Just as Wu Neng, Li Gou and Dao Sanye were fighting fiercely, Tang Juan was also non-stop chasing Wang Kouqi who fled into the distance.

"Tang Gongzi, can we sit down and have a good chat!"

At this moment, Wang Kouqi shouted repeatedly, and the true qi in his body frantically surged between his legs, only to see him take an arrow step "whoosh", and the figure flashed, and he had escaped dozens of miles away.

"I'm an ally, Tang Gongzi!"

"Stop fighting!

I saw Wang Kouqi raising his hands above his head, and his mouth kept begging for mercy.

But Wang Kouqi, who had been shouting for a while, suddenly found that there seemed to be no movement behind him, but Wang Kouqi still didn't dare to act rashly, only to see that his true anger turned around, and he hurriedly ran away into the distance.

After running for a while, Wang Kouqi couldn't help but turn his head to look back, only to see that the originally huge Linjiang City suddenly became very small at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Kouqi looked around and saw that the white-clothed man who had been following closely behind him had not appeared, which made Wang Kouqi's sweaty face finally feel a little relieved, only to see him exhale a long breath of hot air, and stretched out his hand to slowly wipe away the sweat oozing from his forehead.

As early as the moment when Don Juan kicked him out, Wang Kouqi had a clear understanding of Don Juan's strength in an instant.

Perhaps from the eyes of others, Wang Kou Qi is just a master at the peak of the Wang Realm, but those who are familiar with Wang Kou Qi know that this timid fat man is not just a master at the peak of the Wang Realm.

He is the one with the strongest defense among all the pinnacles of the royal realm.

This matter is not groundless.

As early as a hundred years ago, in the battle for the sky, there was a saint who was hidden in the mortal world.

This saint worked in the fields all day long, and on weekdays, he was silent, and he was too honest in his life, and his honesty made people feel bored.

It is precisely because of his honesty that the local idle ruffians often make fun of him, and give him a joking name, called "Wang Laoshi." ”

To say that this king is honest and really honest and stupid, even his wife, who married him, is also miserable in the face of ruffians all the year round, and the child was just born, she left the newborn child and eloped with other men overnight.

To say that this wife ran away with someone should have been a great humiliation in the world.

But this Wang Laoshi was not angry at all, but continued to raise the child very attentively, and continued to farm in the fields without a sound on weekdays.

After these things happened, around Wang Laoshi, there were inevitably more rumors.

Topics such as "This child is probably not biological, and his wife was a person from the Red Mansion back then, because she couldn't stand Wang Laoshi, so she married a rich man as a concubine" and so on are commonplace

There are even nonsense such as "Wang Laoshi's wife was abducted and sold from somewhere else".

For such things, over time, even if Wang Laoshi didn't know, his ears could hear it clearly.

Wang Laoshi still didn't say a word, but slowly smashed the hoe into the loess.

The sun rises and the sun sets, and Wang Laoshi is still as usual, silent.

Gradually, Wang Laoshi's children grew up, and for those gossips, he began to be unbearable, and whenever Wang Laoshi came home, he always shouted loudly to move out of this place.

But no matter what the child said, the king always picked up the hoe and didn't say a word.

Later, people called him "Wang Laoshi" at the beginning to "Wang Laoshi" and finally became "Wang Fool, Wang Dead"

Wang Laoshi was not annoyed when he heard it, and there was a kind of "let the wind blow at will, and I will not move".

If that day hadn't come, Wang Laoshi might always be Wang Laoshi.

On that day, the Firmament Swordsman, who had already become a saint, suddenly passed by this village, and suddenly felt a slight feeling in his heart about the way of fighting for the sky.

At this moment, the Sky Swordsman knew that there was a saint living here.

Interestingly, he searched the entire village, but he really couldn't find out who the saint was.

In the end, the frustrated Sky Swordsman Jian Xin was shocked, only to see a sword light rising into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into hundreds of sword qi and flew down in the village.

The sword qi was like a silent rain of swords, wantonly swaying from the sky above the village.

As long as the people in the village were touched by the sword qi, they were directly killed on the spot, and their bodies were cut off at the waist, which was extremely miserable.

At this moment, the people in the village were terrified, and every household was closed from then on, leaving only a stump that no one had cleaned, desolate and silently rotting.

Seeing this scene, the Sky Swordsman also sighed slightly in his heart, of course, he was not sighing indiscriminately killing innocents.

He sighed that he had missensed it.

And just as he was about to get up and leave, he saw a dark-skinned middle-aged man suddenly appear in front of him, walking slowly towards him.

The Sky Swordsman only glanced at it lightly, and then passed by the dark-skinned middle-aged man.

At that moment, the Sky Swordsman only felt that the originally calm sword intent in his body suddenly sharpened.

The Sky Swordsman turned around and found that the swarthy middle-aged man had just stopped his steps, looking at him blankly.

I only heard the Sky Swordsman say coldly: "You are the saint here"

As he spoke, a strong wind was already sweeping towards the middle-aged man.

Hearing the words of the Sky Swordsman, the middle-aged man's originally dark and bitter face was a little more surprised.

I only heard the middle-aged man say slowly: "My heart has suddenly been a little messy these days, it turns out that it is because of you?"

Looking at the man's Gu Jing Wubo's eyes, the heart of the Sky Swordsman sank suddenly.

