The dark clouds cover the sky, the cold air in winter, and the peaks of the peaks are always the place that explorers yearn for.

The melee at the top of Wanxiang Mountain did not last long, and more and more people came. Some people were worried that they would be exhausted after the war and would make the people who later gained the advantage, so they stopped at the same time. Soon, everyone tacitly circled out the territory and stopped at their own position, waiting for the follow-ups to arrive.

On the wide mountain top, the number of people has reached thousands, but it does not account for one percent of the area. 6 people who continued to rise were shocked at first sight: So many people are coming?

The forces on the field competed in confrontation, and many people were injured. Most of them stared at the magic sword, but no one dared to go forward. So, the people who came later had to learn from others and choose a place to work together.

Stalagmites went all the way to the left, led by Zhou Xing, the Tiangan Sect. Although he was injured by Feng Ji, he was fortunately helping him. He was surrounded by Wang Yu, Tianren Sect Yu Qin and others. In the same site circle, the most famous people in the world are Tang Lun Tangyi, Wang Zichuan, Wanderer Cangyuan, Prodigal Son 6 Qing, etc., and hundreds of people are bustling together.

Opposite the righteous path of the martial arts world, there are many forces with the four major cults, with nearly a hundred people. Liu Qianyu, Shenming Sect and the four poisons under his command: Shang Chan, Duo Centenary, Mo Spider, Li Scorpion, Deli follows Nangong Shou, Yin Yang Sect Jiang Tao, Ming Sect Feng Ji, Yulong Sect Yan Yi and Xu Yixun.

The visitors were more of the casual cultivators who had no sects and sects, and there were also sects such as the ghost city of Zhenshen Mountain that were not affiliated with any force. Judging from the formation, as long as people came, a battle between good and evil began. As for the Buddha-slaughtering sword, it seemed to have become a secondary important item and a symbol of the winner.

"Old rules, let's start."

After a long time, no one came up. Liu Qianyu took the initiative. Nangong Shou heard this and went to the center to challenge the four heavenly sects to fight with the four cults for hundreds of years. This situation has occurred countless times and there is also a very stable way to compete. Both camps each let the team go into battle, the loser substitution, the winner continues to challenge or withdraw to rest until no one on one side calls, and the winner belongs to the other side.

"Wait, this is not fair to us."

Donghuang Wankong stood up to protest. One of their side's random cultivators, taking him as a sacred mountain as an example, there were only five chances to play at most, and the four major Tianzong obviously had the advantage of the number. In the past, some random cultivators waited until the end to take advantage, but were attacked by the crowds on both sides and tore them into pieces.

"If you don't want to challenge, you can do whatever you want, but you still want to get involved in the Buddha-slaughtering sword and be the first to kill you."

Nangong Shou Lao stared at him. His skills were not as good as those of Donghuang Wankong, but his aura was not weaker than the opponent. Although the number of the four cults was small, there were many masters. It was impossible to make arbitrarily decide who would win or lose with the four Heavenly Sects. However, the other wandering cultivators had absolutely no chance.

"Chang Lin from Baitou Mountain, come and experience it."

As soon as Nangong Shou finished speaking, someone stood up. Baitou Mountain is an affiliated force of the Tiangan Sect and its strength is not weaker than Zhenshen Mountain before the split. Chang Lin has been famous in the world for more than ten years.

"Jiang Jue, Jiang Tao, let's calculate the accounts between us."

Before Nangong Shou and Chang Lin started to attack, Tang Lun could no longer help but call Jiang Tao. If he had the chance, he would wish he could die with Jiang Tao.

"Since you want to die, I will make you happy."

Jiang Tao smiled coldly, Tang Lun drew his sword and came to him despite Tang Yi's dissuasion. Public revenge and personal grudges, and the king of heaven cannot break the rules of the world even if he comes.

"Zhou Xing, do you dare to come out to fight?"

As soon as the two battle circles started to fight, Yaya fought with her cross and the sky was dark, and Feng Ji shouted violently into Zhou Xing's ear.

"Feng Ji, you killed my tribe members in Ming Cult. Let's start paying off the debt with you today!"

Before Zhou Xing could answer, a figure had already rushed towards Feng Ji. It turned out to be the prodigal son 6 Qing.

