"Zhang Xingkong, as long as you hand over the royal sword and lead your disciples to leave Zhongnan Mountain, we will let you go!"
During the fierce battle, Yunmojiang shouted.
Zhang Xingkong smiled miserably: "Yun Mojiang, do you think Zhang is a three-year-old child? Today's battle will last until death."
"Okay, since you don't know how to advance or retreat, don't blame us for being rude."
Yunmojiang said loudly.
He had no good intentions in trying to persuade him. He was just saying "let go". He had to eradicate the root cause. Now that the situation was so good, how could he allow the other party to leave alive?
"Oh, I think it's polite to say that you can attack Zhongnan Mountain."
Suddenly, an old voice sounded in my ears.
Caught off guard, everyone was taken aback. They couldn't help but look up and saw an old man standing on the stone road. His eyes were slightly squinted, looking at the fierce battle below.
When did he stand there?
Yun Mojiang and others were startled, and secretly became wary.
Several of them are warriors with high levels of Qi Dao. Even in the midst of a fierce battle, they can see all directions and hear all directions. They can see all the slightest movements in the outside world. But now there is someone next to them, but they don't know anything about it.
Perception, what does this mean?
Soon, they recognized that the other party was the strange old man who appeared unexpectedly during the decisive battle between Liang Qiufeng and Fan Dongliu.
The first time the old man appeared, Liang Qiufeng seemed to have changed. In a short period of time, he even got a glimpse of the true meaning of swordsmanship and killed Fan Dongliu on the spot;
At that time, people did not associate the two together. They only thought that Liang Qiufeng had an unexpected realization before the battle and became extremely powerful in battle. They even laughed at the old man loudly, thinking that he was a fool or a madman or some other passerby.
But now, the old man has appeared again, and he appears so strangely. It seems to be completely different from the first time. But what is different, I can't tell for a while.
Such a strange thing has never happened before.
At this time, the remnants of the Jian Mansion retreated one after another, and finally gathered at a pass, each with blood on their bodies, leaning on each other, facing the enemy with swords in hand.
Everyone knew that they would not be able to survive today's battle, but they aroused even more fighting spirit. Even if they died, they would take advantage of the enemy.
At this moment, the old man appeared and walked quietly through the mountain road behind, as if everyone didn't exist.
He stepped out and walked in front of everyone, facing hundreds of foreign enemies alone. He had no sword in his hand and his back was slightly hunched. This look was in stark contrast to the current situation.
Zhang Xingkong made a move, and suddenly used a unique move to force the three of them back, then jumped back and wanted to stand with the Jianfu personnel.
Yun Mojiang shouted: "Where to go?"
The figure rushed towards him like lightning and blasted out with a palm.
"roll!"
The old man was faster, he stepped forward and stretched out his wrinkled hands, like the bark of an old pine tree.
Bang!
Yun Mojiang opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He fell back like a kite with its string cut off, and shouted in horror: "What?"
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhang Xingkong was able to escape. At this moment, he recognized the extraordinary nature of the old man and immediately knelt down on the ground: "The contemporary master of the Jian Mansion, Xingkong, comes to see our senior uncle."
For a moment, I didn't know what to call him, so I just called him "Senior Uncle".
As soon as he knelt down, other Jianfu members knelt down one after another.
The old man looked at Zhang Xingkong and shook his head: "It's disappointing."
Immediately, his waist straightened, and his whole aura changed. The aura was rolling, like a river; the aura was deep, like an abyss; the aura was majestic, like the sea.
King Wu, this is the breath power that King Wu can possess.
He didn't bring a sword, but standing here was a peerless sword!
When this aura spread, the warriors of the sect who were still ready to take action were immediately shocked and their eyes widened with incredible expressions.
King Wu, how is this possible?
How is it possible that there are still masters at the King of Martial Arts level in Zhongnan Sword Mansion?
King Wu of Huangzhou has long been a conclusion.
It’s not that there has never been a Martial King in the history of Huangzhou. When its dragon veins were not broken and the vitality of the world was strong, Huangzhou was also a place of outstanding people and talented people. It was just that after the unparalleled battle five hundred years ago, the dragon veins were broken.
The vitality of heaven and earth changed drastically, and then slowly declined.
After this great change, many major sects in the deserted continent migrated and fled to other places. Almost all the established forces, except for the Zhongnan Sword Mansion, left.
This is also the main reason why the talents in Huangzhou are withering and the sects are sparse.
When the large sects moved away, many martial arts masters left. Among them were people at the level of Martial King, as well as some warriors who were close to Martial King. They knew very well that if they continued to stay in the desert continent, it would be difficult to achieve anything in their cultivation.
To make breakthroughs and progress, only by leaving and going to other continents can you gain opportunities.
As time went by, there was no longer a King Wu in Huangzhou.
This statement has been said for hundreds of years and is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It cannot be doubted.
But what's the matter with the sudden appearance of an old guy with the strength of King Wu? If he has been in Zhongnan Jianfu and is a veteran of Jianfu, why has he watched Jianfu suffer disasters and encounter many difficulties for many years?
