There are few top masters in the world, and how many people are under the top?

There are as many as crucian carp crossing the river, a batch of kills today, and another batch will emerge tomorrow, and they are too many to count.

At this moment, the treasure reappears in the world, the mountains are all over the wilderness, all of them are rushing and jumping, these people have different means, each has their own methods, they all want to climb the Heavenly Palace, and see with their own eyes this so-called treasure, the treasure of the rich rival country.

And on the mountain.

The five people are facing Su Qing in front of them, these five people, any one, if they are placed on the rivers and lakes, I believe that they are enough to become famous martial arts, the top master of the world, if the five of them shoot together, I am afraid that no one will be an opponent throughout the ages, even if it is pushed back a hundred years, I believe that it will be impossible to find a master who can match these five people.

But in the face of the person in front of him who has dominated the rivers and lakes and dominated the martial arts for hundreds of years, what will be the answer?

I don't know.

Throughout the ages, how many people are amazingly talented, how many people are famous, and how many people are invincible in the world, but in front of this person, no matter how famous those people are, no matter how high their martial arts are, I believe they will be overshadowed and reduced to mediocrity.

Su Qing slowly plucked the strings in his hand, and the sound of the piano was vibrating, not heavy, but it had already spread all over the mountains, swinging to the four fields, and for a while there was the sound of the piano everywhere, and it was all the sound of the piano.

Lu Xiaofeng hesitated, he hadn't made a move yet, but someone had already made a move, and it was Yan Shisan who made a move, and today, he and Su Qing were not only opponents, but also enemies, and mortal enemies.

Yan thirteen points to the feet, raised the sword, the long sword in his hand "choked" out of the sheath, and suddenly came out of the sword, the sword qi was obscure, like a black light, breaking through the mountain fog, separating the sea of clouds, rushing to the sky, and crossing the sky.

A sword party sacrificed, his person suddenly seemed to turn into a cloud of misty black gas, flying up for a moment, the figure changed suddenly, but saw that the mountain fog seemed to conjure out of thin air more than a dozen figures, virtual and real are difficult to distinguish, true and false are difficult to distinguish, each virtual shadow is making a sword move, each move is connected with each other, a move does not fall and then a move, the move is derived, the move is continuous, these many fluttering figures, suddenly turned into a shocking swordsmanship.

In a trance, the sea of clouds was full of sword shadows, sword lights, sword qi, and people, a hundred years of loneliness, Yan Shisan actually realized a strange move, a peerless sword move that could be used to create a wonderful and heavenly reason, full of thick death qi, just like a lonely ghost crawling out of the grave.

Looking at the fluttering, but the sword qi is the substance, Su Qing stands at the top, and there are only a dozen top swordsmen beside him who seem to have sword moves together.

"Fourteen swords?"

Su Qing's eyes moved slightly, not only counting the person, but also the sword.

"Sword Qi Remains? Good! ”

He seemed to be amazed.

What kind of illusion is this, it is clear that the sword energy of the person in front of him is too peaking, and fourteen swords have been produced, but although the sword momentum is exhausted, the qi has not been broken, and the sword intent is vigorous.

Climb to the top, and really reach the peak.

Even Lu Xiaofeng was moved, Ximen Blowing Snow seemed to have a bright light in his eyes, and Ye Gucheng said with burning eyes: "The move is not finished, the momentum is not broken, such a swordsmanship, there is a back move!" ”

Su Qing took the sword.

He is the piano in his hand, naturally with the piano to catch the sword, the sound of the piano is moving, the wind and clouds surge, the surrounding mountain fog is a wonderful change, the mountain fog is gathered together, but the fog is turned, there is a sound of "drawing the sword", the edge is repeated, only in a few people lost color and shocked, the mountain fog is actually turned into a peerless swordsman, Yunxia as a sword, flying to meet the battle, a person came out, and then saw the mountain fog floating, gathered out of thin air, all are sword energy, such as an otherworldly swordsman.

Yan Thirteen took out fourteen swords, and this mountain mist and clouds also turned into fourteen peerless swordsmen, and the two sides fought one place each, until the qi dissipated, the clouds dispersed and the fog drifted, and then returned to calm.

See the magic tricks come out.

And one more drew his sword.

Xie Xiaofeng, he had followed closely behind, approaching Su Qing, he only stabbed one sword, but this sword was like a round of golden sun rising into the sky on the Mocking Heaven Palace, and the sword qi was vast and vigorous, and it went straight to the blue sky.

