"Don't say kind words! My name must be blocked by my ten tricks first. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "The strong man reined in the fierce horse, and with a finger of the long knife, a fierce aura rolled in.

"Wait... Why are we taking you ten tricks?" asked Li Chonggang.

The strong man said: "Why? Because this is part of the Tianjiao Battle, only those who catch any of our eighteen horsemen and ten moves can enter the range of the Tianshan Mountain, otherwise, where to fight and go back and forth." ”

"Is this already the beginning of the Heavenly Battle? I thought we were going to have to get some kind of ritual first, and then wait for someone to get together or something. "There are whispers from the disciples of Drum Mountain.

"How can there be so much trouble! Say it in advance, I won't show mercy to my ten moves, if you accidentally die under my knife, don't blame me. The strong man said.

This statement, combined with his previous ruthless killing of the killers of Yipin and Lou, is extremely convincing.

Those disciples who were originally whispering and didn't take the ten moves of the strong man too seriously shut up one after another, although they were not frightened and dared not accept the move, but they were a little uneasy in their hearts.

"I'll come first! Don't say it's ten moves, it's a hundred moves, a thousand moves, and I, Li Chonggang, can also catch it. Seeing that the momentum was suppressed, Li Chonggang stood up and walked to the opposite side of the strong man first.

Li Chonggang pulled out his sword, and the blade of the sword was like a clear lake, flashing with sharp light.

The sharp momentum condensed into one, and it unexpectedly swept away all the surrounding clouds. Everyone was so focused on the battle he was going to fight the strong man that they didn't notice the slightest change around him.

But at this point, the situation changed dramatically.

A pitch-black shadow, coming against the back of the wooden bird, suddenly appeared behind the ancient legend, and the sword was silent.

This sword is simply the pinnacle of assassination swordsmanship, and it is difficult for ordinary masters to avoid. But the person who faced this sword was Gu Chuanxia, who had cultivated the fetal breath technique, and his intuition was amazing.

Therefore, the ancient legend of chivalry narrowly avoided this sword.

Dodging the killer sword, Gu Chuanxia turned around, and the sword in his hand had already swayed out with an extremely sharp sword, and the cold sword light flickered in the clouds, as if it was going to cut off all the light between heaven and earth.

The black shadow blocked the blow with the short sword in his hand, and his body disappeared in midair, as if assimilated by the surrounding clouds.

At this moment, someone with a single knife in his hand descended from the sky and slashed at Gu Chuanxia's head.

The previous sword had already made the ancient legend of the sword old, but now that a sword came at the head, it was too late for the sword to return to defense. But Gu Chuanxia is Gu Chuanxia, and his use and comprehension of swordsmanship surpass ordinary people.

With the force of his fingertips, the blade of the sword suddenly reversed, and he actually came out of his hand and stabbed towards his chest. At the moment when the sword edge was approaching, Gu Chuanxia's body twisted backwards, and the thunderous sword blade happened to hit the single knife that was chopped down.

Clang!

The swords resonated, the light sounds scattered, and the momentum of the collision shook away the disciples of the Drum Mountain who rushed up around them, and the white clouds that were rendered by the energy were scattered like bullets, beating the chickens and dogs of the disciples of the Drum Mountain.

"And ****** Assassins! ”

The words fell, but the assassin seemed to have his eyes on the ancient legend, and ignored the other disciples of the Drum Mountain, which was unusual.

Gu Chuanxia smiled and said: "Don't panic! This person who is not ****** is not a person, if ****** can recruit such a powerful master, we are afraid that we have already experienced twists and turns along the way, and the team will not be intact." ”

"If what I expected is right, you should all be the masters of the Eighteen Horsemen, and now you have joined forces to test me, but you are flattered. Gu Chuanxia looked at the strong man on the fierce horse and said.

"Come back, now that you've seen through, there's nothing to hide. The strong man snorted coldly, looking at the two people who attacked him with dissatisfaction.

"Extraordinary people, practice extraordinary laws. Your name of the Ancient Legend of the Nine Yang Demon Sword, we have heard of it even on this Heavenly Mountain. Now that you have blocked the sneak attack of the two of them, and have seen through our temptations, you don't need to be like those mediocre people. At this time, just wait for me to go up the mountain. Wait until the heroes from the Kyushu Chaos region come to the fore, and then talk about the rest. ”

Both of the attackers took off their scarves, revealing rough faces, similar to those of the strong man on a fiery horse.

There were three neighings, and three more horses galloped towards the clouds.

Gu Chuanxia and the two sneak attackers rode horses together, stepped on the clouds, and went straight to the Tiantian Mountain.

"You two haven't consulted yet?" Gu Chuanxia asked.

Among them, the man who used a single knife said: "You don't want to hear our Khitan name, if you want to come to the Han name, my name is Qiao Sen, and his name is Qiao Qiao." ”

"Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry fought with the Northern Heavenly King in Shaolin and became famous in Kyushu. I don't know, but you?" asked Gu Chuanxia.

Qiao Sen said: "Of course not, we are the descendants of the eighteen horsemen back then, and now on the Tiantian Mountain, eighteen ethnic groups have also been bred. And the bravest warriors in the clan can become the protectors of the Northern Heavenly King. ”

Gu Chuanxia was not surprised when he heard this, although the life-breaking master has a way to help those close to him to prolong their lives, but even if Xiao Feng's skills are strong, he is afraid that he will not be able to prolong the life of his eighteen subordinates at the same time.

After half a day's gallop on the steep rock face, the horses passed through a layer of isolation like a dome of heaven and entered the verdant grassland.

There are herds of cattle and sheep on the grassland, and there are herdsmen driving the cattle and sheep with smiles on their faces.

I don't know why Gu Chuanxia suddenly thought of the sentence 'plugging the cattle and sheep into an empty promise', where is Xiao Feng's fate?

A great hero whose heart has died with the woman he loves, but he has lived for a thousand years, but he doesn't know why?

"Let's go! Don't look at it! This is not the place to fight. Such a beautiful grassland cannot be destroyed. "Qiao Qiao is not very proficient in Chinese, but he has a more Khitan flavor.

The horses carried the three of them across the grassland, and then led the ancient legend to a compound on the edge of the desert.

There seem to be people living in the compound, but there are not many people.

In the direction of the desert, there was a huge stone monument standing in the compound, which was pitch black and under heavy pressure.

"There are already six people living in it, you can go in and say hello to them. Whether you are an opponent or a temporary partner depends on whether you are eye-to-eye or not. We still have to evaluate other people, so let's go first. Qiao Sen said to Gu Chuanxia.

After that, he didn't wait for the ancient legend to speak, so he lifted the reins and returned to the grassland.

Gu Chuanxia smiled bitterly and touched his chin, and then walked inside.

"I heard that you defeated Xiao Li! Now I can admit that you are my junior brother. Help me win the first place in Tianjiao, and I can take you to meet my father and make you his true heir. A familiar voice rang out.

Gu Chuanxia turned his head and saw Zhang Yongsi's cold and peerless face.

(To be continued.) )