On the top of a mountain, there is a majestic and upright figure standing.

The middle-aged man in a purple robe had sharp eyebrows and eyes, and his knife-like face was cold.

"I have already sensed movement on the side of the 100,000 mountains, and I am afraid that the demon world floating slaughter that the old blind man said will be born. ”

Ten zhang away behind the man, there was an old man in sackcloth squatting under a towering tree. The old man folded his hands on his sleeves, his neck shrunk, and he looked like an old farmer. The old man stared at the yellow leaves scattered on the ground and muttered softly.

The man who heard the old man's words didn't turn around, still looking at the mountains in the distance.

"It can be as short as three years, as long as five years. ”

"Alas, it has been stable for hundreds of years, and this world is about to be in chaos again. A few years ago, I ran into that old blind man and wanted to pull him here to help. But he just wanted to find some Rausch apprentice in the broken ground where the bird didn't, and I had been grinding with him for three or four months, and I didn't let out a single fart. The old blind man didn't care about anything else, and he was bent on finding someone to inherit his Shinto and Shinto skills before he died. If you want me to see it, it's okay to blame you and the old sword idiot quite reliably. ”

The old man reached out and picked up a fallen leaf on the ground, rubbed it in his hand, and the withered yellow leaf broke and fell between the old man's fingers.

"Ling Ruoxu went to intercept and kill Ghost Rulai, what was the result?"

The middle-aged man glanced sideways slightly and asked the old man behind him.

When the old man was asked, he seemed to remember something interesting, and said with a smile: "What can be the result, an old sword idiot, a ghost monk, one chasing, one hiding." The old swordsman has been looking around for many years, but he didn't even see the shadow of the ghost monk. It is estimated that the ghost monk has quietly bypassed us and entered Nanchizhou. It's a pity for the ghost monk's lone disciple, the old sword idiot didn't find his master, but ran into him. In the sky of Dongshan, he was cut into eight pieces by the old sword idiot, and his soul could not escape, and he was nailed to the cliff by a sword qi, and the wind and rain beat him, and it was strange and pitiful to look at. ”

After a while, the middle-aged man didn't pick up, just looked ahead.

The old man seemed to be accustomed to the other party's style of cherishing words like gold, and continued to chatter: "Feng Old Monster, once the ghost monk and the old bird join forces and fight together, I am afraid that this Void Spirit Realm will really be ruined." That old bird alone has already given you and the old sword idiot a headache, plus a ghost monk, how to fight this fight?"

The middle-aged man seemed to be impatient to listen to the old man's chatter anymore, and his figure disappeared in an instant. Only the last sentence echoed on the top of the mountain.

"With that nonsense, it's better to go into retreat and practice. Just this step, you old waste can't take it for 300 years. ”

When the old man heard this extremely sarcastic remark, instead of being annoyed, he rubbed his face with a grin. After standing up, the old man still folded his hands on his sleeves and hunched his back. The old man smiled and scolded in the direction where the man disappeared: "It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry, and Lao Tzu himself is not in a hurry. ”

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Outside the city of Liangzhou, by the comb lake.

After the battle between Zhuo Yuming and Fang Qinghua ended, it was really cold on the field for a long time, and no one invited to fight again. The seven people who were ranked three to nine in the last session also sat on the opposite bank and did not move like an old monk.

Just when Jiang Ren wanted to get up and say a few words to warm up the scene, another unexpected person jumped onto the stone platform.

"Brother Qi, Zhengdong is brave and comes to ask for advice. ”

Standing on the stone platform was Lin Zhengdong, who had revealed the cultivation of the seven-rank martial artist in the previous war. And what he is looking at is Qi Huan, who is known as the first person of the young generation in Dongshengzhou.

Qi Huan is a sloppy man with a scruffy beard, and his appearance can be described as miserable. So even if he was a genius on the first day of Dongshengzhou, there was never a fairy cultivator who loved him. However, this rough man, who is known as the first person in Dongshengzhou's kendo talent, won the favor of Ling Ruoxu, the first sword cultivator in the world, and was accepted by the sword saint. It is rumored that after Qi Huan worshiped under the Sword Saint, he followed the Sword Saint to learn the sword in Zhongshenzhou for half a year, and was kicked back to Dongsheng Prefecture by the Sword Saint.

