Sword of Coming

Chen Ping'an hung a wooden plaque made of laurel trees on his waist. On the front was a strange saying, "Born in the bright moon, the order of the world is opened." On the reverse, it was "Fan's Guike". Gui Ke is not a distinguished guest, which is quite good. It's strange, and this osmanthus tree plaque that Fan Er personally gave to Chen Pingan also secretly engraved the small characters "Friends of Fan Er". This must be the handiwork of Fan Er, a guy who can secretly hide two kilograms of soil under the bed. , can do such a thing.

Soon someone showed up to greet Chen Pingan, and came slowly. There was no hint of enchantment in her walk. She was a middle-aged woman. Although she was not a middle-aged woman, she had a good temperament, elegant and calm, and Based on Chen Ping's appearance, she should be a Qi practitioner in the middle five realms. She claimed to be one of the nominal stewards of Osmanthus Island, and joked that taking advantage of her age, Mr. Chen could call her Aunt Gui, the Gui of Osmanthus. Chen Pingan called Aunt Gui and said that there would be a lot of trouble on this trip to Daoxuan Mountain.

The woman smiled and shook her head, "For us businessmen, we never think it is any trouble when distinguished guests come to our door."

She pointed to the wooden sign on Chen Ping'an's waist and explained: "With the Guike sign that can only be given by the head of our family, Mr. Chen will get a 30% discount on anything he purchases on Guihua Island."

Then the woman couldn't help laughing, and her smile became a little more intimate, "Young Master Fan sent a message to me, my aunt, so Mr. Chen can make another exception and get a 40% discount on everything."

Although Chen Pingan nodded, he silently made up his mind not to buy anything on this cross-continental trip unless it was something he fell in love with at first sight. After all, if others regard you as a friend, you must also treat others as a friend. Therefore, doing business between real friends is really not what Chen Pingan is good at, because it is difficult to determine the right level.

The woman Aunt Gui led Chen Ping'an to a tall mansion called Gui Palace. Along the way, she introduced the local customs and customs of Osmanthus Island to the young man. She specifically mentioned the osmanthus cake and osmanthus wine, saying that she must try more. Chen Ping'an's unique There is one in the small courtyard, so you're welcome, just ask for it from the sweet-scented osmanthus girl who is the maid in the small courtyard.

Chen Pingan did not refuse, patted the sword-raising gourd on his waist, and said with a smile: "I like drinking."

The woman glanced at the "vermilion wine gourd" and smiled, "That's good."

There are thousands of osmanthus trees on Osmanthus Island. The towering ancient ancestral tree on the top of the mountain is older than the old Dragon City. It was planted by a certain farmer immortal from the Middle Earth Divine Continent. Osmanthus Island can become a cross-continental ship. The ferry has been intact for thousands of years. Even with the spread of the roots of the osmanthus tree on the mountain, and the Fan family's unique method of adding soil, the Osmanthus Island will continue to grow slowly, all thanks to the ancestral osmanthus tree, and the Fan family sells The reason for the sky-high price of sweet-scented osmanthus wine is that the sweet-scented osmanthus brewed with sweet-scented osmanthus comes from the thousand-year-old Lao Gui. The wealthy merchants of Aquarius Island and the Fan family of Laolongcheng occasionally buy the sweet-scented osmanthus wine. It is often used to give gifts or drink alone.

After passing the gate of Guigong, the woman led Chen Ping'an all the way through the corridor. The courtyard did not look magnificent, but was actually the style of a house with a small bridge and flowing water. The woman finally led Chen Ping'an to a courtyard called "Guimai". Chen Pingan raised his head to look at it a few more times and explained: "Osmanthus is called osmanthus because its leaf veins are like Gui in Confucian rituals. Although this courtyard does not occupy a large area, it is the most spiritual place on Osmanthus Island." place."

Chen Pingan felt that it was a waste of natural resources. He was not a Qi practitioner, and the thickness of the Qi was meaningless. It would be better to let others spend money to stay in such a paradise. He tentatively said: "Aunt Gui, I am a pure martial artist. It would be a waste to live with me." Now, can I find another yard?"

