On the south bank of the Fuyun River, there are also several figures standing in front of the shore, staring at the other side.

An old man wore armor and a helmet, and there was neither a hanging knife nor a hanging sword at his waist, but there was a thick Gang Qi entwined and stirred on his fists, and he walked away with one foot, as if he was stepping on a mountain.

This person's name is Pan Xiuzhu, the general of Longwu Guotiance, who has been fighting all his life and has outstanding achievements.

It is also a god and demon body cultivator of the Eight Realms who has walked to the top of the mountain.

Not to mention the spirit, especially the gloomy gaze in his eyes and the murderous aura that was inadvertently revealed, if he didn't have a deep background, he would often just glance at him, and he would be like falling into the abyss.

On the left side of Pan Xiuzhu is a man with one sleeve fluttering in the wind, it is Gan Ning, the tiger and wolf general.

He stared at it, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes, and he secretly said in his heart that it was not good.

If the northern border of Chongyang Kingdom was missing that guy who was unique in the world, wouldn't it open the door to the Dragon Martial Kingdom.

Although we are on the same front at this time, we can have a chance later.

Pan Xiuzhu had already sensed Gan Ning's thoughts without squinting, but instead of looking to the left, he smiled at a small old man on the right: "Gan Ning, about the overall situation, you have to learn more from Ji Fu Cheng, and the old man will do such a thing as unloading the mill and killing the donkey?"

The one-armed man suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and did not reply.

The general Huaiyuan, who was not tall, but was like a mountain in everyone's hearts, flashed a trace of deep meaning in his eyes, and said hoarsely: "What is the overall situation, if you dare to cross that line, you can just fight." ”

Pan Xiuzhu didn't get angry again, but told a big secret.

"The senior of our Heavenly Dao Sect in the Dragon Martial Kingdom once revealed a secret to me. He said that every person in this heaven will rise thousands of feet high, which is why he failed to ascend to heaven. ”

"What do you mean?"

Ji Fucheng's face was a little gloomy, "Are you saying that the reason why no one has been able to ascend in the past thousand years is because the sky is higher?"

Pan Xiuzhu nodded, but shook his head again, and said indifferently: "Do you remember the three old guys who were the best of the same generation thousands of years ago, the Taoist bull rider, the Confucian surname Kong, and the one who refined the body and chopped wood." When those three old guys have not ascended, this Shenzhou world can open the sky as long as they reach the peak of the Ten Realms. But since their ascension, no one has been able to open the gates of heaven for thousands of years. ”

He paused and added: "Of course, it's not that the old man of the Heavenly Dao Sect is not high in cultivation, but when the three of them ascended before, they had already raised that portal by tens of thousands of zhang, if they couldn't reach the same height as them, how could they open the sky." ”

Gan Ning raised his eyebrows, "What did Qing Wuji say?"

Pan Xiuzhu snorted coldly, "Actually, everyone knows that there is absolutely no other way than to help each other with that fairy sword." ”

Pan Xiuzhu pouted and said, "What, don't believe it?"

Gan Ning's face was pale.

Ji Fucheng snorted coldly: "You have to pay attention to the wording when you speak, don't sprinkle dirty water in a hot mind, Qing Wuer's ability to soar is his own ability, what does it have to do with the Sword Mountain in the north of my Longwu Kingdom." ”

"You Dragon Martial Kingdom's Sword Mountain?"

Pan Xiuzhu sneered and asserted: "In a short time, it may be the Sword Mountain of the whole world! Why are those old guys willing to meddle in the Chaogang, firstly, because in addition to the cultivation is really boring, and secondly, it is beneficial and forgettable, but this is compared with entering the immortal gate to live forever, which is more important, you know it in your heart." ”

Both of them looked heavier and heavier.

Pan Xiuzhu shook his head and said: "There is a rumor that that Sword Mountain is not an ordinary immortal soldier, even if it is placed in the immortal realm, it is a rare existence, as for why it is in the northern border of Longwu Country, it is unknown." ”

At this moment, the pitch-black river in front of the three of them suddenly rose a hundred zhang huge waves, the waves rolled, the river flowed backwards, and a snow-white sword blade stretched out from the bottom of the river.

Ten miles away from the river, Cao Yanhua held down the hat with one hand and a white flying sword in the other, and said loudly: "Lao Tzu is in a bit of a hurry to leave, it is better to give you a meeting gift first, it would be better if it was a head." ”

As soon as the words fell, he slashed his two swords again, and the surface of the river suddenly lit up, and the water surface kept retreating from both sides, unable to close for a long time.

Although the one-armed man was a little unwilling, he still consciously took a step back.

Ji Fucheng squinted his eyes, looking at the three snow-white sword blades, a little eager to try.

But before he could make a move, Pan Xiuzhu stopped him behind him with one hand, and said with a smile: "The old guy of the Fulu Sect will be handed over to you, and this person will be handed over to me." ”

He made a fist with both hands, and suddenly a golden light continued to spread from his fists, and it did not stop increasing until it stretched for dozens of feet.

Pan Xiuzhu toe a little, and the ground suddenly cracked dozens of kneeling lines, straight towards the three snow blades as thick as a waterfall.

He threw a punch, and a dragon roared and a tiger roared, and the golden light as big as a star hit the white blade, and suddenly the river exploded, and the water was rolling.

Pan Xiuzhu smashed the blade of the sword with one punch, and immediately punched again, and then the storm and rain hammered randomly, the golden light overflowed, and a golden phantom as high as a mountain appeared behind the old man, like a god returning to his position, and it was also punched out with one punch, like the mountains rolling forward, and the remaining two snow blades instantly shattered into nothingness.

Cao Yanhua was not surprised by this, let go and let the flying sword hang in the air on its own, juxtaposed with his two fingers in the middle of the index, and whispered a sentence of "Void Crossing".