"Don't waste time, you guys come up and get to die together."

Feng Ji was fearless and pointed his sword at Zhou Xing and shouted. His skills were enough to enter the realm of Taoism. 6 Qing asked him to take revenge. Similarly, he also wanted Zhou Xing to pay his blood debt.

"As you wish!"

Zhou Xing shouted and followed 6 Qingbuchen. If he had to deal with Feng Ji alone, he would be in no way sure.

"The traitor Mu Wangshu comes to die."

While everyone was calm and breathing for the three battle circles, Wu Zhen led three subordinates to kill Mu Wangshu. This was a good opportunity to get rid of Mu Wangshu while the chaos was in the chaos, and Wu Zhen would certainly not let it go.

"Old skeleton ghost, pass this level first."

When Mu Hua heard someone insulting his father, how could he bear it? He took the lead and stepped towards Wu Zhen and others.

"You are the opponent and me"

Mu Hua looked sideways, Wang Zichuan came with a sword, and according to the entanglement between the two, it was natural to take action.

"Prince Wang, can you give me advice when I am in the Yulong teaching Yan Yi?"

Wang Yu was watching the excitement, and a child invited him, and his charming voice made him feel moved.

"This is my honor, please, girl."

The two of them secretly gave up their love and chose a remote place to fight. When Yu Qin saw him, she cursed a couple of dogs and women, but couldn't hold them in.

Depressed, his eyes swept at the group of Zhenshenshan who did not take action.

"I heard that Dong Mofei's young man had great swordsmanship, why would you better compete with me?"

"You are not qualified to fight him yet."

Dongtuxiang thought it was right, and regardless of the other party's identity, he took action first.

"Atu, leave, I will accompany him."

"Since Mr. Mo Fei is so elegant and happy, come and learn your great skills in Xia Cangyuan."

When Donghuang Wankong saw that his two beloved sons were provoked, his heart was shocked. Could it be that the other party intends to suppress him?

"I'm here Liu Qianyu, please give me advice from senior Emperor Dong."

Donghuang Wankong immediately realized that the good and evil factions deliberately wanted to get rid of people like themselves who were weak first!

Thousands of people found their opponents one after another, most of them were enemies who were familiar with each other on weekdays. The vast mountain top and flat ground started to fight in an orderly manner, all for their own camps to fight, and alarmed the tourists at the foot of the mountain.

Thousands of figures fought like millions of people, scattered and unable to see who was who, the stars were scattered and the sword were shaking, shaking the world, as if the mountain was about to collapse and the ground was about to break, and the fire burst out from the sword, as if the sky was about to break through the clouds. Thousands of people were red in their eyes, and hundreds of thousands of people fought with all their strength, and they used their full energy in their waves, and they were bleeding and sweat from the fallen sword. The red water soaked her clothes, wiped her eyes and continued to attack, and the scars drank salt and sweat, which stimulated her greater fighting spirit and shouted and slashed wildly.

Someone fell down on Lu Xu, and then someone replaced them. No one left, no one would stop. Yellow dust rolled, blood mist covered, broken arms and limbs flew into the air, and broken bodies fell off the cliff. It was a really exciting battle. The spirit crane circled, so scared that it dared not sit on the ground. The sun and the moon were gone, for fear that someone would hurt themselves. The hard stone slabs were washed away layer by layer, and there was no doubt that the entire mountain could be flattened over time; the cold air of the severe winter retreated step by step, and this was a place of failure.

Everyone was fighting happily, and suddenly the sword energy fell in the sky, and half of them were caught off guard. Secondly, the skill was not enough to leave any traces. At the same time, hundreds of thousands of people stopped together, and returned to their camp like wind and clouds.

"Ximen Yu, it's Ximen Yu who is here!"

Someone turned into a slut and shouted, obviously being shocked by this move.

"That child, don't pretend to be a ghost and take a hammer of me."

A white figure appeared on the hill, and Jin Dian slammed the sky with two hammers. The hero went around the world and wanted to step on other people's heads to achieve his own throne. He could see that the person in front of him was the best stepping stone.

