On a mountain top, a tall and tall figure stands.

The middle-aged man in a purple robe had sharp eyebrows and a sharp face, and his knife-like face was cold.

"There has been aware of the movements on the other side of the Ten Thousand Mountains. I'm afraid the demonic world Buddha that the old blind man mentioned is about to be born."

Ten feet away from the man, there was an old man in linen squatting under a towering tree. The old man put his hands together and his neck narrowed slightly, looking like an old man from a farmer. The old man stared at the yellow leaves scattered on the ground and murmured softly.

The man who heard the old man's words did not turn around, and still looked at the endless mountains in the distance.

"It can be as short as three years, and it can be as long as five years."

"Oh, I finally had a stable life for hundreds of years, and the world was in chaos again. A few years ago, I met that old blind man and wanted to bring him here to help. But he was going to find a disciple of Luo Shizi in the broken land where birds were not shit. The old man and I have been fighting with him for three or four months, but I didn't even make a fuck. The old blind man didn't care about anything else, and just wanted to find someone to inherit his magical geomantic numerology before he died. If I want me to see, you, you and the old sword mob are still reliable."

The old man reached out to pick up a fallen leaf on the ground, rubbed it in his hands, and the withered yellow leaves shattered and fell between the old man's fingers.

"Ling Ruoxue went to intercept and kill the Demon Tathagata, what was the result?"

The middle-aged man looked slightly and asked the old man behind him.

When the old man was asked, he seemed to remember something interesting, and said with a smile: "What can the result be? An old sword idiot, a ghost monk, one chased and the other hides. The old sword idiot searched around for many years, but he didn't even see the shadow of the ghost monk. It was probably because the ghost monk had quietly bypassed us and entered Nan Chizhou. It was pitiful that the ghost monk's only disciple. The old sword idiot didn't find his master, but he just met him. In Tianxuan, he was cut into eight pieces by the old sword idiot, and his soul could not escape. He was nailed to the cliff by a sword energy, which was hit by the wind and rain. It looked very pitiful."

After a while, the middle-aged man did not take the initiative, but just looked ahead.

The old man seemed to have been used to the other party's style of cherishing words and continued to talk: "Old Monster Feng, once the ghost monk and the old bird join forces and fight together, I'm afraid that the empty spirit world will really suffer. The old bird alone will already cause you and the old sword idol to have a headache. If you add a ghost monk, how should you fight this fight?"

The middle-aged man seemed impatient to listen to the old man's nagging anymore, and in an instant he disappeared from the spot. Only the last sentence was left to echo between the top of the mountain.

"If you have the skill of talking nonsense, you might as well go to retreat and practice. Just this step, you, an old waste, can't get through for three hundred years."

After hearing this sarcastic and sarcastic remark, the old man was not annoyed, but instead rubbed his face with a smile. After standing up, the old man still put his sleeves on his sleeves and bowed his back. The old man smiled and scolded in the direction where the man disappeared: "It's really the emperor, the eunuch is not anxious, I'm not anxious, you can fuck the old monster."

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Outside Liangzhou City, by the Shushui Lake.

After the battle between Zhuo Yuming and Fang Qinghua ended, the field was really cold for a long time, and no one came out to invite the game again. The seven people ranked third to nine in the previous session were also sitting on the other side as if they were in a meditation as an old monk.

Just when Jiang Ren wanted to get up and say a few words to warm up the scene, another unexpected person jumped onto the stone platform.

"Brother Qi, Zhengdong is brave enough to come and ask for advice."

Standing on the stone platform was Lin Zhengdong, who showed his seventh-grade martial artist's cultivation level in the previous battle. His eyes were Qi Huan, who was known as the number one young man in Dongshengzhou.

