In a matter of moments, the two of them stepped into the ring and stood still. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The referee who was in charge of presiding over the competition took the registration book handed by the assistant next to him again, and shouted loudly: "No. 72, swordsman Sima Jianjun, practicing martial arts is twelve hatred of kendo." D number thirty-nine, Persian Zoroastrian dragon Xiaotian, practicing martial arts for the Yang World Wonders. ”

The battle with the Great Calamity Lama in the morning has already attracted the attention of many people. At this moment, Xiao Sheng stepped into the ring again, and immediately attracted the attention of the eight masters over there. Even the Heavenly Demon of the Troubled Times, who had left before, soon reappeared on the pagoda again, looking down on the ring condescendingly.

Under the ring, most of the heroes of the rivers and lakes at the scene gathered on this side. Some of them were shocked when they heard the referee speak. He blurted out: "Zoroastrianism? Isn't that the Ming Sect? All the members of the Ming Sect are all criminals of the imperial court." This Long Xiaotian actually dared to swagger over to participate in the recruitment conference, he was really bold. ”

Long Kunlun, who was also standing next to him, shook the folding fan in his hand and laughed. Said: "This brother, you don't know about this. Mingjiao to Mingjiao, Zoroastrianism to Zoroastrianism, although both originated from Persia. But actually, they are two completely different sects. ”

The man who spoke earlier became curious and asked, "Oh, what's the difference? ”

Long Kunlun said eloquently: "Zoroastrianism, in the Three Kingdoms era of our Central Plains, was founded in Persia, a large western country. Legend has it that a meteorite fell from the sky that year, causing an apocalyptic disaster in Persia. Just when the lives were in misery, the god of fire came to the world, holding a pair of artifacts to quell the catastrophe and save Persia.

In order to save the world, the god of fire exhausted his divine power and manifested his human body, but it was a woman. The Persian king and the common people were grateful for the favor of the god of fire and honored him as the savior. The god of fire founded Zoroastrianism. It is also stipulated that the successor sect leader must be a virgin Yuan Yin body.

More than 100 years ago, the Zoroastrian religion in Persia was in civil strife. The Divine Fire Saint Monarch, one of the two great Holy Monarchs in the sect, fled all the way east, with the Zhenjiao artifact Blue Wolf Knife, as well as the saint-elect in the sect. On the way, he met Genghis Khan, the Taizu of this dynasty.

The blue wolf knife eventually became Genghis Khan's divine weapon, accompanying him to conquer the world. The saint-designate had a relationship with Genghis Khan, but unfortunately in the end, she had no fate. It is said that the one who killed the saint-elect was the sect master of the Great Brahma Sect back then, the Great Sect of Longzang.

Other than that, Genghis Khan had nothing to do with Zoroastrianism. Therefore, after the establishment of this dynasty, there was no special treatment for Zoroastrianism.

As for the Explanation Religion, its real name is Zoroastrianism, and in our China, it is also called Zoroastrianism. The doctrine is the theory of two sects and three worlds. It is believed that there are yin and yang gods in the universe, each dominating light and darkness, and circulating good and evil. Because most of the believers worship light, it is called Mingjiao.

Mingjiao is divided into the Sun Sect and the Moon Sect. Cultivating the Innate Yuan Yang Qi and the Acquired Xuan Yin Qi respectively. The highest realm is the combination of yin and yang. How powerful are these martial arts? A few years ago, Zhu Yuanzhang, the leader of the Ming Sect, also participated in the battle. I'm sure many of the heroes here have seen it back then, right?

In addition, the martial arts of Zoroastrianism are called sacred fire skills. The cultivator's qi is like a flame, the strength is like fire, the scorched earth is the bottom product, the boiled sea product, the burning sky is the best product, and the fire alchemy body without a cover door is the peak limit, which is said to be comparable to the eleventh level of the Shaolin Golden Bell Jar. ”

"Holy Fire Divine Skill? Several heroes were stunned. He said nonchalantly: "The referee clearly said that the martial arts cultivated by Long Xiaotian are called the Yang World Wonder Sutra." ”

Long Kunlun stretched out his hand and grabbed his hair, with a rare trace of confusion on his face, and shook his head: "Is this...... I don't know what's going on. Well, don't worry, just take a closer look. ”

Everyone nodded yes. They all turned around and looked up, their eyes wide open, staring at the ring. Long Kunlun casually pinned the fan back to his waist, and took out a bamboo tube, a brush, and a specially bound notebook from his arms.

Inside the bamboo tube is filled with ink. Long Kunlun dipped the brush in ink, opened the notebook, and his eyes were also firmly fixed on the ring, without blinking. Your hands are ready to record everything you see and hear in your notebook.

In the martial arts, everyone knows that Long Kunlun is well-read and strong, and he is the number one know-it-all in the world. But who knows how much effort Long Kunlun has put in behind everyone's backs in order to be able to casually tell the secrets of various families and factions anytime and anywhere?

In the ring, although the referee had announced the start of the competition, the two swordsmen who were far away from each other had not yet made a move. But seeing the two are as majestic as the mountains, just like the abyss of the cold pool. Just looking at the momentum, it seems to be on par. The sword intent that is soaring with each other is like a bow full of strings, ready to attack.

