.

Even fighting against the two strong men in the void, Wang Kuan's physical consumption is still secondary, and the key is that the energy consumption is huge.

This state of affairs is not optimistic for Zhang Jian.

But behind him is Pengshan County, Sun Zhenshan's strength is not as good as him, and he is injured, so he is not allowed to retreat at this time.

"Come!"

"Fight!"

Wang Tong snorted, lifted his spirits, and fought again.

……

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

On the Beiying River, a burst of sword light lifted a black curtain, as if darkness had descended. Bursts of sword light flickered in it, sometimes scattered, sometimes flying.

There was a thumping sound.

When the night receded, he saw two figures in the field, and Zhang Jian chased Wang Jian with a knife and attacked fiercely. Wang Shu was tired of coping, his face was sometimes pale and sometimes flushed, and finally he couldn't help but open his mouth and vomit blood.

The breath quickly wilted.

But it's still holding on.

After a fight, they retreated.

Wang Jian was tired after all, and Zhang Jian's strength was above him, this fight immediately fell behind, and it was difficult to get it back.

The sword shines like water.

The sword is like night.

The two descended from dusk and fought until the bright moon hung high.

Under the moonlight, Wang was stained with blood, miserable and miserable, and could only barely support it.

Compare it to.

Zhang Jian's knife technique is swaying, and it looks relaxed and freehand. One knife after another, dragging Wang Tuo completely into his own rhythm. Even the elimination and fighting, gradually forced it to a dead end.

Time passes.

The moon is in the middle of the sky.

Zhang Jian's pupils shrank slightly, and he smiled in his heart: "It's over!" ”

At this time, the hand rises and falls-

With a bang, while knocking Wang Tuo, he bullied up, and the blade pointed to the head of Wang Tuo.

"Not good!"

"Be careful!"

"Zhang Jian, stop!"

There were bursts of exclamations from the Taixu Sword Sect array on the south bank, and a figure suddenly jumped out and went straight to the Beiying River.

It was Sun Zhenshan.

"Quick!"

"Faster!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

However, his injuries have not healed yet, and even if there is no injury to drag him down, where can the speed of flying compare to the speed of Zhang Jian's knife?

Sun Zhenshan is still far away.

Zhang Jian's knife was about to fall on Wang Jian's neck.

"It's over!"

The Quartet could see Zhang Jian's movements clearly, and all of them had this thought.

The North Shore rejoices.

The South Shore screamed.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Jian's mouth, and Wang Jian's face turned pale with despair.

And at this very moment-

Shout!

A sword light broke through the air, and with a bang, it knocked the long knife in Zhang Jian's hand into the air, and even lifted Zhang Jian's whole person out, and smashed into the Beiying River uncontrollably.

"It's-"

The sudden change shocked everyone.

"Bang!"

Zhang Jian broke out of the water, his body shook, and all the water stains on his body were shaken. A face was blue and red, looking up to the south.

"Wow~"

But when he saw a sharp chirp, a golden light galloped from the southern sky.

Suddenly, he came into view.

It was a big peng with wings flapping and flying, and there were three people standing on its back, and they couldn't see their faces clearly. But the aura of this Dapeng is unobstructed, but everyone can see it clearly.

When Zhang Jian saw it, his face changed: "The Great Day Golden Peng Bird?!" ”

……