After the Demon Sect was re-established, Murong Feng set up a ring in front of the mountain gate to welcome visitors from all directions, no matter who it was, as long as he stood in this ring, he could fight with a Demon Sect disciple, but he was not disabled, the ring would be placed for a month, and within this month, people from all over the world were welcome to come to worship the mountain.

Murong Feng's move was to promote the prestige of the Demon Sect and let the people of the world know that the current Demon Sect could not be bullied, but not all people were so-called good guests, such as a cripple standing in the ring now.

The cripple has been standing in the ring for a long time, and the Demon Sect has a total of eight protectors, and four of them have been killed, although none of them are disabled, but they have indeed been easily defeated.

So the person who came to the scene to meet the enemy this time has become the Great Protector of the Demon Sect, although this person's kung fu is not as good as Murong Feng, but he probably has the realm of a great success, which is much higher than that of several other Dharma protectors.

But when he stood in front of the lame man, his back was already sweating, the sweat was cold, in this spring he couldn't help but shiver, he clearly saw how the previous four protectors were defeated, they all made the first move, but the crutches in the cripple's hand were like the deadly sickle of death, every time the crutches were pointed, a person would fall out of the ring and pass out.

Among the eight protectors of the Demon Sect, only three of them have Heavenly Realm cultivation, and they are not much weaker than when the Demon Sect was strong in the past, but among the eight protectors of the year, seven of them were cultivating the so-called demon skills, and later I heard that in addition to the Great Protector Blood Demon, almost all the rest of the people were slaughtered by the killing god, and now the Great Protector standing on the stage is the worst one among the eight protectors of the year.

"Hmm, Murong Xiao'er is finally willing to send a person from above the Heavenly Realm to come up? This is a little interesting, boy, you should make a move first, although you don't have the slightest chance. The cripple looked up, and from his full head of white hair, it could be seen that he must have gone through a long time, but in the eyes of the Great Protector, there is no so-called elder who is the greatest, and he knows that he can indeed only make the first move, and on top of the dignity of the Demon Sect, he cannot be allowed to consider personal honor and disgrace.

So he clenched his fists and said, "Please advise." ”

After a total of three steps, the eyes of the Great Protector were fixed on the lame man, he wanted to find out if there was any trace of his abnormality, whether there was a little flaw that could be used to attack, but he was very disappointed, the lame man was just a lame, he stood there with a cane, looking at himself with the eyes of a child, there seemed to be a trace of sarcasm and the helplessness of the elder.

Since he is a cripple and can't find a weak point, then attack his feet, the great protector shouted in a deep voice, his whole body leaned forward, his lower body moved forward quickly, his hands were like eagle claws, constantly grasping forward, he had reached the cripple.

The cripple was just like playing with a child, and the whole person pressed the crutches hard, and then flew into the air, constantly beating the hands of the great protector with the crutches, among which there was a sound of gold and stone colliding, and between the two duels, there were countless holes in the ring.

If the claw is an eagle's claw, then the crutch in the claw's hand that looks a little strange and looks more like a stick is a murder weapon used to boil the eagle, the two are constantly colliding, and the sound is getting louder and louder, but after all, the great protector is only the perfection of heaven and man rather than perfection, if he has become holy, the crutch in the cripple's hand is more like the appearance of King Kong.

The hands of the Great Protector were already bloody, and the tiger's mouth was almost bursting, but he felt this person's contempt, he didn't even feel the means of this lame man to defeat others, how could he defeat, so he leaned forward and stood upright, kicked the ground with his right foot, turned his hands into bear paws, and slapped the cripple's head in the air, he believed that his blow would definitely force the lame man's killer weapon.

