The sky is high and the clouds are light.

The mountains are clear and the wind is clear.

The southern immortal country ushered in a once-in-a-millennium event.

The battle for territory between the Heavenly Demon Clan, who came from the sea and sought a place to live, and the Terran monks was once again staged.

This turf battle is once every thousand years.

On the side of the Heavenly Demon Clan, only the Dragon Gate disciples of the Flame Demon Palace are sent every time, and the only sect that has landed is the Dragon Gate disciple of the Flame Demon Palace, while on the Human Race side, one of the Dragon Gate monks of the Southern Race Immortal Kingdom can be selected to fight.

The first battle is the winner.

Whichever side loses, which side will give up thousands of miles of land!

On the surface, it is quite fair, and even on the side of the human race, there is a little advantage in selection, after all, it is not restricted by the sect, among so many Dao Heart Cultivators, there are always one or two who are a little more outstanding, right?

But in reality, the results were not good.

In the 10,000 years since the arrival of the Flame Demon Palace, there have been nine battles, and on the Terran side, they have lost seven battles, only won two battles, and lost seven thousand miles of land.

The reason for this is not that there are no geniuses among the Terran monks, but that the inheritance is not as good as the other party, and the two battles won are all based on the talent and talent of the monks at that time and the courage to fight to the death.

This time, the monk nominated by the human race is Nangong Congyun, the sect leader of the Panxin Sword Sect, and he is also the monk who has the most high hopes in the current Nancheng Immortal Kingdom.

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The place of the competition is in the Chixiang Mountain in the south.

This Chixiang Mountain is just an ordinary mountain range, but today, it is a large number of monks, gathered from all directions, gathered in the middle of Chixiang Mountain, on the top of a circle of circular peaks.

This circle of circular peaks, about a dozen, encloses a natural valley in the middle, with a radius of dozens of miles, which is enough for the Longmen monks to exert their magical powers.

The Terran monks gathered in the east, west, and north, and left the south alone for the Heavenly Demon Clan, which was extremely distinct.

There are already thousands of monks who arrived early, and the realms are different, most of them are Taoist dragon gates, and there are a few old guys.

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The sky is crisp and the sun is shining.

The figures that fell on the peaks everywhere were shining like light, all of them were full of brilliance.

"Guys, haven't you started yet?"

There were later monks, who asked the first one in a hurry.

"The people from the Panxin Sword Sect and the Flame Demon Palace haven't come yet, how can they start?"

The outsider said helplessly.

"The monks of these two factions are uncles, do you have to be the last to appear?"

Some people are not angry.

"Don't talk nonsense, in this matter, I and other Terran monks, since we should be in the same breath, I heard that the sect master of the Panxin Sword Sect, Nangong Congyun, has been in retreat and penance in order to deal with this battle, and it is normal to come late. ”

Someone immediately reprimanded.

The look of the crowd straightened up and continued to wait.

More and more monks are flying!

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"It's coming!"

"The Panxin Sword Sect is here!"

Half an hour later, the noise rose sharply.

Everyone turned their heads together and looked in the northwest direction, only to see a vermilion painting boat, flying from between the white clouds, such as in the water, such as in the painting, extraordinarily full of fairy meaning.

There were dozens of monks standing on the ship, all with straight waists, and their eyes were piercing, as if they were swords rushing into the sky.

The leader is none other than Nangong Congyun.

Today's Nangong Congyun is wearing a blue brocade robe, with a purple belt around his waist, a sword in his hand, his long hair and beard are neatly groomed, dignified and majestic, and his eyes do not squint.

This sect master of the Panxin Sword Sect has always been serious and square, not a prodigal monk, but the most suitable type of person to be the master of the sect.

There are more than a dozen Longmen monks outside the body, and I don't know how many masters are left in the sect, and the current Panxin Sword Sect is definitely in its heyday.

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"I've seen the Nangong Sect Master!"

"Senior, you must win!"

"Brother Nangong, kick that bastard's ass hard!"

After the painting boat approached, the Terran monks greeted one after another, and their morale was high.

Nangong smiled calmly from Yunji and nodded at everyone. Secretly, the consciousness is spreading away.

After that night, he didn't go to see Fang Junmei again, concentrating on cultivation, and Fang Junmei didn't come with them today.

After sweeping it, although a few mortal cultivators were found, Fang Junmei was not found.

This person is also smart-minded, knowing that Fang Junmei wants him to face this test independently, and quickly clean up his mind.

After a brief chat with the familiar monk, Nangong swept away from the clouds and landed on the wild grass in the middle of the valley.

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The long wind blew, and the clothes and belts fluttered.

Nangong Congyun was there alone, with a statue, motionless, waiting for the monks of the Fire Freedom and the Flame Demon Palace to come.

has a bit of a one-man temperament, and many monks who have seen it have a great deal of peace in their hearts.

Those with more eyesight feel that Nangong Congyun's momentum is pushing towards the peak little by little.

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Keep waiting!

After another half an hour, the people of the Flame Demon Palace finally arrived.

A fanged black ship, breaking through the air, the breath emitted by this ship is at least a medium-grade spiritual treasure, and a large number of Terrans on this side are salivating.

There were only thirty or forty monks standing on the ship, more like angry little daughters-in-law than Terrans.

