At this time, it was approaching the time of the child, and many warriors on the Elephant Mountain were extremely excited, and the excitement was not that the New Year's bell was about to ring, but that a big battle was coming

There is a thin layer of fog rippling on the mountain, and the elephant mountain at this time looks extremely dreamy.

In the distance, another figure appeared in the mist.

A faint figure seems to be lighter than the fog, more illusory than the fog, and more elusive.

Even if you see this person appear with your own eyes, it is difficult to believe that he really appeared from the earth, and even if you know that he is not a ghost or a ghost, it is difficult to believe that he is really a person.

The man in the fog looked at the top of the mountain calmly, and no one could describe what kind of eyes they were.

Of course, his eyes are on his face, but his face has dissolved in the mist, and although his eyes have light, even this light seems to be one with the mist.

The man in the fog suddenly said, "A few of you came early!"

When the masked men heard this, they were shocked and sighed in their hearts, they didn't even notice this person's arrival, if this person sneaked attacked, I was afraid that they would be more than lucky

One of the black-robed men wearing a bull's head mask chuckled and said, "I didn't expect even the King of Silla to come!"

The man in the fog was the first in the Hall of Fame, the King of Silla, and it was rumored that this man had killed countless people, and no one had ever seen his true face, and no one even knew his name. I only know that he has the title of King of Silla, and this person is like the ethereal fog that people can't see through and can't touch

"I didn't expect that the top ten masters of my Hall of Fame have reached nine of them today, but that kid from the Xuan Snake didn't come, otherwise it would have alarmed the whole of China, hahahaha" The bull-headed masked man laughed loudly

Like the top of the mountain

They stared at each other, their eyes as calm as water, and they couldn't see the slightest emotion.

The two of them stared at each other, their eyes glowing with each other.

"Teacher Zhang, please," Don't forget to say lightly

"Please," Zhang Congzhi smiled

"Never die," the two suddenly stared at each other and said in unison

At this moment, the mountain seemed unusually silent, and everyone was staring closely at the two people on the top of the snowy mountain.

Suddenly, Don't forget to move, the sword finger of his right hand pointed lightly, and a cyan sword qi gushed out from his fingertips, forming a sharp sword that was about nine inches long

Zhang Congzhi appeared in vain a folding folding fan, with a light wave of his right hand, a cold light shot out from the top of the folding fan, it turned out to be a light and thin soft sword, Zhang Congzhi's feet did not move, and his body floated forward like snowflakes

The sword that stabbed out, the sword momentum was not fast, and the distance between Zhang Congzhi and Mo Forget was still far away.

Before the blades of their swords touched, they began to change constantly, and the movement of the people was slow, but the movement of the blades was very fast, because they had not even used a single move, they had already changed at will.

To others, the battle was neither fierce nor exciting.

The Seven Great Families and the Nine Great Masters of the Hall of Fame had solemn faces, especially the cold sword qi that was full of light

The explosive internal force poured out of Zhang Congzhi's body like a tide, and the martial robes behind him fluttered in the wind, and the reddish internal force moved to the soft sword in his hand like flowing water, and a sharp explosion suddenly sounded from Zhang Congzhi's palm.

A sharp explosion suddenly sounded, and the blade of the sword blasted over like rain, and the brilliant pale cyan light instantly enveloped Mo Wang's whole body, cutting off all paths.

Mo Forget's eyes instantly became fierce.

The sword qi in his hand was lightly counted, forming a strong qi wall to resist, and with a few low roars, Mo Forget's body shot out in vain, and a faint cyan aura quickly condensed in the palm, and the entire palm formed a huge sword blade following the qi wall.