This person must be the saint he is looking for.

"What's your name. ”

The Sky Swordsman looked at the middle-aged man's dark and calm face and asked coldly.

"They all call me Wang Laoshi. Wang Laoshi shook his head with some doubts, and said in a low voice.

"Is there any saint who is honest?"

The Sky Swordsman laughed, a hint of mockery in his voice.

For the words of the Sky Swordsman, Wang Laoshi seemed to turn a deaf ear, not only the Sky Swordsman, Wang Laoshi ignored many words.

I saw Wang Laoshi slowly put down the hoe he was carrying on his shoulder, and then looked at the Sky Swordsman in front of him, his usually bitter and dark face became even more bitter at this moment.

After being silent for a while, Wang honestly spoke: "I am not a saint. ”

"But I'm the one you're looking for. ”

Wang Laoshi's voice fell, and then, from all over his body, a thick and silent true qi slowly emerged, slowly enveloping his whole body.

That true qi is like a goshawk soaring in the sky, boundless, like the deep sea filled by Jingwei, boundless at a glance.

It's hard to imagine that Wang Laoshi, who is bullied by others on weekdays, will be one of the few saints in this world!

Feeling the oncoming fluctuations of true qi, the firmament swordsman's eyes flashed with a gleam, only to see that in his somewhat thin body, a sword intent that wanted to tear apart the firmament suddenly rose, smashing the oncoming pressure.

The two looked at each other, the Sky Swordsman's face was cold, and Wang Laoshi just sighed softly.

One is an honest farmer on weekdays, and the other is a peerless person who stands at the pinnacle of kendo in the world.

It's hard to imagine that two people who should have no communication have one more fight to the death because of the road to the sky.

"As of today, before you, I have beheaded three saints, but none of them are as strong as you. ”

Looking at the strong true qi on Wang Laoshi's body, the sword intent in the heart of the Sky Swordsman was also a little impatient.

"Come on. ”

Wang Laoshi didn't seem to understand what the Sky Swordsman was saying, so he interrupted him directly.

"It's fine. ”

I saw a flash of white light in the hands of the Sky Swordsman, and then from the tip of his sword, ten thousand sword qi suddenly poured out.

It was like a rainstorm from the sky, and it all fell on Wang Laoshi's burly and sturdy body.

Looking at the wanton sword qi in front of him, Wang Laoshi didn't dodge or dodge, only to hear a muffled snort in his mouth, a cyan mountain peak as high as a hundred zhang suddenly rose, and the oncoming ten thousand sword qi hit the green peak solidly.

"I'm not going to do anything but this. ”

Wang Laoshi looked at every sharp sword qi that hit the mountain peak, and he said with a somewhat wooden expression.

"Good! good!"

Hearing Wang Laoshi's words, the originally calm face of the Sky Swordsman instantly showed a trace of excitement. I could only hear him say aloud: "In the world, there are still saints like you, you are really blessed with a sword grinding stone!"

As soon as the Sky Swordsman's words fell, he saw the cold light of the long sword in his hand flash, and he rushed towards the Baizhang Qingfeng head-on, and then stood down with a sword.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth were suddenly filled with countless silences, and even the originally unrestrained breeze was quietly hidden.

From the moment the long sword slashed at the mountain peak, a powerful sword intent surged out along the mountain peak

From south to north, from east to west.

That sword intent shrouded a hundred miles, and within a hundred miles, except for this Qingfeng towering, nothing was complete.

From the people who were listening to the sound suddenly fell to the ground, to the wild dogs that were barking wildly, half of their bodies were separated in an instant,

From the towering trees that have stood for a hundred years being cut off at the waist, to the quietly flowing streams suddenly drying up.

That sword intent pierced through this land, and it also slashed all the living beings in this hundred miles.

But the man in front of him just looked at the swordsman blankly, watching Qingfeng above swaying slightly, he showed a rare smile.

"You're okay. ”

Wang Laoshi, who had been silent for a long time, finally held back such a sentence.

It seems to be praise, it seems to be mocking, it seems to be ordinary.

Seeing that Qingfeng in front of him did not fall, the Sky Swordsman did not have a trace of discouragement on his face, but his interest became more and more high.

"Wang is honest, you are not honest. ”

The Sky Swordsman laughed, and another sword fell.

The moment this sword took off, it was no longer a mortal thing, as if it came from the sky, the hand of an immortal.

But it seems that he wants to cut through the sky and fall the immortals.

Looking at the sword light that was even more dazzling than before, Wang Laoshi's dark and bitter face suddenly had more small wounds.

From the peak of the eyebrows, from the forehead, from the tip of the nose, from the lips, from the ears.

Drops of scarlet blood fell on the yellow earth, kicking up tiny dust.

Wang Laoshi smelled the blood coming from his face,

He licked his chapped lips, his voice suddenly softer, and his person seemed more and more illusory.

Wang honestly said: "The sea does not move, the mountains do not move, and the heaven and earth do not move." ”

I saw the sword intent surging in the sky, like the anger of the co-workers, vowing to let the Qingfeng break, so that the sky will not be covered, and the earth will not be circumferential.

"Everything does not move, I, do not move. ”

Between the words, I saw that the hundred-zhang green peak suddenly rose to ten thousand zhang, towering into the clouds, wanting to make up for the lack of the sky.