Chapter 137 Yao Lao asked you not to call yourself a descendant of the Martial Palace
"Continuing the path of martial arts? Today, I want there to be no more martial arts in this world!"
On the Lunjian Peak, Elder Wu was beaten by Yao Lao until he vomited blood and became extremely angry. At this time, he smiled ferociously and shouted coldly.
"Elder Wu, no!" Bai Yumo said with a change of expression: "Back then, the old building owner told me to treat Yao Lao kindly and protect him throughout his life. How could we take action against Yao Lao?"
He couldn't bear it. Although he chose Ye Chenxue, he didn't want to kill Mo Que and Yao Laotong.
Before Elder Wu could speak, a voice came from among the building owners first: "Building owner, please don't be soft-hearted. Mo Que has already committed a serious crime by killing his fellow sect members before, and now he has betrayed his sect, bullied his master and destroyed his ancestors, and humiliated our sword building.
, must be killed on the spot today!”
"Yes, since Yao Lao insists on protecting each other, no wonder our Jianlou is ruthless!"
Many posters echoed this, making Bai and Mo's faces turn pale.
Little did he know that these landlords who had hurt Yao Lao before were so desperate to get rid of them out of fear of Yao Lao and fear of Mo Que growing up.
"You..." He was angry. He didn't expect that one day, the owners of the sword tower would disobey his orders.
"No need to say more, just kill them!" Seeing that Bai and Mo could no longer affect the overall situation, Elder Wu shouted coldly and ordered the thirty-six posters to take action.
"Boom!"
Thirty-six spiritual swords formed into a sword formation, controlled by a poster-level figure, are no small feat.
The sky and the earth here have lost color, the sky and the earth are dim, and only the sword energy is left in the sky.
"kill!"
Following a cold shout, thirty-six flying swords with shocking sword energy came towards Yao Lao and Mo Que.
In response to this, Yao Lao had no expression on his face. He protected Mo Que behind him, stepped forward, and his powerful martial arts exploded.
At this moment, Yao Lao's body was glowing with golden light, as if a god had come to the world, and he was sacred and awe-inspiring. His skin turned red, and the internal martial arts were operating to the extreme, making the physical body more powerful than ever before.
"Boom!"
Under the sword energy that filled the sky, Yao Lao had a martial body that was incomparably powerful. With his hands moving in unison, the spiritual swords jingled and jingled as he shook them away.
The already dilapidated Lunjian Peak could no longer withstand such a battle at this moment. It shook violently, countless boulders rolled down, and began to collapse.
Those sword-testing monuments filled with swords fell down from the peak one after another.
Nangong Youran, Lou Yuchen and other powerful monsters who had already been listed on the list also retreated away in an instant, not daring to get close.
"Oh my god, is Lunjian Peak going to be destroyed?"
The disciples of each building were dumbfounded when they saw it from a distance. The masters of the thirty-sixth floor jointly took action. Is this a major event that only happens once in many years?
In the sword tower, Lunjianfeng, which had existed for countless years, was beaten to pieces today.
Clang clang clang!
The flying swords in the air kept slashing down, and the thirty-six Tiangang Sword Formation coincided with the movement of heaven and earth, and the thirty-six building owners jointly took action, which can be said to destroy the heaven and the earth.
However, Yao Lao's martial arts is also so powerful that he can face the master of the thirty-sixth floor alone. Ordinary people would have been shattered to pieces, but Yao Lao is still standing today.
"Damn it!" Mo Que saw Yao Lao in a tough fight. Although he knew that his strength was far inferior to Yao Lao's, he still wanted to step forward to help.
But he was injured so badly that he didn't feel anything until the battle was over. As soon as he stopped fighting, he felt severe pain all over his body, and it was difficult to even move a finger.
"puff!"
Finally, after Yao Lao persisted for a while, he was still seriously injured, with blood coming from his mouth, his body was shaking, and he was unsteady on his feet.
Even though his martial body is powerful, it is still difficult to fight against the sword formation guarding the sword tower.
"It seems that I am getting old after all!" There was blood at the corner of his mouth, and Yao Lao's face showed a trace of sadness.