There was a loud "bang", and after the two of them faced each other, they both took a few steps back, and then, their right legs kicked hard, and the blades in their hands were mixed with their own thick internal force and struck forward

With the gravity attack again, both of them looked a little struggling, Zhang Congzhi looked at the folding fan in his hand that had already been broken, his face showed a fierce light, and his slightly curled palm was violently opened, and the terrifying energy shot out like a torrent, and the invisible energy made the air vibrate, thus emitting a sharp explosion

Mo Forget also took his fingers and turned his palm, and the invisible strength of the blade-like palm hit, and a dull roar sounded, but at this moment, Zhang Congzhi, who was originally full of fierce light, froze at this moment, his face changed greatly, and a terrifying force hit his chest along the fist, and his body kicked back a few steps, and he stopped a little embarrassed.

"Di Ting was actually repulsed," a female voice wearing a peach blossom mask sounded in vain in the black robe in the distance

With a gloomy face, Zhang Congzhi's figure shot out in vain, his right hand punched, and his left hand turned into a palm, like a breeze, fluctuating, looking from afar, on the top of the entire mountain, Zhang Congzhi's figure was everywhere.

A gust of wind howled, Zhang Congzhi ghostly appeared in the sky above Mo Wang, with a roar, his hands hit Mo Wu like a ghost, Mo Wang's brows were slightly furrowed, the internal force in his body rolled, and his hands struggled to resist, but his shoulder was hit by Zhang Congzhi's ghostly move, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body couldn't help but take a few steps backwards

Zhang Congzhi saw that Mo Forget was at a loss, his hands were even faster, and Mo Forget used the gas blade, and his palms flashed with cold light, and he greeted him.

This vaporization blade was originally a family martial art of Yang Jiang, and now this vaporization blade is unfolded in Mo Wang's hands, and its power is even more infinite, breaking through the shocking air, and the energy it exudes is shot on the white mountain.

The place on the top of the mountain instantly turned into a broken corpse and flew up, and then it was shattered again by the energy, turning into dust and scattering it.

Hiss------

Even though Zhang Congzhi's hands are as fast as lightning, he can't forget the blade in his hand, although the time is short, the two of them have nearly a thousand moves.

Zhang Congzhi's eyes flashed with fierce light, and the internal strength of his whole body gathered rapidly,

Immediately, the terrifying energy exploded between Mo Forget and Zhang Congzhi, and the energy shot away like a torrent in all directions, and before Mo Forget's right foot touched the ground, his body was like a gust of wind, falling backwards lightly, allowing the undercurrent of energy to shoot out, and the figure swayed, all of which were just right to avoid that energy.

With a few low roars, his hands turned into fists, Zhang Congzhi's figure shot out in vain, and the deep pale red internal force quickly condensed in the palm, and the strong internal force mixed with the sound of the tiger roaring wind approached Mo Forget

"Die!" Zhang Congzhi suddenly said in a cold voice, obviously wanting the final blow

At the moment when Zhang Congzhi spoke out, Mo Forget's chest ** emitted a bright blue light, and his breath was like a flood, terrifying and abnormal.

When the man in the fog in the distance saw the bright blue light on Mo Forget's chest, his eyes that were integrated with the fog couldn't help but widen a little

"Bang" --

There seemed to be a trace of blue light left between heaven and earth, and at the moment when everyone was still stunned, the sword finger of Mo Forget had already appeared on Zhang Congzhi's neck, and the cold sword qi left a trace of red on Zhang Congzhi's neck.

In a moment, a breeze blew, Zhang Congzhi's head fell with the wind, and the snow-white mountain was already stained red by the blood that rushed out, leaving only an empty body to fall to the ground

Immediately, the whole mountain also harassed, and they all looked at the black-robed hunting young man on the top of the elephant mountain in surprise, and their eyes were full of shock, King Qiao was really not as simple as the rumors

"Hehe, hey, this is quite unexpected!" the black-robed man with the bull's head mask in the distance sneered a few times before disappearing in place

"There are talented people in the country!" As soon as the words fell, the remaining black-robed people also disappeared in place like ghosts

Only the man in the mist, after a few deep glances and never forgetting, melted into the mist, as if he were a part of the mist

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