The best disciples in the world to show their swordsmanship...
Thinking of this, Li Xin'an couldn't help but giggle.
It’s a pity that the master is not here. Otherwise, maybe there might be a chance to see Murong De compete with his master. The battle between the world’s number one and the world’s second is worth it. Just take a look.
One night passed slowly in Li Xin'an's endless reverie. The next day, the sun in the sky had just appeared, and a crisp crane sound woke everyone in Shennongjia.
More than 17,000 martial artists from all over the world who came to participate in martial arts reviews all held their heads and held their breath and focused their minds, staring at the roof of Tianji Tower.
There, several figures appeared faintly.
The sun shines through the clouds and sprinkles on the golden roof of Tianji Tower.
Li Xin'an saw clearly that there were ten people above, namely Pei Min absent from the world, and Sikong Lang, the owner of Tianji Building.
There were two people standing in front, a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard, with a warm smile on his face, which was Sikong Lang.
Beside Sikong Lang was a tall old man with white hair and beard, fluttering in the wind, his eyes flashed like thunder and lightning, and his simple clothes could not hide his heroic spirit.
The world's number one, the leader of the martial arts world, Murong De. The moment he appeared, more than 7,000 martial artists from the world knelt down on one knee and said respectfully:
"Meet the leader!"
Murong De said slowly, "Please get up, everyone."
The sound was obviously not loud, but it sounded like thunder in everyone's ears.
The owner of Tianji Building Sikong Lang shook his fan gently, stepped forward and smiled:
"In the Jiawu year, Shennongjia, all the heroes of the world gathered together to celebrate the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty. This is the blessing of the rivers and lakes of the world, and it is also the blessing of my Tianji Tower."
After saying politely, Sikong Lang folded his fan and announced the official start of the martial arts review.
On the roof of Tianji Tower, an old man with a short figure but strong figure as a monkey stepped forward, and his luck clenched his fists. The clouds above Shennongjia were stirred by the old man, like a big hand, with a shocking pressure, smashing down at the people below.
As the old man took action, all the boxers present shouted excitedly.
The tenth in the world, Meng Dongting, the owner of Mengjiazhuang, Shandong, took action!
After Meng Dongting, a graceful woman walked out slowly.
The woman was covered in white and wearing a veil, and couldn't see her face clearly, but based on her proud body, it is not difficult to guess how beautiful the veil was.
With the appearance of the woman, the women in the world were so excited that they could not help themselves, and even more so, they fainted. The male warriors were not much better, and their eyes were staring at the high and out of reach in the distance, without any concealing their turbid and dirty desires.
The woman slowly drew her sword. It was an exquisite and slender female sword. After she was unsheathed, a water dragon rose from each of the pools on the left and right sides of the Tianji Tower. She circled into the sky, circling in the surging clouds, appearing and disappearing from time to time.
The ninth place in the world, the owner of Xueyue Villa Lu Qingdai takes action!
Seeing this scene, Li Xin'an couldn't help but feel numb - this can be said to be a miracle. You know, Lu Qingdai has become a young female master at less than 30 years old. Li Xin'an has always looked down on her a little bit, thinking that Lu Qingdai is not worthy of her name. After all, she is the only one who ranks among the top ten in the world with her strength in the Return Yuan Realm. Li Xin'an feels that the reason why Lu Qingdai was able to get this honor was on the one hand because of her master Luo Wanbai, and on the other hand, it was the care of the upper class of the Jianghu.
The status of Xueyue Villa is too special. It is a force composed of all women and a place that all women in the world yearn for. This is destined that Xueyue Villa has a higher status than many first-class sects, and it can even be said to be second only to Murong Villa. Because of this reason, even if Lu Qingdai is not strong enough, he must have the status of the top ten in the world to block the long and wide mouths of the women in the world.
But now, Lu Qingdai's move completely subverted Li Xin'an's idea.
From now on, Li Xin'an will never underestimate anyone again.
"Lu Qingdai..." Li Xinan stared at the beautiful figure and deeply engraved her into his mind.
After Lu Qingdai, he was a familiar person Li Xinan and the others.
Xu Hanying, the leader of Tianshan Sect, the seventh in the world, drew out his knife. Without any fancy tricks, he just slashed towards the sky lightly.
But at this moment, the entire cloud was split in half, and the two water dragons were also dispersed and turned into raindrops and fell down.
"What a strong knife!" Xiao Xuangan's eyes were straightened, and sweat quietly appeared in his temples.
As a swordsman, Xiao Xuangan naturally realized how terrible Xu Hanying's sword was, which condensed all the energy and spirit of his body on the tip of the knife.
Point, then spread out. Only one knife, after one knife, either the enemy dies or I die.
This is the true meaning of the knife!
In the world, there are the most swordsmen, and Xu Hanying's cheers are naturally the most.
A long distance away, Li Xin'an could not see the expression on Xu Hanying's face, but he could notice that Xu Hanying had a lot of less sharpness when he first met. I think that the accident of Tianshan Sect and the death of his daughter Xu Baijiao still made this old man unbearable.
After Xu Hanying, an elegant middle-aged man walked out with a brush.
The man had a wine pot on his waist. He opened it, first filled himself with a sip of wine, and then raised his pen to the sky. He actually wrote the words with the sky as paper!
Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou are frosted and snowy.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, as cool as a meteor.
Kill one person in ten steps, and do not stay for a thousand miles.
After the matter, I left with my clothes and hid my name.
I was idle after Xinling drinking, take off my sword and cross my knees in front of me.
He ate Zhu Hai with roasted rice and held a cup to persuade Hou Ying.
Three cups of wine are so proud, but the five mountains are so light.
After blurred eyes and ears, the spirit is simple and bright.
Handan was shocked first when he saved Zhao Hui's golden hammer.
Two heroes of all ages are proud of Daliang City.
Even if the dead man is fragrant, he will not be ashamed of the heroes in the world.
Who can write to you? The Taixuan Sutra of Baishou?
Haoran's heroes go!
The seventh in the world, Shen Yan, the director of Qilin Academy, showed everyone the power of Confucian Haoran’s true energy by his old friend Li Bai and Li.
"Amitabha."
A heavy sigh overwhelmed the chivalrous and heroic spirit in the hearts of all the people on the field. What followed was the dazzling Buddha light in the sky.
The Buddhist monk, the host of White Horse Temple, was the sixth Master Dunan who recited the scriptures and said "Amitabha" again, folded his hands together and bowed everyone.
Everyone woke up in a daze. They had not known when they had received Buddhist baptism. No one of the more than 7,000 people could react!
Just when everyone was uproaring, Han Zhiji, the leader of Penglai Pavilion, who was the most immortal, used his internal strength and stretched his arms, and actually held the two pools and flew into the sky.
Although this move is not as gorgeous as Lu Qingdai, it is even more terrifying.
Finally, Han Zhiji calmly put down the two pools, his expression as usual, as if he had just done something insignificant, effortless.
After Han Zhiji, he was the leader of the Taoist sect, the leader of Longhu Mountain, and Zhang Zifeng.
Unlike others, although Zhang Zifeng is also in his seventies, he is reborn and has a look that is no different from a handsome boy of sixteen or seventeen years old.
Zhang Zifeng held a peach wood sword in his hand, pinching a talisman in his hand, and muttering something. Then, the weather that had just been clear and clear suddenly became gloomy, and the clouds that were scattered by Xu Hanying accumulated again, and Thunder God rolled on.
A phantom wearing golden armor appeared behind the clouds. It is not difficult to imagine that this is the Yellow Turban Powerful Man driven by the Taoist Immortal Master. This chapter has been completed!