The top of the mountain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Nine men stood scattered, each with a weapon in his hand, seven men and two women.

Looking at the position of these people, you may be able to feel that there is a man with his back to the rest of the people, looking up at the moonlight at night, not caring at all about the eight people a few feet behind him. Everyone stood quietly at the top of the mountain, ignoring the gradual passage of time, standing quietly in place. Except for the sound of insects chirping at night, there was no sound on the top of the mountain.

The moonlight is beautiful, with the cold scene, faint and soft. It poured down like water on the top of this mountain, and sprinkled it on the garments of the people. The dappled light and shadow, the slightly cold air, made the man with his back to everyone slowly close his eyes, enjoying the tranquility of this moment.

"Ahem...... "The night in the north is still a little cold, and an old man among the eight people seems to have not held back, and coughs lightly. Everyone was immediately attracted by this abrupt sound. The old man brushed his sleeves and lightly covered the corners of his mouth, looked around, and gave his companion an apologetic look with a slight apology.

The rest of the people also smiled a little wryly. After all, the person in front of him is also an old man who has gathered here for the same thing, to be precise, for a person, the person in front of him with his back to him.

A light cough disturbed the tranquility on the top of the mountain, and after a short interlude, everyone once again concentrated their energy and looked at the man in white not far away.

The man in white seemed to be equally disturbed by this light cough, and slowly withdrew his gaze looking at the night sky. "Whew......" he breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head to himself.

Seeing this, the eight people behind him glanced at each other, and in an instant, they received an affirmative answer in the eyes of their companions. The first person stepped forward, this man was about fifty years old, but he had to be white, wearing a shabby robe, black and white, but he was extremely solemn and like an old man. The long sword in his hand also shone brightly in the moonlight. "Your Excellency......" Lao Dao took a deep breath and spoke.

Before the words came out, I saw the man in white gently raise his left hand, "brush" This is not the sound made by the man, but the several people around Lao Dao held the weapon tightly at the same time, and several murderous aura suddenly dispersed, and the sound of insects stopped abruptly. The solemn face was vigilant against the movements of the man in white.

The man raised his hand to interrupt the old words, but shook his head slightly.

Seeing this, Lao Dao made a gesture to a few people around him, signaling everyone not to be nervous, and everyone also understood, so they lifted their guard. On the top of the mountain, the murderous aura gradually dissipated, and the sound of insects returned again.

As if nothing had happened before, the man put his hands behind his back again, closed his eyes, and felt this wonderful world again.

The moonlight seemed to be more than it had just bloomed.

The nine people were still standing in place, although the murderous aura had dispersed, but a few of the eight people had no less wary look in their eyes, and they were always staring at the man in white.

Time still keeps passing, for a long time. The man in white opened his eyes gently, and the moonlight also quietly sprinkled on his face, through the moonlight, his original appearance was not outstanding, and it also made people feel quite mysterious at the moment. The long hair tied up, the deep eyes, and the faint stubble at the corners of the mouth showed that his master was only in his forties.

Lao Dao may have sensed something, and spoke again: "Your Excellency...... Thank you, Your Excellency, for coming to ......", the voice was not loud, but on the top of this mountain, it could be heard clearly by everyone present.

The man in white didn't answer, just turned around slightly, and nodded himself to the rest of the people for the first time. The moonlight was blocked by the long hair on his forehead, revealing only the lower half of his face. Among the eight people, almost all of them involuntarily stroked their weapons, and their eyes widened, wanting to see the true face of the man in white in front of them. Unfortunately, it is still impossible to see clearly.

"The old way...... The old man is incompetent, and he thinks that he is not your opponent, so he has found everyone around him to come here. Lao Dao paused, and then said: "No matter what the outcome of tonight's battle is, Lao Dao and the others will accept it calmly. But...... Although your Excellency has extraordinary skills, Lao Dao and your colleagues will not let you leave this place easily...... Rivers and lakes...... It can't be that there is no room for someone like Your Excellency!"

"Hey......" The man in white heard this, and the corner of his mouth sneered. Then he shook his head.

"You dare to look down on us?" said a middle-aged man among the eight people, stepping forward.

The man in white ignored him and stood on his own.

"You!" Seeing that he was being ignored, he suddenly became angry, and the hand holding the weapon seemed to be about to be unsheathed in an instant.

"Bang" The fiery man was just about to exert his strength, and a big hand pressed on his hand, and the fiery man turned his head to see that an old man in a green robe was already standing beside him, and it was he who stopped himself from pulling out his weapon.

"You!" the fiery man frowned, not understanding the behavior of the old man in the green robe. The old man in the green robe didn't answer, just shook his head. Then he let go of the hand holding the hot man, arched his hand at the man in white, and said, "Your Excellency, we are all gathered here for this battle. I also hope that your Excellency will treat you with the courtesy of your opponent. ”

"......" The man in white still didn't reply, just nodded.

Once again, the atmosphere eased somewhat. Everyone scattered and stood, silently restraining their breath in their bodies, and the master made a move, just sometimes between a breath and a breath.

The old man in the green robe also nodded back, then stopped talking, just silently looked at the man in white not far in front of him, his usual figure, with the usual iron sword around his waist, and his body was also a relatively ordinary white plain clothes, which really can't be compared with the famous martial artists in their forties on the rivers and lakes, but the person in front of him is by no means as ordinary as he sees in his eyes. They are not young people who have just come out to walk the rivers and lakes, on the contrary, everyone here is the top existence in the rivers and lakes, but in front of this man in white, who is more than ten years younger than themselves, they felt the tension when they just walked the rivers and lakes.

