Da! Da! Da!

In the sunken huge valley, an uninvited guest suddenly arrived.

The six-meter-tall black tiger roared with its head up, carrying a tall gray-clothed middle-aged man, just like a terrifying hurricane, crushing the ground along the way, and galloping all the way from afar.

His cheeks are thin, about forty years old, the bridge of his nose is firm, and his whole body is as abyss as the sea, which makes people dare not look directly.

In the middle of the night, the gray-clothed man's robe swayed endlessly, turned over and jumped off the tiger's back, scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes like knives, and immediately frowned.

At this time, the ground under his feet was a huge pit as smooth as a mirror.

The surface of the soil resembles molten magma, covered in a layer of glazed material, occasionally shimmering with a terrifying blue glow.

"The battle should have just ended."

The man in gray squatted down and touched the ground with his thick palm, and found that the temperature was still very hot.

He shook his robe fiercely, and a strange smile came out of his mouth, and every word was like a clash of gold and iron, shocking.

"It seems that there are a lot of bugs coming to join in the fun this time......"

The rapid air flow suddenly struck, rolling the gray-clothed man and the giant tiger away, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Between the mountains and ravines, a huge black shadow covering the sky and the sun flew in the air, and from time to time a thunderous beast roared and exploded.

Next to a huge mountain range, there is a swamp that is thousands of miles long, full of strange flowers and plants, all kinds of strange beasts, winged flying snakes that can breathe fire, old turtles that can speak people, loaches as big as mountains, many of which are really unseen, even if they are well-informed warriors, they have only occasionally heard of them in ancient books.

Looking in, at the edge of the swamp, dozens of tall figures can be seen.

These people are separated from each other, facing each other, obviously belonging to two sides.

The powerful momentum collided wildly in mid-air, and the terrifying killing machine was terrifying.

There are about 30 people on the left, all of them with swords and swords, some old and some young, and their blood and qi soar into the sky, and they are obviously strong martial arts powerhouses who have achieved cultivation.

The other side of the force was very strange, led by two middle-aged scribes, and there were about twenty young people standing outside, dressed in Confucian shirts and white clothes, dressed as scholars and scholars.

An elegantly decorated carriage was parked on the inner perimeter, and I don't know how it got to the marsh.

There were several big men around, as well as seven or eight girls dressed as academy students, all of whom looked nervous at this time.

"Wait for the juniors, hand over the treasure quickly! Otherwise, the sword will not have long eyes, be careful to wait for the next body to be different. A heroic old voice came.

On the side of that group of warriors, the white-haired and thin old man led by him exhaled, his blood and qi all over his body were like a big sun, and he looked at the direction of the carriage with a cold gaze.

"Bullying the small with the big and bullying the weak with the strong is really shameless." The middle-aged scribe in the high-crowned suit snorted coldly, and picked up a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, his face full of jealousy and hatred.

On the side of the carriage, another green-shirted Confucian patted the folding fan and laughed loudly: "What Brother Bai said is very true, today's muddy water, but the contemptible must be mixed in. ”

The white-haired old man shook his head disdainfully, glanced at the red-faced strong man beside him, and sneered: "It's useless to talk more, let's see the truth under your hands." ”

The red-faced man coughed a few times, slowly glanced at the scholars, and hurriedly sang and harmonized with the old man, looking up and laughing:

"Qin Lao, I used to hear that the hundred schools of thought have a lot of methods, and they can cut off the rivers with one word, and they can become a world of their own with one throw of the picture scroll. Hmph, I'm afraid it's an exaggeration, but I've never believed it. The way of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, left and right are just small branches of martial arts evolution. Although Zhao's cultivation is shallow, today he is a supernatural power to comprehend the teachings. ”

Before the words fell, on the side of the warrior, dozens of figures turned into black shadows in the sky, and instantly pulled out a piercing sonic boom.

In mid-air, the terrifying huge sword gang roared and roared, mixed with one after another sword gangs that cut through the void, and the power was really amazing.

"Every time there are more dogs slaughtered in the world, I will kill them with a sword."

