Chapter 441 The Zhenwu Sword comes down the mountain, and thousands of enemies fight for it
The next day, Qin Mengyao left alone.
Naturally, it caused a lot of discussion again. This was the first person who could stay at Murong's house for a day.
Jin Bingyun's stay did not cause too many noises. After all, Duanlang's words about Madam yesterday made the matter very clear.
Compared with Qin Mengyao's fame, she is far behind.
Of course, since yesterday, Jin Bingyun's fame has been spreading at an extremely fast speed.
Another wife of Li Daoqiang and a disciple of Cihang Jingzhai, they are famous all over the world alone, let alone the two together.
Time passes day by day, and the world is still turbulent. If you give up, I will appear, and heroes from all walks of life emerge in endlessly, each leading the way.
However, as time goes by, and the date of the battle on Banjiang Island gets closer and closer, most of the powerful eyes of the countries in China, including those outside the customs, are gradually turning their attention to the increasingly turbulent Jiangnan.
The gathering of wind and cloud attracts the attention of the whole world.
Countless people from the world, children of aristocratic families, and even some so-called high-ranking officials and nobles, flocked to Lanjiang Island.
The day after tomorrow is not as good as a dog, and the day after tomorrow is all over the place. An ordinary master can only tremble slightly.
Top Grandmasters can create a wave.
Only an extremely strong person can stir up the turbulence in this gathering of storms.
At this time, with Lanjiang Island as the center, this is the situation.
The number of martial arts people gathered around Murong's house in Qixingtang was also decreasing rapidly, and they rushed to Lanjiang Island one after another.
There are still seven days left before the due date.
The moonlight is in the sky, under the bright moon, on a mountain peak that is not high.
He is still dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing a silver cloak, with a face as perfect as jade, a tall figure, and a strange magical power, like a demon king who has come to the world.
The quiet world around him was enveloped in his aura, and not even the moonlight could obscure his charm at all.
Just one glance can make everyone who sees it unforgettable.
"Master, the news is confirmed. She has entered Murong Mansion and has not come out." Quietly, Fang Yeyu came to the figure and said respectfully from about half a foot away.
The devil-like figure closed his eyes lightly without any fluctuation, as if he didn't care at all.
"No need to stare anymore."
It sounded calm and indifferent, but also seemed to have a ruthless and indifferent voice.
Fang Yeyu raised his eyebrows slightly, showing confusion and a bit of anger.
That woman should obviously belong to the master, but now...
But what puzzled him even more was why the master was so calm?
Also, the woman disappeared earlier, why was she suddenly not found?
There are too many doubts that remain unanswered.
But he didn't dare to ask more questions, and he knew that some things were beyond his control.
His thoughts changed rapidly, and he bowed respectfully and responded: "Yes."
When there was no movement, he left and quickly disappeared.
"It seems that you are ready."
After a while, in the silence, an unusually gentle voice suddenly sounded.
No figure, no trace, as if he had never appeared.
The devil-like figure opened his eyes, Pang Ban's expression remained unchanged, as if he had known it for a long time, he said calmly: "You are here."
"I'm here, I hope you can succeed." The unusually gentle voice spoke again.
"Of course." Pang Ban said calmly without hesitation, as if he was saying another normal little thing.
The unusually gentle voice was quiet for a few breaths before it sounded again: "Woman from Cihang Jingzhai, have you given up?"
"You would also care about this kind of thing?" Pang Ban said calmly.
"I don't care, but that person has become the biggest obstacle. How sure are you of plotting against him?
Both I and the Great Khan want to know." The gentle voice sounded a little more serious.
Pang Ban didn't speak, and was silent for a long time. Then he spoke, with a hint of coldness in his tone: "We'll know when the time comes."
The gentle voice fell silent, and the atmosphere became somewhat depressing.
There seemed to be a silent communication going on between the two.
The silence continued. I don't know how long it took, but the world returned to normal, and the figure was gone.
Wudang Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, just like a fairyland.
Zixiao Palace.
The tall stone statue at the top and center is majestic, with a sword lying across its palm.
A sword that doesn't look out of the ordinary, just a bit primitive.
It seems to have always been there, never moving.
Disciples who have been in Wudang for more than ten years will know that the sword has been there untouched for more than ten years.
And disciples who have been in Wudang for decades will also know that the sword has been there untouched for decades.
But regardless of whether the sword had been touched or not, no disciple of Wudang dared to be disrespectful.
Even the eyes he looked at were filled with reverence.
this day.
Above the sword, a hand appeared.
He is broad, does not look young, but is unusually calm.
He gently touched the blade of the sword with his palm, picking it up gently and leaving it as if treating a friend.
Not long after, a person walked into the empty Zixiao Palace and glanced at it casually.
Suddenly, his face froze and he stared at the palm of the stone statue.
His body trembled slightly, as if he thought of something, and emotions such as excitement, excitement, worry, heaviness, etc. flashed through him quickly.
Taking a deep breath, he bowed respectfully to the stone statue.
Turn around and look outside the hall.
The excitement has not yet calmed down.
Looking at the endless mountains and rivers outside the main hall, I just feel overwhelmed.
Master has come down the mountain!
Zhenwu Sword has also gone down the mountain!
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There are still two days left before the duel.
Murong family.
Li Daoqiang left with several figures.
At this time, all the martial arts people around Murong's family had disappeared.
"Master, this is the latest person who has been discovered." On the way out not long ago, Duan Lang came quickly and respectfully presented a list to Li Daoqiang.
Li Daoqiang took it and took a look.
Song Que, the Heavenly Sword.
Wu Zun Bi Xuan.
Master Cai Lin, the master of Yi Jian.
The evil spirits are as powerful as the sea.
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The names of more than ten peerless powerful men are listed above.
The people coming here are really becoming more and more lively.
Li Daoqiang smiled with interest, casually shredded the list, and looked in the direction of Banjiang Island.
A ray of excitement and anticipation flashed through.
He has been waiting for a long time.
He took long strides, as if he was about to cross mountains and rivers.
Several people behind him quickly followed.
Lanjiang Island.
This is not a very famous person. It was originally a little famous because of the Wrathful Dragon Clan, and to this day, its reputation is spread all over the world.
The island itself is still not surprising, what is surprising is the people who have arrived and what is about to happen.
This day.
A small boat appeared on the endless river.
It's like turning on some switch.
Small boats, large boats, trees, willow branches and other tools for crossing the river appeared one after another on the river, densely packed like ants gathering together, heading towards the central island.
Thousands of boats quarreled in the current, as if they were crossing the river, which shocked people's hearts.