Heaven's movement is constant, and it will not survive because of Yao, nor will it perish because of Jie.

Regardless of the ups and downs in the world, time always moves forward at an unhurried pace, never looking away at anyone or anything.

The ten-day period passed in a blink of an eye. At dusk on August 15th, the sun set in the west, and the remaining sun on the horizon dyed the clouds red, as red as blood, without any warmth at all.

Under the lonely and cold sunlight, there was a large open space by the Han River, and countless people gathered here to spread out their formation.

Wang Zhi said that he would come here to challenge when the moon is full tonight, but they would not really wait until midnight to come. They would have come right after dinner. It was not that they had to prepare anything, it was just the rules of the world.

Those who wrote the letter of challenge have to come first.

More than a hundred people gathered together in small groups, standing or standing, chatting. Everyone had a relaxed look on their faces, and it seemed that no one took Wang Zhi seriously.

Too.

The more people there are, the greater the power.

It's not that they haven't thought about the possibility of losing, but this possibility is really slim. After all, the Dongfang Family is here, and their opponent is just Wang Zhi.

On a simple high platform built of wood in the middle, He Dayou looked at the scene and his heart surged: "Master Dongfang, this was originally done by the old man and a group of martial arts colleagues to borrow the precious land of the Dongfang family. Master Dongfang

I am extremely grateful that you can help us with formations and provide us with convenience during this period of time. Today, I even let the disciples from the village come here to support me. I am really impressed..."

"What are you talking about, Elder He? Not mentioning the friendship in the past, we are both righteous in the martial arts world. How can we, the Dongfang family, not contribute a little bit?" Dongfang Guanhai laughed loudly, raised his hand and pointed at his own disciples surrounding him in the distance: "

They are all incompetent, in fact, they only account for more than one person. If we really wait for the devil Wang Zhi to arrive, it will depend on the abilities of Elder He and the others."

"Hahahaha, the Dongfang Family's Taiqing Qi Formation is so magical. As long as that Wang comes straight, we will make it impossible for him to escape." Wu Dasheng of the Kongtong Sect laughed and looked at Zhao Wenfang aside: "It's still you.

The junior is smart and can fight in battles. Even if there are many people, it won't be a bully for him. It won't be shameful to spread the word, and he can still be killed."

Zhao Wenfang smiled shyly: "Juniors just have an idea, and it depends on the seniors to make the decision."

"Hey, your credit cannot go away. Your master is lucky enough to have accepted you as his disciple. It's a pity that I didn't meet you earlier, otherwise I would have taken you into Kongtong, and I couldn't let you enter Huashan no matter what."

Come on, my Kongtong sect and your Huashan sect have been friends for hundreds of years. I think back then..."

Wu Dasheng was very close to the Huashan sect in words. This was not because he really appreciated Zhao Wenfang, but mainly because he gave Dongfang Guanhai a face. During this period, he also saw that Dongfang Guanhai took good care of the Huashan sect, and

There is another reason.

What should we do if we really capture Wang Zhi?

Despite the talkativeness of the people here, Wu Dasheng and He Dayou are the ones who make the decision. Wu Dasheng wants to survive and wants to extract martial arts secrets from Wang Zhi, while He Dayou wants to avenge his son and only wants to get Wang Zhi's secrets.

In the end, who has the final say about Zhi’s life? Dongfang Guanhai’s opinion is very important. Being close to Zhao Wenfang is to win over the Huashan faction, and at the same time, to sell Dongfang Guanhai well.

Wu Dasheng may seem rude, but he also has his own twists and turns on the inside.

The last ray of afterglow on the horizon disappeared, and the disciples of the Dongfang family lit dozens of lamps and torches to illuminate the scene as bright as day. The bright moon like a jade plate slowly rose towards the sky. I don’t know when, everyone’s ears suddenly heard

There was a strange sound.

"Zizzizizi, click, click, click, click..."

This sound was very familiar to them, it was the sound of iron tools scraping on the ground.

He raised his eyes and looked around, and for a moment, he heard an exclamation from somewhere: "There! It's coming!"

"Wang Zhi?"

"Is it Wang Zhi?"

"Huh? Who is he?"

"This...is Wang Zhi?"

Is he Wang Zhi?

What they saw was a thin, thin young man in ragged clothes, bathing in the moonlight, staggering toward them. His hair was disheveled, and his face could not be seen clearly. He was hunched over, dragging a sword upside down, and the tip of the sword was lying on the ground.

As the young man moved forward, the sound they heard before came out.

"This must not be Wang Zhi!"

With the makeup of a beggar and the behavior of a lunatic, how could such a person be the official of Xichang?

Or maybe he is just Wang Zhi, just pretending to be a ghost?

It's totally unnecessary?

"Where did this madman come from!" A swordsman among the heroes who did not know his life and did not need to know his life flew out to face the strange young man: "Get out of here, otherwise grandpa will be rude to you!"

The swordsman's movement skills were also extremely fast. As he spoke, he came close to the young man and pointed the young man's shoulder with the scabbard in his hand. He just wanted to make the other person suffer and drive him away.

after...

He saw the disheveled hair and revealed one eye.

His eyes were lifeless, but the whites of his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. The dense bloodshot eyes seemed to be emitting a bloodthirsty red light.

In a blink of an eye, the swordsman saw another headless corpse. The clothes were very familiar, and the figure was also very familiar. The most familiar thing was the sword in the hand of the headless corpse, which was his own sword...

"careful!"

The swordsman finally heard someone shouting like this. Before he understood what to be "careful" about, his eyes were filled with darkness: "My neck hurts a little..."

It was almost time. Wang Zhi was wearing a tight and neat black robe, holding a jade fracture fan in her hand, pushed open the courtyard door, and walked out of the city. Behind her were Jin Wancai and Su Peng, with Su Peng in his arms.

Holding Yan Yuewei in her arms.

For tonight's battle, she felt that she had made complete preparations. And her so-called complete preparations probably meant that she had eaten a full meal, slept well, and had a pretty clear idea of ​​what she was going to face.

The origin of the right enemy.

There was nothing to prepare for. All he had to do was walk over and kill them, that's all.

In the past ten days, apart from listening to Su Peng and Jin Wancai "telling stories", she spent most of the time thinking about the quiet moonlight and the brilliant stars.

The martial arts knights and that unknown Eastern family were all killed by the sword, creating a martial arts myth of their own. From then on, everyone in the world was afraid of mentioning her name Wang Zhi, including Shaolin Wudang and the White Lotus Demon Cult.

We must follow her lead, Wang Zhima.
Chapter completed!