The ancestral home of the military strategist and the martial arts temple.
In the Martial Arts Temple, the main worshiper is the Soldier Ancestor, followed by Ding Muchen, Han Xin and other saints known as the Four Saints of Military Masters. In addition, there are also ten sages of the Martial Temple and seventy-two generals. In the Martial Temple,
Golden statues with a majestic and murderous aura stand one after another. Each one is lifelike, enjoying the incense of the human world and the murderous aura of military strategists gathered from the three realms.
Being able to enter the Martial Arts Temple and rank among the many saints in the Martial Arts Temple has always been the dream of military men.
At this time, a new golden statue stood among the seventy-two generals outside the Martial Temple. It ranked high and actually entered the top 20. There are only a handful of such people among military strategists. This statue is lifelike.
He looked like a middle-aged man with a full beard, wearing a short shirt, a tattered cloak behind him, and a long sword on his back. His expression was leisurely but somewhat murderous and majestic.
"Shua~~~"
A man walked out from the golden statue. He seemed to enjoy the honor of being worshiped by heaven and earth. He took a deep breath and walked out of the Martial Temple. Outside the Martial Temple, two military saints were watching the general trend of the world around the water tank. In fact,
With the ability of the two saints, they can understand everything in the lower world at a casual glance, but they still gather around the water tank and look at the sky with the water moon, which is more lively.
"Tsk tsk!"
Han Xin turned around and saw the sloppy man walking out of the Martial Arts Temple. He smiled and said, "Congratulations to Tang Jianxian for entering the Martial Arts Temple. This entry is even higher than your old man's ranking back then. Congratulations!"
Tang Guangjun clasped his fists, with an extremely respectful look on his face, and said: "Thank you so much, Soldier Immortal, and thank you, the leader. Without your planning, Tang Guangjun would never have the new life in front of him."
"It's good to know."
Ding Muchen's spiritual body turned around and looked at Tang Guangjun, saying: "Your physical body has just been reshaped not long ago, and your soul is not too stable. This Thirteenth Realm... is a bit papery. If you don't enjoy worship in the divine position, eat more."
Light incense, what are you doing out here now? Could it be that you want to walk around the ancestral court a few times and show off?"
"Not really."
Tang Guangjun looked down at the lower realm and frowned: "The mountain master is planning to kill Chenfeng in the Muntjac Forest. Although there are Zhizhi and Yu Wanning in charge, Chenfeng is the demon king after all, and he is also a sword cultivator. Maybe there will be someone there.
His life was changed by Chenfeng, Tang Guangjun is not talented, and he is the last worshiper in the mountain top garden... Although it is indeed comfortable to eat cold pig head meat in the martial arts temple, I still want to go to the lower realm to help the mountain master!"
"Think about it!"
Ding Muchen said in a deep voice: "If you go, once you are killed, you will never come back. If your soul dies again, it will be very weak. Even if Han Xin and I try our best to practice for hundreds of years, we can't save it.
If I kill you, of course I won’t save you. After all, the friendship isn’t that deep yet, so you have to think clearly.”
"Know."
Tang Guangjun smiled and said: "But I am the right-hand man of the mountain master, junior brother, and the master will save him."
"Damn it!"
Ding Muchen suddenly kicked Tang Guangjun on the butt, and said with an angry smile: "After Yin Shen becomes a saint, I will give you what you can do. Go if you want, but remember, just draw the sword, don't fight hard, others will fight to the death.
You still have a chance, but you, Tang Guangjun, have no chance. As soon as you die in the lower realm, your throne in the upper realm will immediately collapse."
"Yes, Tang Guangjun remembers it!"
The sloppy man grinned and said: "Master, my Dengtian is still enshrined on the Yao Clan's ancestral mountain. Now I don't have a sword in my hand. Please ask the master to give me Tang Guangjun a sword. I will return it when I use it."
"
"snort!"