Sleepy and calm, with no expression?
Simply illogical.
However, now that such a big man is standing in front of him, with flesh and blood, and he even slaps Yun Mojiang away with one palm, no matter how illogical it is, there is no way to deny this fact.
Su Youlong and Chu Ge looked at each other wildly, and both could see the fear in the other's heart. The two of them stepped back involuntarily.
Not only them, but hundreds of other warriors were all frightened and slowly retreated downwards. An emotion called fear permeated the crowd and could not be suppressed.
King Wu, the king of martial arts, the king of one side.
Such a person can kill a group of Qi Dao masters with just a few movements, such as strength and the like, even more like ants, who can kill many with one kick.
"Damn it, if we had known that there was a king in Zhongnan Sword Mansion, we shouldn't have come..."
"Nonsense, I will definitely come. But not with the three major sects, but to help Jianfu kill the enemy."
"Wuwuwu, what should we do? King Wu is angry and lays down hundreds of corpses. Now we are dead..."
The warriors from many small sects who accompanied them were so angry that they cursed the three major sects to death. If it weren't for the other party's encouragement, how could our side dare to attack Zhongnan Mountain? I thought I could get a share by following the big head.
Soup, now it seems that if I can’t share the soup, I will probably choke to death.
Tiandumen was killed!
The short-lived Sands Gang!
Find a blood knife club!
I cursed endlessly in my heart.
At this time, Yun Mojiang stood up. He was shocked. Facing the old man who hit the clock, he could not help but stutter a little as he always spoke fluently: "Senior, you, you..."
I really don't know how to say it.
The old man who struck the bell glanced at him and suddenly said: "Tell me, what do you think?"
idea?
Yunmojiang was excited and seemed to have seen a glimmer of hope. He immediately said: "This time we will attack Zhongnan Mountain. It is because we were fooled by lard. It is our fault..."
The old man who struck the bell raised his hand and interrupted him: "I just want justice."
Yun Mojiang's expression was uglier than crying: "What do you mean, senior?"
The old man who struck the bell said leisurely: "First, roll down Zhongnan Mountain immediately; second, the justice that follows depends on how sincere you are."
After a pause, he added: "If you want to leave Huangzhou, I don't care."
Yun Mojiang and others quickly said: "Don't dare."
"Go away!"
Hearing this, all the warriors turned around and rushed down Zhongnan Mountain, looking at each other sadly.
"Senior Master, are you going to let them go like this?"
Zhang Xingkong said unwillingly.
The old man who struck the bell said calmly: "I have my own reasons. Now that the mountain is full of devastation, you'd better order people to clean it up first."
Zhang Xingkong was stunned: "Okay."
Immediately issue orders and order people to clean up the mess.
After this battle, there were countless casualties. The originally quiet Zhongnan Mountain was filled with blood and was extremely evil.
However, they said that Yunmojiang and others did not dare to stop until they were dozens of miles away from Zhongnan Mountain. The three major leaders came together to discuss:
Su Youlong suddenly said: "Strange, how could he let us go so easily?"
Chu Kuangge's eyes flickered: "Could it be that he, the King of Martial Arts, is just making a show of his power, or that he has some hidden illness, so he has to let us go?"
Yun Mojiang said: "If you are not willing to fail, at worst, turn around and fight back?"
The two were silent for a moment, looked at each other, and sighed.
They never dare.
Besides, it is an undisputed fact that Yun Mojiang was hit by a palm and flew more than ten feet away. He vomited blood and was injured. Who dares to go back and try his best again?
Don't forget, the old guy didn't even draw his sword.
After half the payment, Su Youlong broke the silence: "It seems that we must show enough sincerity. Brother Yun, what compensation is your Tiandu Sect going to pay?"
Yun Mojiang's eyes were blurred, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Their group, with strong men and strong horses, just happened to seize the excuse of Gao Beihe's death and went up to Zhongnan Mountain. They believed that this time they would finally get what they wanted and wipe out the Jian Mansion. Unexpectedly, King Wu suddenly appeared and turned the world upside down with his hands.
, turning the entire situation around.
After this time, I was disgraced and lost all my face, and I even lost a talented disciple named Fan Dongliu.
Thinking of his beloved disciple who was beheaded, his heart was bleeding.
However, this matter is far from over, and I don’t know how much trouble I will go through in the future. However, I am not a pig or sheep to be slaughtered by others. It seems that when the necessary moment comes, I must ask that person to take action.
When he thought of that person, Yun Mojiang's spirit was lifted, and his face regained its luster.
However, the people of Tianbao Trading Company represented by Tie Zhong were waiting at the foot of the mountain to watch the movement. They were listening to the sound of killings on the mountain, and the Jian Mansion was about to be destroyed. They were feeling sorry for the stubborn Liang Qiufeng. Who knows how long it will take, Yun
Mo Jiang and others actually retreated in panic, not daring to stay for a moment and left in panic.
It was really strange, and what was even stranger was that it looked like they were defeated.
Tie Zhong was greatly puzzled. After pondering for a moment, he decided to go up the mountain to find out. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)