100,000 mountains, in the dense forest near the Annam side.

An ancient scholar dressed as a young man staggered, covered in bloodstains on a snow-white long-distance run.

"Young master, let's go!" A miserable scream, a young man who was also dressed as a scholar was pierced and died tragically on the spot.

The scholar's face was extremely cold, and his white hand grasped the long sword in his hand, and in an instant, a crisp sword groan sounded, and a cold light appeared.

"Wenhua is like water!"

The scholar's sword stabbed out!

"Die!"

The majestic sword gang rushed into the sky with this cold light, and that kind of terrifying power would tear apart this world in an instant, directly killing all the black-clothed warriors around him who showed joy and planned to come up to surround him!

The heads were rolling, the flesh and blood were flying, and the besieging black-clothed warriors didn't even let out a scream, and they were in both places.

Looking at the power of this scholar's sword, the eyes of the rest of the black-clothed warriors who were also planning to besiege flashed with jealousy, this bloody battle, this scholar's cultivation is not the highest, but the swordsmanship is weird, and it has already caused them a lot of damage.

Seeing this, a middle-aged black-clothed martial artist led by him scolded dissatisfiedly: "What are you afraid of? It's just a swordsman at the peak of his internal strength, no matter how mysterious and weird his swordsmanship is, he can't exert his true power!"

The moment the middle-aged black-clothed warrior said this, the long sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake stabbing at the scholar fiercely, and a fishy breath was released instantly, and the long sword was leisurely, like a poisonous tongue spitting out a letter, turning into a dazzling poisonous sword light, directly stabbing towards the scholar!

When the sword was directed, the grass and trees on the ground withered in an instant.

"Grass Shengling Book. ”

The scholar's body swayed, and he seemed to be crumbling, but his eyes were fierce, he gritted his teeth and made another move, and the extremely powerful sword qi condensed in the sword body, and a sword light tore out, bringing up a surging force, and the sword of the middle-aged black-clothed warrior was violently shaken.

Clang!

The piercing sound of Jin Ge intersecting sounded at the moment of collision, and a terrifying energy fluctuation was also released with this collision, and the surrounding trees shook wildly, and cracks appeared on the ground.

The corner of the scholar's mouth oozed red blood, but he swallowed the blood in his mouth raw, and then, instead of retreating, he gritted his teeth and withstood the energy fluctuations, and his body was even more violently swept out, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out again, directly tearing this terrible energy apart, "One stroke writes Spring and Autumn!"

The sword trembles!

One person and one sword, rushing to kill without fear of death, actually suppressed the opponent's momentum directly, and the tip of the sword stabbed towards the eyebrows of the middle-aged black-clothed warrior.

This weird sword!

Sword Qi blooms!

The middle-aged black-clothed warrior snorted, slashed down with a sword, and against this fierce sword qi, he felt a sense of incomparably aggrieved in his heart, he was a half-step grandmaster, and his cultivation was far superior to the other party, but he had no way to take the other party, and even at this moment, he was attacked by the other party, and was forced to retreat two steps.

"Damn, this son's swordsmanship is really weird! These remnants of the Pang Clan are really tricky!"

If it weren't for the fact that this hateful remnant of the Pang clan had been blocking this, they would have crossed this barrier long ago and penetrated deep into China.

At this moment, a terrifying wave of energy struck.

A giant sword strikes in the void!

Ahhh

Several black-clothed warriors did not have the slightest ability to resist, and were frantically strangled by the giant sword.

"Where's Xiaoxiao?" the middle-aged black-clothed warrior roared and shouted.

The rest of the black-clothed warriors were also vigilant against the abnormality, and they didn't care about besieging and killing the other scholars, so they quickly retreated to form a formation.

"Thief, dare to hurt my young master Ponzi. The voice of Hong Zhong Dalu came, and then everyone saw a tall giant man, rushing from the dense forest, and everywhere he passed, the earth seemed to tremble.

"Who is here?" The middle-aged black-clothed warrior was shocked, the other party's momentum was not under him.

"Pang Clan Pang Lingwen!" the giant man shouted fiercely, and with a virtual move, he took over the giant sword that flew back and circled.

"Withdraw!" The middle-aged black-clothed warrior's face changed, and when he thought of a certain name, he was suddenly shocked, hasn't this person disappeared a long time ago? Is it even rumored that he has fallen?

The scholar at the head looked at the giant man rushing over, his eyes showed a touch of joy, but he couldn't hold on any longer, his body shook, and he was about to fall.

"Young master!" Pang Lingwen swept over and suddenly held the scholar.

"Uncle Lingwen, you're here, you're finally here. The scholar coughed repeatedly.

"I'm late!" Pang Lingwen shook his head in pain as he looked at the remaining young men dressed by more than ten scholars, as well as the corpses of more scholars on the ground.

"Uncle Shi, Yunwen is incompetent, and he has not been able to protect all the senior brothers. The scholar smiled miserably, "I, Ponzi, have finally come to this day." ”

"No!" Pang Lingwen grabbed the scholar's shoulder and shouted loudly, "Heaven is endless, I Ponzi! ”

"What good news?" the scholar laughed miserably, "Since my father's disappearance, my Ponzi clan has been displaced and suffered, how can there be good news." ”

"That's the good news. Pang Lingwen looked at the scholar with a painful heartache and shouted, "I have seen the Holy Envoy!

"Holy Envoy?!" the scholar's eyes flashed with brilliance.

"Yes, Holy Envoy!" Pang Lingwen nodded vigorously.

"Holy Envoy!" the scholar's face was flushed with strange blood, "Why, why did he not appear until now, I, Ponzi, have been waiting for him for decades! In the past few decades, I, Ponzi, have guarded the southwest border, silently sacrificed, and guarded the border of China! Countless deaths have been lost! Where is he?! Why has he not appeared until now!"

Pang Lingwen was speechless.

"I hate, I hate, uncle!" Pang Yunwen looked up to the sky and laughed miserably, and as far as the eye could see, they were all corpses of the same race, and they were all over the place.

"Anyway, he's here, isn't he?" Pang Lingwen sighed, his eyes were clear, "My Pang clan's blood will not be shed in vain!

"Huaxia Ponzi, iron bones, ten thousand deaths are still standing!" More than a dozen scarred scholars sang loudly, and in the depths of the dense forest, resounded a generous and sad song.

100,000 mountains. The wind suddenly rose, like a whimper, like a mournful roar, like an unbeatable steel and iron iron horse stepping on blood.

Jinling.

Jinling University, the most prestigious institution of higher learning in Jinling.

The morning sun shines through the tung trees on both sides of the road, draped in golden flecks.

A teenager, strolling along the boulevard unhurriedly, with a warm smile on his face, attracting the attention of passers-by.

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