The woman smiled softly and said: "It's not a matter of money. Mr. Chen, just stay here with peace of mind. With the relationship between the young master and my young master, even if this place becomes the young master's exclusive courtyard in the future and Osmanthus Island is no longer open to outsiders, I will not I feel surprised.”

These two sentences struck a chord in Chen Pingan's heart. Thinking of Fan Er, Chen Pingan walked into this elegant and peaceful Guimai courtyard with peace of mind.

There was a beautiful girl waiting in the courtyard for a long time. She was slim and graceful, with a cold temperament. Even if she was just standing quietly, she stood very gracefully. But after seeing the woman and Chen Pingan, she immediately smiled at Chen Pingan and said sweetly. : "Mr. Chen, my name is Jinsu. Golden gold means millet, which means sweet-scented osmanthus in ancient books. From now on, I will take care of the young master's daily life."

The smile of the cold girl is quite like my flower blooming and killing hundreds of flowers.

Chen Ping'an was a little cautious and subconsciously clasped his fists in return, "There will be Miss Lao Jinsu in the future."

Then he felt a little disappointed, took off the wine bottle and took a quick sip of wine.

The woman was good at observing words and expressions, and was keenly aware of the slightest change in the boy, but she did not think deeply about it. With all the changes in the world, it was normal for the boy to have some worries.

The woman said goodbye and left, but she saw an unexpected and even more unreasonable acquaintance at the door. It was the old rickshaw driver of the Fan family who drove the two to Guihua Island. The woman smiled and asked, "Is it Fan?" Do you have anything else to tell me?"

The old coachman seemed to be quite respectful when facing Aunt Gui. He shook his head and said with a smile: "I was entrusted by the master of the family to go to Daoxuan Mountain with Mr. Chen. During this period, I am afraid I will have to live in Guimai Courtyard."

Aunt Gui's eyes became even more surprised and she asked, "Do you need Jin Su to live elsewhere?"

The old coachman nodded, "The best thing is to let her choose a yard closer to her and just send her some food every day. There is no need to worry about the rest."

Although Aunt Gui was confused, she didn't say anything more. She turned around and said hello to Jin Su, who had a normal expression, and left together.

The old coachman did not forget to remind her, "The master of the house asked me to disturb Madam Gui. Let the ancestral osmanthus tree on the top of the mountain provide some shade in the Guimai courtyard to prevent outsiders from prying into her."

Aunt Gui nodded. On the Osmanthus Island, the girl who was the leader of more than a hundred Osmanthus girls picked golden millet. She couldn't help turning her head to look at the old coachman and the straw-shoe boy.

After Aunt Gui and Jinsu walked out of the Guimai courtyard, a cool mountain breeze blew past the place. At the same time, the shade of the trees enveloped the courtyard, but it passed briefly, and then the sun was still shining brightly.

The old coachman whom Fan Er called Grandpa Ma faced Chen Ping'an and said frankly and honestly: "My name is Ma Zhi, and I am one of the Qingke of the Fan family. I am a sword cultivator in the Golden Core Realm, but I am not very talented and my killing power is not strong. , even if he faced Chu Yang, who was worshiped by the Fu family in the same realm, he was no match for him. This time, I, Ma Zhi, was entrusted by the family master, but the family master was also entrusted by Mr. Zheng of the dust medicine shop, asking me to accompany Mr. Chen to test the sword. .”

As soon as Chen Ping'an heard about Mr. Zheng, he knew that this should be one of Zheng Dafeng's rewards, so he held his hands for the second time in this small courtyard.

The old man smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I will live in the wing of the small courtyard. Mr. Chen will have a good rest today and can visit Osmanthus Island more.

Otherwise, Mr. Chen may not have such leisure time if he starts trying the sword tomorrow. "

The old man walked to a side room, closed the door, and said with a smile: "If Mr. Zheng Da is not joking, then the hospitality of the Fan family's Osmanthus Island this time is a bit exaggerated. Can that young warrior really bear it? I, Ma Zhi, No matter how bad he is among his fellow sword cultivators in Jindan, he is still a Nine Realm sword cultivator."

