Infinite Heroes Seat

In the Misty Peak Lingjiu Palace, in the main hall, Dugu asked for defeat, staring at the young man sitting on the throne and slowly asked.

"Are you the master of Lingjiu Palace, Xiaoyao Xiezun?"

The boy was only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was handsome, slender, and dressed in a white robe. He looked like a rich man more than a martial arts master. If it weren't for both sides of the throne, everyone, including the three great masters, respectfully. Standing on both sides, Dugu Qiuqiu could hardly believe that this young man was the Xiaoyao Xie Zun who had frightened the entire martial arts for nearly a hundred years.

But when he thinks of the three great masters who are not old, he is a little surprised, and he is probably another old monster who is not old.

Listening to Dugu's questioning about defeat, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, and Dugu's request for defeat felt that the entire hall was lit up, and there seemed to be two white lights flashing in his eyes.

"Are you ready for a defeat?" Mo Wen stared at the old man with white hair and beard and his whole body like a sharp and unmatched sword, faintly asked.

"good!"

Dugu asked for defeat but did not answer, instead he held the wooden sword behind him.

"Your inner strength is enough to let me out of the sword!"

There was a long silence, and then the two looked at each other and smiled. Their pride prevented them from admitting that they might lose.

"Come with me! I can't do it here!"

Mo Wen stood up, pointed his toes, and his whole body drifted out of the hall like a gust of wind.

Looking at the pace of the fireworks, Dugu Qiubai's mouth couldn't help showing a smile. This kind of pace had also been seen by others in Xiaoyao faction. But it was the first time that he could use it to such an extent.

Then he didn't slacken his efforts and chased him out with light effort. Holding the wooden sword in his hand, his heart started to boil.

——Finally appeared, an opponent who can give me a fight, an opponent who can give me a taste of defeat.

The two of them shuttled through the forest one after another, straight up the mountain road, and in a short time they arrived at the top of the misty peak.

Looking at the misty mountain top, Mo Wen stopped. Suddenly turned around and smiled softly: "How is it? This is a good place to bury the bones!"

Dugu's begging for defeat also smiled, looking at the sea of ​​clouds outside the sky. Said: "It's not bad, very suitable for your identity as the master of the Xiaoyao faction!"

Mo Wen shook his head, then said in a serious tone: "Before the war, I have a condition. Can you listen to it?"

Dugu frowned. "speak!"

"I have won this battle. I want your Dugu Nine Swords!"

Opening his mouth disdainfully, Dugu looked for defeat for a moment, and looked at Mo Wen with contempt.

"It's another guy who covets advanced martial arts. Don't you know that only the martial arts that really suits you are the strongest?"

Don't smell it with a smile.

"Yes, only the martial arts that really suits me is the strongest, so I have to create a set of kung fu above all martial arts, and your lonely swordsmanship is qualified as a stepping stone to my martial arts!"

"Haha! Interesting! This is the first time someone told me that the old man's swordsmanship is suitable as a stepping stone!"

Dugu's face sullen for defeat. The wooden sword in his hand pointed at Mo Wen.

"If you want Dugu Nine Swords, you can get it yourself!"

The top of the misty peak. Clouds filled, Mo Wen and Dugu Qiuqiu silently stared at each other, as if time had been frozen at this moment.

The next moment the two shot at the same time.

"Six-Medim Excalibur!"

"Breaking style!"

......

Incomparable blazing, invincible sword energy, antelope hanging horns, ethereal long sword.

The sound of dragons and swords roared one after another, and the sea of ​​clouds outside the peak seemed to be surging because of this.

The figures are staggered, fists and swords intersect.

Vertical and horizontal ups and downs, connected with moves.

The war lasted for a day and night, and the sunset on the misty peak, the sun rose again.

Listening to the roar of the top of the mountain, even the female lieutenant general Mo Wen Jingruo's Azi showed a few worries in his eyes.

At noon, there was only a loud bang, as if someone had fallen from the top of the peak, and all the sounds came to an abrupt end.

A figure slowly walked out of the clouds and mist that gradually dissipated.

Seeing the young man in white with blood covered in blood and a wooden sword stuck in his right chest, the group of women shouted in exclamation and surrounded them.

In the crowd, looking back at Miao Mifeng, Mo Wen just sighed.

"This time I lost a lot. Not only did I not get the swordsmanship, but I also got hurt."

"Dugu wants to defeat this old guy, he really has some skill!"

"Old immortal bastard!"

"It's a pity—"

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Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and decades have passed in a blink of an eye. The new generation of martial arts masters have already shown their prominence in the arena, and the older generations have gradually faded away. The ethereal land has begun to be forgotten by people.

In the sixth year of Qingyuan, a Jiuyin Scripture was published, which was called a treasure in martial arts. It was a bloodbath on the rivers and lakes. The five masters of the world gathered on the top of Huashan, conquering the scriptures by swords, and vying for the world's number one title.

I saw five figures one after another on the top of Huashan, Taoist priests, beggars, Western Regions, scribes, and imperial women. Sometimes they fought against each other, and sometimes they attacked another person together, but they were inextricably killed. Fighting in the wind and snow for seven days and nights.

Then I saw the middle-aged Taoist priest among them suddenly roared. Under the fierce struggle, his internal strength was not exhausted. Several palms were shot in succession. Except for the imperial woman, the others were defeated and fell to the ground one by one. , The palace woman was also shocked and took a few steps back.

I looked around at the few people sitting on the ground, and then I saw that Taoist priest said to the woman: "Mrs. Su, now only you and me are left. Please ask Madam to take action."

Mrs. Na Su shook her head, and said: "I'm a woman, how can she be the opponent of True Man Wang, Jiu Yin Zhenjing is a man."

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The Taoist frowned. When he first fought, he felt that this woman still had more energy. Although it is estimated that she is not his opponent, but it is not known who will die, but after all, the opponent is a woman and child, and she belongs to the sect. It was also mysterious and abnormal. People shouldn't, and they couldn't force their hands. Therefore, even though they were puzzled, they still arched their hands and walked down the mountain with the Nine Yin Scriptures.

It's just that he didn't see the pity in the woman's eyes.

"Wang Chongyang, the lord has already left the pass, no one except him wants to take the Jiuyin Scriptures away, just ask for more blessings!"

Then he bowed his head and sighed, no longer speaking.

But she didn't realize that this subtle movement was actually seen by the scribe next to her. Looking at her, the man lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Since then, the Huashan Lunjian has come to an end, and people respectfully call these five masters ‘Eastern evil, Western poison, Nansu, Beibei, Chinese magical powers.” Among them, ‘Zhongshen power’ is number one in martial arts in the world. (To be continued...)

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