At the foot of the Great Wall of Lingwu Mountain, a large field was caught.

In the sky, the snowflakes were still floating, and large pieces of snowflakes were falling from the sky, and people's bodies were instantly covered with snow-white snowflakes, which fell to the ground again, piled up into a thick one, and fell into a deep, deep one.

Xiao Wuming came up with an iron rod in his hand and shouted: "Xiong Wei, return my red snake horse." ”

Xiao Wuming talked about the Red Snake Horse Xiong Wei only remembered that the Red Snake Horse might still be in the city, and he led the Red Snake Horse to the Hundred Gardens that day, and he didn't know the whereabouts of the Red Snake Horse in the future. Later, I went to the Hundred Gardens, but the Hundred Gardens had been abandoned, and I really didn't know the whereabouts of the Red Snake Horse.

Xiong Wei thought: That's really a good horse, this is not far from the capital, and after finishing the errand, I have to sneak back quietly and find the red snake horse.

Xiao Wuming shouted while raising a hollow iron rod and rushed up, if this iron rod is solid, it is estimated to weigh more than 1,000 catties, and the hollow one is much lighter, Xiao Wuming shouted: "Look at the stick!"

Xiong Wei watched Xiao Wuming's stick smashed down from his head, held the sword in his hand and met it, and took a hard move, Xiao Wuming's iron rod was heavy, and the general sword could not be stopped, Xiao Wuming said that he won with martial arts, but it was better to say that he won with brute force.

Xiong Wei also has a brute force, which is added to the sword, and he flies up and slashes through with a sword.

"Bang!" A deafening sound continued for a long time, and the two of them each took a step back and looked at the weapons in their hands.

Xiong Wei's divine sword flashed a cold light, and in an instant, as if injecting divine power, Xiong Wei increased his confidence even more, and looked at Xiao Wuming.

Xiao Wuming looked at the iron rod in his hand that was cut out of a long mark by the divine sword, and his face was a little ugly, but it was not bad.

Xiao Wuming's iron rod is not an ordinary iron cast, if it were like that, it would definitely be cut off by Xiong Wei's divine sword.

Xiao Wuming's iron rod is a unique black magnet in southern Xinjiang, which is forged by the natural fire underground, and is no smaller than the fire of the sword casting furnace of the sword idiot.

Just now, Xiao Wuming also used this iron rod to discount a lot of long weapons, and he was still secretly proud, but he didn't expect it to be folded in Xiong Wei's hands.

Xiao Wuming felt very uncomfortable when he saw that the iron rod was still cut out by Xiong Wei. After so many battles in the competition just now, no one could hurt this iron rod, but Xiong Qi's divine sword was powerful, and it seemed that there was some nothingness in seizing the divine sword.

Xiao Wuming's martial arts can't be said to be martial arts, there is no way to send it, but he has been hunting in the mountains with brute force since he was a child, and he has practiced it.

Xiao Wuming pounced like a hungry wolf, smashed the iron rod at Xiong Wei, Xiong Wei retreated later, took retreat as advance, and raised the divine sword with a move "Sunrise East China Sea" to pick Xiao Wuming's waist.

Xiao Wuming missed a blow, and swept his hand back to Xiong Wei's feet, Xiong Wei jumped, flipped his wrist, and assassinated from top to bottom with a move of "scorching sun".

Xiao Wuming raised the iron rod horizontally, "bang", the two of them each took a step back, Xiao Wuming looked at the iron rod, and pulled another trace.

Xiong Wei didn't wait for Xiao Wuming to figure it out, a sword stabbed at Xiao Wuming's chest, Xiao Wuming stuck the tip of Xiong Wei's sword with the hollow of the iron rod, and the two formed a confrontation.

Xiong Wei worked hard, Xiao Wuming also worked hard, and the two fought with brute force.

"Good, good, good!" the crowd shouted.

In particular, there are many people in southern Xinjiang, and they are screaming loudly. Wudang's heart was very conflicted and complicated, he didn't want Xiong Wei to win, let alone Xiong Wei, so he had to watch silently.

The people of southern Xinjiang stood on the right, and Wudang and his party stood on the left, making a fuss, while their faces were blue and red, and they looked at it without saying a word.

The old Shaolin monk stood in the middle, looking at Xiong Wei and Xiao Wuming, the two of them fought with brute force, Xiong Wei used a sword, and secretly added a force in his hand, a sword qi rushed along the sword, Xiao Wuming's iron rod was hollow, and the sword qi hit Xiao Wuming's chest through the hollow iron rod, "Ah!" Xiao Wuming screamed and fell backwards.

Xiong won the game.

Next is the Qin Demon and Xiong Wei fighting, the Qin Demon does not speak, and comes up holding a qin.

With a little force, the demon gently swept the strings.

Xiong Wei listened to the sound of "Cheng Cheng Cheng", his bones were soft for a while, and goosebumps fell to the ground all over his body. "Where do you think you've heard this sound?"

Xiong took a step back and stared at the Qin Demon's hand, only to see his wrist spinning. Xiong Wei knew that the Qin Demon was killing people with the sound of the piano.

The little skill has already blocked his ears, and after another burst of "Cheng Cheng Cheng", the sound of the piano reveals a burst of murderous aura.

Followed by several consecutive chords, each of which made people feel more and more urgent, making people feel a murderous feeling, like thousands of troops in this ice and snow.

The surrounding leaves also seemed to feel this murderous aura, and they kept shaking, and the "whooshing" snow was constantly shaking down from the trees by the sound of the piano.

There was another sound of strumming the strings, "Cheng!" the Qin Demon's wrist flicked down hard.