Having said this, an ink-colored flying sword that was more than a foot long flew out of the old man's aura. After it appeared, it began to slowly circle around the old man. The sword aura was thick and it dragged out streaks of black fireflies.

The room was filled with cold sword energy, and the heat of midsummer disappeared in an instant.

Chen Pingan lived in the main house facing the courtyard gate. After closing the door, he carefully opened the baggage that Zheng Dafeng had left at the door.

There is a book with the fresh scent of ink, well-printed, and the title is "The Classic of Swordsmanship". It is most likely that Zheng Dafeng found a trustworthy bookstore through the Fan family's connections, and he personally published it into a book. The four-character title of the book that caught my eye clearly showed his skill, but I really couldn't associate it with the carefree Zheng Dafeng.

In addition to this "Swordsmanship Sermon", there was also an inconspicuous small cotton purse. After weighing it, there were not many coins, about ten. Chen Pingan mistakenly thought it was Xiaoshu money or Guyu money. When he opened it, he was shocked. Chen Ping'an hurriedly covered his money bag, and it turned out to be a bag of gold and copper coins that could make Guyu Qian call him uncle! How precious are gold and copper coins? Chen Ping'an knew very well how he obtained several mountains including Luolu Mountain. It's the result of throwing gold coins and copper coins lightly!

Chen Ping'an didn't even count the number or identify the type of gold and copper coins. Was it support money? Spring Festival money? Beat money? Or all three? Chen Pingan directly put it into Fang Cunwu Fifteen without saying anything.

In the end, only a jade plaque and a letter were left.

The jade plaque does not have any seal carvings, it is just a square and simple jade plaque, but the texture is fine and feels like the best silk and satin in the world. At first glance, it looks like a good old thing. How good is it? With Chen Ping'an's current experience I can't tell with my eyesight.

Chen Ping'an opened the envelope and found that the handwriting on the letter was indeed the same as the title of "The Book of Swordsmanship". It must be Zheng Dafeng's own handwriting. The few things in the letter are stated concisely and to the point. This sword classic is not very advanced, but it is the pinnacle of martial arts. The swordsmanship contained in it is all about returning to nature. It is very suitable for a stubborn person like Chen Pingan to study. Penance. Fifteen gold and fine copper coins are the repayment of five cents.

As for the jade plaque, Zheng Dafeng only said three words in the letter, "It's close at hand."

Apart from this, there is no introduction, no mention of its origins or how to use it.

But even if there are only these three words, they are enough.

When the young Cui Chan traveled to the Sui Dynasty, the Great Li State Master took it with him, which was a very close thing.

At the end of the letter, Zheng Dafeng said that Ma Zhi accompanied him to try the sword, which was just a small bonus from the three transactions. It was to allow Chen Ping'an to better adapt to the invisible "suppression" of the Great Wall of Sword Qi against a pure martial artist, so the Golden Dan Sword Xiu Ma Zhi will use his natal flying sword when the time comes. It will not only provide guidance on swordsmanship, but also teach Chen Ping'an how to fight against an enemy in the middle five realms of swordsmanship.

When talking about this matter, Zheng Dafeng became a little sparing with pen and ink, and also added a few words like enduring hardships to become a master. But even if Chen Pingan just held the letter and looked at the words, he could imagine Zheng Dafeng. When I wrote the letter, I had a mean smile on my face. Chen Pingan knew very well that it was Zheng Dafeng who heard about his training in the three realms, so he had no intention of letting himself feel comfortable in the fourth realm. It is estimated that Zheng Dafeng was secretly having fun in Chen Pingan at this moment, and when he thought that he, Chen Pingan, was going to After suffering so much on Osmanthus Island, that guy would definitely drink cold water as if he was drinking alcohol.

Otherwise, Lao Jianxiu would not let Chen Pingan finish visiting Osmanthus Island today.

