The dragon and tiger are fighting, which is the current situation of martial arts, and the Ling Dynasty no longer knows why a large number of secret materials have been sent to various government offices, as well as military hangars and embroidery mansions, but this can no longer be controlled. On the other hand, the Sword Sect also reached a general consensus because of the 'mad demon incident' and fought the Spirit Dynasty together.

On top of a tall tower, an old man is sonorous and powerful, telling the Daoless Spirit Dynasty.

"In this way, for my Sword Sect, my Heart Sword Pavilion will definitely fight with the Spirit Dynasty!"

"Never die! Never die!" Tens of thousands of swordsmen under the tower chanted the slogan, which was majestic and magnificent. The people not far away were all frightened, after all, under the peaceful life, where had they seen so many warriors gathered in one place, and they had to fight with the imperial court?

"Apprentice, remember clearly, on the top of that tower, is the contemporary pavilion of the Heart Sword Pavilion, although the Heart Sword Pavilion is now in decline, but still not to underestimate the Ming God Realm. ”

Mu Qiu next to him nodded cautiously, although he knew his master's true body and had the innate support, but this did not exaggerate his will, because above the martial arts, every innate is worthy of respect.

A flick of dust muttered to himself: "It seems that this is going to enter the imperial capital directly, tens of thousands of swordsmen, can the Spirit Dynasty afford it!"

Just as the swordsmen shouted in unison, and the passers-by looked up, a sudden change occurred. A sharp light broke through the sky and went straight to the old man in the tower. Everyone expected it, after all, this time there is a top innate in charge, and there are tens of thousands of swordsmen, who dares to move such a force. Seeing this, Bu Qianhuai also hurriedly pulled Mu Qiu and retreated again and again.

I heard a bang, the tower was destroyed instantly, Zhang Yiming fell to the ground, his body exploded, and he staggered to the ground.

One move to repel the gods, it is obvious that this is the top innate move. Ouyang of Wanjian Mountain stepped on the misty footsteps and came directly to Zhang Yiming: "Is the old pavilion master okay?"

Zhang Yiming raised his head, waved his hand, and stood up with his sword: "Who is coming? Why don't you show up?"

In response, there was a majestic momentum, mixed with bursts of footsteps.

Between the eyebrows, the momentum is like a mountain, a black robe and white clothes, a silver crown on the head, and a ring-headed sword pinned to the waist.

"Feng Chaoyang...... hmph, it seems that the Ling Dynasty is planning to fight to the death!" As he spoke, a sharp sword tied with a strip of cloth suddenly came out of his body and pointed directly at Feng Chaoyang.

But seeing Feng Chaoyang wave his hand, the black robe came out, his right hand turned into a finger, and a finger fell away, and in an instant, a sword and a finger were deadlocked, and the middle was a full ten zhang away, enough to give way to the huge and distance of Qianhuai's true qi. And when the sword fingers were deadlocked, the dense footsteps gradually became clear, and when I looked closely, hundreds of embroidered messengers were sandwiched in the midst of countless armies.

He Siliang, the 'Tongtian Swordsman' who took the lead, sighed lightly, turned his right hand, and put the sword into the sheath. Then Hang Er Lang looked at the army that was gradually forming a confrontation with the ten thousand people of the Sword Sect: "Hey, hey, hey, I'll say, Feng Chaoyang, your head is broken? The three top congenitals are here, and you came alone, what's the matter? Ling Chao can't stand you, can't he send you to die?"

Feng Chaoyang also withdrew his hand, standing with both hands: "Your Sword Sect is vainly fighting, I will tolerate it everywhere, who knows that I don't know how to advance and retreat again and again, and now I want to enter the imperial capital and disturb the supergang, this is a big crime!" Then he arched his hand to the sky, and said: "However, my great spirit son has the heart of heaven and the intention of accepting all rivers, if he retreats, I can also stop, I can also stop it, and I can ensure that the world is peaceful and all beings are safe." ”

"That's a nice thing to say! That 'crazy demon matter', the evidence is conclusive, how much do you Ling Chao owe me to the Heart Sword Pavilion?" Zhang Yiming ignored his old age and was plotted by Feng Chaoyang, and forcibly stood up, after all, it was a great feud related to the Heart Sword Pavilion, even if he couldn't intervene, but he must not show weakness, otherwise within the Sword Sect, the Heart Sword Pavilion would no longer have a status.

As if he had planned it, without any hesitation, Feng Chaoyang sighed secretly: "This matter is an old matter, and the Son of Heaven does not know, but in order to make up for the loss of the imperial court to the Heart Sword Pavilion, my Spirit Dynasty is willing not to impose any additional taxes on the Nine Great Sword Sects for three hundred years, and every ten years, I will give the Sword Sect five innate pills specially refined by the alchemists of our dynasty as compensation."

Zhang Yiming drew his sword and roared: "If I don't take revenge, I will be a disciple of the Heart Sword Pavilion in vain!

Zhang Yiming's old body burst out unprecedentedly fast, Feng Chaoyang's figure was stunned, and he immediately made a move, without underestimating Zhang Yiming, who was in the realm different from himself, after all, the horror of the martial arts of the Heart Sword Pavilion was imprinted in the hearts of people all over the world, even if he was a top congenital, he had to be careful in the face of the idealistic swordsmanship of the Mingshen realm, which was also the power left by the Heart Sword Pavilion.

"Idealistic swordsmanship! After many years, I am still fortunate to see it. "The 'Tianya Sword Immortal' behind him muttered to himself, but a trace of jealousy and jealousy flashed in his eyes. After all, the declining Sword Sect retains top-notch martial arts swordsmanship, who doesn't covet it?

At this time, Zhang Yiming had already made a move with Feng Chaoyang, and there were contacts between the moves, and he actually fought with Feng Chaoyang, who was in charge of embroidery, with his old body, the realm of Mingshen, and Feng Chaoyang, who was in charge of embroidery.

Many people hiding in the distance scattered one after another, and in addition to this, there were still many martial artists who were not from the Sword Sect watching here, after all, such battles were rare, and they could not only increase their knowledge, but also learn from it. Bu Qianhuai secretly observed, after all, the Sword Sect and the Spirit Dynasty will be the focus of their care in the future, and now they will start the intelligence first, so that they can worry about everything in the future.

Seeing that who didn't say anything and didn't make a move, He Siliang, who already had an opinion, was even more displeased, and directly stabbed at Feng Chaoyang, after all, Zhang Yiming was old, and there was a gap in the realm, if he was not careful, he was afraid that he would die here, and how would the sword world evaluate himself and others at that time. Preventing this matter can even intensify the good opinion and support of the Sword Sect's other faction towards the Tongtian Sword Domain, and he naturally flocks to it.

Just when the two of them in the fierce battle noticed that He Siliang was about to get closer, another powerful palm came with murderous aura, He Siliang swiped his backhand, and the huge palm qi suddenly split into two, left and right, and suddenly dispersed.

"Is there no one who deceives me?"