"Not bad! We're going to lose four generals! Break the Dragon's Lair! ”

"Defeat the four generals! Break the Dragon's Lair! ”

"Defeat the four generals! Break the Dragon's Lair! ”

As the words of the Holy King fell, a group of people from Buyeo raised their arms and shouted, and they responded one after another, revealing the sowing of fate, the anger that was difficult to stretch, and the expectations for the Holy King.

Nie Feng was slightly moved, looking back on the years in the world in the first half of his life, Fengyun had also been manipulated by fate, so he naturally understood everyone's mood.

Wang Hao in hiding was also a little shocked, speaking of fate, Wang Hao couldn't help but think of his reality, although now with the support of the game, the material conditions have been greatly improved, but the whereabouts of his parents are still unknown, he was born in the top family Wang family, and now he is alone, without a relative by his side.

Bang!

The muffled thunder in the sky directly covered up all the cheers, and also pulled Wang Hao's thoughts back to reality.

At the same time, a bolt of lightning flew down from the sky, as fast as thunder, and smashed in front of the Holy King, and suddenly stones flew in all directions.

"Ahh

The Holy King exclaimed, and a figure broke out of the stone, carrying an incomparable lightning bolt to the Holy King.

However, after all, the Holy King is a strong man, and he can capture the existence of Fengyun, and in the face of sudden changes, he is not in a hurry to block him with the Datong sword.

Clang!

There was a loud bang of gold and iron, and the two of them each shook back.

"Ahh This person was able to shake his master back? "Yan will be horrified.

"The Four Generals of the Hidden Dragon?" Zilu muttered in shock.

"That's amazing! No wonder the Holy King wants to find Fengyun to help him fight......" Xue Xinnan was secretly shocked in his heart.

Xue Xinnan, who had already woken up in the early morning, concealed the actual situation of Wang Hao and Lin Feng, pretending to have solved the two of them, and appeared outside the Canglong Mausoleum as if nothing had happened, and when he saw that the Holy King was shaken back, he seemed to understand why with the strength of the Holy King, he still did everything possible to find Fengyun to help.

"It is worthy of being a hidden place, this person's strength is so high, if it was me in the position of the Holy King just now, I am afraid that I would have been seriously injured under the hard touch." Wang Hao was full of emotion.

呲呲呲......

Just now, the Holy King and the Bitter Saint Lightning flint struck, causing Nie Feng, who was next to the Saint King, to be caught off guard and shaken away by the endless momentum, and the soles of his feet slipped out more than a zhang.

Bu Jingyun was a little far away, but he was not affected, but in the eyes of the god of death, he stared at the bitter saint, and secretly said in his heart, "What a domineering master!" ”

Touch!

The person turned over and fell, stabilized his body, and the ground under his feet suddenly burst open, full of momentum.

I saw that his face was full of wrinkles, and his head was full of iron nails, as if he was a man who had suffered endless pain all his life, and suddenly blocked out of the Hidden Dragon Mausoleum.

He is one of the four generals of the Hidden Dragon, the Bitter Saint!

"By the edict, the descendants of Canglong, if you want to break into the dragon's den, you will be killed!" The bitter saint held a murderous knife, and his voice was as dull as thunder, resounding outside the mausoleum.

"My Holy King desperately violated the training of the group, broke the dragon's lair, and will not die today!" The Holy King was fearless and swore in return.

Ascetic practice has always been practiced by a saint, his name is the bitter saint, just because he has the ability to bear pain beyond the world, and the name of the sword is [Eight Suffering], which means that he has seen all the suffering in the world.

Therefore, his martial arts is called [Boundless Bitter Technique]

At that time, Dongfang Canglong awarded the strongest martial arts in his life [Canglong Jue] to the four generals under his command, and asked the four of them to guard the mausoleum for him forever.

And [Canglong Jue] is divided into four levels of martial arts, which are suffering, collection, annihilation, and Tao, one trick is stronger than the other, and one trick is more terrible than the other.

Compared with the four great protectors of the Dongying Heavenly Hidden Stream, it can be described as one day and one place, just like a true dragon and a dragon.