Chen Pingan had to jump out of this hole dug by Zheng Dafeng.

Keep the Sword Sutra and the Jade Tablets away. You can put in small items as well as close-up items.

Chen Ping'an thought of Shen Gaozong He Xiaoliang for no reason. She had a dazzling array of things that were so close to each other.

But thinking of this Taoist nun fairy whose first impression was originally very good, Chen Ping'an now only has a heavy haze in his heart.

Chen Ping'an exhaled a sigh of relief and went out to visit Osmanthus Island.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, the ferry has not yet set sail, and there are many Qi practitioners boarding at the foot of the mountain.

Putting away his eyes, Chen Pingan looked straight into the distance. On three sides were the magnificent sights of the boundless sea water, which made people feel relaxed and happy. Being in it, they felt even smaller.

Chen Pingan remembered something.

About the word strongest.

The old man surnamed Cui of Zhulou said that his three realms are the strongest in the world.

Not Aquarius Island.

Later, Zheng Dafeng mentioned this matter in the chat and said that Li Er was once the strongest ninth level martial artist with the strongest foundation, but now he has reached the tenth level. Chen Pingan guessed that Li Er should have lost the strongest second level for the time being. Character.

Chen Ping'an looked into the distance and heard Cui Zhang say that this vast world is huge, with nine continents from all over the world, such as Aquarius Continent, Julu Continent, Aai'ai Continent, Posu Continent and Jinjia Continent. They are like stars over the moon, surrounding the largest one. There are several great dynasties in the Middle-earth Divine Continent. Only by annexing half of the Aquarius Continent can the territory of Great Li be comparable to theirs.

Chen Pingan couldn't help but think about a question.

Does the legendary eleventh realm of martial arts, the God of Martial Arts, exist in the world?

The young Cui Chen smiled and did not give an answer.

Jinjiazhou.

In the ruins of an ancient battlefield with extremely thin spiritual energy, the huge statues of gods that were tens or more than a hundred feet high "in life" all collapsed and fell to the ground. No one was spared, and they stretched like a fragmented mountain range.

This place has become a natural forbidden area for Qi practitioners in Yizhou.

There are often bursts of strong winds that sweep through the world without any warning. For the middle and fifth realm qi practitioners who are under the Earth Immortal Golden Pill, it is tantamount to cutting bones with a knife.

In the place where one of the most majestic and broken Buddha statues fell to the ground, it seemed that before it fell to the ground, there was a Buddha statue holding a flower and smiling. When it fell to the ground, its arm was broken at the shoulder level, and the whole arm was lying across the ground, where the Buddha's fingers were. The twisted flower has long been shattered, and only three of the five fingers are left. One of them is raised up and points to the sky. Just one finger is more than ten feet high. One can imagine how tall this statue is when it is intact. tall.

There is a barefoot girl in white standing on her fingers, eyes closed, hands clasped together, standing facing the wind.

The girl has an ordinary face, just like a little girl that can be seen everywhere in the market.

A strong wind came, crashing like a tide into the finger of the Buddha statue and the girl standing on the fingertip.

The girl did not open her eyes, but moved her lips slightly, and whispered in a Jinjiazhou dialect: "Open."

The strong wind split into two, like being split in the middle of a person, whizzing past the two sides of the Buddha's fingers. Only the fish that escaped the net managed to brush over the girl's face, and instantly cut out streaks of blood on her face. Groove, but in an instant, the girl's appearance returned to its original appearance.

The wind blew over the girl, taking away the fragrance of the orchids.

In the sea area near Juluzhou, there is a mountain top, which is like a cone piercing the sky. Only the top of the mountain is a round depression with a bowl-shaped mouth, like a well. It is bottomless, but there is a vague light reflecting on the well wall. In the "wellhead" of this active volcano, there is a burly man with no clothes on his body, holding his chin with one hand, sitting cross-legged on the dark rocks, meditating silently, surrounded by rolling flaming lava, and the heat wave is overwhelming. , the man was completely unaware.

Men are born with double pupils.