The lame man's head went down, and the big protector's palms were like slapping watermelons, slapping at the lame man, but the lame man was still not in a hurry, he used the crutch to top, and the whole person retreated, staring at the big protector in the air, there was a trace of compassion in his eyes, just by the force with the crutches, the big protector turned into a human-shaped ball, and was hit extremely high by the crutches, and then the lame man stood on one foot, just like the master in the school beat the disobedient child, and with a backhand slap, the big protector flew off the ring, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

The Great Dharma Protector was the only one who was defeated by the cripple and vomited blood, but the crowd under the ring cheered loudly, because he was also the only one who had fought with the cripple, but in that cheer, no one heard the lame man muttering: "Since you are in the realm of heaven and man, I will only use the method of the realm of heaven and man to deal with you." ”

Murong Feng, who was standing halfway up the mountain, watched the two fighting, and he was worried.

This lame man must have come to disrupt the opening of the Demon Sect, but he arrived a little late, judging from his battle with the Great Protector, although this Heavenly Realm is higher than the Great Protector, he is not his opponent, but his method of defeating the other four Dharma Protectors can't even be seen by himself, and it is precisely because of this that Murong Feng is worried and uneasy.

At this moment, he felt a gust of wind blowing beside him, and an old man with a withered face and gray hair appeared beside him, he looked at Murong Feng, opened his mouth and smiled, there was not a single tooth in his mouth, but Murong Feng's heart sank, and he hurriedly saluted respectfully.

"Meet the Third Elder. ”

In addition to the people who are on the surface of the Demon Sect, the most unfathomable of them are the six elders, when the Demon Sect broke the Sect, they only hid in a cave in the back mountain to cultivate, and after the Sect was broken, they each ran in seclusion, in order not to arouse the hatred of Xi Chu, they didn't even make a move to resist the killing god back then.

After hearing that the Demon Sect was re-established, they returned to the Demon Sect, and now the entire old man who seemed to be able to be blown down by a gust of wind at any time was the third elder of the Demon Sect, Demon Wind.

The third elder didn't reply, and after smiling at Murong Feng, his eyes closed, and in a short period of time, his hair turned black again, and his face became a very handsome young man.

The Demon Sect was once provoked by a person called Tianjun, although the Heavenly Monarch at that time had not yet been known as the later prestige, and the masters who might be sung later in the martial arts should not be underestimated.

"Originally, I was cultivating, but I felt that there was a very strong person nearby, so I told my eldest brother that I would come out to take a look, but I didn't expect it to be him. Demon Feng looked at Murong Feng with a grin, "I'll go meet him, you don't feel how strong he is, it's because you're still a lot behind, there's no need to compare with us hundred-year-old guys." ”

After that, the demon wind disappeared, and when Murong Feng looked at the ring again, the demon wind was already standing on it, but his heart began to be surprised, who could it be a hundred-year-old guy?

He quickly recalled the legends he had heard when he was a child, that the Wukong Demon Monk defeated the five masters of the academy, and among the two people who survived, one of them seemed to have a lame leg, and that person's nickname seemed to be "Painting Jie".

The old guy behind the crowd not far from the ring, when he saw that there was an extra person in the ring, shook the gourd a little happily, and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

Thinking of this, the old guy put down his feet on the table and walked to the nearest part of the ring, and the people next to him didn't notice that someone squeezed over, but when the old guy stood in the front, someone next to him was surprised, when was this person standing next to him.

On the ring, Demon Feng looked at the lame man with a smile: "Old lame, it's not good to paint in the academy, what are you doing in my Demon Sect, do you think you can beat any of the six of us alone?"

The lame man looked at the Demon Wind, there was a look of nostalgia in his eyes, and he said: "Demon Wind, you are still the same little white face as back then, the teacher asked me to come to the Demon Sect, so I came, do you think that if the teacher is not sure, he will let me come? Moreover, who told you that we are alone." The lame man leaned his crutches, and the whole person stood up straight, looking at the demon wind in front of him, and there was also a sense of war in his heart.

"What kind of big chess is that old man in Guiguzi playing, could it be that martial idiot is also here?"

"Now there are not many old guys who can be found in the rivers and lakes, and the thief bald man doesn't know where to hide, and he can only come to you to fight, do you think my senior brother can not come?" The cripple snorted coldly, inserted the crutch in his hand into the ground of the ring, took out a paintbrush from his arms, and looked at the paintbrush as if he were the only one in the world.