It was the feeling of life and death being connected.

Walking the rivers and lakes for decades, all of them have cultivated a pampered mentality, even in the face of the strongest enemy, they will maintain the best state. But today, he believes that it is not only himself, but all the people who come with him have a little fear of the man in white in front of him.

Not because of anything else, just because the man in white in front of him is really terrible.

A year ago, the rivers and lakes that had been quiet for a long time were turned upside down by the appearance of a person. In just a few months, all the major factions in the rivers and lakes have received a person's war letter, and there is only one battle book on it, and that is a martial arts competition. It is said that there is nothing wrong with the competition between the people of the rivers and lakes, but the losing side in this competition has all lost their lives, and none of them have been spared. And the winner of the game is still looking for people to compete, killing one loser after another. And the initiator of this incident is the man in white in front of him. In just a few months, hundreds of martial arts masters died under this man's sword. For a time, the war book of the competition became a frightening reminder in the rivers and lakes.

And this kind of behavior must not be continued, and someone must stop it.

However, it is not easy to say. Which one of the people who received the battle book was not a first-class master in the martial arts. But after fighting with the man in white, there was no one who was the enemy of his ten moves. How can justice in this martial arts be maintained? It is human nature to be afraid of death, and no one will fight a war that is almost certain to die for the sake of others. The power of one person can overshadow the power of the entire martial arts?

The old man in the green robe looked at the person opposite quietly, and the memory in his heart was awakened little by little. The horror of this man was beyond his comprehension. So much so that this time, only eight people received the war letter, but there were as many as eight people who came here to make an appointment, and if the strength of one person was not enough to kill this person, then more people would come. After all, the power of the individual is limited, and the man in white is the only one from beginning to end, and his name, teacher, and family background are all mysterious, as if this person fell from the sky. The only thing I know is that the test person will only appear during the competition, and he is always dressed in plain white clothes and an ordinary iron sword.

In addition, no one has seen his tricks, because everyone who has seen his moves is dead, and there was originally a master who had seen the man's tricks in white and escaped back to the sect by luck, but his person had been fatally wounded, and obviously his consciousness was still a little unclear, but he just shouted "Magic Sword!" a few times on the sickbed and then died of anger. The name of this "magic sword" instantly spread throughout the entire rivers and lakes. It also made the man in white have the title of "Magic Sword Lang".

The old man in the green robe retracted his thoughts, looked up at the sky, and sent a look to the old man, "It's been three watches, and it's a quick solution", the old man understood, so he sent a signal to his colleagues. The crowd was awe-inspiring.

As soon as the breath condensed, eight strong killing intent suddenly emanated. Everyone had weapons in their hands and waited for the man in white. Standing at the forefront, Lao Dao waved his right hand, and the long sword on his waist came out of the sheath by itself with a sound of "poof", and fell into his hand, and the hilt of the sword flashed slightly, and the ancient sword body seemed to be entangled with a faint green mist under the illumination of the moonlight. At a glance, you can see that this sword is not ordinary. And the rest of them are the same.

Behind the old man, the hot man and the old man in green shirt stood separately. The fiery man stood with a short stick on his shoulder, his hair scattered without wind, and the short stick he held was as red as fire, shaped like a swimming dragon, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour. And the old man in the green shirt stood proudly, the knife in his hand exuded a cold light, the cold air was pressing, just looking at the blade of the knife, he knew that the knife was extremely sharp, and the blade was like a waning moon lock, and the majesty was abnormal.

Then, the two women stood side by side, both with short thorns in their hands, and one was also dressed in a Taoist robe, with two rings staggered in their hands, one ring surrounded by a golden dragon and one ring surrounded by a golden phoenix. Another woman is over 30 years old, with a light veil on her face, and her hands are twisted with double thorns, and her sashimi has a blade at one end and a spike at the other, shaped like a butterfly.

In the end, the three men were wrapped in black clothes and held a long stick, the body of the stick was crystal clear and carved with a hollow pattern, which would make people feel calm and calm when they saw it. A gloomy man holds a pale red iron pen, hidden in his sleeve, and the edge is not inferior to the others. The last person is a middle-aged Confucian scholar who hides a sword behind his back, the sword is four feet long, under the moonlight, if a clear and dazzling clear water, it contains treasure light, a divine weapon, and it cannot be ignored.

The eight people restrained their breath, and their eyes were staring at the man in white a few feet away, like a lion fighting a rabbit, he had already entered the state, and he was ready to strike his own killer blow at any time.

On the other hand, the man in white still stood without saying a word, as if he couldn't see the behavior of the eight people in front of him. In this tense situation, the man in white actually looked up at the sky again, looking at the moonlight above his head.

The moonlight was more abundant than before.

"Hey, hey......" The man in white laughed, "Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

Seeing this, the eight people of "......" couldn't help but feel angry in their hearts, the master has the pride of the master, and he took out all his strength to fight, but he was ignored. My self-esteem has always been not allowed to be like this, and Lao Dao was also in a bad mood, and said loudly: "Attack!"

As soon as the words came out, the eight disappeared in an instant......