Nanli Pavilion, by the ancient road.

The grass is green.

The dark clouds were thick, bringing a whistling wind, blowing the green clothes walking on the official road, and the clothes fluttered.

Steward Chen walked slowly, step by step, his face was very calm.

His body does not have the sharpness that a swordsman should have, and it is even warm like a sharp jade that has been sharpened off the edges and corners.

Soon, Steward Chen stepped on the pavilion steps and calmly looked at the withered old man.

The two who were high-spirited back then, now one is like a withered tree, and the other has one-third of white hair, both of which lack the pride of looking up to the sky and smiling at the heavens.

All those watching the battle held their breath.

Chen Tianxuan, the second rank of the Falling Realm, the first place in the Great Xia Battle List, one of the top ten kendo masters in Great Xia, has a very high reputation.

And although the gun king Yuan Chenggang is not as famous as Chen Tianxuan, he is enough to laugh at most of the monks in the world.

It's a battle of the dragons, and everyone is looking forward to it.

Watching the battle between high-grade monks definitely benefited a lot.

It is rumored that Li Xianyuan, who was the first on the Heavenly List of the Great Chu Battle List, watched the battle of the high-grade monks when he was young, even if he was injured by the qi machine, he did not hesitate to do so, and then finally summed up the experience and techniques from the various battles.

The way of cultivation is inherently mysterious, but in fact, it depends on talent, and there are demons, once enlightened, one step to land on the earth immortals.

Those with poor talent have been stumbling for decades, and they can't climb up to the next level.

Nanri Pavilion in the middle.

The two did not have dry firewood as everyone imagined, and a shocking battle broke out directly in the fire.

saw a smile on both of their faces.

It's like an old friend who hasn't seen each other for many years, sitting down and chatting with each other in the Nanli Pavilion.

On the top of the pavilion, the dark clouds are like the sea.

The atmosphere was a little weird.

The withered old man was emaciated, holding a shiny bamboo pole, his cheek against the bamboo pole, shrinking in a corner of the Nanli Pavilion, and there was no divine light in his blind eyes.

Tilting his head, he said with a smile: "Actually, I already knew that you were in Anping County, if you didn't do it, I wouldn't come to you." ”

"The grievances between you and me need to be settled. ”

Yuan Chenggang, Dao.

Steward Chen sat in a green shirt and looked at Yuan Chenggang: "You can already enter the top ten of the heavenly list, why don't you enter? You must win me?"

"Without Chen Tianxuan's top ten, how boring it is, if I can't beat you, it's in vain to be on the top ten. ”

Yuan Chenggang slowly took off the huge yellow wooden box he was carrying and said.

The wooden box opened, and inside lay two silver spears, which were painted with unique patterns, like the pattern formed by mercury flowing on them.

"The years have corroded your face, but not your competitive spirit. ”

After Steward Chen said a word, he also took off the ancient sword on his back and slowly uncovered the white cloth.

"It's not that I'm competitive, it's just that I, Yuan Chenggang, don't want to win, otherwise I won't be able to sit in the top ten positions. ”

Boom!

The two silver spears were combined to form a long spear.

Lao Su put down the bamboo pole and held the gun.

The gun in his hand seemed to have turned into a bamboo pole that had guided him for decades, replacing his eyes.

Yuan Chenggang stared at Steward Chen with a little cloudy eyes and said slowly: "Actually, you can also not fight...... After all, a fight between you and me, whether we win or lose, is not good for you. ”

Yuan Chenggang tilted his head and said.

Steward Chen completely stripped off the white cloth of the ancient sword and smiled.

"No, we have to fight. ”

"Yes, Liwei. ”

The words fell.

In the ancient pavilion, the atmosphere changed suddenly, from the original chatter between friends, to the impact of landslides and ground cracks in an instant.

The old man Yuan Chenggang laughed, holding the silver gun in one hand, and the tip of the gun touched the ground.

"War. ”

Spit out a word, like a dragon breathing.

Between the flat ground, there are silver spear shadows one after another, like a waterfall flowing backwards, rushing to the sky.

Steward Chen was in the pavilion, standing straight.

The ancient sword in his hand trembled slightly, and there was infinite sword qi, which also broke through the earth and sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

The spear and the sword shadow collided with each other like two big waves.

All eyes on it.

The sky over Nanli Pavilion was like a cloud, and black clouds roared.

The long-suppressed torrential rain poured down and poured over everyone's heads.

The war began.

......

Slums, Gopher Street.

