In the map of Jiangshan Society, Ziwei sighed lightly because of the loss of the spear.

The most powerful curtain leader of the night so far, in his starry eyes, seemed to catch a glimpse of Chen Jiansheng, the dissipation of the snow-white sword qi.

So, the woman wrapped in a wide black robe lowered her head with a hoarse smile.

Inside and outside the mountain and river scroll, all the cultivators who were paying attention to the black-robed Nine Realms in Wutong Yuan noticed the remnants of his qi.

Uncle Qingshan used up all the hole cards with the last sword, and after all, he failed to end this fight.

The Nine Realms Martial Cultivator, who knelt on the edge of the bluestone stone platform, first trembled lightly with his right hand, and then the aura around his body began to slowly stir, and those remnants of the near-nothing martial arts mixed with Dao rhyme slowly circulated above his body, repairing the broken body hidden under the black robe.

A soft cough came from the edge of the stone platform.

Everything was deadlocked.

The Nine Realms Martial Cultivator who had been carrying the dust below for a whole year struggled to get up from the ground, the black-robed cultivator still did not speak, but slowly pulled out a pair of bloodstained soft armor from his upper body.

On the back of the soft armor, there was a hideous sword mark that spread throughout the armor body.

As a result, all those who were paying attention to this battle knew that the reason why Uncle Qingshan's sword failed to succeed was because this martial artist of Wutong Yuan still had such a hole card.

This soft armor that looked like it was not of low rank, although it was weakened a lot by the rules of the Mountains and Rivers Picture Scroll, it still blocked most of the power of Fang Chen's sword.

On the ninth peak, several sighs sounded one after another.

Because the soft armor was pulled out and the scars on his back were affected, the Nine Realms Martial Cultivator of Wutong Garden, whose face was hidden under the black robe, inevitably let out a low inhalation sound.

The black-robed cultivator lowered his head and turned around, his bloodstained knees pulling out a bright red blood stain on the bluestone ground with the pull of his steps, bypassing the deep pit created by the collision and explosion of the Supreme Dao on that side, and staggering towards Fang Chen step by step.

Uncle Aoyama, who was able to support his body with a sting because of his exhaustion, his legs trembled gently involuntarily because it was difficult to bear the weight of his upper body.

The young swordsman's right arm was completely turned into ashes in that explosion, and even the Shen Abyss, the supreme sword weapon of the green mountains, also fell into the deep pit.

Under Fang Chen's left hand, there was only one sting, but there was not a single sword yuan left in his body, and he no longer had the strength to draw the sword, so he could only watch the black robe approach him.

The rest of the Ninth Peak also stared at this scene.

The final catch and fight of the mountains and rivers of the past dynasties is like this.

The arrogance of the younger generation does not allow them to intervene sideways when others fight, and they are not allowed to have outsiders to help them when they are fighting.

Therefore, even if on the top of the mountain, Luo Qianlong, another sword yuan body of Qingshan, is completely able to pull out his hand to help Fang Chen, but unlike the siege and killing at the beginning of the bluestone stone platform, at this time, Luo Qianlong is no longer qualified to make a move.

Fang Chen belonged to the arrogance of a swordsman in his heart, and he was not allowed to ask Luo Qianlong for help.

Therefore, when the black robe walked in front of Fang Chen step by step, the young swordsman raised his head, and could only see the right foot that was constantly magnifying.

The Nine Realms Martial Cultivator of Wutong Garden, the Martial Dao Yuanhai in his body at this moment had also dried up, but unlike Junior Uncle Qingshan, the body of the black-robed cultivator, under the protection of that soft armor, was not injured by the complete inability to move like Fang Chen.

So, the moment the two of them really got close, the black-robed Nine Realms of Wutong Yuan forcibly held back the pain and raised his right foot and kicked Fang Chen's shoulder fiercely.