Qi Huan was a sloppy man with a beard and looked tragic. So even Jun Yan, the first genius of Dongshengzhou, never had any fairy cultivators in love with him. However, this rough man, known as the number one swordsman in Dongshengzhou, won the favor of the world's No. 1 swordsman Ling Ruoxu, and was taken under the sect by the Sword Saint. It is said that after Qi Huan was under the Sword Saint, he studied swords in Zhongshenzhou for half a year, and was kicked back to Dongsheng Saint by the Sword Saint.

Just when everyone in the world thought that Qi Huan was kicked out by the Sword Saint, fortunately, there was news that the Sword Saint's great disciple came from all over Dongshengzhou to see this junior brother in the closed door. Otherwise, with the whereabouts of the Sword Saint's dragon, the news that Qi Huan was driven out of the Sword Saint's wall would soon be circulated by those good people.

Qi Huan originally sat by the lake since Fang Qinghua was defeated, closed his eyes to rest. At this time, he heard that Lin Zhengdong was inviting a fight, so he slowly opened his eyelids. After opening his eyes, Qi Huan stood up and looked at Lin Zhengdong on the stage and smiled.

After dodging, Qi Huan appeared on the stone platform. He nodded to Lin Zhengdong and said with a smile: "Actually, Brother Lin doesn't speak, I also want to talk to Brother Lin. If Brother Lin's previous minor injuries are not hindered, then I will use my sword to savage. Sword cultivators are the most enjoyable to fight against martial artists. They always dodge and dodge, and they are always not happy enough to fight."

"Zhengdong saw something similar. When a martial artist faced the enemy, he was just a fist to the flesh. Sword cultivation, a sword, and a natal flying sword, which was also pure and simple. Without those fancy magic weapons flying all over the sky, it was only easy to fight."

Lin Zhengdong has actually always focused on Qi Huan this time. For him, there are almost no young martial artists in the younger generation of Dongshengzhou who can compete with him. Most of those who are similar in realms are in his twenties. So the one he wants to fight most in the Weihu Discussion Taoism was Qi Huan, a sword cultivator. Ten years ago, he was at the sixth level of cultivation, and he was embarrassed to go to Qi Huan to test his sword, but now he is in the seventh level of Vajra realm, of course he has to fight with Qi Huan. In fact, as a pure martial artist, the Great General of Zhenbei of the Great Sui Dynasty, was not very concerned about the ranking of Weihu Discussion Taoism. What he wanted more was to fight with the successor of the sword saint in front of him. Even if he lost in public, he didn't care.

When Qi Huan heard what Lin Zhendong said, he laughed.

The two of them took a few steps back. Lin Zhengdong clasped his fists with his hands, while Qi Huan held his long sword horizontally, looked at each other and smiled, and he moved toward each other at the same time.

Qi Huan drew his sword out of the sheath and slashed towards Lin Zhengdong's fist. Lin Zhengdong did not dodge, but directly hit Qi Huan's sword blade. The Qi Qi protected his body, and Qi Huan's sword energy only left a white mark on the back of his hand. When the two fists and swords intersected, the pure martial artist was naturally better in terms of strength. Qi Huan was shocked a few steps back, stabbed straight with his backhand, and pointed the sword at Lin Zhengdong's throat. Lin Zhengdong swung the sword with his forearm and knocked it sideways into Qi Huan's arms. With a muffled sound, Qi Huan was knocked away.

In mid-air, Qi Huan turned over and bent down steadily.

However, the moment Qi Huan landed, Lin Zhengdong had already flashed to his side, and a powerful whip leg swept directly to Qi Huan's head. Qi Huan was not slow to react, and he crossed the sword in his hand, holding the hilt in one hand and pressing the sword on the other hand, blocking Lin Zhengdong's kick.

The seventh-grade martial artist's kick is not so easy to deal with. Even compared to the Qi-trainer, the sword cultivator's body is stronger, but in terms of strength, it is not comparable to the pure martial artist who has the killing power on his body. Under Lin Zhengdong's kick, even though the long sword in Qi Huan's hand was bending with sword energy, it still bent a considerable arc and hit his head. Qi Huan flew out again.
Chapter completed!