I saw that at this time, Sima Mo's ancient poems are different from the previous "one, two, three, four", each word is written extremely beautifully, I am afraid that today's calligraphy will be secretly praised by everyone, and one thing is extremely different, every word in these five ancient poems has a fierce murderous aura, thirty-one big characters just flew out of front of Sima Mo, the ink flew, turned into a simple and majestic ancient battlefield map, everyone seemed to be able to see the thousands of troops and horses rushing towards Zhang Jie, behind the sand and dust that covered the sky and the sun, on the ancient battlefield, the horn of the charge, the drum of attack, The sound of horses' hooves and the roars of soldiers are endless, shocking to people's hearts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In a hurry, he held the big sword with both hands, injected all his internal force into the sword, and then forcefully inserted the big sword into the earth under his feet, and the big sword was inserted into the ground for a third of the length, and then, the gap between the big sword and the earth burst out with cyan light, forming a huge wall of light barrier in front of Zhang Jiao.

"Come on!haha, see how your remnants will break through my strong walls!" Zhang Jiao shouted with a laugh.

In an instant, the thousands of troops formed by the ancient poem rushed to the light wall made by Zhang Jie, and everyone only heard the sound of "boom", and hurriedly covered their ears, and some disciples who had cultivated too low directly oozed blood from their ears. Zhang Jia looked at his wall of light confidently, but in just an instant, his confidence disappeared, and it was instantly replaced by an extremely frightened expression as if he had seen a ghost.

I saw that the thousands of troops rushed to the wall of light, like a stone hitting an egg, and in the blink of an eye, the entire wall of light was broken and turned into a phantom and scattered. But the speed of those soldiers did not decrease in the slightest, and they rushed through Zhang Jiao's body with a roar! The next moment, the entire sect was quiet, and only a few cranes in the sky were still screaming in horror.

Everyone came back to their senses and looked at the middle of the field, at this moment the light emitted by the internal force in the field had faded, only to see Sima Mo without a trace of expression, his eyes were cold and looking ahead, one hand was holding a brush and pointing to the ground, and the other hand was behind his back, standing with his hands in his hands. And more than 20 meters in front of him, Zhang Jiao held the big sword inserted into the ground with both hands, knelt on the ground, kept spitting blood in his mouth, and thirty-one big characters were clearly visible on the light-colored Taoist robe.

"Big Brother actually lost!"

"Even the Gang Qi Sword can't withstand those thousands of troops!"

"Who the hell is this Sima Mo? I almost thought I was going to be killed by those soldiers!"

Everyone began to look at Sima Mo and Zhang Jiao and discuss, Xie Xuan's injury had stabilized, and Nangong Qin and the others looked at Sima Mo's earth-shattering attack just now, and were speechless in surprise, is this still the original Sima Mo who only eats and sleeps all day long? Or is it the Sima Mo who is unwilling to cultivate and shouts boring every day? After a long time, Mu Feng on the side slowly spit out two words: "Awesome!"

At this time, Sima Mo staggered to Zhang Jiao and kicked him to the ground, Zhang Jiao was shocked and asked, "The competition is over, what do you want to do?"

"Hmph, what do I want to do? To deal with you, half a poem is enough, I don't want to do anything, just to remind you, don't forget to kowtow to Xie Xuan." In addition, my name is Sima Mo, and my nickname is 'Killer Scholar', which my father bought for me with money, you must remember it!"

After speaking, Sima Mo walked over to Xie Xuan and the others, and when he came to him, he suddenly frowned and rolled his eyes and said, "Oh! Senior sister, I can't do it anymore, my internal strength is huge, and I have collapsed! Hurry up and hug me!" Seeing this, Nangong Qin's side of her body gently dodged, and Sima Mo fell straight on Jin Ruiwan behind Nangong Qin.

"Hey, Sima Mo, I didn't expect you to have such a hand? I really underestimate you!" Jin Ruiwan said while holding Sima Mo. Sima Mo opened his eyes and saw that a fat face came into his eyes. was so frightened that he jumped up with a "wow", which caused Xie Xuan and the others next to him to laugh.

At this time, the Xuanji Daoist coughed a few times, and everyone immediately quieted down and looked over.

"What an eight-hundred-mile battle, a good autumn soldier on the battlefield! This year, my Chongyang faction's martial arts competition has officially ended, and Sima Mo finally won!"

After the Xuanji Daoist finished speaking, he looked at Sima Mo and smiled. Then he turned around and walked back to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with the Xuanyang Daoist and the Xuanzhen Daoist. Everyone came to congratulate Sima Mo, and then dispersed.

"Huh, where is Zhang Jie's kid?" Jin Ruiwan looked around, but didn't find Zhang Jie's figure.

"Forget it, go back, do you think that he can really kowtow to me as a senior brother?" Xie Xuan said.

