"Look, the young man who defeated the Sword God is walking towards the palace!"

"What about that young man? He is a swordsman. Is that what you call young man casually?"

"What does he want to do? After defeating the Sword Master, does he also want to win the title of No. 1 Sword Master, so he wants to challenge the Sword Master?"

"So exciting? It must be another fierce battle!"

"I don't think so. The Sword God has been defeated. I guess the Sword Master is about the same."

"It just so happens that this time we can directly rank the top three."

…

"Are you going to find the Sword Master?" Duan Xianchen said.

"What else? You curse here every day until I take a break. You guys have a quick fight, and then everyone goes back to their homes to find their mothers. How about I wait quietly by myself?"

"It is not so easy to walk into the core area of ​​St. Mark Dragon City," Duan Xianchen said, "It is said that Mo Xiaoxi's ancestor was a sword formation master, and even a demigod-level sword formation master. In this Dragon City

There is a very powerful sword formation in the core area, and even a saint cannot break into it."

If it hadn't been for this damn sword formation, Duan Xianchen would have already rushed in due to his violent temper, and he wouldn't have been cursing like a shrew like he is now.

"Wait here for a moment, I'll buy two oranges and I'll be back." Zhang Menglong pushed aside Sword God Duan Xianchen and walked directly into the sword formation.

Duan Xianchen originally wanted to take a look, but when he thought of the terrifying sword formation, he lost the desire to go in.

Once upon a time, the soul-devouring beast in Shenmojian went crazy, and many saints failed to stop it. Finally, it broke into the sword formation, and with the help of Sword Saint Mo Xiaoxi, it was successfully repelled.

It can be seen that even demigods can't resist the power of this sword formation. How dare Zhang Mengyu do it?

"He walked into Dragon City?"

"Oh my God, is he going to break in directly? Doesn't he know the sword formation in Dragon City? That's a place that even demigods can't break through!"

"He's just too crazy, but I like it."

"Listen, what's the sound?"

Suddenly, everyone pricked up their ears, because there was a sound of metal collision coming from the direction of the core area of ​​​​Dragon City, followed by a violent explosion. In the center of Dragon City, a height exceeding

Thousands of meters of mushroom cloud!

"A fight started?"

"Has he broken through the sword formation? Or is he breaking through?"

"Such a momentum is simply terrifying. Is this the ceiling-level power of a saint?"

"Cameraman? Where's the cameraman? Do you want the chicken legs?"

…

Such a violent noise only lasted for two minutes, and the depths of Dragon City became quiet, as if everything had returned to calm.

"Look, someone is coming out!"

"Did he fail to break into the formation?"

"No, there are two people! It seems that one person is carrying the other person."

"Ti Liu? Brother, your choice of words is a bit clever. Damn it...it seems like you are really talking about someone!"

As the figure got closer and closer, everyone saw that the person was Zhang Mengyu who had just broken in, and he was holding a person in his hand. The person was as limp as a dead pig, as if he had fainted.

.

Zhang Mengyu returned to the top of Dragon City and threw the person in his hand to the ground, as if he was throwing a bag of garbage.

"Well, he seems to be the Sword Master. I caught him for you. Go and fight him. Remember to stay away!" Zhang Mengyu waved his hand as if slapping a fly.

"Is that the Juggernaut?"

"Really? I didn't know. I thought he was a thief."

"What happened? It took him two or three minutes to capture the sword master from Dragon City?"

"Please! That's the Sword Master, not an ordinary person. He doesn't want to lose face?"

"The Juggernaut must be confused now. He was sleeping at home. Someone broke in and beat him up, then dragged him out of the house."

…

Mo Xiaoxi was really confused now.

As the master of Dragon City, he certainly knew that Duan Xianchen had come to him for a fight ten years ago.

To be honest, Mo Xiaoxi is actually a person who is relatively indifferent to fame and wealth. He does not bother to compete for the title of the number one sword cultivator. What he loves more is that he devotes himself to studying swordsmanship and meditation. Therefore, in the past ten years, whether it is Duan Xian

He ignored Chen's provocations and scoldings, and gradually got used to it.

But he didn't expect that a monster would come today!

The formation passed down from his ancestors, which can even kill the peak saints and repel the strong demigods, was actually directly broken!

He didn't even know who did this, but someone rushed into his practice room and pulled him out.

Of course, he could not be manipulated by Zhang Mengyu at will, so he immediately launched a fierce counterattack.

It's just that Zhang Menglong's power far exceeded his imagination. His proud swordsmanship was broken by Zhang Menglong with the simplest slashing and stabbing. The more he resisted, the harder the young man hit him.

Half a minute later, he was defeated by this young man with one move, and then the power he had trapped in his body was lifted out like a dog.

Even now, he doesn't know who this young man is and why he is so scary.

Zhang Mengyu came into contact with the energy confinement on Mo Xiaoxi's body, and the latter immediately backed away hundreds of people like a frightened deer, and then made a very vigilant move towards Zhang Mengyu.

"Who are you?" Mo Xiaoxi said.

"I came here to wait for my friends," Zhang Mengyu said, "that guy with his hair in his mouth and scolding him every day has affected my mood. I have no choice but to catch you and have a fight with him. He is satisfied.

, then I don’t have to torture him anymore.”

"Please stay away, please. I just want to take a nap in peace, really!"

…

What the hell is this such a tough reason?

Sword Master Mo Xiaoxi was on the verge of tears. He was feeling miserable because he was so inexplicably beaten even though he had done nothing wrong. It was just because the young man wanted to take a nap.

Get rid of it, do you want to be so willful?

"Brother Mo! Please let me wait!" Duan Xianchen stepped forward, "Since we are out now, can we have a good competition?"

Although Mo Xiaoxi had not accepted the challenge before, in his heart, Duan Xianchen was indeed a well-matched opponent.

"Forget it!" Mo Xiaoxi sighed, "It seems that I am destined to have a battle with you, but no matter whether we succeed or fail, I am afraid that we will not have any fate with the number one sword cultivator in St. Mark Continent!"

Although they only met briefly, Mo Xiaoxi knew very well how big the gap between herself and Zhang Mengyu was.

"Since you can't compete for first place, then compete for second place!"

"Walk!"

The battle between the Sword God and the Sword Master was absolutely exciting. As they went away, the attention of the melon-eating crowd was also taken away. As for their battle, Zhang Mengyu was not interested at all, no matter who they were.

Even more powerful, but not as powerful as myself.

…

Three days later, a news spread immediately. Sword God Duan Xianchen defeated Sword Master Mo Xiaoxi with just a few moves and became the second sword cultivator in St. Mark Continent!

Zhang Mengru was browsing the news and happened to see this piece of news.

At this time, a figure suddenly descended from the sky and knelt in front of him, "Senior Sword Immortal, I, Mo Xiaoxi, am willing to become your teacher. I hope you can teach me the supreme swordsmanship!"

Although Mo Xiaoxi is indifferent to fame and fortune, she is also very competitive. Since she was defeated this time, she can just win back next time.

But at his level, it is very difficult to improve even a little bit in strength. At this time, he thought of Zhang Mengyu. If he could give some advice, defeating Duan Xianchen would definitely not be a dream!

"I wipe it? What's going on?" Before Zhang Mengyu could react, another figure knelt in front of him again.

"Mo Xiaoxi, you old man, you want to surpass me? As long as I also become a disciple, you will never be able to defeat me!"

Zhang Mengyu: "Nima, these are all papers?"
Chapter completed!