In the blink of an eye, Jin Dian rushed to the person's side, and immediately felt a trace of sword energy piercing the pores until the bone marrow. He looked up and secretly regretted that he was reckless. The person's face was cold, his eyes penetrated into the opponent's soul, his clothes were fluttering, and his sword energy lingered like a sword domain aura.

"You are not my opponent"

Ximen Yu looked at Jin Dian and said lightly, pointing his toes on the stone cover. He waved his long sword lightly, and countless sword rains flew out in an instant. Jin Dian could not resist and retreated quickly. When he stabilized his body, his clothes were broken and scars were covered with blood drops.

"Sword Qi transforms"

Mu Wangshu exclaimed, only he could see the depth of Ximen Yu in the audience.

"I heard that Mr. Ximen's sword skills are amazing for a long time. I am lucky to see you today. Please give me some advice."

Everyone looked at it and wanted to know who was so confident that he was Feng Ji, the saint of Ming Cult with a simple face!

"Interestingly, Feng Ji was in the early stage of Hedao, and his internal strength was one level higher than Ximen Yu, so there was a fierce battle."

The masters of the master level in the field will wait and see that they can see that Ximen Yu is only in the late stage of extreme energy. No matter how good the sword technique is, as long as it is consumed for a long time, it is definitely not a match for Feng Ji.

While talking, Feng Ji and the others had already started. Ximen Yu may be the most suitable practitioner in the history of Fengying Sword Technique, but in the extreme qi realm, every part of the body, there is a sword energy flowing every time he exhale. Feng Ji did not want to fight with someone in the sky with sword rain, so he had to condense his breath to resist.

"Take me a move! Nine Yang Qiankun!"

Feng Ji came up with his skills, and his body was covered with orange mist, and he attacked with a blazing blow like lightning.

"Good guy, this is actually the trick!"

Many people were surprised that Nine Yang Qiankun was a martial art of the Ming Cultivation, and none of them had practiced it. And all those who could practice it were famous masters in the martial arts world.

"It's a pity to get over the power inaccurate."

Ximen Yu did not take action, and he commented without regard. Feng Ji was furious and prepared to end the bluffing man with one move, and suddenly approached the other party. At this time, Ximen slowly raised his hand, and Feng Ji immediately thought to himself that the other party had invisibly slowed down his aura.

Everyone stretched their necks to pay attention to the two people in the battle circle. Although they expected that this was a protracted battle, they were still reluctant to let go of any details.

"Look, something is coming."

The time was too fast, and most people couldn't see the situation clearly. A shadow suddenly flew towards them. The sound of landing spread, and everyone was shocked: Feng Ji, the person who fell to the ground!

One move”

For a moment, the audience looked at each other silently, and almost no one could see how Feng Ji was defeated. Masters like Mu Wangshu were also shocked and defeated the master with one move. Wouldn't it be difficult for them to win?

"I don't need a Buddha-slaughtering knife, but the person I want needs to pass my level first."

Ximen Yu said expressionlessly. He was unable to find Zhou An before, and his heart became more anxious, just to find someone to fight.

"In the Xiatian Gan Sect Zhou Xing, I will learn about Brother Ximen's skills."

"Come in Xia Cangyuan, come and ask for advice."

"Yu Qin, Tianrenzong, be careful."

Under Zhou Xing's leadership, the three of them besieged Ximen Yu together. Everyone admired him and was worthy of being a famous family, and he could lead the way even if he was in charge.

"It's too unfair to fight one."

"That's right? The three of them are all among the people. Ximen is in danger now."

A group of scattered cultivators were in a state of grudge against Ximen Yu, and the four of them had already opened up their formation. In an instant, the shadows of flowing lights and swords were dancing in a row, and the bone-cutting sword energy spread everywhere. If you accidentally get hurt your eyes.

Facing the three people who joined forces, Ximen Yu's face remained unchanged, his eyes locked in each direction, and suddenly he took a sword out of nowhere. The three people's expression changed suddenly. They clearly felt that the actual sword energy was woven into a net, and the sharpness was broken.

"No, they're going to lose."

Someone saw the clue, and the three of them were unable to get close to Ximen Yu from beginning to end. As expected, after only a cup of tea, the three of them, who were covered in blood, gritted their teeth and retreated.

"Brother Ximen's sword technique is superb, and we'll lose."
To be continued...