Ding Muchen smiled and said: "Go to the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb in the back mountain and look for it. You can pull out any sword that resonates with your heart, even the sword left by the Bing Ancestor. If you have the ability, just take it.
A handful, not a lot."
"okay!"
Tang Guangjun once again cupped his fists and thanked you, then looked at Bingxian and said: "Tang Guangjun once again thanks Bingxian for saving his life."
"get out."
"yes!"
Tang Guangjun kept his clasped fist posture, raised his head and glanced at Han Xin again, but did not leave.
"What are you waiting for?"
The Bingxian was surprised: "Wait until Lin Zhao finishes fighting?"
"without."
Tang Guangjun said: "If the Bingxian is not Yin and Yang, I always feel that there is something wrong with me, and I feel quite awkward when I leave."
"Tsk, tsk."
Han Xin sneered and said: "Go away now, don't die in the lower realm again. It's embarrassing to die in the lower realm for the thirteenth level of the martial arts temple. Moreover, I have never married a wife in my life. I will die without knowing what a woman is like. It's very pitiful."
"
"oops!"
Tang Guangjun slapped his forehead and said with a smile: "Now it's all done. Let's go. I'll treat you two to a drink when I come back. If everything goes well, after the mountain master breaks through the Demon Clan's ancestral mountain, I, Tang Guangjun, will take the lead in catching a few bulges -
The sexy witch is back to make the master and the soldier feel happy!"
"Get out!"
The Soldier Saint and the Soldier Immortal sent Tang Guangjun off with one kick.
The mountain behind the ancestral court of the military strategist is the tomb of Wan Jian.
This huge tomb is covered with long swords, which are the weapons of the ancestors of military strategists in the long history. Some of these sages are still alive, but most of them are no longer alive, so these long swords have become the ancestors of military strategists.
Due to the opportunity of the court, only with the permission of the head of the Military Saint can one enter the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords to choose a sword, and this honor now falls on Tang Guangjun's head.
"Um?"
Stepping on the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, Tang Guangjun took a fancy to the crimson long sword on the top of the tomb. It was the sword worn by Bing Zu when he was young. It is said that Bing Zu held this sword and swept across the world, helping the emperor win the world's eight hundred
Years ago, this sword had killed many immortals on the mountain. It was called Zhu Xian. It was a divine sword from the upper realm with extremely murderous intent. Although it was not ranked among the ten swords in the world from the lower realm, its killing power exceeded that of the Xunlu Sword. Moreover,
, Tang Guangjun liked this name deeply.
He walked towards the Killing Immortal Sword step by step. Men must be imposing, and wine must be the strongest. Women must choose the most beautiful ones. For this sword, naturally, the most murderous ones must be chosen!
Over there at the ancestral court.
Ding Muchen frowned: "This bitch isn't going to get Bingzu's sword, is he?"
"Hahaha~~"
Soldier Immortal Han Xin looked gloating: "I didn't expect that this guy actually resonates with the sword of the Soldier Ancestor. Just wait for the old man to apologize when he comes back!"
Ding Muchen touched his nose and said, "Master Bing Zu is highly respected and won't care about me. Just wait until Tang Guangjun comes back and send him over for a good beating."
…
Muntjac forest.
The moment a wisp of green bamboo leaves flew past, Chen Feng became alert. He shouted angrily, swept his sword across, and shouted: "Lin Zhujie, you thief!"
"Peng!"
The sword light shattered and struck a circular sword-gang barrier. It was Lin Zhao's hidden dragon in the abyss. In order to kill Chenfeng, Lin Zhao had once again exploded level 1. Well, it's a level. Take some time to brush it up later.
Just brush it. Once the Demon Clan Ancestral Mountain is conquered, won’t the Ancestral Mountain become the leveling place for human players from now on?
"Do it!"
Lin Zhao instantly slashed out with his sword in a horizontal sword style, instantly stunning Chenfeng's body on the spot.