Su Qing laughed, flew into the air, like the mural of Dunhuang Flying in the Sky, held the piano in his hand and plucked the strings, and said with a long smile: "You guys, let's go together!" ”

He pressed down, hooked his index finger and picked it up, the strings on the piano body suddenly broke, and then shot straight towards the five people, even Lu Xiaofeng was shrouded in it, the strings were sharp, and the brilliance flowed, which was better than the world's gods, shocking and shocking.

Lu Xiaofeng had already pointed out his luck, and at the same time floated back to meet the enemy.

Ximen Blowing Snow is drawing a sword, Ye Gucheng is also drawing a sword, they are already making a move, but the string is infused with strength, but it can be rigid and soft, change as expected, and it is impossible to prevent it, and the person holding the qin every time he picks the strings, every strand of strings turns into an extraordinary sword move, and under the sword rays flying, the stone flat suddenly sees infinite sword qi intertwined vertically and horizontally.

But he said that he was fighting in the middle of the fight.

Under the cliff, I suddenly saw a figure flashing up, as soon as the person reached the top, he had already drawn his sword to attack Su Qing, but there was a flower in front of him, and above the top, he had seen all the strings breaking through the air, like a dragon and snake churning, unpredictable.

This is a Taoist person, wearing a hat, a shabby robe, a sallow complexion, a white beard and white hair, wearing a pair of straw sandals, but the swordsmanship is Qingqi, extraordinary, the sword momentum turns, the sea of clouds around the body is like a rushing wave, surging impact, suddenly like a breeze and still water, the waves are not alarmed, when it is rigid and soft, when it is attacking and defending, it is not lost to Ximen Blowing Snow and others.

Lu Xiaofeng was overjoyed when he saw the person coming, just because this person was also his friend, Mudaoren.

In just a few moments, there have been many martial arts masters gathered under the mountain, only to say that as soon as the wooden road man Fang made a move, he snorted coldly out of thin air, and then saw a person like a bird flying up in the air, this person was holding a knife and a sword, with a sharp edge, and his beard was open, like an angry lion.

He looked at Su Qing and didn't think about it, he had already made a move, in fact, he didn't wait for him to make a move, he also stepped into the situation of the six people in front of him, a strand of strings flew in, there was no way to retreat, only the ability to fight.

Lu Xiaofeng was really shocked in his heart, in today's martial arts, if anyone can only defeat one of them, then this person can definitely be called a top master, enough to open a mountain and establish a faction, and shock the party.

But right now, this person is able to defeat seven people without falling behind, it is unheard of, he can't even think about it, even if some of these people hide their strength, despite this, such a person is unprecedented.

The myth of martial arts really lives up to its name.

But I don't know why, but he is faintly uneasy in his heart, that Master Sun has told him everything he has done in his life, this is the source of his uneasiness, looking at what this person has done in his life, it is all a thunderbolt to sweep the world.

But for now......

His eyes suddenly changed, just because he had seen that there was one more person behind Su Qing at some point, this was a man, or an official, this was a very handsome man, wearing the most delicate and luxurious clothes, and holding a sword in his hand.

This person Lu Xiaofeng recognized, this person is Jin Jiuling, who is famous in the rivers and lakes and is rumored to be the first master of the "Six Doors" in the past three hundred years.

And the sword in the other party's hand had already stabbed at the back of Su Qing's heart.

Su Qing also seemed to be aware of it, but the strings on his piano had been exhausted, how to stop it at this moment?

The strings in front of the seven people suddenly retracted, as if they had received a threat from Jin Jiuling.

Seeing this scene, the seven people all rose into the air, and they made strange moves one after another, attacking Su Qing.

And Lu Xiaofeng's face changed again, and he suddenly said urgently: "Don't kill him yet!" ”

Kill whom?

Kill Su Qing.

It turned out that Jin Jiuling's sword was fake, and his left hand was already lightning fast, and he showed a wonderful kung fu of recognizing acupoints and hitting acupoints with one hand, bullying himself, and suddenly clicked on Su Qing's back.

Lu Xiaofeng saw that Su Qing in front of him suddenly stagnated and slowed down, such a flaw was already fatal.

In just an instant, seven people, six swords, five of which had pierced Su Qing's heart and lungs, penetrated his chest.

Bloody arrows flew out, staining the mountain fog red.

And the next moment.

"Retreat!"

