These thunders and lightnings are so strange and possess the power of heaven that the world cannot fathom.
The man had been poured with molten iron, completely sealing every part of his body. When the electric light disappeared, the molten iron solidified again, appearing cold and hard.
The iron man stood under the plum tree, with countless plum blossoms blowing in, mixed with the flying snow, making him look extremely lonely and desolate!
Completely lost my life!
Not a single sign of life could be felt.
"Could it be that the supreme master of the evil sect secretly killed this commander of the Shenwu Army?" Such a thought appeared in the minds of many people.
"The people of the evil sect are too despicable. They are afraid of Master Qianfu's divine power and actually use this method to harm him!"
"Is this the so-called evil sect's method? Soldiers versus soldiers, generals against generals. The younger generation is competing. Who have the qualifications of the older generation to intervene?"
…
Many people present expressed their dissatisfaction with this great figure in the Shenwu Army who was born out of nowhere. Of course, there were also some people who felt sorry for him and lamented that a peerless man was killed in his cradle just after he had just shined.
Even Nalan Snow Burial withdrew his six swords, glanced at the sky with cold eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Who is meddling in other people's business?"
The thunder and lightning that just appeared was so strange that even he felt that someone from the older generation was secretly taking action.
In the void, a ripple washed away, and an old man wearing a black robe came out of the air. His appearance was illusory, and his voice was ethereal: "The younger generation will fight, and the older generation will never take action! Life and death are determined by fate, and if you are not strong, you will
withered!"
The old man's words were very firm and could not be doubted by anyone. After saying these words, he disappeared into the void again.
In Qianhua Ancient City, there are indeed senior monks from the Evil Sect!
"Who believes it? If your evil sect doesn't play by the rules, you will be punished by the entire world of immortality." Wang Meng roared, feeling quite angry.
Everyone else also looked angry, and their emotions were running high. The younger generation was fighting for supremacy, and the older monks were not allowed to interfere. Once they interfered, it would mean the outbreak of a full-scale war between the two forces.
"I believe it!" a voice sounded.
Deep in the plum forest, there is a stone platform, where two men wearing white Confucian clothes are playing chess. The man sitting on the left was the one who spoke just now.
They had been playing chess there from beginning to end, but no one discovered their existence until now. Before that, no one had ever noticed that there were two people in the depths of Merlin.
The man sitting on the left wears a feather scarf on his head and has a bronze pen inserted in his bun to stabilize his hair. He is thinking about the chess piece in one hand and a roll of bamboo slips in the other. He is doing two things at once.
If other people do this, it will definitely make people very dissatisfied. Since you are playing chess, you should go all out.
Playing chess and reading at the same time is an insult to chess players.
But the man sitting opposite him was not angry at all. He even wished that he could read more books in his hands, and it would be best if he had a beautiful woman in his arms.
As long as you can distract him and make him lose a game, you can do anything, but he has never lost.
"That is the number one genius of the Wanxiang Pagoda, Scholar Tianshu. Sitting opposite him is..." A disciple of Wanxiang Pagoda looked at it from a distance and was so excited that he recognized the Scholar Tianshu.
Bi Ningshuai was sitting on a huge plum tree in the northwest corner of Qianmei Manor. He was wearing a straw hat and looked over from a distance. Through the layers of plum trees, he saw the two people playing chess.
Man in white.
"It's him!"
Bi Ningshuai's heart skipped a beat, his foot slipped, and he rolled down the tree, "Nah... Oops..."
These two men in white have been here for a long time, but it was only now that people noticed that their cultivation was simply unfathomable.
"snort!"
A cold snort came from the clouds, like thunder shaking the sky, "There are such people in the Vientiane Tower. Let me see how much you have!"
"Boom!"
A pitch-black sky knife broke through the clouds, tens of meters long, with a broad blade and a sharp blade.
When the knife fell, the air trembled, as if a mountain was about to be split in half.
Dozens of monks with lower cultivation levels could not withstand the power of the sword, and the skin on their bodies was cut open, and their bodies were directly pressed to the ground.
This power is no longer an ordinary power, and monks who are not in the realm of destiny cannot display it.
"Bang!"
The man in Confucian clothes sitting opposite the Tianshu scholar was still holding the chess pieces attentively, thinking about how to place the pieces, and his brows were slightly wrinkled.
He stretched out two slender fingers and directly clamped a small blade of the Heavenly Sword.
This was a tens of meters of heavenly sword condensed with spiritual energy. I don't know how much power it contained, but it was easily clamped by him, as if there was no use at all, and it looked very relaxed.
This scene shocked everyone's jaws, and a gasp of air came from the void.
How can this be……
"boom!"
With a flick of his finger, the sky knife shattered, and the fragments flew back like rain. Blood splashed in the void, screams were heard, and three figures in black robes fell from the sky.
"Your Majesty, the Fourth Highness, it's better to stay calm. There will be a battle between the Wanxiang Tower and the Evil Sect, but that will have to wait until the shore of the Holy Lake, but not today." The man in white Confucian clothes landed on the chess table.
