No one answered him, as if no one had heard him at all, but everyone began to doubt in their hearts.

Mo Wentian, the second-ranked Lingxiao Pavilion Master of the world's sects, looked thoughtfully at the Sword Sect and his party, he is recognized as the first person in the true martial arts realm of the world's sects, Haozhuang may really be able to threaten his position as the first true martial artist in the future, but, I'm afraid that by the time Haozhuang breaks through to the true martial realm, he will already be a martial saint, right?

"Senior brother" When Haozhuang slowly opened his eyes, Lin Feng on the side finally couldn't help but tremble slightly, and tightened Haozhuang's palm with one hand, looking extremely excited.

Haozhuang nodded slowly at him, from today onwards, the day of the rise of the Sword Sect will not be far away.

A smile appeared on Lin Feng's face, and he also nodded firmly with Haozhuang, and then set his eyes on the ring.

Although the Sword Sect seemed to be a miserable victory, no one dared to challenge such a cutting-edge sect as the Sword Sect. That person is only fourteen years old, no one knows what realm he can reach in ten years, if he challenges the Sword Sect at this time, even if the Sword Sect admits defeat, ten years later, what will their sect use to resist the resentful Haozhuang?

Around the twentieth place of the sect, a continuous battle was launched, many sects in such a situation masters have fallen, many sects with the idea of picking up soft persimmons to challenge, the result was picked up by others soft persimmons.

No one knew that a small sect ranked fiftieth was also quietly waiting for the opportunity.

Finally, when the top twenty-nine sects either gave up the challenge or lost both, the greedy wolf sect named Qi Killing took the initiative.

He decisively challenged the new sect ranking twentieth, and ten elite disciples came out together, killing all the remaining seven disciples of that sect under the claws.

In the battle of the first master, the greedy wolf sect decisively abstained, and in the battle of the sect master, Qi Shusheng showed his strange body and invincible claws. In less than three turns, the same enemy at the peak of Soul Melting died under his claws.

He licked his bloody claws and glanced in the direction of the Sword Sect with a provocative gaze, but found that the other party didn't seem to be looking at him from beginning to end, and his provocation seemed to have no meaning.

He didn't care at all, but he made up his mind in his heart, "Next time, my Greedy Wolf Sect must defeat all the third-grade sects in a dignified manner and win the second-grade sect." What Ten Thousand Year Sword Sect, all of them have been reduced to stepping stones!'

With the end of the Sanpin Challenge, the sects that were originally ranked sixth to eighteenth jumped up.

At the beginning, most of the sects did not challenge the second-grade sects, but launched a challenge to the sects in front of them, because in the competition for the top twenty sects, not rising a single place was a huge victory, and it was all in vain ten years of struggle.

A ninth-ranked sect failed to fight with the seventh-ranked sect, and the number one master in the sect fell, but it was challenged one after another, and finally dropped to the fifteenth, and the largest dark horse sword sect and the luckiest dark horse greedy wolf sect that had reached the top twenty did not show their fangs again.

One after another true martial arts battles broke out, looking at the battles between those masters whose possessors were comparable to the strength of the peak realm of the great masters of the previous life and those who were close to the broken realm, Haozhuang only felt extremely boring.

Most of them only rely on strength, defense and speed to fight, just like wrestling their wrists, savage and violent, without showing the essence of martial arts in the slightest.

Lin Feng watched it with relish, but it made Haozhuang extremely boring. He finally understood why there were no swordsmanship and fist skills in this world. It's just because they often stand on their own feet, and then they make their own moves.

Although it is said to be the simplest avenue, in Haozhuang's view, when the swordsmanship reaches a certain level, the power it has is not necessarily worse than those masters who integrate the martial soul into their bodies.

He absorbs the points of this world, and summarizes the determination of its duel, and at the same time actively integrates his own points, turning them into terrifying combat power, and achieving the effect of crushing his peers.

Everyone thought that Haozhuang was powerful enough to threaten the true martial arts master, but they didn't know that Haozhuang's Haoran righteousness itself restrained the evil blood qi condensed by the blood demonic scriptures.

This is the power that he was able to burst out only when he comprehended the extreme of kendo in his previous life, when everyone was amazed at his strength, but no one saw his essence, even if it was a martial saint powerhouse, it was just a light in his eyes, and he didn't notice the abnormality.

Feeling a terrifying divine sense sweeping around his body, Haozhuang was slightly dissatisfied and released his recovered divine soul, which was an immortal holy soul that had gone through the world-destroying thunder tribulation, although it was not as powerful as the divine soul of the martial saint, but it also caused a lot of impact on him.

"It's terrifying. ”

"Thank you seniors for the compliment, the kid must work hard. ”

The two of them exchanged their senses for only a moment, and then they each withdrew their bodies.

The martial saint powerhouse of that Yipin sect nodded towards Haozhuang, and Haozhuang also expressed his kindness to him.

