Wuqi nodded, only then did he understand this history of the Atlantis Continent, and asked, "Then is the current emperor of the Eastern Xiuzhen Continent still Li Xiaoyi?"

The Southern Orc shook his head and said, "The current emperor is Li Yiming, Li Xiaoyi is the founding emperor of the Eastern Xiuzhen Kingdom, he only lived for a hundred years and died early. ”

"Okay, I see. Then I'll come when I go. You just wait here for a while, you Southern Orcs can do this little thing without much effort. He said with no surprise in his chest.

When the words landed, his body shook, and the person disappeared immediately, like a gust of wind, leaving no trace. When it reappeared, it was already on the top of a towering, steep, rocky peak. Above a huge square, hundreds of flying swords were flying in the air with great brilliance at the moment, competing with each other in swordsmanship.

On the square, hundreds of young people dressed as monks swiped their fingers hard, pinched out one after another tedious and esoteric hand duels, and tried to control their flying swords, and an elder patrolled ahead, nodding in approval or shaking his head from time to time.

"Yes, that's it, keep it up ......"

"You're not doing it right! Hands should be lowered, I told you to lower a little, do you hear?"

But at this moment, the old man's face suddenly changed, his eyes flashed with a surprise that he had never seen before, and his eyes looked sharply towards the south, and at the same time, with a flip of his wrist, a flying sword suddenly erupted from the old man's mouth, hanging in front of him, and he immediately put on a posture to meet the enemy, and the young disciples in front of him couldn't help but be stunned.

"What the hell happened to the Elder?"

"I don't know. ”

The children couldn't help but look at each other.

The old man ignored it. It's just a black line on his forehead. If it had been normal and this kind of thing had happened, it would have been slapped a long time ago, and it would have taught these juniors who were not firm in their hearts a lesson, where could they tolerate it. But now, I have to endure it. Because, the old man felt a very unkind aura coming from the far south, rushing at a very fast speed.

"May I ask who is here, can you show up?" asked the old man with a gentle expression.

Suddenly, a voice came from the sky, "Yes." A small figure followed. Exactly Wuqi. There was a look of calm in his eyes. It fell to the ground silently, silently, without causing any movement, but it shocked everyone. It's huge. Especially the old man who spoke. It's almost popping out of my eyes.

"Wow! this guy is amazing. If you don't control the flying sword, you can walk in the sky, what kind of cultivation is it?"

"From the moment he appeared to the time he landed, he didn't make a single sound. The air fluctuations did not produce at all, as if they had been perfectly integrated with heaven and earth, and I could only see Master do this. But Master has been cultivating for five hundred years, and this person is only thirty years old at most, too young, right?"

The discussion of the disciples sounded again, and when the old man heard this, although he did not say a word, the shock in his heart was no less than that of those young disciples, but more. His eyes rolled, and the old man immediately frowned and thought deeply, comparing Wuqi with the powerhouses on the Atlantis continent one by one, and found that none of them matched the number, and breathed a sigh of relief, and then he regained his composure.

"You're the Flying Sword Gate dedicated to the Southern Orc Clan, right?" asked Wuqi.

"Exactly. A hint of vigilance flashed in the old man's eyes, although he was still very jealous of Wuqi, he was not too afraid, and asked with an unkind expression: "I don't know what this little brother is doing when he comes to my Flying Sword Gate?"

"It's simple. Swear in front of me that you will not be allowed to embarrass the Southern Orcs in the future. Wuqi said straight to the point.

"Little brother, you can really be joking. I think you're also a human being, right? These Southern Orcs are not the same race as us, so why are you on their side? Besides, do you know the power of our Flying Sword Sect in the east of the continent? You ...... at a young age."

Seeing that the old man was still verbose, Wuqi immediately interrupted the other party without interest and let out cruel words.

"Don't talk nonsense with me, I hate babbling explanations, especially with a pretentious old fellow like you. Not directly destroying your Flying Sword Gate is already giving you face, I hope you will be more interesting. You just have to answer me, okay or no. ”

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples in the square laughed, covering their mouths one by one, grinning loudly, with a look of ridicule and contempt. Even though they already knew in their hearts that Wuqi's strength was extraordinary, none of them believed that such a young monk was capable of destroying their Flying Sword Sect.

The old man also had the same idea in his heart, but he didn't laugh, he raised his hand and rushed at Wuqi, and with a hand duel, the flying sword that was hanging without moving immediately roared out, blooming with a dazzling light, and went straight to Wuqi, so powerful that the disciples in the audience were in an uproar.

But in just an instant, all the young children's mouths stopped moving, and they opened their mouths to swallow a mouthful of eggs, and the old man's reaction was the same.

I saw that Wuqi raised a finger lightly without care, and flicked it at the menacing flying sword, and an invisible fluctuation of "Qiang" immediately condensed out, colliding with the flying sword, shattering the flying sword and turning it into four parts.