The monks on the ship, all of them with skin like fire, are all in the realm above the dragon gate.

At the bow of the ship, two people stand side by side, one is in the late stage of Longmen, and the other is in the early stage of mortal transformation.

The Heavenly Demon in the late stage of the Dragon Gate is the Sect Master of the Flame Demon Palace, Huo Zizi, who is nearly a foot tall, with red skin, and his body is not as majestic as the ordinary Heavenly Demon, but slender.

With both hands behind him, his demeanor is dashing. If it weren't for the fact that he looked a little ugly, and there was a fire flashing in his two pupils, he would be a good boy-like figure.

In the early stage of the metamorphosis, it was the Elder Volcano Xing in the door, a majestic man with a horizontal face, who looked a little fierce and vicious, but his eyes were deep and smart, not like a brainless person.

As soon as the Flame Heavenly Demons arrived, on the side of the human race, they naturally shot their eyes and divine senses together, like sharp arrows, and the hostility was extremely strong.

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"Fellow Daoists of the Terran race, I've been waiting for a long time!"

Huo Zi was far away, running his mana, and said loudly, smiling, like an old fox.

"Brother Nangong, I've been waiting for a long time!"

He arched his hand towards Nangong Congyun again, and said: "A junior in the door, it really gives me a headache, he actually falls in love with a little Taoist friend of the human race, and I have to fulfill them and accept the little Taoist friend of the human race as a disciple, if I don't agree, don't let me go out, what can I do?"

Huo Zizi said to himself: "That's it, our Heavenly Demon Clan, and the Human Race, sooner or later, will merge and become that family, so let the two of them start with the youngsters!"

And as soon as these words came out, all the Terrans looked ugly and embarrassed.

This fire is free, not nonsense, hundreds of years ago, such a thing did happen.

A female monk of the human race, who fell in love with a male monk of the Flame Demon Palace, caused a storm, and finally betrayed his own sect for this heavenly demon, making the human race lose face.

Boy!

As soon as the fire arrived, he took the lead, and brought out this matter to say, disintegrating the momentum of the human race, and he was indeed a cunning guy.

And this incident also reveals the complexity behind the battle between the human race and the heavenly demon race, in short, this Flame Demon Palace is very clever, it is by no means simple, brainless to grab territory!

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"The daughter who marries out, spills the water!"

Lang Lang's voice resounded in the Central Valley, and the cultivators of the human race who shook instantly fell silent.

Nangong Congyun stared at Huo Zizi with extremely serious eyes, and also said loudly: "Whether your sect accepts her or not, you can do it yourself, and the fire sect master doesn't have to inform us, we human races, we should only have no such children!"

The majesty is cold and solemn, and the momentum is not a little low.

This person is definitely that old-fashioned monk, if that Terran woman is a member of the Panxin Sword Sect, I am afraid that she can give him a sword and cut it!

"If the monks of your sect have limited ability and decide not to come, in my opinion, this huge place in the Southern Immortal Kingdom, I'm afraid you won't be able to govern it, so it's better to come from where you came from and where you go back early!"

At the end of the words, with the sound of angry shouting, it was shocking.

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"Brother Nangong, that's a good point!"

"From the Flame Demon Palace, where did you come from, where did you go back!"

When the Terran monks heard this, they started to coax together.

The Heavenly Demon Cultivators on the opposite side had a slightly ugly face.

Huo Zizi's eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth to say more.

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Zheng!

The sound of gold and stone rose sharply.

Nangong Congyun pulled out the long sword in his hand, pointed at the other party and said: "Huo is free, don't play tricks again, come down and lead your defeat!"

Confidence is like the sea, and the pride is dry!

"Good!"

The Terran monks were applauding again.

On the side of the Heavenly Demon, there was naturally a surge of breath, all of them were unhappy, and Huo Zi was in this Heavenly Demon, who had always been very free and easy, and there was also a gloomy and cold color slipping through under his eyes.

"Since Brother Nangong said so, then please. ”

The fire is free of yin and not yin, and yang is not yang, and finally swept out of the boat and flew in the direction of Nangong Congyun.

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Flutter –

On this side, Nangong Congyun's body, the aura of the Dao heart surged, and the sword danced, and pieces of sword marks like fallen leaves flew out.

Boundless falling trees, Xiao Xiao down.

A sense of coldness emanated from Nangong Congyun's body, and the grass and trees outside his body, as if in autumn, instantly turned yellow and yellow, and spread in all directions at a terrifying speed, as if vitality had been taken away.

Those deciduous sword marks flew outside Nangong Congyun's body, enveloping him in it.

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"I've seen it again, Brother Nangong's twenty-four qi festivals are shocking sword seals - autumn equinox!"

Among the onlookers, some people sighed loudly, and they looked in a tone of admiration.

These twenty-four qi festival shocking sword seals are the supernatural powers deduced by Nangong Congyun based on his own unique Dao heart - Kurong Dao Heart and the way of sword seals, and all kinds of sword marks are original.

With changeable, vast and fierce, life and death without a field, it is famous for the cultivation realm of the southern immortal country.

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The autumn equinox, the yin and yang are half of each other, the day and night are even, and the cold is flat, this move is also praised by many monks in the southern immortal country as the most balanced offensive and defensive supernatural power.