At the end of one competition after another, when the competition between the second-grade sects began, it brought people a different kind of excitement.

The sect master of the second sect in the world defeated the opponent of the third largest sect in the world with only one move, and when he completely bloomed the peerless demeanor of the first person in his true martial arts, he also successfully attracted Haozhuang's attention.

"Is it a good way to control thunder with a god!" The corners of Haozhuang's mouth showed a hint of praise, although the martial artists of this world looked very immature, but the Daoists seemed to have unpredictable terrifying strength.

It is no wonder that the Three Kingdoms of Xia, Shang and Zhou have been juxtaposed for tens of thousands of years, and the Great Shang and the Great Zhou have been constantly conquering, but they rarely use troops against the Great Xia.

When the final battle for the first product was over, no one went to challenge the majesty of this giant with a martial saint in charge. The pavilion master of Lingxiao Pavilion also saluted the martial saint very respectfully, and then said: "Next time, when I am a true immortal, I will be a product in the world, and I should be in Lingxiao Pavilion." ”

The Martial Saint was not angry or sad, just nodded slightly, and said: "When Mo Wentian is a true immortal, if there is no second martial saint in my sect, he must abdicate and make way for Xian." After saying that, he glanced at a very honest disciple beside him.

Mo Wentian was stunned for a moment, and muttered in his mouth: "One Sect and Two Saints?"

At this time, he focused his attention on the young man who looked very inconspicuous, and muttered: "A mere martial artist in the early stage of true martial arts, does the sage really think that he can become a martial saint within ten years?"

The Martial Saint didn't speak, and the young man who was focused by everyone's eyes didn't show any abnormality, still burying his head low, and after a long time, a sound of snoring came from his nostrils.

Although the sound was very weak, when it reached everyone's ears, it was still as piercing as Hong Zhong Dalu.

Haozhuang also glanced at the young man with considerable interest, and just as the young man was sleeping, a trace of golden aura was generated in his body and circulated in the meridians around his body.

Haozhuang felt a very familiar aura on his body, and couldn't help but murmur a word in his mouth: "Buddha." ”

Lin Feng on the side glanced at Haozhuang on the side with some strangeness and asked, "Buddha, what is that?"

Haozhuang's heart trembled, "In this world, there is Taoism, Confucianism, and martial arts, but there doesn't seem to be a Buddha yet!" The existence of a young man proves that there is not only a Buddha in this world, but also that the exercises of Buddhism are still very powerful and perfect, so is there a Buddha sect in this world?"

At this moment, in the far west, a person sitting on the golden lotus platform and spitting out the truth, the bald head suddenly stopped moving.

In front of him sat three disciples who listened in fascination.

"My Buddhism seems to have been known, and it seems that the time is not far from when I wait for the Buddha to walk the world and educate Kyushu. The bald head said a sentence thoughtfully, and then sighed wistfully, and said: "Escaping the world is not a long-term method after all, and I don't know how many sects still exist in the hundred sects of Kyushu." ”

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "At least, my Cave Heaven Sect is still there." ”

The bald head was slightly stunned, and then he saluted to the far east, and said: "The Dongtian Sect knows all about the eight desolations of Kyushu, so it is naturally impossible for it to decline, but I don't know if my old opponent of Buddhism is still there!"

The Dongtian Sect has the strange exercises of seeing the world and listening to the eight directions, and the things that are happening in these Kyushu are all clear in their chests, and the bald head is saying this, but he intends to inquire about it.

"Demon Sect, fourteen years ago, I received the world-destroying crow, and then I escaped into the demon realm, I don't know what happened now!"

"The Crow of the World?" the old monk's figure trembled, and then he opened his mouth again: "That"

After a long time, the cold voice sounded: "The sun and the moon are parallel, the thunder body is pure lotus, the three eyes and nine tails, the Confucianism is brave and righteous, the Tao Yan Tianji, the phoenix ancestor Xuanque, the ox ancestor is desolate, and the Buddha is the third."

The old monk's body trembled, and finally said, "No, isn't there a jade disc for creation?"

"Creation of the Sect 800 Years Ago"

The old monk glanced up at the chaotic land in the distance, and muttered: "If there is no creation, the era of the end of the law will come again!"

The final ranking of the Sword Sect is the nineteenth largest sect in the world, and it is a three-grade sect, after the Tianji Sect World Sect List comes out, there will be countless young heroes who have their own martial souls as sword weapons and admire swordsmanship to come to Wanjian Mountain to apprentice.

There will be countless small sects and small sects that have taken refuge in the Sword Sect, willing to be their wings, for their drive, and only seek refuge.

Just when Haozhuang and the others were about to drive the flying sword and leave, the old man in a Taoist robe suddenly drove a crane to block the way of Haozhuang and the others. (To be continued.) )