If he were fifty years younger, what if he could fight the Lord of the Thirty-sixth Floor alone?
But now, as he ages, his energy and blood are exhausted, and the warrior's body is no longer as good as before.
"Yao Lao!" Mo Que's eyes were about to burst as he gritted his teeth and said, "You have done enough for me. All they want is my life. At worst, I will leave my life here. If you don't resist anymore, trust them."
It won’t be difficult!”
Yao Lao treated him like this, and when he saw Yao Lao being besieged by the Lord of the Thirty-sixth Floor, he felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart and was filled with hatred.
Yao Lao, who was usually extremely cold, reached out and touched Mo Que's head and said, "Although I am getting old, I still have you in martial arts!"
These few words sounded so heavy in Mo Que's ears.
Yao Lao gave up everything just to let him continue his martial arts career.
"Gu Lan, it's you who are so stubborn that you actually chose to be the enemy of my sword tower for such a useless person!"
Elder Wu stood in the distance and said in a cold voice: "The reason why the Martial Palace was destroyed that day was because warriors like you didn't know how to adapt, and you would rather die than retreat. You fought until the Martial Palace was destroyed. You are extremely stupid!"
Mo Que's eyes turned red when he heard this, and he wanted to rush forward and fight Elder Wu desperately, but his body refused to obey him. He only took one step and fell to the ground.
"He's right." Yao Lao didn't see that he was angry. He helped Mo Que up and said, "I, the martial arts people, would indeed rather die than retreat. In the past, all the fellow disciples of the Martial Hall were killed in the battle to protect the Martial Hall. Only
I have survived till now.”
Yao Lao looked calm, stretched out his hand to wipe the dust and blood from Mo Que's face, smiled slightly, and said: "On that day, I should have died in the Martial Palace!"
Mo Que heard the will to die in Yao Lao's words and felt uneasy, saying, "Yao Lao, what are you going to do?"
Yao Lao shook his head and said with a smile: "Since I taught you martial arts, I have never asked you to give me anything in return. Today, I want you to promise me something!"
Mo Que became increasingly uneasy and nodded quickly, saying, "Don't worry, Mr. Yao, I will definitely continue the path forward for martial arts!"
"That's not what I want to say." Yao Lao shook his head and said, "I want you to promise me that from now on, you will not tell anyone that you are my disciple, let alone call yourself a martial artist outside.
The heir of the palace."
"Why?" Mo Que was shocked and said anxiously: "My martial arts was taught by Yao Lao. Since Yao Lao is a member of the Martial Palace, I am your descendant. Naturally, I am a descendant of the Martial Palace. If I don't recognize this identity
, how different from an animal? Even I look down on myself!"
Yao Lao's attitude was extremely resolute, his expression turned cold, and he said: "Although I teach you martial arts, I have never accepted you as a disciple. Although this is something I want you to promise me, in fact, you have never been qualified.
He claims to be my disciple, let alone a descendant of the Martial Palace!"
Mo Que stayed where he was. He had always thought that Yao Lao taught him martial arts because he wanted to find a successor for the martial arts palace and a disciple for himself.
But now, Yao Lao did not allow him to call himself a descendant of the Martial Palace, and Yao Lao never said that he would accept him as his disciple. It seemed that he had already decided on this matter from the beginning.
Mo Que couldn't figure it out.
"Anyway, you must remember what I said today!" After finishing speaking, Yaolao stood up and turned to the master of the thirty-sixth floor again.
"Gu Lan, I have said my last words, it's time to hit the road!"
Elder Wu's face was full of anger and he smiled cruelly: "Don't worry, it doesn't matter whether Mo Que answers or not, because after today, martial arts will be completely cut off and there will be no descendants!"
Yao Lao stopped looking at Mo Que, turned to Elder Wu, and said calmly: "On the day the Martial Palace was destroyed, I should have died there in battle. I have survived until now, so it's time to go find those brothers!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of dazzling light burst out from Yao Lao's body, and the surging energy and blood in his body caused the air to vibrate and the earth to crack.