Eight Desolation Continent, the first mountain in Jingzhou, on the Tiandu Peak, Ye Gu was covered in blood, standing proudly on the top of the peak, holding a long sword, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, scanning the stumps and broken arms all over the ground and the four masters of monks, Taoism, Confucianism and demons in front of him.

Now there are still thirty-three people alive on Tiandu Peak, and they know that the sword-wielding person in front of them is already at the end of the crossbow, but no one dares to step forward again. Because the one hundred top masters of the Eight Desolations have died nearly seventy percent.

No one knew that Ye Gu would bring a few people to accompany him to the funeral! They were all dominating figures, so they naturally didn't want to die with the madman in front of them!

"Ye Gu, over the years, you have challenged the masters in the name of preaching, and you have killed many people, and today, it is the time for you to ambush you!" a man in a Confucian robe shouted, but he did not dare to take a step forward.

"Amitabha, Master Ye, if you are willing to abandon your martial arts and escape into Buddhism, the old man will protect you from death. A kind old monk folded his hands and said.

"You are afraid that I will become the first person in the world and break the balance of the Eight Desolations, so you will not hesitate to join forces to strangle me. Ye Gu said coldly.

"But. Ye Gu clenched the long sword in his hand and sneered: "I, Ye Gu, have nothing to fear." Today, let you learn the new tricks I have realized, and destroy the heavens and the earth. ”

After speaking, Ye Gu raised his sword, and the wind and clouds of heaven and earth suddenly changed, and the sword qi around him rioted, swirled, and converged into a torrent, cutting through the space and sweeping everyone on Tiandu Peak.

The masters of Confucianism, Taoism, Demons, and Buddha have used their mastery to resist, and the Buddha's light and Sanskrit singing, the magic sound phantom, the Taoist Gangqi, and the Confucianism have risen one after another, intertwined into a colorful torrent to resist the invincible sword qi.

The breath on Tiandu Peak is tyrannical, and the space is shattered....

"Curator, Curator, Wake up!" a crisp female voice sounded in Ye Gu's ears.

"En?" Ye Gu opened his eyes and found himself lying in the arms of a woman, a woman of eighteen or nineteen years old, with fair skin, delicate skin, big eyes, frowning, a worried face, red eyes, as if she had cried.

Behind the woman, there were seven or eight young people, all of whom looked sad and angry, looking at Ye Gu's eyes with worry.

Where is this? Ye Gu remembered that he was still fighting with people in Tiandu Peak last moment.

A panicked, memories that do not belong to themselves are flooding up, this is a new world, the owner of this body is also called Ye Gu, is the second generation of Chinese immigrants in the United States, his parents died early, leaving a martial arts hall in Chinatown in Washington, the capital of the United States, to him, but modern Chinese martial arts have declined, and the martial arts hall can no longer be opened.

Today, a group of local associations came to the door to forcibly buy the martial arts gym and turn it into a boxing gym.

The reason why Ye Gu fainted was because he was punched in the nose by the leader of the opposing club when he stopped the other party from smashing the martial arts hall.

Seeing Ye Gu wake up, a discordant voice shouted: "Oh, thank God, this guy was not killed by me, it seems that there is no need to hand over an ambulance, Ye, you already know how good I amuse, how about signing a contract? We bought your martial arts gym for a million dollars, it's already fair." ”

This person spoke in a muttering voice, Ye Gu had never heard this kind of language when he was in the Eight Desolations Continent, but because it coincided with this body's memory, he knew that it was called English, and he understood it, and confirmed one thing, the Chinese culture here has the same origin as the Eight Desolations Continent, because the language and writing are the same.

Although it comes from the Eight Wildernesses, it has the same origin as Huaxia, so this matter is simple.

Ye Gu stood up and looked at the person who spoke, it was a blonde and blue-eyed young man, a head taller than Ye Gu, about two meters, with thick arms, knotted muscles, long legs, and sturdy. Behind him, there is a group of tattooed men. They all have very white complexions, different eye colors, and most of their beards are yellow.

"Americans. Four words popped up in Ye Gu's mind.

But his mouth said: "Barbarians." ”

"Curator!" The girl who woke up Ye Gu took his hand and said softly: "Sell it to them, they are very familiar with the community officials, and there are lawyers, and it won't be a big deal if you beat you." ”

The girl next to Ye Gu was called Gu Qingyao, and the young man behind him were all Chinesees with black hair and black eyes, and they were also Chinese immigrants and students who were interested in martial arts.

"Bring me a sword. Ye Gu spoke.

"Pavilion master?" Gu Qingyao looked shocked, you must know that Ye Gu still has blood on his nose now, is he going to fight hard with a sword?

Like Gu Qingyao's reaction, the other young people didn't plan to give the sword to Ye Gu, and the white young man said angrily: "Stop communicating in the Huaxia language! Hurry up and sign the contract! Then go back to your Huaxia!"

Ye Gu glanced at him, walked to the corner of the martial arts hall, and picked up a sword that had fallen to the ground, the scabbard of this sword had been broken, and the blade had not been opened.

"What? Ye, are you going to show us some Chinese acrobatics?" the white man finished speaking, and the white people behind him laughed, and the laughter was full of contempt and contempt.

Among this group of Chinese people, the tallest is Ye Gu, but it is only one meter eight, and their group of people, each more than two meters, wants to beat them, just like beating chickens.

Ye Gu ignored the other party's ridicule, took a deep breath, and said to Gu Qingyao and those Chinese youths in the laughter of the white man: "The way of the sword is very simple, there are only ten words: rather take it from the straight and disdain to ask for it! To put it simply, four words: Ning Fold ..."Ye Gu stroked the sword body lightly, "Don't bend!"

As soon as the word "bend" was finished, Ye Gu's figure flashed, his feet stepped on the mysterious steps, and in an instant, he arrived in front of the leading white youth, and the long sword made a crisp "snap" and hit him directly in the face.

A red mark instantly appeared on the white youth's cheek, and the laughter stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at Ye Gu in surprise.

"Yoh, Madefak!" the white young man shouted, and threw an uppercut in his right hand towards Ye Gu's face, just now he knocked the opponent down with a straight punch, the uppercut was stronger than the straight punch, and he shot out with anger, this time he was going to knock this hateful Huaxia kid out of the concussion.

"Smack!" The hook punch did not knock down Ye Du's head, but the white young man's wrist was brushed by the long sword in the other party's hand, and he didn't even see clearly how the other party slapped his wrist with the long sword, but now he felt that one of his arms was numb, and he couldn't lift it up again.

The white young man did not give up the attack, his left hand was raised, and a downpercut was struck, this time, he cooperated with his footsteps and waist strength, he was sure that this punch could definitely knock the opponent into the air.

However, it turned out that he flew up by himself, Ye Gu turned sideways, flashed his fist, swung the long sword in his hand, and slapped it on the opponent's chest, the white young man only felt a strong force hit his chest, and then his body flew up like a kite and hit the wall.

Everyone in the martial arts hall was shocked.

The white youth touched his chest, feeling that at least two ribs had been broken, and his eyes were full of astonishment and fear: "Witchcraft! Witchcraft! This kid can do witchcraft! Kill him! God!" The white youth lay on the ground and shouted, and a group of tattooed men immediately rushed towards Ye Gu.