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Bang -

"I was defeated, at the hands of a martial artist. Got up from the ground, the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth was stained red, embarrassed, Wang Ming no longer had the same spirit as before, pointing to the momentum of the world, his expression was dazed, his eyes were confused, he muttered to himself, he was depressed in his chest, a stream of blood spurted out, and his body staggered and collapsed to the ground.

The physical blow only made him vomit blood, but the mental blow made him lose confidence, his mind was beyond his mind, and his proud dignity was swept away, thinking that he would be ridiculed and ridiculed by others in the future, Wang Ming couldn't help but pass out anymore.

There was silence in the huge square, the result in the ring was unexpected, the promising martial king Wang Ming was defeated, and the sword slaughter with little hope reached the top strongly.

Wang Ming fainted angrily, and there was another person who was not much better than him. Bian Wu sat down on the ground in despair, the light of the thief's eyes was gone, and he was gloomy, constantly recalling the scene of Gu Feng's questioning in his mind.

"I don't know how many people won by Wang Ming, how many gold coins are in total, and how many gold coins are slaughtered by the sword?"

"I bet on the sword to win two hundred and sixty gold coins. Hmph, look at him Wang Ming is still arrogant. ”

"It turns out that I am a fool, but it is ridiculous that I actually laugh at others for being stupid!" Bian Wu muttered self-deprecatingly, looking at the golden gold coins in the tray. "One loss of ten, two hundred and sixty gold coins, even if I sell myself, I can't lose it. ”

Everyone in the audience was stunned, and the knife butcher on the stage glanced around, looking at Wang Ming, who was carried away by the servant, a touch of ridicule flashed in his eyes, and those who did not dare to admit defeat would never become invincible and strong. Thinking that he had actually defeated the Martial King, Dao Tu couldn't help but raise his head and roar.

"Knife slaughter, knife slaughter—"

Countless people cheered the name of Dao Tu, and at this moment Dao Tu was so dazzling and tall in their eyes. The victory of the martial master over the martial king made them see a strong hope, my realm is not as good as you, but I still have hope to defeat you.

Suddenly, the huge square was silent again, only to see Dao Tu's hands pressed down, signaling everyone to silence, striding forward, his eyes swept down, he stopped suddenly, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly.

"Gu Feng, I want to challenge you. There is a kind of coming out to fight!" The rough and arrogant voice rippled like the ripples on the surface of the lake, and everyone in the square could hear it clearly.

"Brother, pinch me, I heard me right, he actually wants to challenge Gu Feng, the high priest of our holy city?

"Brother, you heard me right. Who did he think he was, and defeated Wang Ming's waste-like Martial King, so he didn't take the Martial King strong in his eyes. Is the high priest something he can challenge, can he challenge if he wants to?"

Most of the people gathered in the square were old residents of Shengyuan City, and the appearance of the ancient wind turning the tide was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, full of awe, and when they heard that someone dared to challenge him, they were immediately dissatisfied, and they all screamed and mocked.

Dao Tu pointed his right hand, and he resounded Gu Feng standing in the crowd, and said loudly: "Gu Feng, are you a coward, what kind of hero is hiding in the crowd, stand up bravely." I'm going to challenge you and defeat you!"

Arrogant, domineering, arrogant.

Everyone's eyes were on Gu Feng, and when they saw him, they were stunned, and they couldn't help but start to be a little worried, but they knew that he had just been promoted to the Dharma King, and besides, cultivators did not have an innate advantage over martial cultivators.

Smiling slightly, Gu Feng looked up at the eyes that exuded confidence, arrogance, arrogance, and stubbornness, and his figure flashed into a breeze and floated high into the ring.

A foot away, a pair of feet slowly exposed, followed by long legs, but then a waist, body, neck, head, and in a moment a complete figure appeared in front of him.

"I'm not surprised that you can defeat Wang Ming. I'm a little surprised if you lose. Gu Feng opened his mouth and said flatly. "In addition, whether you have courage or not is not something that others say they have, and they don't have it when they say they don't. ”

Suddenly, Gu Feng's face turned solemn, and he said seriously: "I accept your challenge because you are a respectable martial arts cultivator. ”

Dao Tu's expression was solemn, Gu Feng gave him the feeling of being in a cloud and fog, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't detect the bottom line, and his heart suddenly had no bottom, and he keenly felt the breath beside him, and couldn't help but lower his head.

The strength is unfathomable, it is not just promoted at all, Dao Tu roared in his heart, but he gave up the challenge and was full of unwillingness, and the opportunity was rare. The strong have the dignity of the strong, not that you want to challenge it.

Suddenly, Dao Tu raised his head, his eyes flashed with an elite light, and said, "High Priest, you have cultivated both law and martial arts, and you have become a Dharma King. I'm not your opponent, but I'm going to challenge the ancient style of martial arts cultivators. ”

Gu Feng was stunned.

"Shameless, shameless. It seems that his knife slaughter's face is not only black but also quite thick, but I don't know if the sharp scimitar in his hand can cut it. ”

"How can there be such a thing, if you challenge it, you can challenge it, and you only challenge martial arts, it's really a good calculation. ”

Gu Feng has not yet expressed his position, and the masses in the audience are no longer satisfied, in their opinion, the move of Dao Tu is completely self-aware of being invincible and wanting to be in the limelight, it is purely a trick, how can the enemy duel not use all his strength.

Dao Tu also knew that his request was a little reluctant, ignoring everyone's ridicule, looking at him with burning eyes, and his dark and deep eyes burst out with endless battle intent and a strong intention to sacrifice his life.