The white flying sword vanished without a trace.

Cao Yanhua swept up dozens of feet again, holding his hands on his chest and looking down on him with a sarcastic face.

Pan Xiuzhu immediately stopped his body and kept shooting in all directions, and even emitted a ripple from his feet.

But even if he had already sensed the slightest ripple in the air, a snow-white flying sword had reached his chest.

There was golden rain and dew circulating on the tip of the sword, instantly grinding out the silver armor on the old man's chest, and then dissipating into the air.

Cao Yanhua pressed the hat, pushed away the clouds above his head, rushed into the sky, and when he fell down, a sword quickly fell under him.

He lay in the clouds with his head in his hands and went backwards to the north, and said to himself: "I really don't dare to go to that sword mountain alone, so let's go to Wudao Mountain first." ”

At the same time, the old man dressed as a rich man on the north bank of the Fuyun River took off a round of gold rings from his wrist and threw it forward, hunting encouragement in his sleeves, and three purple streamers took off his sleeves and circled around.

It's all thunder, and it's extremely sharp.

Behind the old man, a prodigal man who joined in the fun, took out a delicate golden wooden figure in his sleeve, threw it forward at will, and made a gesture of invitation by the way.

So on top of this Fuyun River, there is a golden puppet as high as a mountain, swallowing mountains and rivers, "rising from the ground", overlooking the other side of the river with a domineering attitude.

The disruptuous and unruly man maintained a posture with one hand stretched out, and said with a smile: "My name is Mo Jiu, I am from the Mo family of Wuyuan Kingdom, please give advice from my seniors!"

Ji Fucheng didn't say anything on his face, he swept out in one step, and hit the golden giant in the waist and abdomen with a punch, and suddenly sawdust flew and blasted out a big hole.

But in the blink of an eye, the golden giant flashed a golden light from his chest, and a large hole in his abdomen was instantly intact, and then it was hammered down with a fist.

Its strength was not weaker than the cultivation of the ordinary Seven Realms.

At this time, the three purple lights shuttled back and forth like sharp arrows, bursting away, counting into several punches to repel the purple light, and before he could catch his breath, there was a round of golden hoops above his head that spread out dozens of feet, falling rapidly and then shrinking.

The Sect Master of the Fulu Sect, known as Fan Lao on the north side of the riverbank, was full of admiration and asked, "How many puppets like this can you use?"

A hint of pride flashed in Mo Jiu's eyes, he stretched out two fingers, smiled and didn't speak.

The old man nodded and said, "It is worthy of being the pillar of the Mo family's generation, but the Eight Realms can control the three golden armor giants, which is amazing." ”

It's so comfortable here, but the general of Huaiyuan is not very comfortable, and the golden hoop on his head falls from time to time, and three purple lights rush back and forth.

As for the golden-armored giant, although he said that he had good strength, he could be like a mantis arm blocking the car under the fist of Ji Fu, but the blame was that it was smashed with a punch, and then it was intact.

In such a fight with people who play with magic weapons, if they can't go within dozens of feet in front of the other party, it is really difficult to succeed.

Ji Fucheng punched back the golden-armored giant again, and at the same time turned over to dodge the three sharp purple lights, opened a distance, and said in a loud voice: "This thing that your Mo family fiddles with is really unusual, but the old man doesn't believe that his recovery power has no bottom line!"

He stretched out one hand backwards, spreading dozens of feet of golden light, and then folded and climbed up, and pressed down on the golden-armored giant with a punch.

After a thunderclap, the golden-armored giant as tall as a mountain suddenly flew upside down, falling between the mountains, the smoke billowing and the neck weak.

Mo Jiu pursed his lips, clasped his fists and said, "The old-timers have cultivated to a high level, and they admit defeat in the next." ”

He then smiled and said, "Wait a few more years, when I master a few more puppets and match the power of the formation, I will definitely come to ask for advice." ”

Ji Fucheng closed his fists and squinted and sneered, but did not speak again.

The old man surnamed Fan looked up at the sky, withdrew the purple light like his sleeve, waved his hand and said, "Don't fight first, eat and eat." ”

Pan Xiuzhu and the others did not stop at all, everyone understood that this was just a small test, as for when the final sword was revealed, the last grievances stopped.

We'll have to wait a little longer.

The old man surnamed Fan turned around and strode away, but he was thinking about what Cao Yanhua's trip would be.

If there is a chance to get a glimpse of the sky and realize the immortality of the Great Dao after the Ninety-Nine Tribulation, this dismal livelihood without profit is still a fart.

These cultivators are not those Confucian scholars who mean to open peace for all generations, they are encircled as pigs and sheep by the rules, and they keep saying that this is the mastery of the saints.

As for the glorious status, Fenggong Yulou is not worth mentioning, there are no people, nothing is gone.

Mo Jiu followed behind the old man and asked with a smile, "Senior Fan, why haven't you seen those saints who control Haoran?" ”

The glorious old man raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Sage? The true Confucian sage is estimated to have been extinct long ago after that Sage surnamed Kong ascended. ”

Mo Jiu held his head in his hands and said puzzledly: "But what do the few scholars in Chongyang Kingdom who also went to the Ten Realms say?"

"It's just eating the food in the mouths of the ancestors, word by word, the avenue is passed on to the small road, what can the latter achieve?"

Mo Jiu nodded, not asking.

He hadn't seen those scholars who were really knowledgeable, but he remembered a young gentleman he had met in Longwu Kingdom on this trip.

There is also the little scholar who said that his knowledge was in the book basket.

Could it be that the man's high-minded talk is only one side?

He shook his head, threw out a golden-armored giant, sat on his shoulder, and walked across the mountain.