Author: Mr. Tai Su

Hou Xibai raised his head and looked at the city head, with a calm expression and unparalleled grace, and laughed loudly.

"Everyone, we have been waiting for you for a long time, why don't we decide the winner and see who is better?"

As soon as Hou Xibai said this, all the masters of the Li clan jumped down from the city top, leaving only Li Yuan and his son. Li Shimin whispered a few words in the ear of a man with a silly face.

This man holds a pair of drums, urns, and golden hammers in his hands. They are the size of a millstone and weigh more than a thousand kilograms. However, he is extremely thin and small. He is almost a head shorter than Li Shimin. He has no flesh on his cheeks and is extremely lean. But for his stature,

He can actually use a drum, urn, and golden hammer that weighs a thousand kilograms. He is really born with divine power, steel and iron bones, and his body is

He is domineering and fierce, like an irrational beast. There is no clear color in his eyes, only viciousness. He looks at everyone as if he is looking at prey. Only when facing Li Shimin, a trace of innocence and childishness flashes in his eyes.

, this man is none other than Li Yuanba, the great master of Henglian, with brilliant fighting prowess and terrifying strength.

"Yuanba, when you go down, just use the sledgehammer in your hand to hit the person on the other side hard, do you understand?"

Li Yuanba obeyed Li Shimin's instructions and nodded. With a somewhat dull look in his eyes, he followed Li Shimin's fingers and looked at Hou Xibai and others on the opposite side. His eyes were fierce and the sound was so loud that it made people's ears buzz.

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"I know, I will hit whoever my second brother tells me to do!"

Having said that, Li Yuanba jumped up and jumped down from the top of the city together with him, crashing onto the ground. A deep pit appeared on the ground. The ground shook and dust flew up. Li Yuanba held the drum, urn and golden hammer in his hand.

He stepped hard without waiting for others to get ready.

Then he rushed towards Hou Xibai, like a crazy elephant, leaving clear footprints under his feet. The ground shook endlessly, and at an extremely fast speed. The drum, urn, and golden hammer in his hand were like a pair of huge millstones, smashing into the ground.

Hou Xibai's head was still shouting.

"Second brother asks me to beat you, and I will beat you to death!"

The sound was like the roar of a thunder god, shaking the world. Countless people were startled and couldn't help but cover their ears.

Hou Xibai saw this fool being so reckless and ferocious, and after hearing his words, he couldn't help but raise his head and look at Li Shimin above the city. He secretly made a note in his heart that he was a disciple of the Demon Sect. He didn't have to take revenge overnight, so how could he be spared to find it for himself?

Li Shimin, who got into such a big trouble, was extremely petty.

Although Hou Xibai complained in his heart, he still needed to deal with the big trouble in front of him first. He sighed, took a step forward, raised his fists, and struck hard at the pair of huge drums, urns, and golden hammers that smashed down on his head.

passed.

Hou Xibai used his flesh and blood body to resist the war hammer made of gold and iron. Everyone couldn't bear to watch anymore and turned their heads and closed their eyes, thinking that this handsome and passionate young man would be reduced to a pool of flesh and blood by this blow, and even his own mother might be killed.

It's almost unrecognizable.

"boom!"

"when!"

The air in the space was exploded by Hou Xibai's two punches. A pair of white and tender fists as bright as jade hit the drum urn and the golden hammer. The pair of sledgehammers swung high, and Li Yuanba's whole body was shaken.

Shocked, he staggered and took a few steps back, unable to stop his retreat.

"boom!"

The drum, urn and golden hammer Li Yuanba held in his hand hit the ground hard, causing dust to fly. Li Yuanba shouted loudly, lifted the hammer in his hand again, turned it around, stepped hard on it, and rushed towards Hou Xibai again.

Go, it seems that the violent counter-shock force just now has no effect on him. He is really a steel-reinforced man, a born Vajra Arhat.

The ground beneath Hou Xibai's feet collapsed, forming a circular pit. The cracks on the ground spread. With a sneer on the corner of Hou Xibai's mouth, his clear and deep eyes were full of cold light, he jumped out without showing any signs of weakness.

, rushed directly towards Li Yuanba, a pair of iron fists glowing with gleaming white light, and the pure glazed body was running at full strength, and Li Yuanba fought with

Fighting violence with violence, very heroic, fighting hard, not giving in at all, looking extremely inconsistent, a pair of flawless white fists and the drum, urn, and golden hammer the size of a millstone kept hitting each other, and there were bursts of sound in the air.