After a long time, Long Xiaotian took the lead in speaking, and said in a condensed voice: "Brother Sima, before today, I, Long Xiaotian, never thought that there was a second person in the world who could compete with me in swordsmanship. But now, obviously, I was wrong. ”

Xiao Sheng smiled slightly and said, "There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people on the earth." Brother Long, it's a good thing that you can recognize your mistakes. ”

Long Xiaotian said proudly: "Brother Sima, have you made a mistake?" Long Mou's meaning is just to admit that your sword is qualified enough to compete with Long Mou, but it is not to bow down to you. ”

Xiao Sheng said abruptly: "It doesn't matter, it's just a matter of time or later." However, if you really have the ability to make up for my life's hatred, I will be very happy if I have the twelve hatreds of the Sword King. ”

Long Aotian raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh, twelve hatreds, I don't know which twelve hatreds you have?"

Xiao Sheng said lightly: "As a swordsman, if you want to know the hatred of the swordsman, why do you need to ask? ”

Long Aotian's eyes widened, and he shouted, "Well said." In that case, come on!"

Before the words fell, Long Aotian's body suddenly erupted with a pure yang qi, and his entire body became like a humanoid fire, burning wildly. The entire three-foot ring instantly turned into a hell oven. The temperature is so high that it can almost roast people alive!

The heroes of the rivers and lakes gathered in the audience to watch the battle, although their cultivation is not bad. But under the coercion of this monstrous flame, they couldn't bear it, and they all retreated at least twenty steps away before they could barely stand still.

What the power of the Long Xiaotian Sword is is unknown. But his internal cultivation alone is by no means under the ninth yang of Jiuyang Divine Skill. The catastrophe lama of the Qingtang Tiandi Temple just now, if compared to Long Xiaotian, is simply not worth mentioning.

Breaking his voice and dripping, Long Xiaotian suddenly pulled out the giant sword on his back, clenched between his hands, and suddenly slashed out with a sword. A crimson sword light was immediately like lightning and thunder, breaking through the air and slashing out.

Xiao Sheng was not in a hurry, the sword in his right hand pointed to the previous move, and said, "Zixia, unsheath!"

"Qiang~" Yoyo Long groaned, and should be pointed up. Immediately, Dan saw a purple glow shoot out from the sword box behind him, and he went straight to the crimson sword light. In the face of Long Xiaotian's blow, which was no less than Jiuyang's divine skill, Xiao Sheng was not careless, but actually used his qi to control the sword and perform the sword technique.

Imperial swordsmanship is the most subtle and profound, the most profound and the most powerful of the sword. From low to high, there are different levels such as 100 steps of sword control, sword light turning rainbow, sword qi thunder sound, sword refining into silk, and sword light differentiation. The sword light differentiation that has been cultivated to the highest level, and the head of a person is taken thousands of miles away, such as exploring the bag and taking things, which is incredible.

Xiao Sheng was interested in trying the sword, and he wanted to explore the essence of Long Xiaotian, so when he made a move, he didn't use all his strength, but just used the most basic sword control hundred steps. At the moment of lightning and fire, Zixia and Chimang, the two sword qi thundered and scrambled, each of them shattered, and they were actually fighting equally.

However, this is just the beginning. Long Xiaotian broke off and shouted, and the sword came out like lightning. Before the sword is finished, the sword rises again, one after another, endlessly. said that it was too late and that it was fast, and countless swords were like a storm, slashing furiously and killing overwhelmingly. The momentum is simply appalling.

But no matter how Long Xiaotian tried his best, he launched an attack with all his might. Xiao Sheng has always been the mainstay and stands unshakable. With a flick of his sword, he harnessed the Zixia Sword to and fro, circling and dancing rapidly, forming an impregnable defense. The overwhelming crimson sword is always difficult to cross the thunder pool by half a step.

The Zixia Sword is of peculiar quality. At the beginning of the attack, the sword light seemed to be very inconspicuous. But it is as soft as a cloud, and it is extremely tenacious. The longer you fight, the more stamina you have. In a moment, countless purple lights intertwined with each other, forming a large thick purple cloud, which not only completely blocked the oppression of the crimson sword, but also pressed back towards Long Xiaotian in turn.

The Purple Cloud Sword is overwhelming and overwhelming. In an instant, although Long Xiaotian was full of masculine fire, deep down, there was a trace of chill.

Seeing that the large purple clouds were getting closer and closer, the sword could no longer resist it. Long Xiaotian's face was slightly gloomy, his hands clenched the sword in his palm, and he poured all the yang fire true qi in his body, changed his strategy, and really raised his sword to slash wildly. With one move and three styles, the sword strength is like the scorching sun, and the power is rapidly increased in the mutual agitation, and it suddenly triples!

"Dangwoo~"

The sound of gold and iron intersecting exploded with the sword. The heat wave rolled and spread outward. The heroes of the rivers and lakes, who were already more than 20 steps away, were forced to move seven or eight steps away again. Between everyone's eyebrows, they all subconsciously showed a look of fear and awe.

On the ring, Long Xiaotian's anger subsided, and his face suddenly turned pale. He reversed the greatsword in his hand and slammed it into the stone slab on the ground, using it to unload his strength. But the power of the Zixia Sword was too strong, and Long Xiaotian still retreated seven steps away, and then he stood still. The sword also made a straight and deep mark on the stone slab.

But at the same time, the purple glow in the sky also disappeared. With the blow that Long Xiaotian did his best, he finally succeeded in shaking the Zixia Sword away, barely breaking the move.

Xiao Sheng smiled freely, tapped his sword at the sky, and then swiped down. The Zixia Sword, which was already out of control and hovering into the sky, was suddenly slammed, and then returned to the nest like a tired bird, turned sharply downward, and automatically threw itself into the sword box, making a light sound of "click~".