He frowned a little and murmured: "It's a bit difficult to break through the threshold of the Golden Body Realm. I have to blame myself for taking too many miraculous medicines. Two hundred catties? Or three hundred catties? It seems that when I reach the Golden Body Realm, I can no longer be stupid. He ate that thing as food. If nothing else, it would be troublesome to poop every day. If word spread, it would really damage the face of the Sixth Realm martial artist."

A sharp flying sword stabbed down from the well mouth silently, and the burly man collapsed to the ground and slid slumped into the sea of ​​fire.

The natal flying sword, which was the same size as the swordsman at the foot of the mountain, did not give up. It flew rapidly around the wall of the crater, and countless rolling stones fell into the sea of ​​fire.

If it were somewhere else in Luzhou, Beiju, with the cultivation level of the owner of this flying sword and the sharpness of his natal flying sword, he might have penetrated a mountain long ago. But here, Feijian was extremely hindered in cutting the stones on the well wall.

There was an old man in robes with a long sword on his back standing on the crater. After stabbing the man with double pupils with his sword, the old man's voice resounded like thunder through the bottom of the well, "Finally I found you, you bastard who has been stabbed a thousand times! Stop pretending." If you die, I know that your fate is very tough, it doesn't matter, you chose this inescapable place of death, and you were buried there without any bones left. Maybe your sins can be alleviated a little bit."

The old man stretched out his fingers together, passed them behind his shoulders, and lightly touched the hilt of the sword.

The sword was unsheathed, rushed into the sky, and then fell rapidly, straight from the crater to the sea of ​​fire. When the sword penetrated into the sea of ​​fire and magma, there was a loud bang and splashed up a wave of flames several feet high.

In the sea of ​​fire, there was a vague figure swimming rapidly, and the long sword was like a harpoon, stabbing rapidly again and again.

At the foot of the volcano, there are people climbing the mountain slowly. There are old Taoists who post talismans on the rocks, and there are monks who form seals with their hands and then gently pat them on the ground. Someone is holding a seemingly endless scroll, pulling it up from the foot of the mountain, like lichen covering the ground. There is also an old man in a green shirt holding a writing brush, swiping ink on the ground, and writing down the teachings of Confucian saints.

While the old man on the top of the mountain was trying to kill the murderer with his two swords, he laughed at himself: "I am a noble swordsman in the Golden Core Realm. It takes so much effort to hunt down a martial artist who has not yet reached the seventh realm."

The old man thought of the tragic events, not only the disasters of his sect, but also the countless people who died in vain on the mountain and down the mountain. The Jindan sword cultivator was extremely angry and said with an angry face: "A guy like you who kills just for fun will die. It’s not a pity! A hundred deaths will never redeem you!”

The two armies faced each other, and the drums shook the sky.

Among the large army, on a temporary high platform, there was a man in brocade clothes lazily reclining on a couch. He looked to be less than thirty years old. There were two beautiful and fragrant young women sitting on the couch. At both ends, one is rubbing the young man's temples, and the other is bending over and gently tapping the man's calf.

What's even more incredible is that behind the man, there is a large bamboo stick standing upright, making a hunting sound.

A beautiful woman with a beautiful appearance but acting like a maid, carefully tapped the outside of the man in brocade clothes' calf. She glanced at the other woman and smiled charmingly: "Sir, I heard that there is an Eighth Realm Sword Cultivator in the opponent's camp this time. And a nine-level military strategist monk is helping to hold down the battle. It seems that our ex-husband of Xiuxiu really loves Xiuxiu, and he is so angry that he becomes a beauty. It is really touching, sir, otherwise you will return Xiuxiu to others. Reunion is also a beautiful story, anyway..."

At this point, the charming beauty raised her hand and covered her mouth with a sweet smile, "Anyway, young master, you have already tasted our beautiful girl. What's more, she is petty and never wants to be exposed to rain and dew with the sisters. Isn't it harmful?" Young master, you are disappointing? How can there be such a arrogant maid in the world?"