"Just hit it. Demon Wind put away his joking gesture, and his eyes began to become serious.

There are five masters in the academy, each of which is a leader in five fields, namely qin, chess, calligraphy, painting and martial arts, but the academy is not more unfathomable than them, but the legendary master of them, Guiguzi.

If Li Gongyang is a ghost warrior in the entire world, then Guiguzi can be said to be in charge of the trend of the entire rivers and lakes, and it is rumored that this Guiguzi has already become a Confucian saint.

The trace of worry between the eyebrows of the demon wind was more worried about the old guy called Guiguzi, why did he target the demon sect this time, but before this worry, since he was going to fight, he would fight first!

The lame man painted, and the brush used the invisible qi between the whole heaven and earth as ink, and the ink turned into a sword, a palm, a fist, a leg and a foot at the tip of the pen, and at the same time attacked the demonic wind.

"I was born a demon, and I have countless appearances, all of which are me. ”

After whispering, there were countless shadows flying out of Demon Wind's body, facing the painting of the lame man respectively, and they were like two commanders, driving thousands of troops.

But in addition to the identity of the commander, the devil wind is a general, the general can kill the enemy chieftain, he walks against the wind, flashing in the eyes of the lame, but the lame man does not look at him, just looks at the pen, the brush is still painting, the magic wind is still painting.

"Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, or butterfly dreams of Zhuang Zhou?" the cripple sighed lightly, in his painting, there were thousands of troops and horses rushing forward, but the general in the army was already bloody.

In the eyes of everyone, the magic wind is like fighting with the air, every move is magnificent, but only a few people can see that the magic wind is fighting with the heart, among the five masters of the academy in the past, Huajie is the best at the gods, and the people who have personally played with the painting Jie have evaluated the painting Jie as the first person in the realm of the gods, and he was able to survive under the hands of the demon monk Wukong, not that he was stronger than the other three brothers who died in the martial arts, but in his god realm, Wukong, who was already a little crazy at that time, thought that he had killed him and Wu Jie.

"It's a bit interesting to be the first person to be a god, but it doesn't seem to be enough to trap this guy. The old guy in the ring smashed his mouth and shook his head with a sigh.

Not long after the words fell, the demon shadows that had turned out of Demon Feng's body returned to his figure, and there was a glint in his eyes, and his right finger swiped lightly, like tearing a picture scroll, and looked up at the cripple again.

"It's not enough to be a god. After the demon wind finished speaking, it seemed that countless people surrounded the cripple, this was the afterimage left by his extremely fast speed, the cripple did not look at the afterimages around him, but just swept the pen around at will, like a drunk madman splashing ink, he had entered the realm of heavenly immortals.

The vitality in the air has become ink marks, and the ink marks fly in all directions, and those afterimages will disperse when they touch them, but those afterimages are not the body, the body is already in the air, and a finger comes from the sky, like a sword.

He didn't look up, but the cripple had already felt the killing intention, he raised his hand and drew a shield on his head, and with a hard push, the shield rushed out, but it shattered under the fingers of the demon wind.

The lame man lifted the pen again, there was ink on the tip of the pen, pointing to the demon wind, at this time the demon wind was already a sword out of the sheath, under the sword, the ink drops only paused and then shattered, the cripple finally put down the brush in his hand, and then entered the realm of heaven and man, lifted the crutch, and the demon wind shook hard, where the two fought, there was a roar, many onlookers did not enter the martial arts realm, all of them were deaf in both ears, even if they were people in the realm of the first grade, they also spit blood.

The demon wind is like a sword, a sword out does not return, under the sword momentum, the lame's feet have begun to tremble, the demon wind felt a trace of sharpness at this time, the whole person turned around in the air, kicked the lame man away, the whole person flew back, and looked at the person who caught the lame man with a vigilant expression.