Just when everyone in the world thought that Qi Huan was kicked out of the door by the Sword Saint, fortunately, there was news that the Sword Saint's senior disciple had come all the way to Dongshengzhou to see this closed junior disciple. Otherwise, with the whereabouts of the Sword Saint and other divine dragons, I am afraid that the news that Qi Huan was expelled from the door wall by the Sword Saint will soon be spread by those people who do good things.

Qi Huan had been sitting by the lake with his eyes closed since Fang Qinghua's defeat, but when he heard that Lin Zhengdong invited him to fight, he slowly opened his eyelids. After opening his eyes, Qi Huan stood up, looked at Lin Zhengdong on the stage and smiled.

With a dodge, Qi Huan appeared on the stone platform. He nodded at Lin Zhengdong and said with a smile: "Actually, Brother Lin doesn't speak, I also want to talk to Brother Lin." Brother Lin, if the previous minor injury didn't hinder it, then I would have done my best to draw the sword. Sword cultivation is the most enjoyable against martial arts, fighting with those qi practitioners, always dodging and dodging, and fighting is always not cool enough. ”

"Zhengdong sees the same thing, martial arts against the enemy, is a fist to the flesh. Sword cultivation and sword cultivation, a saber, and a natal flying sword are also pure and simple. Without those bells and whistles, magic weapons are flying all over the sky, and the fight is happy. ”

Lin Zhengdong has actually been aiming at Qi Huan this time. For him, there are few young martial artists in the younger generation of Dongsheng Prefecture who can compete with him. And those who are in the same realm are mostly more than twenty years older than him. So this Weihu said, what he wanted to fight most was Qi Huan, who was a sword cultivator. Ten years ago, his sixth-rank cultivation was embarrassed to go to Qi Huan to try his sword, but now that he is in the seventh-rank King Kong Realm, of course he has to find Qi Huan to fight. In fact, as a pure martial artist, the general of the Great Sui Dynasty Zhenbei was not very concerned about the ranking of the surrounding lake, what he wanted more was just to have a happy fight with the descendant of the Sword Saint in front of him. Even if you lose in public, you don't care.

Hearing what Lin Zhendong said, Qi Huan also laughed.

The two each took a few steps back, Lin Zhengdong clenched his fists with both hands, and Qi Huan held a long sword horizontally, looking at each other and smiling, they hedged away at the same time.

Qi Huan drew his sword out of its sheath and slashed towards Lin Zhengdong's fist. Lin Zhengdong didn't dodge, and directly punched Qi Huan's sword blade, protecting his body, and Qi Huan's sword qi only left a white mark on the back of his hand. When the two of them intersected with their fists and swords, it was naturally a pure martial artist who was superior in strength. Qi Huan was shocked back a few steps, and stabbed straight with his backhand, pointing at Lin Zhengdong's throat. Lin Zhengdong swung the long sword away with his forearm, and crashed sideways into Qi Huan's arms. With a muffled sound, Qi Huan was knocked out.

In mid-air, Qi Huan turned over and landed steadily.

It's just that the moment Qi Huan landed, Lin Zhengdong had already flashed to his side, and a powerful whip leg swept directly towards Qi Huan's head. Qi Huan's reaction was not slow, the long sword in his hand was horizontal, the hilt of the sword was held in one hand, and the other hand was against the sword body, blocking Lin Zhengdong's kick.

The kick of the seven-rank martial artist is so easy to catch, even if compared to the qi practitioner, the physical physique of the sword cultivator is more solid, and in terms of strength, it is not comparable to the pure martial artist whose killing power is all in the flesh. Under Lin Zhengdong's foot, even though the long sword in Qi Huan's hand was blessed with sword qi, it still bent out of a small arc and smashed on his head. Qi Huan flew out again.

However, this time Qi Huan did not give Lin Zhengdong a chance to pursue, and he was in the air, swinging his sword to create a sword qi that was more than three feet long. Lin Zhengdong, who was about to catch up, also stopped, put one hand across his chest, and ate this sword light.