Under this foot, it was difficult for Uncle Qingshan to stand, the young swordsman let go of the sting in his hand, and under the same residual strength of the black-robed cultivator, he fell to the right, and his body rubbed and slid out half a foot on the bluestone.

The right arm, which had been severed, was once again leached red blood from the broken shoulder under the pitch-black cloth shavings because of the friction with the bluestone floor.

With such a heart-piercing pain, Uncle Qingshan's face suddenly distorted, but the young swordsman still clenched his teeth and forcibly did not let out a single cry of pain.

The black-robed Nine Realms of Wutong Garden, who kicked out, did not make a sound, and the black-robed cultivator raised his head, glanced faintly at Fang Chen who fell to the ground with his long and narrow eyes, and then pulled out the sword weapon inserted in the bluestone, and walked towards Fang Chen again step by step.

The black-robed cultivator stopped in front of the young swordsman, shook his hands together, and then raised it high and stabbed it down fiercely.

In the picture scroll of mountains and rivers, the Buddha and the Taoist looked at each other, a little helpless, but did not say much.

Outside the picture scroll of mountains and rivers, all the sword cultivators in Qingshan sighed a little between their eyebrows, and the younger female martial arts cultivators around them who had just entered the martial arts raised their hands and covered their eyes with green jade fingers, as if they didn't want to see this last bloody scene.

But before the sting fell, Fang Chen, who collapsed on the bluestone ground, suddenly laughed.

With this laughter, the black-robed cultivator's sword weapon, which could be dropped by half an inch, suddenly froze in mid-air.

Under the cover of the black robe, the Nine Realms cultivators of Wutong Yuan glanced at Fang Chen with some surprise, and seeing the crazy smile on the young swordsman's face, he couldn't help but slowly shake his head, and then lightly raised the sting and stabbed it again.

And this time, the sword weapon fell by more than three inches, and it was difficult to store it again.

In that period of cultivation in the green mountains, the three senior brothers of Humble Peak respectively led Fang Chen to three different kendo cultivation paths, among which the fifth senior brother Xu Xin, who had cut off his arms, taught Fang Chen the method of the sword that was quite sought after in the world.

This method of the sword is among the three buildings of the sword, the backward deduction of the first floor of the sword heart, the heart of the sword, not only can the sword eyes break the void, but also can resonate with the sword, thousands of miles of the sword, raise your hand to kill the enemy.

In the three months of all-night hard training on the Humble Peak, although Fang Chen had already mastered such a sword technique, because this move was in a low realm and had not really controlled the sword path, not only was the killing power insufficient, but it was also easy to be easily stopped.

Therefore, in the several battles from the North Ridge to the Eastern Wilderness, and even in the Central Domain, even if Fang Chen never relaxed his practice of this sword, he had never used the method of the sword to make a sword.

However, the situation on the ninth peak at this moment made it possible for the sword to punish the enemy.

The Wutong Yuan cultivators, who had both Dao Yun and Wu Yuan had completely dried up, naturally had no time to react to the sword weapons attacking behind them at this moment.

Therefore, the abyss among the four supreme swords of the green mountain, the moment the sword tower behind Fang Chen appeared, suddenly plundered out, and at the same time fell a few inches in shock, pierced the chest of the black-robed cultivator, and slashed the sword weapon given by Shen Xiang, and the majestic sword qi exploded in his body.

Shen Yuan's sharpness was undoubted, so under this sword, the corners of the mouth and chest of the black-robed cultivator were gushing out of bright red blood at the same time.

The black-robed cultivator of Wutong Garden only had time to bow his head at the end, and glanced at the robe that had been pierced by Shen Yuan, and then immediately turned into a fluorescent glow and dissipated the heavens and the earth.

On the stone platform of the ninth peak, in front of the pillar of light that preserved the dragon qi of Great Xia, accompanied by the hoarse laughter of the young swordsman who was still on the ground, a string of blood-colored handwriting slowly emerged.

Eighth A, Chen Weiyang.

That domineering spear cultivator of Wutong Yuan actually has such a delicate name.

