In the area west of Western Chu, its name is West Desert, and the West Desert used to be the nest of the children of the Demon Dao, of course, this is what it looked like when the Western Chu butcher did not quickly carry a knife into the West Desert.

The roots of the Demon Sect disciples who used to act rampantly in the Western Desert were a big mountain, which they themselves called the Holy Mountain, and the holy mountain in their minds was the Demon Mountain in the eyes of the common people, and others called it the "Heavenly Demon Mountain Range".

After the old butcher stepped on the Western Desert with a knife and horse, the people of the Demon Sect in the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range were almost slaughtered cleanly, and the people who survived no longer dared to act as rampant as usual, so Murong Feng who stood at the gate of the Demon Sect in the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range at this time.

In the past, after ordering the dissolution of the Demon Sect and letting the disciples in the sect hide, Murong Feng went to the legendary Heavenly Palace, and it has been nearly twenty years since then, and he has been a dog in the Heavenly Palace for nearly twenty years.

Murong Feng closed his eyes, thinking about the killing god back then, he still remembered the eyes of that person, cold and fierce, he didn't think about letting the martial artists in the Demon Sect deal with that person, but after all, Western Chu is one of the Seven Kingdoms of the Spring and Autumn Period, and it is one of the leaders today, if it really makes the main force of the Demon Sect pour out of the nest and provoke the anger of the emperor Long Yan, who has a lot to do with the killing god of the Chu State, there will be no place in the world to take in the Demon Sect like the Chu State back then.

So Murong Feng chose to forbear, looking forward to the demon army that had been raised for many years to resist the Wudang army led by the killing god, if it was the best, but unfortunately in the end it backfired, and he could only keep the elite of the demon sect to retreat, in order to find a comeback.

After retreating at that time, he chose to destroy all the evil and evil magic skills, and he knew in his heart that if these magic skills still existed, even if the people of the Demon Sect returned to the rivers and lakes, they would not be able to escape the killers of the so-called righteous people.

Before retiring, he chose to fight with the killing god, with the prestige of killing him, at least let him know a little respect, and left the few radical people in the Demon Sect and those who cultivated those demon skills, intending to give him a heavy blow, and at this moment, the bits and pieces of the year were floating in his mind.

"Murong Feng, since you have dispersed the Demon Sect today, I can spare your life, but those demon cubs who have cultivated that bullshit "Blood Demon Dafa" and "Gluttonous True Scripture", don't even think about giving Lao Tzu a trip today. "The old drunkard of the past, who entered the Tao by killing, entered the realm of heaven and man for the first time, was full of spirit, and led the 10,000,000 Wudang army behind him, standing in front of the Demon Sect Mountain Gate.

As the master of the First Sect, Murong Feng, although he did not dare to anger the Chu State, but the sick tiger still had a little bit of prestige, when he looked at the arrogant old drunkard's posture as if pointing out the country, he shouted angrily: "Wang Qi, do you think that there is no one in my Demon Sect anymore? You were so arrogant when you first entered the Heavenly Realm, although my Demon Sect has declined, but there are also a few Heavenly Realm masters, let me learn your tricks today." ”

The old drunkard laughed, dismounted and walked to a place about dozens of meters away from Murong Feng, the cloak behind the battle robe rose with the wind, and his right hand pulled out the war knife that had not yet rusted at that time, pointing at Murong Feng, full of provocation.

"Less nonsense, if you want to fight, you will fight!"

Murong Feng's cheeks twitched unconsciously, since his father and others disappeared in pursuit of the higher level of the Demon Dao, or cultivated in retreat, he had always been recognized as the first person in the Demon Dao, and now this Wang Qi, who had just entered the Heavenly Realm, put on such a posture to despise himself, which was really infuriating.

With a roar, Murong Feng began to move forward, in the eyes of outsiders, he was like pacing, but in fact, he already had a little bit of the appearance of shrinking the ground into inches that only those who had broken through the sky and entered the sainthood, and after three steps, he had reached the old drunkard's body, and slapped his palm on the old drunkard's chest.

And the old drunkard just turned the knife and slashed at Murong Feng's palm, Murong Feng, who was originally slightly supportive, felt quite bad in the face of this knife, so his other hand turned into a claw and went up, wanting to grab the blade.

