Chapter 739 Wishful thinking in the ancient martial arts world
"Copy that!" Lu Yue and everyone responded in unison, then drew out the sabers from their waists and charged out.
Huo Xiao and Ni Xin did not hesitate at all, and followed suit.
"Kill!" The thirty or forty people on the other side said nothing more and raised their weapons to greet them.
For a moment, the scene was plunged into a fierce battle, with swords flashing and air waves flying.
"I have long heard that the King of the West is a genius that is rare to see in a thousand years. I am lucky enough to ask the King of the West to give me some advice today!"
The curly-haired old man from before looked at Ling Hao and spoke in a deep voice.
"You came here specifically to stop me from going up the mountain, and you didn't first evaluate whether you have that kind of strength?" Ling Hao glanced at the other party indifferently.
"Haha, King Xi is joking." The curly-haired old man smiled, "Of course we already know about this."
"If our information is correct, King Xi's current cultivation level should be half-step to the supreme realm, right?"
"In addition, I also know that the King of the West can leapfrog the challenge. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be able to activate the combat power of the first-level Supreme Realm."
"So, do you think that with your cultivation in the late supreme realm, you can learn from me?" Ling Hao smiled.
"Let's take action! Let me learn from Xiwang Lingshuai's clever tricks!" After the curly-haired old man finished speaking, he raised his hand and rushed towards Ling Hao.
The aura on his body rose to the extreme in an instant, and his cultivation level half-stepped into the second-level realm was fully revealed.
"If you can take this knife, I will let you live!" Ling Hao's voice sounded at the same time.
After he finished speaking, he flipped his wrist and without any tricks, activated the Blood Shadow Sword Technique and slashed out with one strike.
The blood-red sword light descended from the sky with thunderous energy and struck towards the curly-haired old man's head.
"Hmph! What a shame!"
The curly-haired old man snorted coldly, activated his ten successes, raised his hand and blasted out dozens of violent punches towards the sword light.
A strong burst of wind blew up.
However, the next moment, his expression stiffened.
The sword light tore through his fist and slashed directly from the top of his head, leaving a ravine hundreds of meters long on the ground.
"How...how is it possible..."
After the old man said two words with difficulty, a blood line extended from the other forehead to his waist, and blood arrows shot out.
Immediately afterwards, the two halves of the body collapsed to the side one after another, and their flesh and blood were blurred.
With Ling Hao's current cultivation level, if he had not deliberately suppressed him, he would have already broken through the mirror and entered the supreme realm. Killing a first-level opponent would be no different than trampling on an ant.
After casually scanning the two halves of the body on the ground, Ling Hao dodged and rushed towards the battle circle of Lu Yue and others.
The whole process ended within seven or eight minutes. The thirty or forty people on the other side, except for the old man with the goatee, were all beheaded.
"How's it going? Do you have anything else to say?" Ling Hao strolled up to the old man.
"Humph!" The old man collapsed on the ground, blood pouring out of his mouth. "So what if you can pass our test? You are destined to not be able to climb to the top of Kunlun today!"
"You have a pretty tough mouth!" Ling Hao shrugged his shoulders, looked at Xuan Pang and said, "Xuan Pang, I leave it to you, let him explain clearly which countries these people come from."
"Okay!" Xuan Pang nodded in response and walked towards the old man. At the same time, he flipped his wrist and three silver needles appeared in his hand.
After a while, the old man's hysterical screams were heard.
"Brother, here's the question!" After about three minutes, Xuan Pang walked up to Ling Hao.
"Coming from five different countries, just as you guessed, big brother, those people with the Eastern faces are from Dongyuan Kingdom and Dongfeng Kingdom."
"A few Westerners are from the West Dian Kingdom and the West Man Kingdom, and there are also two people from the Black Wind Kingdom!"
"Yeah!" Ling Hao nodded slightly.
"These surrounding countries really have nothing to fear!" Qinglong said in a deep voice, "When the national destiny comes, we must let them feel what despair means!"
"Let's go up the mountain!" Ling Hao continued and led everyone towards the trailhead.
Along the way, Huo Xiao described in detail a series of procedures for undertaking the National Games to Ling Hao and others, and everyone had a preliminary understanding.
"Brother, someone is here again!" After the group left for a while, Lu Yue walked quickly to Ling Hao and said.
"Well!" Ling Hao narrowed his eyes slightly and waved his hands to everyone, "Take a break where you are!"
Phew! Phew! Phew!
As his words fell, five figures appeared three to four hundred meters away from the crowd.
They are all dressed in Taoist robes, and everyone wears a mask on their face, so their true faces cannot be seen.
It can be seen from the auras of several people that they are all at the Supreme Realm. The strongest one among them has the strength to step into the third level of Supreme with half a foot.
"King Xi, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" The leader, an old man in black robe, looked at Ling Hao and said.
"A native of Daxia?"
"You'd better keep your mouth shut, otherwise I'll make you speechless forever!" An old man in gray robe on the other side glanced at Xuan Pang and said angrily.
"You can do it, why are you afraid of what others will say?" Qinglong responded coldly, "A bunch of country bugs actually sent people to Kunlun Mountain!"
"I'm really ashamed of you. You don't deserve to be descendants of Yan and Huang at all!"
"King Xi, we are here to make a deal with you!" The old man in black robe on the other side glanced at Qinglong coldly and then continued to look at Ling Hao and said, "Deal?" Ling Hao said lightly, "Let's talk about it!"
"The King of the West should know very well that to undertake the national destiny, not only great luck is needed, but also martial arts cultivation that can withstand the national destiny." The old man in black robe looked at Ling Hao and said.
"The King of the West is now half-step to the supreme strength. Although he is barely passable, he is still a little weak if he wants to inherit the country's destiny with this!"
"What is this deal you call?" Ling Hao looked at the other party intently.
"We can let King Xi climb the mountain, and even give him ten thousand-year-old spiritual fruits as a gift." The old man continued to respond.
"I believe that with King Yixi's martial arts talent and taking a few thousand-year-old spirit fruits, he will definitely be able to break through to the supreme realm in a short period of time!"
"Only after you have truly entered the Supreme Realm and when the fate of the country comes, will you be able to persevere until the end!"
"Otherwise, if you take on the destiny of the country with half-step of supreme cultivation, you may not even be able to withstand the first wave of impact!"
"How can you bunch of morons be so kind-hearted?" Zhuihun sneered, "What are the conditions?"
"If my guess is correct, you should be here for the characters in the Five Elements Passage, right?" Ling Hao narrowed his eyes slightly and asked the other party.
Since the other party didn't come to stop him from going up the mountain, he obviously had other intentions.
The role of the successor to the national destiny has become an ironclad fact and cannot be changed. The only way to have some ideas is the opportunity to open the Five Elements Channel.
When national destiny comes, if everything goes well, the most direct beneficiary will be the inheritor, followed by the opener of the Five Elements Channel.
The ancient martial arts community obviously still wants to make a final push!