In the filthy, foul-smelling streets, walking corpses ran wildly, their low roars like ignorant beasts.

On the rooftops, the rotten monks were laughing wildly, looking at the walking corpses on the dilapidated streets below, like black pressure on the river, showing excitement.

Of course, it was also a pity that he couldn't go outside Anping County to watch a shocking battle.

Although the rotten monk felt pity, the harvest made him barely acceptable.

"Seven Rank Martial Cultivation...... Tear him alive!"

The rotten monk shook the silver bell and laughed.

Zhao Donghan pulled out the long knife on his waist and swung it violently, bursting with qi and blood, splitting a walking corpse in half.

This walking corpse, whose body is as hard as the martial arts cultivator of the Copper Skin Realm, split it with a knife, and the blade is slightly frustrated.

If it was just a walking corpse, Zhao Donghan naturally didn't care, but ...... At this moment, on the gopher street, hundreds of walking corpses are densely packed, even if it is a seven-rank martial arts cultivator, the physical strength is far away, and it can't stand the other party.

Zhao Donghan didn't know what Luo Hong was doing in the pork shop.

But he did not flee on his own, did not retreat.

It is like a burly mountain, blocking in front of the pork shop, with qi and blood attached to the blade, constantly swinging the knife and cutting it down.

Poof, poof......

In front of him, a flying corpse was split open by Zhao Donghan, and the splattered blood instantly overturned his body.

There was a strong fishy smell, but Zhao Donghan was indifferent and did not move.

Quite a husband is in charge, and he can't open it.

The sky was overcast and dreary, and it had not yet rained heavily.

The blood in the air, the fermentation of the more and more stinky.

The corpses in front of the pork shop are piled up more and more, like two hills, but there are still walking corpses that are not afraid and fly in there.

On the roof, a novice in a tattered monk's robe squinted and smiled.

"He is a good and loyal guard, but sometimes the manpower is poor, and the vulgar warriors will eventually run out of strength...... I'll see how many walking dead you can stop. ”

"Perseverance is good, but after death, it can be refined into a good bronze corpse. ”

"My evil arts, one person into an army! The six-rank martial arts cultivator will be terrified when he sees it, and the seventh-grade martial arts cultivator, how long can he stop it?"

"Do you expect Chen Tianxuan to come to the rescue? At this moment, Chen Tianxuan is afraid that he will not be able to protect himself......"

Shami grinned.

Zhao Donghan was holding a knife, his eyes were completely stained with blood, and Shami's words could not shake his heart.

Childe is behind him, and he thinks he is guarding the door for Childe.

Let these pickled things not be allowed to enter half a step!

The other seven evil cultivators who wore hats on their heads also used means.

They are much weaker than the novices, but they are no less evil.

controlled the demons they had cultivated, and flew out and bit the qi and blood on Zhao Donghan's body.

These demons were like bones attached to the bones, constantly devouring Zhao Donghan's qi and blood, making Zhao Donghan's body gradually cold.

There is even an evil cultivator who controls the demon and rushes into the pork shop to find Luo Hong.

Suddenly.

The chuckling novice, with a froze smile on his face, raised his head to look at the pork shop.

He was a little stunned and surprised.

In his perception, Tu Sanduo's breath of life ...... extinguished.

Shami frowned.

The silver bell suddenly stopped swaying, and the walking corpses that kept rushing out suddenly stopped, and their faces were dazed, and they stayed in place.

Zhao Donghan only had his own wheezing sound like a bellows in his ears.

When the walking corpse stopped flying, it still maintained its inertia and kept waving the knife in its hand.

His body was covered with wounds, which were bitten by the walking corpses, and around him, there were probably more than two hundred walking corpses who were slashed and killed.

After a long time, he was on one knee with a knife, gasping violently.

In the oppressive black clouds, accompanied by the roar of summer thunder.

The heavy rain that had been building up for a long time was pouring down.

It smashed to the ground, splashing up a blood-stained mud.

But I saw that in the pork shop, there was a figure in white clothes, holding the neck of the demon who rushed in alone, and as he walked, the demon's body gradually dried up, as if it had been purified and absorbed...... until they die.

"One man into an army, what a coincidence......"

"Me too. ”

In the pork shop, Luo Hong sat in white, looking at the novice, showing a gentle smile like jade, and his voice was like magnetism, lingering in the sound of rainfall.

The wanton escape of Zhengyang Qi on his body is becoming more and more brilliant like a rainbow.

Like a scorching sun, shining on the world.