The world is sensation.

Whether it was the big fight, the Northern Barbarians, or the Western Regions, all the masters were shocked.

The news that the old sword god was going to fight to the death with the old palace master of the Demon God Palace spread throughout the world.

Countless people traveled day and night, rushing from the Northern Barbarians and the Western Regions toward the Longshou Mountain of the Dagan Kingdom.

There was also an uproar in the country when the big fight was in full swing.

I don’t know how many heroes from the green forest gathered, and some high-ranking officials and nobles began to set off early and rushed to Longshou Mountain.

The news of the duel between the two was too abrupt, which made many people who were far away had to travel day and night.

The entire top of Longshou Mountain was boiling, and all kinds of discussions were heard.

In today's martial arts world, there are two myths that will determine life and death at the full moon tonight. Just thinking about it is enough to make people excited.

The old sword god has been suppressing the world for 89 years and has never seen any rival. His real age is over 100 years old, and he can be called a [living god].

The old palace master of the Demon God Palace is also a hero of a generation. He is unfathomable, but he is nearly forty years younger than the old Sword God.

The two of them fought, and who is weak and who is stronger, really touched everyone's heartstrings.

But there is no doubt that no matter which side of the two sides is defeated, it will be a devastating blow to the people of that side!

While all the martial artists in the martial arts world gathered towards the top of Longshou Mountain, there was a sudden change in the direction of the Western Regions.

Two hundred thousand troops gathered at night and gathered from all directions of the Western Regions towards the Sishui Pass.

Their national teacher, King King of King Ming, died tragically in the country of Dakan, which shocked them. The king of the Western Regions brought the prince and general to supervise the battle himself.

There were originally 80,000 troops from the Western Regions at the entire Sishui Pass, and now there is another 200,000, which is a total of 280,000!

It was getting late.

The duel between the old sword god and Dabar is approaching.

The entire Longshou Mountain has already gathered countless tourists from all directions, densely packed with swords and swords, and there is no end to see at first sight. It is dressed in all kinds of clothes, and it is all from all over the world.

The entire mountain top was terrifyingly quiet. All the tourists in the martial arts world were pricking up their ears, their faces were tense, and they looked in all directions so that they could see the old sword god appear at any time.

Finally, when the moon reaches the middle of heaven.

call!

A afterimage flashed by, almost to the extreme, flashing like teleportation, and suddenly appeared on the top of Longshou Mountain.

This is a tall figure wearing a black robe, burly and about 1.9 meters tall, standing tall, like an iron tower. The moment it appeared, an invisible terrifying aura spread out from his body.

Everyone seemed to have a slight illusion, like a black mountain, which quickly magnified in their eyes and filled their entire hearts.

A deep sense of fear appeared in everyone's hearts!

Dabar!

This is Dabar, the old lord of the Northern Barbarian Demon God Palace!

The undefeated myth that is nearly forty years younger than the old sword god!

"Where is the old sword god? Why haven't it appeared yet?"

Many people in the martial arts world who are working hard are secretly anxious.

Seeing Dabar so powerful, they all felt a little scared in their hearts, and they were eager to see the old sword god appear as soon as possible to suppress Badar.

But time has passed.

From the moon to the middle of the sky, gradually to the full moon slanting westward.

More than an hour passed quickly.

All the tourists from the world widened their eyes and sweated coldly in their hands.

The old sword god didn't come?

How could it be?

Didn’t the news came out of Wuliang Palace that he agreed in person?

Badar's eyes were cold, and his black robe surged, like a black mist surging in front of him. His own aura became more and more terrifying. Then suddenly all his aura was restrained and he smiled hoarsely, saying: "There is no one in the Central Plains, no one in the fight, and the dignified sword god retreated without fighting. It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous, hehe..."

Whoosh!

His body disappeared in an instant, almost to the extreme.

The entire top of Longshou Mountain was in an uproar.

Countless tourists from the world talked about it, each of whom was confused, shocked, confused, humiliated, and beat their feet and stamped their chests.

And those masters from the Western Regions, Northern Barbarians, and Southern Xinjiang all showed a hint of sarcasm and laughed at them with all their hearts.