The middle-aged scribe said word by word, the long sword in his hand was used as a pen, and the void was used as paper. One stroke at a time, horizontal and vertical, like an iron painting silver hook, giving people a strange feeling of iron bones and righteousness.

Every time he spit out a word, the momentum in his body increased a little, and the sword intent in mid-air became a little stronger.

With the influx of Gang Qi and spiritual will, the terrifying sword intent became more and more condensed, and slowly constructed into a simple long sword that was extremely sharp, flashing with golden rays, several zhang long, and the smart place was like a living thing, as if it was indestructible and indestructible.

When the killing word fell, with a whoosh, the long sword with the condensation of sword intent instantly shot out, bursting through the air, splitting two warriors who couldn't dodge in two, splitting a swordsman into the air, and then breaking into the depths of the swamp, sneering.

"Die!" The white-haired old man blasted out with a punch, shattering the void, and instantly blasting a Confucian who was using his palm as a pen to fly, and the terrifying strength shattered the five internal organs and six lungs, and the force penetrated the back of the mountain, leaving a huge and incomparably deep fist print.

Just when the two sides were fighting inextricably and the scholar's side was gradually falling into a disadvantage, a pleasant piano sound echoed leisurely, and suddenly came from the direction of the carriage.

"Dang!"

The rapid sound of the piano exploded, and an iron tower-like swordsman jumped high, one moment, he was about to slash at the young Confucian next to him, and the next second, his body suddenly shot a bloody arrow, like a kite with a broken string, and it was instantly torn apart.

"Dingding! Dangdang! ”

The sound of the piano is long, just like a mountain spring crossing a stream, and the tone is suddenly frustrated, and the soul is lost. For a while, it will be like a drizzle over the bamboo leaves, the sound of the piano will turn sharply, and then it will be like a storm crashing on the shore, and the waves will rise a thousand times, and the terrifying murderous aura really makes people feel terrified.

Every time the piano sounds, there will be a huge knife mark in the swamp on the ground, and every turning point of the piano sound means the end of a certain life.

"Dang!"

The red-faced man roared angrily, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, he split an invisible qi blade, and shouted, "What a powerful female doll!" ”

"Brother Zhao, do it!" The white-haired and thin old man turned into lightning, got rid of the entanglement of several Confucian students, and suddenly flew all the way in the direction of the carriage, and the huge fist rubbed against the air to create huge sparks, with an earth-shattering terrible coercion, and slammed out.

The red-faced man shook off the pursuit of the scribes, instantly turned into a swimming dragon, and roared like thunder: "Die!" ”

A terrifying killing machine loomed over it, causing the void to crumble and twist.

The elegantly decorated carriage was motionless, the wind chimes at the four corners jingled, and even the frightened faces of several academy girls on the side could be seen, and the wind swept away, as if everything was going to be torn to pieces in the next moment.

Bang!

Suddenly, the curtain of the carriage was windless, and a piece of snow-white paper spun a few times, and flew out of it at great speed.

Immediately afterwards, one by one, the strange words of the big bucket appeared, one by one, like a knife splitting an axe and chisel, looking at it like a towering mountain, people couldn't help but want to surrender and bow, and their hearts felt suffocated.

The white jade-like paper came as a hood, the brilliant colors in it kept flickering, the slightest mist rose, and a tall and matchless figure with three heads and six arms could be faintly seen, holding various weapons looming.

The white-haired and thin old man's pupils shrank, and with a wave of his fist that pierced the void, he suddenly exclaimed: "It's a curse, this is the pen and ink of the Great Confucian!" ”

Rumble!

The sky suddenly darkened, and the terrifying coercion was like the collapse of a mountain, and it immediately descended.

Thank you all for your support! Because of the rush of time, this chapter is a bit rough written, try to get closer to the free retraction, I will handle everything in order, don't worry, there are still a lot of important settings in this article that have not been written, as the story unfolds, take your time. Will try to write better and better, thank you! o>_<oGearing up... I also hope that you will give some good opinions*^_^*