, a red plum blossom petal fell on that space.
The one who took action just now was actually His Highness from the Fourth Hall of Senluo Hall, but the man in white broke his sword with a snap of his fingers. The broken sword flew back and killed three senior monks of the evil sect. They fell into the clouds and turned into a pulp.
A student from the Vientiane Pagoda was so happy that he jumped up and shouted: "I finally know who he is. He is the one ranked first in the "Hundred Pagodas List"."
"Snow Mountain Lone Swallow, Swallow Feather." Someone heard this name immediately.
"By the way, there is no mistake. The only one who can play chess with Tiansuan Scholar is Yan Ziyu. The two of them are the top two of the younger generation of Wanxiang Tower in both literature and martial arts."
"The calculations are based on human calculations, and the solitary swallow in the snow mountain is Yan Ziyu!"
…
The students of Wanxiang Pagoda were very excited. With these two people here, the evil sect should not be arrogant.
Although Shi Yelai is a genius at the epic level, he has just broken through the first level of destiny and cannot compete with the top geniuses of the younger generation of Vientiane Tower.
Yan Ziyu is a figure of the same generation as the eight great epic-level geniuses. He has been famous for more than ten years. He once fought against the eight-level epic-level genius Beiming Potian for eighty moves without falling.
"Isn't Yan Ziyu in seclusion on the eighth floor of Wuliang Tower? He once swore that he would not leave seclusion until he broke into the ninth floor of Wuliang Pagoda. Now that he has come out of seclusion, does it mean that he..."
The scholar of Tianshuang smiled slightly and confirmed the man's guess, saying: "Yan Ziyu has broken into the ninth floor of the Infinite Tower, obtained an ancient inheritance, and entered the ranks of epic geniuses. These are already three
That happened a month ago!”
"boom!"
For a moment, the entire Qianmei Manor exploded. This news was so shocking that the entire world of immortality would be shaken, let alone them.
The birth of an epic genius is of great significance.
"The reason why I'm late is because Brother Yan went to meet an old friend and had a great battle. This battle lasted for five days and four nights, but it was an invincible outcome." Scholar Tiansuan said.
What kind of person is Yan Ziyu, not to mention that he has now entered the ranks of epic-level geniuses. To be able to fight with him for five days and four nights, he must be one of the eight veteran epic-level figures.
Many people know about the grudge between Yan Ziyu and Beiming Potian. It seems that the one who fought against Yan Ziyu was Beiming Potian.
If the news of the birth of the evil sect had not come from Sansheng County, I am afraid that the battle between Yan Ziyu and Beiming Potian would have continued until the winner was decided.
Several of the Highnesses of the Evil Sect were moved by this. It is absolutely impossible for the scholar Tiansuan to lie. It seems that the most powerful enemy of the Evil Sect has appeared.
"Today I am here to compose the "Epic Genius Book". I want to record the eleventh epic-level genius and the twelfth epic-level genius." The scholar of Tiansuan said slowly.
Everyone was in an uproar!
The celestial phenomenon of "dragons eating the sky, Taiwei guarding the heart" has been appearing for several months, and the time for the world to be in chaos is getting closer and closer. Epic-level geniuses have been born one after another, the number far exceeds that of any other era.
But including the new generation "Shi Yelai" and the "Little Evil Demon" of the Feng family, there are only ten people in total. Yan Ziyu is naturally the eleventh, so who is the twelfth?
When an epic-level genius is born, he will definitely be famous all over the world. Could it be that he is a peerless genius who has only appeared recently?
But recently I have never heard of an epic genius being born again.
The scholar Tiansuan's mouth curved slightly, and he pointed his finger at the iron man under the plum tree. At the moment he pointed it out, a soft sound came from the iron man's body.
"Crack!" is a shattering sound.
A crack appeared on Iron Man's body, and a white brilliance shot out from the crack. The light was so dazzling, like the starlight in the dark night.
"Pah, pah, pah..." There was another series of sounds.
There are more and more cracks on Iron Man's body, and countless rays of light burst out from the cracks, just like a piece of jade being cut out of a stubborn stone. That kind of light makes people extremely happy.
"Feng Daniu did not die. He was actually reborn in the place of death, and the vitality in his body was rising like the rising sun."
"Is he the twelfth epic genius?"
"Oh my God! It's incredible!"
This time, they were even more excited than when they heard that Yan Ziyu had become an epic-level genius, because they witnessed the birth of an epic-level genius.
Yan Ziyu raised another chess piece and smiled at the scholar Tiansuan: "Today's battle has just begun. I wonder if the new generation of evil sect's heaven-defying heroes can stop it?"
One child fell!
"Haha! Feng...Daniu is not a good person! I am more worried about the ten most beauties of the Evil Palace from the Evil Sect!" Tiansuan smiled heartily.
Under the plum tree, they sat playing chess against each other, laughing endlessly.