"I'll just say, among the five masters of the academy, the painting master has always been mainly auxiliary, if it is only him, how dare you come to touch my demon sect, you martial idiot, you are really here. "Caused by the eyes of the demon wind, it is a middle-aged man, the middle-aged man's lips are extremely thin, the eyes are cold but there is a flash of essence from time to time, the eyebrows are slender but thick, like two sharp swords hanging above the eyes, the bridge of the nose is high, the whole person is not like it, it is a sharp sword, after catching the lame man flying in the air, he coldly glanced at the demon wind.

"The Demon Sect should be punished, for so many years, those five people are still practicing the Five Elements Secret Method like five old turtles, and only you are pushed out to deal with foreign enemies, do you think you can really block the people of the world alone?"

"Today, I came out according to the teacher's orders, and I don't believe that I can't force those five old guys, the so-called devil's way, deviant!"

Smiling at the lame, the middle-aged man pulled out a sword from his waist, this is a broken sword, a sword that was once smashed by Wukong's iron rod, but the middle-aged man always carried it with him, and now the broken sword is out of the sheath again, and the academy martial arts idiot re-enters the rivers and lakes.

The people under the ring who are not in the realm have retreated very far, and they have already seen that this fight is no longer a simple competition, to put it mildly, these people are here to kick the restaurant.

But the Demon Sect is not an ordinary martial arts hall, and these people are not ordinary kung fu, and the people above the heavenly realm are really fighting, and they can only be like the fish in the pond that was affected by the fire at the city gate, and they suffered from man-made disasters in vain.

Now there are only more than ten people left who are still very close to the ring, and this ring has been destroyed, the sloppy old guy is already a little moved, but someone is faster than him, Murong Feng has already stood by the side of the demon wind.

"Third Elder, Murong is stupid, he once caused the strength of the Demon Sect to be cut by half because he was too indulgent to some people, otherwise how would these people dare to deceive the head of my Demon Sect, my Demon Sect still has countless disciples, and I will not take half a step back today. Murong Feng's voice was very firm, and not long after his voice fell, the Eight Great Dharma Protectors had already ascended to the stage, and even the pale Great Dharma Protector's eyes were full of fighting intent.

In the past, I retreated, not because I was invincible, but because I was forced by the general trend, and I didn't retreat today, in order to live by standing, and I didn't want to, there were thousands of disciples on the mountain, and there were ten iron men in the ring, and they all had a fighting spirit.

The fighting spirit was strong, but the demon wind just shook his head: "You, retreat, today's battle, you and I will fight, if I win, you Situ Haoran will leave with these people, okay?"

Listening to this title that he hadn't heard for a long time, Situ Haoran's face was still grim: "Let's talk about it when you win." ”

The battle intent between the two forced the others back, Murong Feng could only grit his teeth and retreat, he knew that if the demon wind won, the demon sect would still have a chance of life, he didn't know why these people came, but he knew that he re-established the demon sect at the beginning really just to take revenge, in order to listen to the words of the master of the Heavenly Palace.

But after going down to the Heavenly Palace, he already knew his sister's hatred, and knew many things back then, and he still re-established the Demon Sect, just because of the unshirkable sense of responsibility in the deepest part of his heart and his sense of belonging to the Demon Sect.

If you can retreat in the past, you can't retreat today, if you lose, then you will be defeated, but the six elders of the Demon Sect are still there, could it be that those five people can really watch the three elders meet the enemy alone? You must know that the more than ten people under the stage should not be a good guest.

What Murong Feng didn't know was that there was an old guy in the audience who was disguised, still looking at the two people on the stage with relish, and the old guy who was younger than himself actually had some approval in his eyes when he looked at Mo Feng.

Yes, it is true that not everyone in the Demon Sect is a great evil, extremely vicious, and there are such iron-clad men.

The old guy's heart flashed with such a sentence, he had already made a decision, no matter whether that guy could win or not, he would protect the Demon Sect, no matter what, the reason for the decline of the Demon Sect back then was closely related to him after all.

Although the demon wind won before, but in the face of the middle-aged man in front of him, he couldn't afford to have any chance of winning, this person was indeed not a saint, but it was rumored that he had only lost once in person, and that was the great catastrophe in the martial arts.