There was a burst of laughter on the entire mountain top, and there were harsh ridicule everywhere.

He worked hard on countless righteous men in the world and filled their chests with rage, their eyes were red, and they wished they could whistle to the sky.

…

Outside the Dagan Sishui Pass.

Above the high hills.

The old sword god was wearing a long robe, standing tall, with his hair fluttering, and his clothes were shining. He was like a straight sword, penetrated into the sky, hanging an eight-sided Han sword around his waist, which was more than one meter long and was straight and powerful.

In front of him, Li Yao stood quietly, without saying a word, looking at the countless armies outside the city wall.

Looking around, there was a black crowd, people were like tigers, horses were like dragons, and neighing.

Large flags flew under the moonlight, with a majestic momentum.

The entire Western Region army finally gathered tonight!

A total of 280,000 troops were ready to attack Sishui Pass at night.

The guards of Sishui Pass had already closed the pass tightly and guarded them tightly. At the same time, they sent letters to the imperial city overnight. The entire Sishui Pass was in chaos, and countless merchants and tourists fled.

At this moment, a dark cloud slowly obscured the bright moon.

The whole earth fell into darkness.

The old sword god looked up at the sky and smiled and said, "It's almost time. Dabar should reach the top of Longshou Mountain at this moment. Young Master Jiang, I'll have a hard time seeing you off for the old Taoist."

"Senior, walk slowly!"

Li Yao bowed and said.

The old sword god smiled slightly, calm, his clothes flew, his body flashed, and disappeared from the hills.

The next moment, afterimage flashed by and his body had already appeared under the hill.

He was one person and one sword, his hair was floating, and the Han sword around his waist was long and loud, laughing loudly, and singing out loudly:

"Three feet of Wu hook, the world's frost, a lump of blood reflects the Mianjiang River!"

"I remember the day when I captured the dragon, and the Northern Barbarians were panicking everywhere!"

"Thirty-three autumns don't care about things, and the river will be stained with blood for fifty years!"

"I have never had the will to serve the country in my life, and my loyal soul will be prosperous after death!"

"Hahaha…"

His body flickered, like a shrinking ground, disillusioned every step, flying generously.

The horses in the Western Regions military camp had long noticed this scene, but before they could return to report in time, the old sword god's body had already passed by them like a teleportation.

Puff puff puff!

Blood sprinkled and human heads rolled down.

Eight-character seven-character poems, each of which falls, the old sword god's body will appear dozens of feet away out of thin air.

After eight consecutive sentences fell, it was less than 100 meters away from the Western Regions Camp.

The Western Regions Camp finally realized the abnormality, and someone immediately led the team to rush out and quickly shot arrows at the old sword god.

The old sword god laughed loudly, his body floating, like fog and lightning, like emptiness and reality, and it is uncertain to capture.

All the arrows passed by him.

More soldiers rushed out of the Western Regions camp, pulled out strong bows and fired quickly.

For a moment, arrows were like rain, dense, and I don’t know how many.

The king and prince of the Western Regions had already received a reward, and they were shocked and ran out of the central army's tent.

"What? Even if only one person dares to hit my 280,000 army?"

The prince of the Western Region glared and shouted angrily.

"Yes, this person doesn't know whether he is a human or a ghost. His body is floating and difficult to catch. Ten thousand arrows are shot at once, and it is difficult to hurt at all!"

A general said in horror.

"Report, report to the king and prince, that man has already been killed outside the camp!"

Another sergeant came to report quickly.

"Waste, why are you still standing there? Can he stop my 28th army alone? Why don't you shoot him to death!"

The king of the Western Regions shouted angrily.

The general and the sergeant immediately rushed out quickly.

The old sword god sang loudly, and the eight-sided Han swords were clamoring, and they entered the Western Regions army, swept across and across. The sword technique was used to the extreme, flowing clouds and water, as if there was no effort. In addition, his body movement was erratic, like ghosts and lightning, and no one could approach him for a moment.

Wherever he passed, blood spilled and his head flew out, without exception, all were killed accurately.
Chapter completed!