The sound of air explosions and white air waves are clearly visible to the naked eye. They are like waves, rolling continuously, extremely turbulent, and extremely frightening.

Everyone was attracted by the battle between the two of them. The two of them were so violent and ferocious. Their pupils were constricted and their hearts were awe-inspiring. Their really strong bodies and innate divine power were simply beyond everyone's imagination. They were simply inhuman.

The existence of it can be said to be invulnerable to fire and water, and invulnerable to weapons and bullets.

Song Que withdrew his gaze and looked at Kou Zhong, who was clearly facing him. His eyes were full of murderous intent, filled with evil energy, and filled with endless chill. He raised the thick-backed knife in his hand, pointed it at Kou Zhong, and opened his mouth to invite a fight.

"Kou Zhong comes to die!"

Kou Zhong betrayed Song Que and felt extremely guilty. His eyes were evasive and he did not dare to look directly at Song Que. He was timid before fighting and lacked fighting spirit. If he fought against Song Que, he would surely fall to the peerless edge of the Heavenly Sword.

When Ning Daoqi saw this, he naturally couldn't let Kou Zhong and Song Que become enemies. In less than a hundred rounds, he would lose a great master here, so he took a step forward, and his Dao Qi was full of energy, rushing against the Xu Qi.

Lingering around him, quiet and inactive, carefree and at ease, like a mountain man in the world, Taoist is really at ease. He flicked his broad sleeves and robe, bowed his hands and said to Song Que.

"Master Song, why should you bully the small with the big? The old master has come to learn the power of your heavenly sword. Thirty years ago, we fought and failed to enjoy ourselves. Now we just take this opportunity to make a final settlement!"

Thirty years ago, the Heavenly Blade Song Que first appeared in the world. He was sharp, invincible, and extremely aggressive. He challenged the masters everywhere. Ning Daoqi, as the great master of the Taoist sect, naturally could not escape Song Que's challenge. The two had a battle. Ning Daoqi

Dao Qi relied on his advanced realm and long training time to win a small victory, causing Tian Dao to lose for the first time.

However, Song Que has a perseverant heart. With Ning Daoqi as a whetstone, the sword's mind and state of mind have not retreated but advanced, become sharper and completed the transformation. Even if Ning Daoqi can defeat Song Que, he still cannot keep him and let him suffer from the whole body.

Retire can be said to have astonished the world. Song Que, the Heavenly Swordsman, was listed as the first person under the Grand Master. His power was unparalleled and he had the power to dominate the Central Plains.

Song Que frowned and looked at Ning Daoqi who took the initiative to invite the battle. He hesitated in his heart. Song Que had the intention to kill Kou Zhong who betrayed the Song clan. But looking at Kou Zhong's current state, facing him, he was afraid that

Unable to exert his full strength, even if he killed Kou Zhong, he would still be defeated. This was extremely difficult for Song Que, who was sincere in martial arts, to accept.

Song Yuhua smiled and looked unrivaled. The full-moon scimitar on her waist was unsheathed, and a cold light shone, attracting everyone's attention. Song Yuhua was dressed in gorgeous clothes and robes. She was graceful and noble, with a gentle and noble temperament. Her expression was cold and quiet, and her eyes were round.

The cold moon rises and hangs high in the starry sky. He takes a step forward gently. He holds the scimitar in his flawless hand and points it to his mouth. He says with a sad expression on his pretty face and a cold voice.

"I have heard for a long time that the moon in the young commander's well is bright and bright. Today Song Yuhua comes to learn from it!"

Since Kou Zhong became famous, he has been called Young Marshal among the martial arts people, which means that he is a young talent and is good at the art of war, which is quite appropriate.

Kou Zhong looked at Song Yuhua, who was extremely elegant, graceful and gentle, with his eyebrows furrowed and a somewhat condescending attitude on his face, and he said softly.

"Miss Song, I don't want to hurt you!"

"You are no match for me, you'd better retreat!"

Kou Zhong said this very kindly. He had already entered the realm of a great master and had few rivals in the world. Song Yuhua, a pretty young lady, was not taken seriously by him.

When Song Yuhua heard the words, he raised his beautiful eyebrows, narrowed his red phoenix eyes slightly, the cold light was strong, the momentum around him suddenly exploded, the air waves rolled and exploded, thunderous sounds sounded, and a cold and heroic voice sounded, extremely cold, without a trace of warmth

, spread to everyone's ears, making people couldn't help but shiver and feel cold in their hearts.