But no matter how strong the demon wind is, he doesn't dare to compare himself to the demon monk back then, even if the demon monk has not indicated that he is a sage, but the real battle record is in front of him, as a martial artist among the five masters of the academy, he can only be seriously injured in front of him, what kind of cultivation can he be if he is not a sage?

Except for that defeat, Situ Haoran has never been defeated, I heard that he is the first swordsman under the sword saint Wang Bai of the southeast Shu land, under the sage, there is no comparison, and now, what the demon wind has to face is the first person under this legendary sage.

Situ Haoran had already drawn his sword, and the lame man under the ring threw his eyes at Situ Haoran with fanaticism, this kind of fanaticism is called respect, in his mind, as long as his senior brother draws his sword, he will win, and losing to the demon monk back then is not counted among them, after all, that guy is already a so-called sage.

"Under my sword, there are no celestials, immortals, or gods, only swords. ”

After saying this, the broken sword on his waist had been completely withdrawn, although it was a broken sword, but at this time it was in Situ Haoran's hands, and it was a good sword of the first rank in the world.

The sword was unsheathed, and it was stabbed first, and Demon Wind originally wanted to dodge, but found that no matter how he dodged, even with the speed he was proud of, he couldn't shake off the sword.

Situ Haoran Imperial Sword is not like those swordsmen in the Heavenly Immortal Realm, he always holds the sword and stabs at the Demon Wind unhurriedly, the sword is in his hand, he has entered the three realms of the Heavenly Realm at the same time in the face of the Demon Wind, and the Demon Wind has been unavoidable in the face of the sword in his hand.

Since you can't avoid it, then welcome it!

Since the demon wind is a demon, naturally no one will retreat, and a look of determination flashed on his handsome face, and he punched the sword and began to collide.

Situ Haoran's sword, Demon Wind cultivates demons, for people in the Demon Sect, the body is the best weapon, after entering the realm of heaven and man, most of them will not use other weapons, and the same is true of Demon Wind, and now he is using his body to collide with Situ Haoran's broken sword.

The sword came to life in Situ Haoran's hand, and between the flips of the wrist, the broken sword had already touched the hands of the demon wind countless times, but each time it was not hard to shake, but like a dragonfly dotting water, it was like a dragonfly dotting water, and then retreated with strength. The sword was the same as an embroidery needle, weaving a sword net, but the demon wind could not do anything, and could only see the moves, constantly colliding with the sword.

As he walked forward, Situ Haoran's momentum became stronger and stronger, and the broken sword had turned into a poisonous snake spitting snake letters, ready to deal a fatal blow to the demon wind at any time.

"Broken!"

Demon Feng, who was constantly stabbed or scratched, punched hard, and that punch directly hit the sword net woven by the broken sword, he knew that he couldn't let Situ Haoran gather momentum anymore, he had to strike first, if this punch could be broken, he would have a chance of winning.

But after all, there is no mediocre talent under the fame, Situ Haoran, who is known as Wujie, saw this punch, his eyes lit up first, and then he was indifferent, he knew that he could break this punch.

Under the punch, there was a tornado, there was a thunderous sound, and Situ Haoran under the combination of wind and thunder looked like an insignificant antworm, but he still simply handed out the sword.

The sword net turned into a point, and the moment the broken sword stabbed at that point, the light shone brightly.

"A real person who uses a sword, one sword is enough to break ten thousand laws, and other moves are flashy and false moves in front of the real Dao Zhijian. ”

This sentence was said by Guiguzi to Situ Haoran, after hearing this sentence, Situ Haoran stabbed the sword under the waterfall for ten years, this sword has contained the essence of the ten years of stabbing sword, it is no longer a stabbing sword, but a sword.

Just like handing things out usually, Situ Haoran just handed this sword out casually, but even if there was wind and thunder in front and the demon body in the back, the demon wind couldn't catch this sword, and the demon wind who hit this punch had already seen the result, he was seriously injured, Situ Haoran might be angry, and then recover and come to the peak again, all his moves seemed weak in front of this sword, but even so, he had to attack this punch, even if it was death!