"Yes, then let's go back and recuperate your injuries first. ”

Xie Xuan and the others walked to the backyard as they spoke. At this time, behind a big tree not far away, Zhang Jiao was sitting cross-legged, the practitioner's own injury, a cold light appeared in his eyes, and he said viciously: "Sima Mo, Xie Xuan, I must kill you, otherwise I will not be a man!"

A few days after the end of the competition, Xie Xuan and the others had a very leisurely life, Xie Xuan had been recuperating from his injuries, and at this time he was almost fine, only the twenty-centimeter-long scar recorded what had happened. Sima Mo is still bored every day, so when he is idle, he goes to the kitchen to eat and comes back. Jin Ruiwan meditates and cultivates in his room every day, and his current goal is not to surpass Xie Xuan, but to surpass Sima Mo, pestering Sima Mo every day to teach him to practice, which makes Sima Mo have a headache. It was Nangong Qin, a girl, who came to see Xie Xuan from time to time, and Sima Mo was even more impatient when he saw Jin Ruiwan. Zhang Ji didn't embarrass them anymore, and lived in seclusion all day long, not knowing what he was doing.

On this day, a few people were drinking tea and chatting in the room, and a disciple walked in, saluted everyone and said, "Senior Brother Xie, Senior Brother Sima, the head of the sect asked you to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and he is already waiting for you there." With that, he left.

As soon as Xie Xuan and Sima Mo heard that it was the master's summons, they immediately went out to the Scripture Pavilion. The two of them walked into the library and found that only the Xuanji Daoist himself was waiting for them. Then he hurriedly walked in front of the Xuanji Daoist, clasped his fists and bowed, not knowing what he was looking for them.

"Xie Xuan, are your injuries healed?" asked the Xuanji Daoist.

"Thank you for your concern, it's all right. Xie Xuan replied.

Xuanji Daoist smiled and nodded, then looked at Sima Mo again, and said: "Sima Mo, I didn't expect you to hide your strength all along, the competition that day was very good, and it didn't disappoint me." Actually, I've always known that you're hiding your strength, but I don't know what your strength is, you tell the truth, how many days did your moves reach that day?"

"If you go back to the master, it's just the middle of the four heavens. Sima Mo said with a smile.

"Well, you have reached the Four Heavens at a young age, continue to work hard, and your future is limitless! You must know that this cultivation path, the further you go, the more difficult it is to improve, you must not be lazy. The mysterious Taoist said.

Hearing Sima Mo's words, Xie Xuan was secretly surprised in his heart, he cultivated hard every day, but he had only just broken through the Triple Heaven, Sima Mo was already a Quadruple Heaven, and he had to work hard to catch up with him.

"Master, I don't know something, and I hope you can give me advice. Xie Xuan looked at the Xuanji Daoist and said.

"What?"

"The strength of me and Senior Brother should be too similar, but in the martial arts competition, why did Senior Brother directly cut off my knife after injecting internal force into the weapon? Could it be that Senior Brother also concealed his strength?"

"Haha. It wasn't that his internal strength was strong, but that the sword was strong. Xuan Zhen should have told you that my Chongyang Sect has two treasures of the Zhen Sect, one of which you have already seen, and that is the Nuwa Stone Fragment. And the other one is the big sword in Zhang Jie's hand, the Gangqi Sword. ”

"Since it's the treasure of the town faction, why is it in the hands of Senior Brother?" Xie Xuan continued to ask.

"Before you join the sect, Zhang Jie, as the chief disciple, will naturally succeed as the next leader, the Gangqi Sword is the sword of the head of my Chongyang faction, I have been practicing in retreat all year round, and I can't use it, so I gave it to Zhang Ji in advance. But as far as the matter of the competition is concerned, I still have to think about the heir of the head of the family, if it weren't for you, I really don't know the other side of Zhang Jiao, it really disappoints me. The mysterious Taoist shook his head as he spoke.

"It seems that the Gangqi Sword is really a big treasure, it can actually increase people's strength so much. Xie Xuan said to himself.

"Gangqi Sword? It's a treasure, but it's just a fourth-class divine weapon, and it can't be said to be a big treasure" Xuanji Daoist frowned after speaking, and then said: "Don't you know the details of the artifacts in the rivers and lakes?"

Xie Xuan and Sima Mo glanced at each other, then looked at the Xuanji Daoist and shook his head in confusion.

"Then it's really necessary to introduce it to you, after all, walking in the rivers and lakes, these things are common sense. Xuanji Daoist paused and continued: "The world's divine weapons are divided into five levels, the best is the first class, the worst is the fifth class, and below the fifth rank is not considered a divine soldier, it can only be said to be a weapon. The Gangqi Sword I sent is only a fourth-class divine soldier, and the Nuwa Stone Fragment is a third-class Divine Weapon, and so far, we don't know the real use of the Nuwa Stone Fragment, just let him test the qualifications and root bones of his disciples. If the fragments of the three Nuwa Stones are combined into a complete Nuwa Stone, then it will be a first-class divine weapon. ”