The other stunning woman, known as Jie Xiu, turned a deaf ear and just gently pressed the thumbs of both hands against the temples of the man in brocade clothes, gently and carefully massaging them.

The man in brocade clothes narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "Xie Xiu is shy. I feel sorry for her, sir. As for you, you can withstand the torment. If the young master is stupid and cares for you, blindly pities and doesn't understand the style, why don't you rebel?"

The woman who was tapping her legs had a springy face on her face and raised her eyebrows slightly at the "extract".

The latter was completely unaware of the other party's provocation.

The man in brocade clothes gently raised his feet and said, "Take off your boots for the young master!"

The woman's eyes instantly became hot, and she knelt down in front of the couch. With trembling hands, she took off the boots for the man in brocade.

The man sat up and stretched, "Our Fuyao Continent is only slightly bigger than that Aquarius Continent. It's so boring."

With his bare feet, he put his hand through the woman's "exquisite" neckline, and finally took out a golden ball with the body temperature of a beautiful woman. He squeezed it gently and instantly put on a pair of armor that was often mistaken for a soldier and god. The silver armor was surprisingly covered with various scars, and a small hole appeared at the heart that looked like it had been pierced by a long sword.

The young man who put on the unknown treasure armor slowly took a few steps forward, suddenly turned his head and smiled at the woman named Jiexiu: "Your ex-husband is not as good as me in everything, but there is only one thing that I will pursue in my life. If you don’t fuck him, it’s just a joke.”

He stretched out his arm and pointed at the distant opponent's banner. He raised the corners of his mouth and said to the woman: "For example, if you invite a sword cultivator and a military cultivator, your young master will almost laugh to death from him."

The beauty who took off the young man's boots was sitting on the ground with her back leaning on the couch, laughing and charming.

The young man turned towards the enemy formation, looked up to the sky and laughed, "Other people's wives and concubines are good, but other people's widows are even better!"

The man wearing the armor of frost and snow stood up from the ground, flew through the air, jumped directly over the cavalry formation of his own army, and hung like a white rainbow above the heads of thousands of troops and horses.

In the northernmost part of Aaizhou, there is endless ice and snow, raging wind and snow, and no sun.

Someone is wearing a snow-white mink fur. Occasionally the wind and snow blow the mink fur tightly against the body, and only then can one find a pair of bright eyes exposed under the huge mink hat that is slender and held low.

Hanging from the waist of this man is a long black sheath sword with only a small part exposed.

From time to time, she would reach out her hand from her fur and gently rub the handle of the knife with her thumb.

A section of white wrist like a jade lotus root was exposed, which seemed to be whiter than snow, and also had a crystal color.

It must be a young woman.

But she dared to walk alone in this bitterly cold land of ice and snow. She walked in the northernmost part of Ai Ai Continent, the northernmost of the nine continents.

A Jindan realm qi practitioner may not dare to be so entrusted and travel north alone.

The woman took out a steamed bun that was as hard as iron, bit into it gently and swallowed it, her eyes always staring ahead.

The extremely cold area of ​​Aai Aizhou is desolate, but there are often big monsters that appear and occupy the right time and place, making it extremely difficult to deal with. In the Golden Core Realm, except for sword cultivators, no one is willing to come here to fight with those cunning and insidious monsters. The beasts kept pestering. Once it arouses public anger, it will often be surrounded by many people, and it will really make the sky and the earth unable to respond.

The woman stopped and just finished finishing the steamed bun.

Ahead of the wind, snow and mist, the huge head of a snow wolf slowly poked out.

When it appeared, the wind and snow suddenly stopped within a hundred feet radius.

The woman raised her mink hat, raised her head, and faced off against the snow wolf that was as tall as a hill.

She burped.

Then just one cut.

After a while, there was no difference between heaven and earth, and she had already begun to put the sword back into its sheath.

She continued forward and said with a smile: "I'll lend you your head in exchange for some makeup money."

When she walked all the way to the snow wolf, the big monster just collapsed like a mountain.

She looked at the huge wolf head that had been chopped off with a knife, and felt a little embarrassed. Do you have to carry such a big head back by yourself?