Xiong Wei's clothes were blown whirring, and he felt a strong wind blowing his face very painfully, and the cold wind mixed with ice and snow blew on his face like a knife.

Xiong Wei raised his hands, let out a sword aura, and with a "whew", the snowflakes floated in the direction of the Qin Demon.

The piano demon did not retreat at all, but played the lute quickly.

Xiong Wei secretly increased his strength, only to hear the screams of a few people behind the Qin Demon who were almost weak, and fell to the ground.

"Dang!" The strings of the Qin Demon suddenly broke, and the Qin Demon looked at it, shook his hand and stopped continuing, and walked away with the Qin.

Xiong Wei was in a hurry, strode forward, ran out, and said loudly: "Please stay!"

Qin Demon turned around and said, "You won, what do you want to say?"

"Xiong Wei heard something wrong when he listened to the piano, as if he had heard it somewhere. I wonder if I can tell Xiong Wei what is the origin of this piano and music?"

"Ah!" Xiong Wei said this, Qin Demon looked Xiong Wei up and down, Qin Demon didn't know if he didn't look at it, he just thought that Xiong Wei's martial arts were high, and the lethality of Qin Yin was so lethal that Xiong Qi couldn't help it, and he was startled when he saw it.

"Who are you?" Qin Demon didn't feel right when he asked, and didn't say what he wanted to say.

The Qin Demon looked at Xiong Wei as if he was familiar with it, but he shook his head again, he definitely didn't know Xiong Wei's age, but Xiong Wei didn't seem to have any damage to his own piano sound, which only Xiong Wei could tolerate his own piano sound, but Xiong Wei had never heard it, how could he tolerate the piano sound?

For a moment, both of them stayed on the spot, not knowing how to say what they had to say.

The old Shaolin monk stepped forward and said, "Amitofu!

The old Shaolin monk could see clearly on the side, the qin demon was just a broken string, and he didn't lose, but the two of them stopped fighting, they were stunned on the spot, and they didn't know what to do.

Qin Mo heard the old monk like this, and looked at Xiong Wei and asked, "Do you still want to fight?" If you don't fight, you will win. ”

Xiong looked at it in a daze, nodded stupidly and said, "Fight!"

Seven strings of the piano demon were broken, and the piano was still there, so the piano demon frowned slightly and found a place to sit down.

Snowflakes fell from the sky and landed on the body of the Qin Demon, and after a while, the Qin Demon became a snowman.

Xiong was not aware of the intention of the Qin Demon, and suddenly heard a soft sound from the Zhonghe Qin, followed by a low groan, as if looking for a soulmate.

Xiong Wei's heart was shocked, the sound of this piano sound was in his ears, and he was pleasant to listen to, and he was fascinated. Everyone, regardless of their skill, raised their ears, and there was a modest atmosphere.

This is a martial arts competition, just like walking in the green and enjoying the snow.

The snowflakes fell on the Qin Demon's body, and he seemed to have no idea that both hands were empty, and he was gently plucking the remaining six strings.

Xiong Wei also stood in the snow and did not move, as if he had returned to a forgotten world, a world that he could no longer find in his memory.

"Dang!" the demon swept with his hand, and all six strings were broken. All the people have returned to the real world, only Xiong Wei has not returned, his mind is tumbling with memories that he has never had, very vague.

Qin Demon suddenly dropped the qin, looked at Xiong Wei in a daze, and asked again, "Who are you?"

Xiong Wei shook his head, he really didn't know how to say how he felt, Qin Mo definitely didn't ask the name Xiong Wei, he didn't know what he was asking, he only looked blankly.

The old Shaolin monk stepped forward, looked at the Qin Demon and said, "Amitofu!

"Hmm!" the Qin Demon nodded, responding gently.

The old Shaolin monk was busy for a while, took Xiong Wei's hand and walked to the Great Wall and announced: "After the last two competitions, Xiong Wei won and became the leader of the martial arts alliance." ”

"Slow!" a voice was not loud, but it shocked the audience, and a man in a black trench coat slowly walked over from the snow.

"Cold-blooded!"

With the arrival of cold blood, there was silence on the snow, and Xiong Wei woke up from the sound of the piano.

Cold-blooded, he walked to the Great Wall, looked at the old Shaolin monk and said, "Master, if I remember correctly, I am a disciple of the Shaolin layman." ”

The old Shaolin monk nodded.

"In this way, I am also a member of the Central Plains Martial Arts. Cold-blooded asked word by word.

The old Shaolin monk nodded again.

"It seems that I fully meet the requirements of the master selection of the martial arts alliance this time. Cold-blooded pressed further.

The old Shaolin monk shook his head and said, "You betrayed the lord to seek glory and do things for the Jin State, and you should have been driven out of the Central Plains Martial Arts a long time ago." ”

"You old monk, don't be ignorant. Cold-blooded scolded, "I have been learning martial arts in Shaolin since I was a child, and I am not a martial artist in the Central Plains." ”

Cold-blooded has always been arrogant, raised his head, laughed strangely, and said loudly: "Isn't it just a mere martial arts alliance leader, God, how can you treat me like this." ”

Cold-blooded threw the black cloak back, raised his head, and said with a wild laugh: "Fellow martial arts practitioners, I will win with martial arts in cold blood today, so that you can sincerely admit that I am the leader of the martial arts alliance." ”

Cold-blooded said and looked down at the people at the foot of the Great Wall, howling like a ghost: "This great river and mountain originally belonged to me. I don't just want to take this martial arts alliance master, I also want to take back my country!!!