When the two of them touched, others only saw a ripple swinging like a devastating devastation, with the place where the two of them stood as the center of the circle, countless gravel flew out, the old drunkard's sword eyebrows raised slightly, and the left hand that was originally free pressed on top of the right hand, the knife was heavy and down, although it sank very slowly, but onlookers could see that it was gradually pressing towards Murong Feng's neck.

Murong Feng, who had suffered a secret loss, crossed his hands and smashed his fist into the battle knife, spurting out a stream of blood from his mouth, and retreated quickly.

Under the mixture of shame and anger, Murong Feng decided to make a heavy hand, at least to teach this martial arts queen in his eyes a lesson, his hands sometimes became palms, sometimes fists, sometimes claws, and wanted to rely on the longevity of his Heavenly Immortal Realm to consume the old drunkard.

Due to the speed of Murong Feng's movement, looking from a distance, it was as if there were multiple Murong Feng attacking at the same time.

The old drunkard secretly praised, he rarely had the opportunity to fight with people in the martial arts in his life, let alone fight with people in the demon path, but now seeing such a scene caught him a little off guard. But he didn't panic, with a knife in his hand, only guarding the vital points, at the beginning, because he was not very used to dueling with the masters of the Heavenly Realm, he had many wounds on his body, but as time went on, he began to borrow the power of Murong Feng, and used his strength to move the knife and fight with his strength.

After more than a hundred moves, Murong Feng finally caught a gap, and punched the old drunkard in the chest with his left hand, but he didn't expect that the old drunkard gritted his teeth and turned sideways, and the punch that originally hit the chest could only hit his right arm, and the old drunkard who changed his hand to the knife, with a knife, planned to exchange Murong Feng's life for a serious injury.

Murong Feng forcibly withdrew his left hand in shock, and pressed down on the old drunkard's left hand with his right hand with both hands, the war knife could not be put up, and in the flying stone chips, Murong Feng vomited blood and retreated, and the old drunkard also withdrew his knife and retreated, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Forcibly ventilate, your qi is out of order, even if you enter the realm of heavenly immortals and understand all kinds of luck methods, you won't be able to raise your qi to fight with me again in a short period of time, you have been defeated!" In the eyes of outsiders, the old drunkard who looked like a bloody man was still cold and arrogant, and he said Murong Feng's current situation in one sentence.

Murong Feng couldn't help coughing a few times, and raised his head in response: "If you want to kill me, I have at least a ninety percent chance of pulling you to the end, don't forget, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be my opponent." ”

"You're not as ruthless as me, and you don't know how to kill people like I do. The old drunkard was disdainful, but continued to add: "But you are indeed stronger than me in martial arts, for the sake of you not doing too many things that are damned by God, I will spare you from dying, but if you really think that you are ninety percent sure that you will pull me to die together......" Speaking of this, the old drunkard's eyes suddenly lit up, and he grinned: "Then you can try!"

Seeing the old drunkard behaving like this, Murong Feng's heart was cold, he felt that his martial arts heart was frustrated, but he didn't dare to step forward again, because even if he died together, it was not worth it! So he stood numbly aside, like countless geniuses in the rivers and lakes who were frustrated and retreated, and became the green leaves that set off the new generation of masters.

The old drunkard retreated into the military formation, and all the soldiers shouted with their arms, Murong Feng's eyes were gloomy, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and turned to retreat. After that, there was a bloody killing, the Wudang army began to charge, and the war between the army and the Jianghu people ended with the death of more than 8,000 people in the Wudang army, replacing the hundreds of lives left by Murong Feng, and it can be drawn to an end.

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Indeed, as the person in the Heavenly Palace said back then, the so-called struggle above the Heavenly Realm is already a battle for the realm, and the so-called martial arts are just one of the avenues to reach the Heavenly Realm. It seems that he has some comprehension of heaven and earth at the same time, but he is always mixed and refined, and he is not good at fighting, and it seems natural to lose to that butcher.

"Tell the sect master, the mountain gate has been erected. ”

The sudden sound of words woke up Murong Feng, who was deep in thought, Murong Feng turned his head and looked at the huge stone gate behind him, the huge magic word, somehow, he always felt that it was not as good as the demon on the previous door, not so chic and wild, not so self-serving.