Mu Daoren shouted urgently, he had drawn his sword and retreated, his face changed miserably, and several other people were also shocked back, just because Su Qing in their eyes suddenly gushed out a monstrous cold air up and down his body, and where he passed, frost and fog were condensed, and even he himself was frozen by the cold, and then fell from the air, and before he could land, he had turned into ice powder and drifted away in the wind.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at his right hand covered with frost, busy using his internal strength to drive away the cold, and several other people were also similar to him, freezing his eyebrows and spitting cold air.

Looking at the splattered blood on the ground, several people lost their minds.

Su Qing, is this dead?

"This person is really amazing!"

Jin Jiuling said with palpitations, a cold air was bubbling above his head, and his eyes showed surprise.

"This person is one against eight, the myth of martial arts, well-deserved!"

Even the Mudao people sighed.

Only Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan were silent, they had fantasized about the scene of separating the victory and defeat with Su Qing countless times, but now, even if they saw Su Qing die with their own eyes, they still had an unreal feeling, as if it was too easy and too simple to think with them, this nightmare that had shrouded the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, was it finally dead?

Lu Xiaofeng was also distracted, he frowned.

At this time, there was a hustle and bustle under the mountain, and the voices of the people were boiling, but it was the forces of all the sects and factions in the rivers and lakes that arrived, and the black and white sides of good and evil were fighting because of who climbed the mountain first, and the new hatred and old hatred, plus the treasure was in front of him, for a while, the mountains were all over the wilderness, and the people were fighting everywhere, and the screams resounded through the mountains and forests in a blink of an eye, and there were countless corpses......

Everyone's faces were hard to look at.

……

Inside Luoyang City.

The honest monk is still not honest in the end, he is not only drinking, but also eating meat, eating a mouth full of ointment, and opposite him, the chair that was empty a moment ago, but when he saw the breeze, there was one more person.

"These people are gone, why don't you leave, monk?"

A chuckle rang out, and the man had already drunk.

The morning light fell on a thrilling, shocking, and terrifying face.

This person is actually Su Qing.

The difference is that he is wearing a green coat, who is the one who died outside the Heavenly Palace?

Su Qing glanced at Luoyang City, which was already empty and deserted, and said regretfully: "Alas, I am a little uncomfortable suddenly deserted!" ”

"Will the Bodhisattva let me go?"

The honest monk said with his head half-bowed.

Su Qing was stunned, as if he was a little confused.

"When did I say you couldn't go? What's more, your feet grow on you, you can walk if you want, why ask me! ”

The honest monk was silent for a moment, and then asked strangely, "Why did the Bodhisattva come back?" ”

Su Qing glanced at him and smiled.

"I still have to wait for a few big fish, without them, but it is a little less interesting, not to mention that the mountains are full of forces, always give them some time to rob those gold and silver treasures!"

The honest monk's cheeks twitched, and he looked at Su Qing as if he was a little surprised.

"Is the Blue Dragon Treasure real?"

Su Qing played with the wine cup in his hand and said a little casually: "You monk, fisherman, have you ever seen bait fishing?" Of course it's true, there, not only there are countless martial arts, but also countless gold and silver treasures, who wants to go, can indeed dominate the martial arts, command the heroes, in this world, since you want to get something, then you have to lose some, so it is fair! ”

The honest monk folded his hands and recited a Buddha name in his mouth, and he muttered: "It's really fair, I'm afraid that they have the life to go in and come out if they don't!" ”

"Monk, do you want a piece of the pie too?"

Su Qing looked at the wine and meat monk with a round head and big face in front of him with a smile.

The honest monk was busy shaking his head like a rattle.

Su Qing laughed and said: "I hope you are really honest, since this is the case, then accompany me for a drink, but I want to see when these big fish can't help but jump out!" ”

Just five days.

Outside the "Mocking Heaven Palace", the corpses under the mountain were stacked, the blood and water gathered like a pool, and the bloody qi was scattered with the wind for more than ten miles, which was rich and disgusting.

Someone dies every day, every day is an endless fight, some people kill crazy, they kill people when they see them, and some people kill themselves when they are red-eyed.

Coming and falling wave after wave of people in the rivers and lakes, poured and poured, the sword trembled and the sword roared day and night, crying and screaming day and night, killing and killing, everyone wanted to go up the mountain, but once someone climbed the mountain, they immediately became the target of the public, in the blink of an eye, it was not shot to death with a hidden weapon, or it was hacked to death by a random knife, stabbed to death by a random sword, and there was no corpse in the dead, and the mountain wall full of moss had already been stained red with bloodstains.