Demon Feng didn't attack this punch, and Situ Haoran didn't hand over this sword, because there was already an extra knife between them, a tattered but majestic knife.

There was once a killing god out of the rivers and lakes, he and the beauty walked all over the red dust, he broke the three realms of heaven and man, immortals, gods and gods, and he and the so-called sage, there was only a line left.

In order to go to the Heavenly Palace, in order to break the sky and ask for justice, he has raised knives for more than ten years, and there is a sense of indignation and killing in the unsheathed scabbard for more than ten years.

The knife in his hand has aura, the knife is itchy, it is stuffy, the knife is out of the air through Changhong, the knife is three thousand miles, the extra knife between the two, the knife is vast, separating the two.

The sword qi was sharp, attacking the sky, and the sky was faintly hit by the knife qi out of a hole, in the hole, it seemed to be a chaos, it seemed to be another door, in the heavenly gate, there were countless qi fusion, explosion, and a roar came from the air.

Holding a long knife and slashing between Situ Haoran and Demon Feng, the momentum on the old drunkard's body continued to rise, the two people who were separated and the more than ten people in the audience, and the people in the Demon Sect who watched the battle, all looked at this person, this knife, and there was surprise, awe, and doubt in their eyes.

When the momentum climbed to the peak, the old drunkard let out a long roar, and the peerless face on the face behind him was difficult to hide, and Murong Feng, who saw that face, had red eyes and shouted: "Xue'er!"

At a certain moment when the thought came to mind, the old drunkard remembered Murong Xue's identity, remembered his relationship with the Demon Sect, and remembered the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the past.

When he saw the moment when the two collided, for some reason, he pulled out his knife, wanting to stop this duel, the knife that was not pulled out even when the little drunkard was in danger, and Li Gongyi did not want to compete when he entered the martial saint realm, and finally came out of the sheath, and at the moment of unsheathing, the sword qi that he had raised for ten years was like a dragon, rushing to the sky, and the dragon roared in the sky.

In the induction of those who broke through the heavenly realm, there was an extremely bright point of light between this heaven and earth, this is the sage, the old drunkard laughed, and the smile was sour and desolate.

Within a radius of thousands of miles from the old drunkard, all the vitality disappeared for a moment, and the long sky pierced by the sword qi was like an extra vortex, and those heaven and earth vitality poured into it, and the rest gathered near the old drunkard, like a courtier's pilgrimage, the weapons of those Jianghu people began to shake constantly, and there was a continuous sound of metal impact in the scabbard and scabbard.

The old drunkard closed his eyes and closed the knife, and the swords in the scabbards of those scabbards were all unsheathed by half an inch, making a neat and consistent sound, and the resonance between heaven and earth at this moment, there were tears in the old drunkard's closed eyes, and the tears were famous, and the name was lovesick.

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At that moment when the sword was like a dragon, the gentleman in a private school in the middle of the week was preparing for class, he felt something, and said: "If you don't give up the knife, you can't enter the sainthood, and it is difficult to enter the gate of heaven without a knife, the so-called trade-off, originally wanted to make you a key, but after all, the key is not suitable for use, this move, good, evil?" Mr. shook his head, he stood up and looked at the cloudless sky, and sighed.

"The so-called good attacker can move above the nine heavens, and the human war is like two countries at war, and the responsibility of resisting the enemy is in your Wang Qi. ”

The gentleman put his left hand behind his back, and his right hand was dotted in the air, as if he was playing with the sky as a chessboard.

Mr. is the most famous gentleman in the world, the most proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the only person who is the only one who is a saint in the highest realm of Confucianism and Taoism.

"It's a pity that the vision of the first half of your life fell on the court, and because of personal feelings, you refused to enter the sainthood, and I am the only Confucian saint in the world, so I am lonely. "Guiguzi's eyes are full of vicissitudes, fighting with people, the fun is endless, but Jun died early, then I can only barely fight with the sky, fortunately, the fun is endless.