However, if you want to have such effectiveness, you will need more than twenty years of skill at least.
Such a person is either a master who is famous in the world, or he is so powerful that any news will spread in the world. Is there someone here?"
"Brother Zhou, I don't think we need to guess anymore. We'll know when we go in and take a look."
"Okay, but we'd better be careful." Zhou Fang said in a deep voice. After seeing this plum tree, Zhou Fang couldn't help but feel a little heavier. There will be no good meeting and no good feast.
Li Luo and Zhou Fang had just passed the seventh level when suddenly there was an unusual sound in the air. Zhou Fang's eyes narrowed and he shouted in a low voice: "Someone is fighting!"
Li Luo made a distinction and said softly: "The sound of Mr. He's spear piercing the air."
Zhou Fang raised his eyebrows and said in a concentrated voice: "The Qi is so strong that it is like a sea of sand surging. This is the Quicksand Heart Sutra."
The two of them looked at each other and turned around the plum forest that was more than ten feet tall. The sound of energy clashing was clearly audible, mixed with the whispers of people. Sure enough, there were people fighting to the death in front of the eighth gate.
Zhou Fang and Li Luo didn't hesitate anymore and walked over, but not too fast, so as not to be regarded as hostile by the martial arts masters who didn't know who they were before closing the door and cause unnecessary trouble.
Walking through the plum blossom forest, everything was empty in front of me. Hundreds of plum trees were scattered and broken, which greatly ruined the scenery. The crowd before closing was divided into three parts, one more and two less.
There are about twenty or thirty people here, surrounding the gate of the eighth level. There are men and women, old and young, and experts gather here.
Apart from the middle-aged man who was fighting He Yuegou, there were two people in the largest group that attracted the most attention.
One of them was a man over fifty years old, with a cold face, wearing a high crown and gray robes. His eyes were shining brightly, and he looked indifferently at the two people fighting before closing the door.
The other is a scholar in green shirt, carrying a long sword on his back. The sword tassel is three feet long, almost as long as the sword body.
Staring at He Yue Gou expressionlessly.
There were several people watching the battle a little further away, including a man named Xiang who was familiar with Zhou Fang.
There were less than ten of them, and their expressions were unpredictable, ranging from surprise to worry, making it difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.
Gongsun Wanqing, whom I met last night, was also among them, looking at the door with a solemn expression.
The side before the door closed had the smallest number of people. In addition to He Yuegou who was fighting the middle-aged man, there were also He Shanxue and He Yi and his son. However, the current situation was not good.
He Shanxue was already injured. He was leaning against a broken plum tree and gasping for breath. His body was stained with blood. The long sword at his waist had been unsheathed and stuck diagonally on the ground. There were also blood stains on the sword. It was unknown whose blood it was stained with.
And He Yi was even more miserable. His left arm was broken, his face was as white as plum blossoms without a trace of blood, and his face was distorted from time to time, looking very ferocious.
He Yuegou in the field was not having a good time either. He was injured and bleeding in many places, and his clothes were almost soaked in blood. However, his fighting spirit remained undiminished. He ran freely with the spear in his hand. After seemingly being injured, the murderous intention in his heart was further aroused, and he attacked the enemy.
Crucial.
However, the middle-aged man he was facing was also an extremely skilled man. With just a pair of fleshy palms, he was able to withstand He Yue Gou's spear. His palms roared with energy, covering the entire three feet of his body with energy, and the shadow of the spear was overwhelming.
, but it was difficult to get close for a while.
Li Luo and Zhou Fang glanced around and saw several corpses lying in different places on the ground.
There is another person lying at the feet of the tall-crowned man. He is none other than He Wan Tang. Half of his body is stained with blood, and he does not know whether he is alive or dead.
When everyone in front of the pass saw Li Luo and Li Luo walking in, they all looked wary. He Shanxue's eyes lit up and she shouted: "Brother Zhou, Mr. Zhuge."
The man with the high crown looked cold, and someone beside him hurriedly whispered a few words into the man's ear. The man with the high crown changed his expression slightly, and glanced at Zhou Fang and Li Luo like cold lightning, and said calmly: "It turns out that he is the hero of Banfenlou.
, Mr. He Shuo, this is a family matter of the He family, please don't interfere."
Zhou Fang and Li Luo looked at each other in confusion. They didn't know what kind of family matter would lead to a war, and they couldn't agree for a while.
Zhou Fang cupped his fists and saluted, responded vaguely, raised his hand to the man named Zhou and called, "Brother Zhou, come this way."
The two of them didn't know why, so they had no choice but to stand on the side watching the battle.
Seeing this, the man with the tall crown relaxed slightly, nodded and said no more.
Seeing that Zhou Fang and Li Luo seemed to have no intention of intervening, He Shanxue looked gloomy, as if his last glimmer of hope had been extinguished.
"Brother Xiang, what's going on?" Zhou Fang asked in a low voice.
The man surnamed Xiang gave a wry smile and said, "I don't know either, I just ended up here in a daze, hey."
Zhou Fang looked at the man surnamed Xiang in shock. Someone had already died on the spot. How could the whole thing not be clear yet?
He signaled to the man with the high crown and lowered his voice and said: "This person claims to be from the He family. After Brother Zhou and Master Zhuge broke through yesterday, a few hours later he suddenly led a group of masters into Wanmei Garden.
Without saying a word, he captured Senior Qi Dian and then entered the inner room of Wanmei Garden.
When I didn't know what was going on, I saw that no one was guarding the gate, so I followed in out of curiosity. Little did I know that someone was already inside.
But this person didn’t chase me away, he just said that he had some family matters to settle, and he would give generous gifts if things happened here. I don’t know if it was true or not. By the way, Miss Gongsun came in early, so she might know something."
Gongsun Wanqing glared at the man surnamed Xiang accusingly, but now they seemed to be in the same boat, and might even join forces, so she replied angrily: "I don't know much. After breaking through last night, I got to the third place all the way."
Before the fifth checkpoint, I was about to break through the checkpoint, but unexpectedly these people came. They said nothing, and the people guarding the checkpoint turned a blind eye and let them go in.
When I was about to break through the barrier again, the person guarding the barrier was very different from the previous ones. Instead, he let me in and said the same words as he heard. As long as I don't interfere in the He family's affairs, I will have the opportunity to give him something.
Along the way, we only encountered something in front of the seventh level. The people guarding the level seemed to have a dispute with them, but they were all captured and killed by them." After saying this, Gongsun Wanqing glanced at the negative sword with a slightly shocked expression.
The man seems to still have some lingering fears.
Zhou Fang and Li Luo looked at each other and guessed that the petals they saw before the seventh level were made by this person. This made Gongsun Wanqing look shocked. This sword move must have been shocking.
The man carrying the sword seemed to be aware of Li Luo and Zhou Fang's eyes, turned his head and glanced over, snorted coldly, frowned slightly, and stopped looking at the two people.
Gongsun Wanqing whispered: "Be careful with his sword, it's very fast."
Li Luo seemed to be aware of it. For some reason, this man with a sword seemed to have a similar aura to Leng Bing, and even his expression was somewhat similar. However, compared to Leng Bing's Leng Ao, this man with a sword was still a little inferior.