One side is already scattered, although the other side is a little embarrassed, but it is still a whole, and it is clear which of the armies of the two sides is weak and which is stronger.

On the periphery of the battle, there were countless warriors who only thought they were neutral, and the warriors were looking at this side. They felt the onrushing wave of qi, and their faces changed dramatically, and they were terrified.

They don't have a lot of kung fu, so naturally they don't understand what kind of power this is. They were scared, and they were all worried in their hearts: "If this kind of attack is on you, you will definitely be bombarded and killed!"

It's terrifying.

At this moment, the battlefield between the two armies was full of dust, and it had become a white land with no grass, and in the middle of this white land, a huge crater with a radius of 100 meters and a depth of seven or eight meters in the middle appeared impressively.

After a moment, waiting for the dust to be blown away by the wind, two figures appeared next to the pit.

At this moment, Nie Feng was at a loss, and his clothes had already been shattered. His body was covered with palm prints, crisscrossed and bloody. Blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth, his face was extremely pale, and it was obvious that he had suffered a lot of injuries.

And opposite him, Yuan Hao's figure was as stable as Mount Tai. He didn't seem to be in any serious trouble, and after a frequent, he didn't show any signs of injury at all, except that his face was slightly pale and the dust on his clothes was a little more.

Who wins and who loses, by this point it is already clear at a glance.

"What!" Looking at Nie Feng's embarrassed appearance, Yuan Hao narrowed his eyes, with a clear smile on his face, but asked him softly.

"......" Nie Feng looked down at himself, feeling the pain on his body, and then looked at Yuan Hao opposite, his face suddenly showed a little bitterness: "I lost!"

"Then ......" Yuan Hao smiled, stretching the tail of the words.

"Since I lost, then Hangzhou City will be yours......" Nie Feng admitted in a low voice the price he had to pay for losing this battle.

As a gentleman, he didn't have the idea of a relieving.

So this result, although bitter, he still has to swallow it.

"Wind Hall Master, you ......" Nie Fengguang's admission of failure made Ma Ying and Bat, two people who had been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, unable to stand it. For them, who pay special attention to practical interests and do not pay attention to the rules, Nie Feng's behavior is definitely a big stupid move. The world will be a force vying for hegemony in the world, but it is not for teaching its disciples to practice chivalry and righteousness. At that moment, they felt that something was wrong, and they couldn't help but remind Nie Feng.

Nie Feng knew that they were unwilling, but he understood that he definitely didn't have the strength to compete with Yuan Hao now. He smiled bitterly and sent a message to Ma Ying and Bats: "Look behind you! With such a chaotic army, how can it compete with the strict division on the opposite side?"

"This ......" Ma Ying and Bats, the two gloomy guys, looked behind them, and saw that the minions under their command were adjusting their formations in a panic, while the people on the other side had already stood up straight, arrayed again, and understood in their hearts that Nie Feng was right. I really can't fight anymore. If you keep typing, it's a dead word. Although the eagle and the bat kill like hemp and deserve death, they just don't want to die.

If you don't want to die, then you can't fight anymore, you have to shut up.

Ma Ying and the bat shut up and left the matter completely to Nie Feng.

And Nie Feng honestly followed the agreement between the two, let Wei Hou hand over the control of Hangzhou City to Yuan Hao, and then under Yuan Hao's supervision, he took the minions who were originally up and down the Hangzhou rudder to retreat to Yangzhou in the north on the sea ship provided by Yuan Hao.

Yuan Hao didn't treat them like that!

Because the defeated agreement only included Hangzhou City, and did not include the fate of their members of the World Association.

Of course, Yuan Hao can also ignore them to death, but this kind of behavior often offends the world to death. Yuan Hao didn't want to pull the hatred of the world like this, not to mention that Nie Feng was still in charge of this matter, and Yuan Hao didn't want to offend him too much. So, that's it.

After such a busy time, Hangzhou arrived.

Yuan Hao's Heavenly Villa dominates the prosperous land of Jiangnan—he can already claim so. Although there are still large prefectures and counties in the south of Jiangdong, such as Guangzhou, Fuzhou, and Yingtan, which have not yet been controlled by him, everyone understands that it is only a matter of time. The local powers further south were weak, and they were not included in the scope of ancient Kyushu.