"Even if the heavenly sword is brilliant, it cannot be said to be better than the full-moon scimitar in my hand. You, a traitor, dare to speak arrogantly and look down upon the scimitar in my hand!"

Before he finished speaking, the full-moon scimitar in Song Yuhua's hand turned into a bright moon, shining with cold light, cold and quiet, across the void, cutting open the air, and slashed hard at Kou Zhong's throat.

cut.

Kou Zhong's face changed greatly, and an extremely dangerous feeling arose in his mind. He quickly grasped Jing Zhongyue at his waist with his right hand. With a clear cry of "Zheng!", cold light suddenly appeared, Jing Zhongyue unsheathed, and slashed towards

The cold moon is extremely swift, like lightning, streaking across the sky.

"bite!"

The full moon scimitar and Jing Zhongyue collided together. Sparks shot out in all directions, extremely bright, like gorgeous fireworks blooming. The two were separated at the first touch, and passed each other. At the same time, they swung a knife backwards. The sword was fierce and fierce.

The light condensed and collided together again. The air was exploded and roared continuously. The voices of Hou Xibai and Li Yuanba who were fighting against each other not far away merged together. The harmony of everyone was irrespective of each other.

Song Yuhua's mind entered the realm of the galaxy, which was bright and gorgeous, but as cold and quiet as the cold moon, unmoving in the heart. The full-moon scimitar in his hand had extremely exquisite moves, endless changes, and was very mysterious. The sword energy was condensed and sharp, and the sword was bright.

pure

Brilliant, Song Yuhua's Xinghe sword technique is the most dazzling and stunning sword technique in the world. It is brilliant. Song Yuhua's people are unparalleled in elegance and talent. People and swords compete for beauty. It is definitely the most beautiful scene in the world. It is breathtaking.

The soul is drunk.

Kou Zhong did not hesitate to give in, his mind entered the realm of the moon in the well, his heart was like a dry well, his body was like a mirror, observing the sky, his mind moved with his spirit, his body moved with his will, his hand moved with him, his sword followed his hand, the three talents of spirit, energy and spirit were integrated into one.

It's perfect, the moves are exquisite, and the sword's meaning is profound.

Song Yuhua and Kou Zhong were entangled together, surrounded by the bright sword light. Under this gorgeous and charming scene, there was endless danger. If they were not careful, they would be killed by the sword light.

When Song Que saw that his daughter Song Yuhua had taken action, he no longer hesitated in his heart. A bright light burst out in his eyes. His fighting spirit rose up and shot straight into the sky. The extremely sharp edge opened the white clouds in the sky and split them into two.

An extremely rare sight.

"Today is the day to settle the grudge between us!"

Song Que stepped on his foot and slashed out with the thick-backed sword. His moves were wide open and closed, powerful, ferocious, domineering and wanton. His black hair was flying, the sword was bright, the clouds were magnificent, the tragedy was generous, and the man and the sword merged into one.

, move forward inexorably, advance without retreat.

Ning Daoqi withdrew his shocked gaze from Song Yuhua, and calmed down, with a sense of Taoist Zen in his hands. He used Sanshou Bapu, Ning Daoqi's favorite martial arts, and used his moves as he pleased, without any fixed rules.

Unbridled and unconstrained, without any restrictions.

Ning Daoqi's Sanshou Bapu does not really only have eight moves. Like Song Que's Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword, it is a general reference, but the way is simple, counting starts from one and ends with nine. Although Sanshou Bapu can be changed infinitely

, in the final analysis, there are still no eight essential meanings.

Song Que's sword-swinging movements fit a certain mystery of heaven and earth, and are integrated with the ontology that always hides a deeper level. It is full of the flavor of being constant yet ever-changing, with no gaps to be found, and even more so.

People feel that his casual sword blow will shock the world and make the ghosts and gods cry. There is no beginning and no end. The path of the sword has reached the unpredictable level of ghosts and gods.

"Keng"!

The blade of the sword made a clanking sound, and the murderous aura filled the city of Chang'an, arousing the evil aura on the battlefield, which resonated with it, adding even more murderous intent. The white clouds in the blue sky could not bear the fierce murderous intent, and were shattered by the evil aura. The sky knife cut through

void,
To be continued...