In the picture scroll of mountains and rivers, Fang Chen, whose laughter gradually stopped, narrowed his eyes, looked at the handwriting in front of the pillar, and spit out a few mouthfuls of turbid air with some satisfaction.

Because of the defeat of Chen Weiyang's virtual body, Fang Chen, who fought with him, was under the rules of the mountains and rivers picture scroll, and Wu Yuan and his injuries gradually returned to their peak.

The young swordsman looked at it with some amazement, and in that warm fluorescence, the reformed right hand and arm, and the bottom of his heart yearned for the powerful strength of those great monks between heaven and earth.

There are only the last six people left on the top of the mountain, Luo Qianlong and Chu Qingfeng are still fighting, and the remaining four people have no idea of making another move, this time the rules of the Great Xia Lotus Club have been announced long before many Tianjiao enter the mountain and river picture scroll.

Different from the previous sessions, the final rules set by Daxia for this mountaineering do not need to determine the true ranking of the top six people of the Lotus Club Tianjiao, and only fight for the last six on the bluestone stone platform to determine the ownership of Daxia's dragon qi.

And the real strength ranking of the first few people of the younger generation, in the northern battlefield after the Lotus Club mountaineering, and in the battle with the demon clan, an answer that satisfies the world will really be born.

Those cultivators who watched the last battle of the mountain and river picture scroll opened their eyes one after another, looking at the sword competition between Luo Qianlong and Chu Qingfeng, it was undeniable that the battle between sword cultivators was always the most eye-catching.

Bloody, but mysterious.

Fang Chen, who had collapsed to the ground, had already stood up, and Uncle Qingshan picked up the Shen Abyss and the sting on it, and was about to turn his head to carefully observe the battle of the strongest people in the kendo among the younger generation, but suddenly saw the edge of the bluestone, and a strong figure stepped on the stone platform.

The battle for the dragon qi of Great Xia, the last of the remaining seven people, finally came to the top of the mountain at this moment.

But before everyone could see his face clearly, a giant palm covering the sky fell abruptly with a roar, scattering the figure that had not yet fully boarded the stone platform into a piece of fluorescence.

Inside and outside the picture scroll of mountains and rivers, they were all stunned when they saw such a scene.

Fang Chen, who had just bundled his sword, was even more suspicious, and his sturdy figure seemed to be familiar and familiar.

"The rules of the Mountains and Rivers Picture Scroll have always been like this, in order to prevent someone from entering the dragon qi battle to pick up the leak at the end, so after the dragon qi battle begins, powerful demon beasts will continue to be born on the ninth peak, driving the cultivators stranded in the mountain to the top of the mountain.

At this time, the demon beast level in the ninth peak has already stepped into the top of the mountain, although the last person did not participate in the battle on the bluestone stone platform, but he can support it under such a demon beast until this time, and it seems that he is also worthy of the title of the seventh class of mountaineering. ”

In front of the Stargazing Tower, the only Great Xia Emperor who stood proudly in the sky and stood in front of the Jiangshan Society Map smiled slightly when he saw this, and then explained to the many spectators who were at a loss.

Because the battle for dragon qi on the mountain and river scroll began with all the disciples participating in the Lotus Society entering the Ninth Peak, it was not uncommon for someone to be stranded on the mountainside of the Ninth Peak.

And the continuous increase and enhancement of demon beasts will also drive these stranded young generations to fight on the top of the mountain.

But if someone has good strength, can withstand the attack of demon beasts, and hold on to the end of the fight on the top of the ninth peak, it can also prove that he has good strength and gets a good ranking.

Therefore, under the explanation of the Great Xia Emperor, the cultivators who knew these rules all had a clear face.

Only those elders in Qingshan, as well as Fang Chen and Luo Qianlong who were standing in the middle of the mountains and rivers picture scroll, saw that accompanied by the voice of the Great Xia Emperor, the name that gradually emerged before the dragon qi light pillar was stunned.