And this Bitter Saint Shan is already a fourfold heaven level, a peerless mid-level master, far from an existence that Wang Hao can match.

Drink!

As soon as the bitter saint appeared, he forced the holy king to retreat, but the holy king did not want to shake the army's heart, so he took the initiative as soon as possible, and under the loud shout, he penetrated the soles of his feet, and the ground suddenly cracked, and the figure had already rushed out, and the Datong sword attacked the bitter saint.

"According to legend, the four Tibetan dragons will inherit the strongest martial arts of the Eastern Canglong, and today I will confirm it!"

"The boy who can't measure himself will make you suffer a fiasco today!" The bitter saint replied in a deep voice, and the eight bitter knives in his hand were blocked and pressed, and the Datong sword was suppressed.

Bell Bell ......

The Holy King continued to attack, and he was subject to the Eight Bitter Swords everywhere, and after more than a dozen moves, he finally realized the fact that the martial arts of the four generals of Canglong were indeed the nemesis of the descendants of Canglong in the East!

The figure of the Holy King turned back, withdrew from the battle circle, threw his left hand, and the Datong scabbard fell in the direction of Zilu, and was caught by Zilu.

"Since I learned the sword at the age of three, I have already exhausted the martial arts of the Canglong family by the age of twenty-two, but this battle has just begun, and I already understand that any martial arts of the family can no longer be used." The Holy King secretly calculated in his heart, "At this moment, I can only use my master to pass on my martial arts......"

"Heavenless Sword!"

The Saint King slowly raised his sword, and between the understatements, a lonely and arrogant momentum seeped out.

"I haven't used this sword technique for more than 20 years, just because I want to save it for today's breakthrough!"

Heavenless Peerless Sword, the Master of the Holy King, who could this person be?

This is about the day twenty-five years ago,

When the Holy King came to a remote mountain and grassland in Buyeo, even if he had the dignity of a king, he suddenly came here, and he suddenly felt insignificant.

"Holy King, do you want to worship me as a teacher?" No one in the grass house came out to greet him, and asked coldly.

"Yes!" The Holy King affirmed.

"It's really rare to be the lord of Fuyu at a young age, and what is even more rare is that today I am flattered to be flattered by the condescending condescending to me, an idler in the mountains!" The people in the grass house praised lukewarmly.

The Holy King clasped his fists and said sincerely, "In my eyes, there is no noble or low, only high and low martial arts, and today I only seek the best martial arts!" ”

"Canglong's recipe is broad and profound, as a descendant of Canglong, why do you need to ask for anything else?"

"Martial arts is endless, how vast, if you only stick to one martial arts, you will undoubtedly rest on your laurels." The Saint King had his own opinions, and his young face was full of confidence, and he continued, "In fact, Your Excellency has been in the Buyeo Kingdom for a while, and I have long found out that you are the strongest martial artist in the Central Plains!" The strongest teacher, the strongest disciple, this is called a match made in heaven! ”

"And a strong teacher with a mediocre talent will only spoil your martial arts!" The Holy King's words seemed to be mocking a person, and this person was a young swordsman standing in front of the grass house.

Take a closer look, who is it if it's not Jian Chen?

"......" Jian Chen was speechless, but there must have been anger in his heart.

Jian Chen used to be an unknown disciple, but twenty-five years ago, he had become a disciple of a person in the grass house, and it seems that his status as a senior brother of the Holy King came from this.

And this person in the grass house dared to accept Jian Chen as a disciple, and he was called the strongest person in the Central Plains by the Holy King, and his identity was already about to be revealed in the plot.

And the time span of this Fengyun plot is more than 20 years, no wonder Fengyun's cultivation will far surpass Wang Hao, with Fengyun's martial arts talent, 20 years, natural cultivation is immeasurable.

"Hah! Ha! Ha! Over the years, you are the first person who dares to be arrogant in front of the old man! The man in the grass house suddenly laughed three times and waved his sword.

Shout!

A long sword shot out of the house.

(End of chapter)