With Yuan Hao taking control of the land south of the Yangtze River in less than a month and successfully expelling the forces of the Tianxia Society in Hangzhou, he was regarded by the Jianghu people as the second in Wushuang City, believing that he was a force that could compete with the Tianxia Society.

Yuan Hao's fame thus spread on the rivers and lakes. Many people say that Yuan Hao already has the qualifications to compete with the Xiong Ba of the World Association.

Perhaps, his strength is also similar to that of Xiongba, Sword Master.

This is a very high recognition. After all, in the eyes of ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, Xiongba and Sword Saint are the top first-class masters in the rivers and lakes.

Regarding the rise of Yuan Hao like a comet, people with different minds naturally have different opinions.

"There is such a hero again, and there are more disputes in the rivers and lakes......" On the top floor of a seemingly ordinary restaurant, a middle-aged man with a beard was sighing in the face of such rumors. After he said this, he pulled up the tone of the erhu again, and for a while the mournful music sounded, which made people feel sad and inexplicable.

And at the foot of the Tianshan Mountain, in an inn in Tianyin City, the old man who thought he was tall and had a white beard showed a little playfulness on his face after hearing the news. He whispered softly to a young man standing beside him:

"Ming'er, it seems that the level of this person you call a fisherman is not too bad! Take Jiangnan in a month, this person's means and army management level can indeed compete with the hero. If I can beat him this time, you'll have a chance to wrestle with him. But if it doesn't work...... Naru'er, you and Meng'er had better stay away from Middle-earth. ”

"Uncle...... ......," the young man's eyes widened in hesitation.

"You're still young, you should know how to advance and retreat. And I'm too old and have limited energy, but I can't bless you for long...... I'm not very sure about the battle of tomorrow either. Ming'er, if the Wushuang City is destroyed, it will be destroyed, it is just something outside the body, but you ...... You represent the future of our Dugu family. "Surprisingly, the old man said a lot to the young man.

"Uncle, I understand!" replied the young man. For the old man tonight, the young man always felt that he seemed a little strange.

On this night, the old man told the young man a lot, including some secrets of the rivers and lakes. The old man spoke carefully, and the young man listened attentively, and the night passed. In the end, the young man couldn't hold on and fell asleep, but the old man was still in good spirits and did not feel sleepy.

It's dawn, and after dawn, he will have an earth-shattering battle.

This is a big battle between him and the one on the mountain, and it is also a big battle that determines the general trend of martial arts in the world.

He didn't know what the outcome of the battle would be. But he knew that if this battle continued, he would inevitably die.

Because, the deadline has come.

Hades wants you to die on the third watch, who can keep you until the fifth watch?

This is destiny, and he has known it for a long time.

It's just that he's not sure if he'll be able to take out the hero before the deadline comes.

It is said that he is a ruthless person who is only born for the sword, but who can be truly ruthless in life? The elder brother was killed, the foundation of Wushuang City was destroyed, and the Dugu family was left with two descendants, a man and a woman—and so on, coupled with the strength of the hero, he had to make a move, even if he made this move, he would not be able to survive.

“...... The momentum cannot be exhausted, the words cannot be exhausted, if everything is too exhausted, fate will be exhausted early, if the sword is exhausted, the sword will be broken!!" This is what the monk said to him in the past, but he never paid attention to it.

I'd like to see what happens after the end!

He himself is a man who lives for the sake of the supreme.

Facing the rising sun in the east, he sent a message to the people in the room next to the inn. When the man had come in, he handed the young man who had fallen asleep into his hands, and then set off on his way up the hill.

The people around him wanted to follow him, but he refused.

He knew that this was his last battle, he knew that although his spiritual strength had reached a peak, his body was so weak that he was almost dying, his body was unprecedentedly weak, and he didn't want to put this weakness in front of his own people.

He is a sword master, and the sword master is radiant and invincible.

This is a battle for him to come back to the rivers and lakes, and there is no room for loss!

He wanted to step forward, step by step towards the world meeting.

Time passed slowly, and he had already walked in front of the mountain gate of the Tianxia Society.

The world will be a mountain gate, naturally with white jade as the door and bluestone as the step. The wide 999-step stone steps stretch from the foot of the mountain to the three-branch field at the top of the mountain, and there are no forks in the road.

He walked up and slowly, seemingly easily and calmly, but each step consumed his body's energy.

The shadow of death came a little sooner than expected. He had felt the call from impermanence.

However, he was not reconciled!