"It's good, today's Demon Sect is more like a demon cub, and when you grow up, you will become a mad demon again, Demon Venerable, it's not too late. Murong Feng muttered to himself, looked at the few Demon Sect disciples behind him who were kneeling on one knee and clenching their fists, and said: "Gather those disciples you can contact who are willing to return to the Demon Sect, and my Demon Sect will re-establish the sect in half a year, and from today onwards, it will be announced to the world!"

After that, without waiting for those people to respond, Murong Feng left directly, leaving his words in the wind.

"I'm going to meet a few old guys, my Demon Sect has reopened its sect, and someone has to witness it. ”

......

Tian Shijie, who was standing under Tianjing City, moved his buttocks, and the black horse under the seat stabbed the ground with his feet from time to time, and there were eight people behind him, and behind those eight people, there were thousands of sergeants, and those thousands of people were all the sons of the first Deng, or the old soldiers, or the juniors.

"This time I went out of Tianjing City, and I never went back. Tian Shijie muttered to himself, looking back at the former Xiongcheng, he couldn't help frowning, in the moat, he smelled the wine, smelled the smell of perfume, that wine was about the night carnival of those gentlemen, what about the perfume? Tian Shijie looked at it, and his eyes were directed to the secluded harem of South Korea.

Under the bleak autumn wind, Tian Shijie sighed secretly, but unfortunately, he didn't smell much human smell.

Tian Shijie's chest rose and fell deeply a few times, he closed his eyes and took a breath, and shouted: "Leaving Tianjing today, I will ascend to the monarchy first, ascend first and win first, and there will be no return if I don't win!"

In the midst of angry cheers, the black clouds of terracotta that could be seen from a distance moved rapidly, far away from Tianjing. Tian Shijie will lead these thousands of people to travel around South Korea, summon the old department, and suppress the bandits.

Looking at the black clouds in the distance, there are people who are old enough to suddenly remember the same general surnamed Tian back then, after the founding of Korea, only two generals were so tragic and majestic.

One person unloaded his armor, and countless black clouds clustered and drifted away from Tianjing.

One man is the head, like a black arrow piercing the clouds, shooting into the sky.

These two generals are also surnamed Tian, and these two black clouds are still similar in the next year, and they will win first and live up to their military prestige.

At this time, Gong Xian sat in the mansion, looked at Lu Xiao in front of him after taking off his dragon robe, and sighed softly.

"Who said that I Han has no national soldiers, his Tian family has been a national soldier since ancient times. Speaking of this, the old man was emotional, coughed a few times, and on his gray beard, a little blood plum blossom bloomed. Lu Xiao hurriedly stepped forward to hold the old man and patted the old man's back with his hand.

"Prime Minister, please take care of your health, South Korea can't leave you. ”

The old man coughed harder, as if he had a bellows in his body, until he coughed until his body was bent into a shrimp, and he couldn't stop.

"Your Majesty, it's a pity that the old minister is called Gong Xian, and he was born to be the first in the world. After saying this, the old man straightened up his old body and got up to go back to his room.

Lu Xiao got up, his face turned red, thinking of the reason for coming to the mansion, he forcibly held back the anger in his heart and rushed out of the door.

If it weren't for the loyalty of these courtiers who were gradually dissipating, how could he be so low-voiced, your name is Gong Xian, what about Gong Xian? The first Confucian in Korea, the premise is that I approve it!

The old man who heard the sound of the door closing lightly patted his chest with his hand, closed his eyes, his brows wrinkled and soothed from time to time, and the corners of his mouth cracked and smiled from time to time.

"South Korea has a Tian family, how fortunate it is, but unfortunately the Southern Tang Dynasty has a spring and autumn period, Han has the last days, and the Tian family is full of elegance. ”

The old man's voice grew low and inaudible.

It's a pity, he Li Ram has a Ming master, but my palace first, miserable life, after all, I still bear the family, once I enter the court as deep as the sea, it is difficult to enjoy leisure from now on, but my palace first, is to bury my life of literary talent, to this mediocre and inactive three Emperor Han.

The old man's gaze gradually sharpened, Li Gongyang, if I am given the same treatment as you, I really want to talk to you about the Spring and Autumn War, but unfortunately, it is a pity, the sky does not allow it, Tian Shijie, worthy of being the descendant of the Tian family, South Korea owes you a justice to the Tian family after all.

The wind outside the window whistled, like a sign of sadness, like a bright old man's arms......