Then, the aftermath spread, centered on Wuqi, and everyone in the entire square was affected, although the power was not very strong, and it did not hurt anyone, but all the flying swords that were fighting fiercely in the sky fell to the ground, trembling violently, as if sensing an irresistible thought, no matter how the masters drove it, they did not listen to the call.

"This ......"

The old man suddenly gasped, and only then did he understand that the other party was not easy to provoke, so he hurriedly took a step back, sacrificed the housekeeper, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and clicked his fingers in front of him several times.

"Blood Drinking Sword, on!"

A flying sword made entirely of blood appeared, and as the old man pointed forward, it immediately rose against the storm, like an inflated balloon, getting bigger and bigger, more and more exaggerated, and it was almost as big as the entire square before it reached Wuqi.

"Run! Elder's trick is too powerful, if you can't dodge it......"

All the disciples were suddenly in a panic, and one by one the wolves flew away into the distance, but before they could escape far, they were stunned again, their eyes were stunned, and they sat on the ground in fright, almost unable to believe what they saw.

"Insect carving skills. Flashy bad tricks dare to deceive people. Scatter me!"

I saw a flash of contempt in Wuqi's eyes, raised his hand and stretched out a finger again, and flicked at the terrifying blood sword in front of him, and an invisible air fluctuation suddenly condensed out, roaring, colliding with the blood sword, and it was also just an instant, it was like a devastation, tearing the blood sword into pieces, and disappearing between this heaven and earth.

"Poof......

The old man spurted a large mouthful of blood, looked at Wuqi with a pale face, and could not say a word, his eyes were only full of shock and fear that could not be concealed.

"I said, just ......"

Wuqi looked at the old man calmly, and was about to step forward, when suddenly, an angry shout sounded, interrupting him.

"Stop!"

A white figure appeared, like a meteor, rushing out of the hall behind the old man, turning into a middle-aged man, blocking in front of Wuqi. This person is the master of the Flying Sword Sect, his strength is extraordinary, and he has a transcendent aura all over his body, like an immortal, he stared at Wuqi with unkind eyes, and in his pupils, a killing intent gradually appeared.

"Little brother. Having such cultivation at a young age does have arrogant capital. But there are people outside the world, and there are people outside the sky, and you still can't be too desperate. You came to my Flying Sword Sect for no reason, so you are not afraid ......"

"Don't talk nonsense. All I need is a word, and if you promise me or not. Wuqi didn't bother to listen to the nagging, and directly interrupted the other party.

"It's too much to deceive people! Today I won't teach you a lesson, a junior, it seems that you really don't know what the sky is high and the earth is thick. ”

The body of the main body of the Flying Sword Gate trembled, and without waiting for Wuqi's reaction, he directly raised his hand as soon as the sword trick came out, and a dazzling lightsaber immediately appeared in the air behind Wuqi, rushing towards Wuqi's back heart, penetrating Wuqi.

"The door master is invincible, the door master is mighty!!The door master is ......"

Seeing this scene, the panicked disciples relaxed one by one, and looked at the powerful lightsaber with excitement in their eyes, and many people's eyes showed a strong color of yearning.

However, it was only for a moment, and everyone's expressions were stunned again. Because, after Wuqi was pierced by the lightsaber, no one saw the picture of blood splashing, Wuqi's body collapsing, and dying tragically on the spot, the only thing he saw was the picture of Wuqi's body distorted in Yan zhòng.

At the same time, there was another Wuqi in sight, but the position was no longer in mid-air, but the main hall, standing motionless in front of the master of the Flying Sword Gate, the distance between the two was only one meter, but the sense of oppression brought to people was completely different, and the posture was also very different.

"You ......"

The master of the Flying Sword Sect took a step back in disbelief, his body shook, and he almost fell, and his hair was a little messy. But Wuqi always stood motionless, expressionless, unable to see the depth of strength, like a giant mountain submerged in the clouds, giving people an unbearable oppressive force.

"It turned out to be an afterimage! It turned out to be an afterimage!!The attack of the master of the door only hit the afterimage of that person. Am I right?"

"It's so fast, it's so fast, I thought he's dead. Didn't expect ......"

The noise sounded again, but the object of discussion was no longer the master of the Flying Sword Gate, but Wuqi, this mysterious person who suddenly appeared.

"Blood Sword Killing Array!

The master of the Flying Sword Sect reacted quickly, understanding that Wuqi's strength had great reservations, and finally he no longer regarded Wuqi as a junior who could be tortured and killed, but with a thought in his heart, he regarded Wuqi as an enemy of the same strength as himself, and did not hesitate to perform a trick. Four blood-red flying swords suddenly appeared from behind him, and immediately turned into a huge formation, firmly encircling Wuqi. (To be continued......)