I wanted to open my mouth to refuse, but when I met the crazy eyes, Gu Feng's body was stunned, and he couldn't help but smile in appreciation, and he actually saw his own shadow from him, let out a long breath, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I, the martial artist Gu Feng, accept your challenge." ”

Wow -

Everyone was in an uproar, but they didn't expect Gu Feng to agree, and then they became excited one by one, and the person who defeated the Martial King strongly, Bang Dao Tu, faced the ancient style of the Dharma King who achieved the Dharma King in the face of the double cultivation of law and martial arts, and couldn't help but look forward to it.

I didn't expect him to agree so refreshedly, Dao Tu stagnated for a moment, and immediately broke out with a strong battle intent, a strong evil aura stirred around, and the scimitar in his hand was slowly raised, as if he was facing a great enemy, fighting for his life in a crazy posture.

Gathering the breath of the whole body, Gu Feng's expression was solemn, and he slowly opened his posture, staring at the sword slaughter who was ready to perform a thunderous blow at any time, not daring to be careless.

The strong face the enemy, and the victory or defeat is all in one thought.

The momentum of the peak of the late martial artist exploded, without the slightest bit of strong qi, like clouds and mist, light and fluttering, making people feel that he had blended into the surrounding air, and the powerful spiritual power was like a big net staring at his every move.

"Battle-"

"Battle-"

The two of them shouted loudly, and at the same time, the two figures collided together, the sword light, the fist flashed, and the rumbling sound was endless. The two of them were like two shadows constantly entwining and fighting in the ring, and the murderous aura of Sen Ran attacked in all directions.

Under the ring, one by one, the atmosphere did not come out, the eyelids did not blink, staring at the two figures on the ring, but they were too fast, they couldn't see how they fought at all, only two vague shadows were seen, but the cold battle spirit and killing intent made people know how fierce the fight was.

Boom -

A cloud of energy exploded in the center, and the two figures retreated one after another, occupying the side. I saw that the ancient style hair was scattered, the brocade clothes on the body were torn in many places, and the arms and chests were even a little blood red.

On the other side, the knife butcher was no better than taking it, his dark body was full of purple-red palm prints, and the corners of his mouth were even more scarlet, obviously he didn't take advantage of it.

In just one fight, both of them are clear about each other's strength, and the peak of the late stage of the martial artist may break the barrier at any time and successfully advance. Dao Tu's heart was solemn, it was the first time he had encountered such a strong enemy since his debut, and his strong belief was shaken.

Gu Feng was excited, and once again found the crazy energy that he desperately had when he was a child in his last life, the whole person was excited, the fighting spirit was high, the fierce physical collision, the wandering between life and death, once again ignited the madness in his bones, and the Bodhi tree in his mind shook the branches briskly.

"You're strong. The silent Dao Tu actually opened his mouth to praise, ignoring everyone's exclamations, and continued: "However, I will not be afraid, I will definitely defeat you, and let you see my real thirty-six swords." ”

"Thirty-six Cuts--First Style-"

"Second Formula—"

・・・・・・・

"Thirty-fifth—"

The front knee is crossed, into a bow, half of the foot is not in the rock, the knife Tu waved the scimitar in his hand, and slashed thirty-five knives in a row, one knife is as fast as a knife, often one knife shadow has just come out, and the other knife has been chased out. With each slash, the air of the striker was slashed, and a sharp explosion sound, and finally a rumbling thunder sounded when they were connected together.

Thirty-six styles of cutting knives out thirty-five styles in a row, the knife slaughter roared, and his hands were raised high, as if a giant was splitting Huashan, and the last knife was cut - the thirty-sixth style of cutting the knife.

In an instant, the image of the thirty-five swords that had been slashed out before seemed to be alive, and it was actually dominated by the thirty-sixth sword qi, constantly changing directions, sword momentum, and strangely killing towards the ancient style that stood silently.

When the first knife was slashed, Gu Feng immediately felt that he was bound by an invisible force, as the more sword shadows were split, the more obvious the restraint became, and it seemed that he was trapped in all directions, no matter how he dodged, he couldn't dodge, and he was naked and shrouded in thirty-six knife shadows.

Knife intent?

Gu Feng secretly praised in his heart, but he didn't expect that he had already felt the artistic conception of the power before he became a martial king, and integrated into his own sword path, far surpassing the vast majority of martial king powerhouses, and deserved the name of sword slaughter.

Since you can't hide, don't hide anymore.

With a flash of cold light in his eyes, Gu Feng's body stood upright, standing still, slowly raising his right hand, gathering all the spiritual power and internal qi in the human connections in his body, and the momentum of the peak of the late stage of a martial artist suddenly rose by half, faintly about to break the king's barrier.

The golden light in his right hand flickered, and the aura of the strong golden stone lingered, like a golden palm, and his five fingers swallowed the golden light, slowly pushing forward, and the void in front of him seemed to be like a wave, constantly rippling.

Everyone in the audience was shocked, even they felt the chill of death in the knife butcher's qi, but they didn't expect that Gu Feng not only didn't hide, but actually had to fight hard and resist with his right palm.

Poof――

Click――

There was no huge momentum of the collision of mountains and rocks, it was very calm, and the high-standing knife slaughter suddenly spewed out a line of blood, and the scimitar clenched in both hands actually showed a trace of cracks, and a drop of blood ticked along the hilt, and the crisp sound spread all over the square.

Click-click-click-click・・・・・・

The voice became more and more urgent, and the cold scimitar exploded, shattering and falling to the ground. Dao Tu's body trembled, staggered back a few steps, and then stabilized his body, raised his head in shock, and spit out two words: Martial King!

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