So she turned her head and looked into the wind and snow in the distance, raised her hand and said hello: "Come here, help me take this head back, and spare your life. As a reward, all the remaining bodies of the Snow Wolf will be yours." "

Afterwards, the woman returned in the wind and snow, followed by a mountain-moving ape holding the bloody wolf's head in both hands.

Even though there were several big monsters near the snow wolf's headless corpse, they were eager to move and secretly coveted it, but no one dared to step into the thunder pond.

There are five lakes and four seas in the vast world, each with a vast territory.

On a collapsed "land sinking" territory, it has been submerged by a large lake.

There is an ancient battlefield site at the bottom of the lake. A man is hunting the lingering spirits. After capturing them, he puts them into a small fish basket on his waist.

Above a sea, so high that you can touch the dome of the vast world with just one lift of your hand, there are two layers of sea of ​​clouds. They are more than a hundred miles apart. In the sea of ​​clouds high up, there is a completely negligible one. In the gap in the sea of ​​clouds, there is a thin old man with long eyebrows, sitting cross-legged next to the cloud well, holding a green fishing rod in his hand, but no fishing line.

On the sea of ​​clouds below, about seventy or eighty miles away from the old man, a large group of cloud whales flew past.

The old man made a pole-throwing gesture. On the top of the green bamboo fishing pole, under the sunlight, a silver-white thread was faintly visible, which was extremely subtle.

The fishing line tied up a huge cloud whale that was several miles long, and the naturally powerful cloud whale began to struggle violently.

The old man yanked the fishing rod back and stood up at the same time. The fishing rod was pulled and bent into an amazing arc. The old man laughed and said, "What a guy! He's quite strong!"

The two sides faced off for a while. The old man held the fishing rod and ran around above the sea of ​​clouds, cursing, which was very funny.

A pure martial artist can ride the wind and travel far away, at least to the eighth level.

Even if he is just an eighth-level martial artist, he can kill a cloud whale. Even if he confronts a group of cloud whales, he is sure to win.

But the mystery of the old man's fishing lies in the fact that he can condense a breath of true energy into a fishing line as thin as a hair, and purely use this to fight against the magical power of a cloud whale, constantly. This is the most shocking thing.

A pure martial artist is powerful in the word pure.

The Divine Continent of Middle-earth, a behemoth that was once one of the nine great dynasties in the world, was destroyed and the country was cut off.

Generally speaking, the only force that can destroy such a large dynasty is a larger one among the nine dynasties.

But this time, it was anything but.

In the city of subjugation, among the glorious palaces filled with smoke, a horseman moved forward slowly. Wherever he passed, the generals and soldiers retreated one after another.

This time, he rode directly to the famous palace in Jiuzhou.

The war horses did not enter the hall along the steps on both sides of the dragon bi. Instead, the horses' hooves trampled directly on the dragon bi, just like a wild horse going up the mountain slope.

The man on horseback is tall and wearing golden battle armor, with a faceplate covering his face.

He held a long spear covered with talismans and flowing golden light. It was much longer than an ordinary iron spear in a battle formation.

The mount is a dragon colt descended from a dragon, which is very magical and rare in the world.

There is also an unsheathed sword hanging from the waist of this cavalryman. The long sword has no edge and is stained with rust. It has two blurry ancient seal characters and is badly worn.

Before riding into the hall, the general who had accomplished the task of destroying the country suddenly raised his arm high and extended a middle finger to the sky.

After the knight made this move, he seemed to be waiting for a response from the sky, but the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle. After reining in for a moment, he gently pinched the horse's belly and continued to move forward. After the horse's hooves crossed the threshold of the hall, the knight At the end of the sight is the dragon chair, which is said to be the rarest in the world.

The general lowered his head and glanced at the unsheathed sword.

I heard that the scabbard was left in a small place on Aquarius Continent. Should I ask someone to retrieve it, or should I go there myself?

The general took off his mask and helmet.

A head of green hair was exposed, flowing down.

Her, not him.

Female warrior goddess.