Not only the people of the rivers and lakes, but also the army of the imperial court, the masters of the six gates, but when they arrived here, they were also involved in endless killings, bloody killings.

The masters of various sects and factions lost most of them, black and white, and there were many dead and wounded, and the blood stained the mountains and forests, and even the fierce beasts in the mountains were frightened away from them.

But, after all, there are still people who can go up.

These people are either famous in the rivers and lakes, or they are famous people, or first-class masters, and they are extremely strong players in all walks of life.

These people were also waiting, not daring to act rashly, they could only occupy one side of each other, looking at the golden palace in front of them, looking crazy, and at the same time wary of the people around them.

Including Lu Xiaofeng, up to now, even if it is them, in the face of dozens or hundreds of martial arts masters, there is a great pressure, and he also found that among these people, some of them are masters of the rivers and lakes who have disappeared for many years, some have practiced the long-lost advanced martial arts, and some are obviously dead, but now they are here again, and their martial arts skills are more amazing than the other, and one is stronger than the other.

When will there be so many peerless masters in the world?

"These people are unknown, be careful!"

He reminded the Mudao people of them.

But soon, not everyone dared to move, some did.

This person is beautifully dressed, wearing a snow-white fox fur cloak, holding a very gorgeous long sword, from outside the mountain seems to come by the wind, and then floats down, looking at the Mocking Heaven Palace, as soon as this person comes, Lu Xiaofeng's mouth Those masters who are unknown but have unique skills have all gotten up.

"Open the door!"

The man looked at the Golden Temple with interest.

After he finished speaking, there was already a tall man with a burly body behind him, who burst out with a low roar like a lion tiger from his mouth, and slammed into the "Mocking Heaven Palace".

Seeing this, the others did not stop it, this group of people is overwhelming, and they are all masters, not to mention that stalemate is not a way, they also want to see what is in this golden palace.

"Hey!"

Then I saw that the big man's muscles were knotted, his tendons were expanding on the surface of his body, and his eyes were wide open, and he had already hit the closed palace door.

"Boom!"

The two gates, which were thousands of pounds, were slowly pushed open in a loud noise under this impact, and the dusty breath swept out, turning into a rotten smell, and in the darkness, there seemed to be a mechanism turning, and clusters of torches were lit and shone straight into the depths.

In the depths, there is a huge stone chair, on which the carving is exquisite, the sun and the moon embrace, ancient and atmospheric, even if it is the emperor's chair, it is nothing more than that. There was a man on the stone chair, a white skeleton to be exact, wearing a white robe, sitting on an armchair, dead for many years.

And around the main hall, there are countless gold, silver, jewelry, and martial arts cheats scattered.

"Treasure, treasure!"

Everyone was crazy about it, swarming in and scrambling for it.

But the man in the fox fur walked straight towards the stone chair.

But just as he was about to step forward and sit down, when he touched the white bone, a light cough suddenly sounded outside the hall.

"Ahem, cough, don't touch him yet, that seat is not yours, Gong Jiu!"

In a word, a clear and light voice instantly overshadowed all the sounds in the hall.

This voice only seems to be filled with an invisible magic, which makes people subconsciously want to see the person who speaks when they hear it.

Lu Xiaofeng just watched it, and he was also stunned.

Outside the hall, a person in green clothes and white hair walked in slowly, with his hands on his sleeves, coming casually.

"What are you, you know each other quickly?"

A blue-faced man came back to his senses and couldn't help but sneer when he saw him walking in alone.

But before he finished speaking, he had already seen a pair of eyes glance faintly, just glanced at him, only in the horror of everyone, the blue-faced man suddenly shook his body, and then burst out dozens of bloody arrows all over his body, and fell straight down.

In front of everyone's eyes, he walked towards the stone chair step by step, and said a word softly towards Gong Jiu, "Retreat", as soon as the words fell, a wisp of white gas suddenly spit out from his mouth like a shocking lightning, and went straight to the head of Gong Jiu.

Gong Jiu really retreated, startled.

Looking at the bones of Xiao Siwu in front of him, this person's eyes moved slightly, and when he reached out and touched it, the white bones instantly turned into dust and scattered all over the ground.

"Alas!"

A soft sigh.

Flick your sleeves and sit down.

"This seat, Su Qing!"