Let's go, I'm going up!

Even if this road has reached the sky, I will climb the stairs and fight to the death against the tyrant.

This is my chosen opponent and I have to beat him no matter what!

For the sake of Wushuang City, for the prestige of my Sword Master, and for the future of my Dugu family......

Walk!

The old man was about to step forward, but after all, his supernatural powers were invincible, so he still stopped.

On this stone staircase that almost reaches to the sky. He stood still, his white beard fluttering, his eyes closed, and his dark robe moving with the wind, but he was as immobile as a rock, and his face had a gray color that only the dead have, and he was already dead!

But even so, he still stood proudly on the stone steps, striding forward, as if he was still going to move forward, and he wanted to climb the ladder!

This is his will! It is his last divine thought in the world.

Divine thoughts roam the sky, the will shakes the heavens and the earth, although others stand here immovable, but the will has already broken through the limitations of time and space, and arrived at the place he wants to reach.

At this time, it is already the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the three branches on the top of the Tianshan Mountain are already hunting with flags and drums.

Juggernaut Battle Heroes!

This is a grand event in the world, such a grand event will be held in the world, and many martial arts high-rollers from the south and north of the world suddenly came to the top of Tianshan Mountain.

In today's rivers and lakes, the line between black and white has long been blurred. Of course, there are still such Qing cultivation sects that adhere to certain concepts in the rivers and lakes, but such sects are no longer considered big factions above the rivers and lakes.

Thirty years ago, the nameless anger beat the masters of the ten major sects in the rivers and lakes, and two sects were cut off. Thirty years later, the remaining eight major sects all rely on the snort of the Tianxia Society. The Heroes haven't done it yet, just because they're no longer interested in doing it themselves.

This point has long been understood by the high-level leaders of these sects that have been passed down for hundreds of years, so they are also respectful to Xiongba. They claim to be chivalrous and chivalrous, but they don't seem to know about the hero's brutal act of killing people at every turn.

For them, survival comes first, and chivalry has to come last.

So, they came to the top of this Tianshan Mountain early to witness this battle as nominal neutrals.

Of course, this neutrality is only superficial. Looking at the way these people who came to watch the ceremony were desperately patting the, everyone knew that they were actually on the side of the World Association.

After all, the current world will be the largest force in the rivers and lakes, and it is an existence worthy of the respect of all of them.

At this time, the sky was already white, and the high-rollers who had come to watch the battle had already gathered on the top of Tianshan Mountain. Those who have a bit of identity naturally have a seat, while more people can only stand stiffly.

Little by little, time passed.

Xiongba was already waiting on the main seat of the school field, but the sword master who came to challenge was nowhere to be seen.

The two sides agreed that the time of the decisive battle was noon, but seeing that the sun was approaching that point in time, the figure of that person was still not visible at the entrance of the third campus.

"Why hasn't the Juggernaut come yet?"

"You can't forget, do you?"

"How could it be? How could he forget such a big thing!"

"What's going on here?"

Above the corona of timekeeping, the shadow of the hour hand has been covered with the pillar representing noon. Xiongba snorted coldly and signaled to the ugly man on the side.

Dressed in a yellow robe with big sleeves and a face covered with white powder, Wen Chouchou twisted his body and shook a small fan with a smile on his face and walked out, but his voice was slightly raised: "Everyone...... It seems that Juggernaut can't make it to the appointment on time. In accordance with the rules of the Jianghu competition, I declare ......"

Wen Chouchou was about to announce the result, but he saw a burst of light and shadow in front of him, and a figure that seemed to be real appeared out of thin air, floating with extremely powerful sword intent.

As soon as he appeared, all the masters of the congregation in the world were terrified!

They dodged their gazes, and they didn't dare to look directly at each other. They were horrified by this man.

But they were horrified, but one of them was at ease.

But seeing that on the field of the third branch of the Tianxia Society, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe, with long hair and chest, handsome and majestic, and domineering and awe-inspiring came out, and shouted to the old man with white hair in a deep voice: "Sword Saint, you are late!"

I saw the Sword Saint standing in the void, and said lightly: "You have been waiting for a long time, Xiongba, let's start!"

When the words fell, I saw the Sword Saint stepping on the void, as if there were steps under his feet, slowly walking towards Xiongba, and the sword intent exuded from his body was as sharp as a real sword, cutting vertically and horizontally!