In the wind, Zhi Zhi and Tong Yu drew their swords together, and the sword light raged away, but they all hit Chen Feng's sword gang. Only wisps of broken sword gang fragments were seen, but they could not penetrate the sword gang.
A wisp of breeze lingers around Jian Gang, making it extremely difficult to break through.
Chenfeng is the proud disciple of Kunpeng Demon Ancestor. He is the only Demon King of the Thirteenth Realm Sword Cultivator in the Demon Clan. He has outstanding talent. The refined wind of the Three Realms has also made him the leader of Wuwu Mountain in the upper realm. Baicheng
During the ten years of the war, Chenfeng killed and seriously injured countless cultivators in the upper five realms of the human race. He was present in every battle. The fact that Chenfeng was able to survive for ten years was enough to prove his ability.
It’s difficult to kill Chenfeng!
But once Chen Feng is killed, the demon clan will lose a general!
"court death?!"
Chen Feng's sword light flickered, and wisps of sword energy burst out, quickly attacking Gao Zhi, Tong Yu, and even though the two human female sword immortals joined forces, they still couldn't block Chen Feng's sharp edge!
"Whoosh!"
A ray of fire flashed between Lin Zhao's fingers, and after igniting a divine speed talisman, he instantly came under Chen Feng, slashed through the sky with a sword, rising dragon, and lifted Chen Feng's elusive figure.
Flying in mid-air, at this moment, a thunder-like sound came from the distance. Yu Wanning was filled with majestic fist energy, and landed heavily on Chenfeng's abdomen with a punch from the air, scattering countless sword beams.
Where Chen Feng raised his head, wisps of water transport condensed between the sky and the earth, turning into a small water transport world for Lin Xingchu. Immediately, Chen Feng couldn't help but feel chilled. He could already feel the murderous intention of Lin Zhao and others towards him. This battle
, the other party would not give up until he killed him. For a moment, the wildness in Chenfeng's heart was ignited.
If you want to kill me, Chen Feng, do you have enough people?
He let out a low roar and swung his long sword, and an extremely blazing storm of sword intent suddenly formed around him. Not to mention Zhang Luobai, Zhuang Yirong, and even Tong Yu found it difficult to approach. Only Gao Zhi and Yu Wanning could not get close.
People can get close to the dust and wind and deal with it.
"Stay away!"
After Lin Zhao was forcibly pushed away by the strong wind, he loudly said: "Tong Yu, Luo Bai, you two just use your flying swords from a distance to help the battle. Don't get close to avoid being killed. Yi Rong, just stay away and watch the battle!"
"
With that said, Lin Zhao directly activated his skills and rushed into the strong wind again. The sword intention of the Eternal Sword Sutra continued to explode. In the sky, he was the Shenjian-style sky-holding frame. The sea energy rushed into the galaxy and killed Chenfeng together. In this battle, everyone
Everyone must go all out, otherwise they will not be able to kill Chen Feng!
In the blink of an eye, a series of sword wounds appeared on Chenfeng's body, but Gao Zhi and Yu Wanning were not having a good time either. The sword energy that carried the wind of the three realms caused many wounds, especially on Yu Waning's chest and neck.
, there are traces of injuries on both arms and legs. Fortunately, the vitality of the martial artist in the rebirth realm is strong, but even this cannot last long. After all, Chen Feng's sword energy is extraordinary, and if he is not careful, he will be injured to the point of no recovery.
Already.
…
Lin Zhao was extremely anxious. The battle had lasted for more than 60 seconds. This battle could only be fought quickly, otherwise the demon clan would rush to help and it would be more troublesome. He frowned and planned to explode the level for the second time, but just
At this moment, suddenly there was a bloody light in the sky above his head.
"laugh!"
Someone split open a bloody heavenly gate with a sword.
In the Tianmen, a figure with the seal of heaven and earth floated down, holding a blood-red fairy sword, wearing a short shirt, a tattered cloak behind him hunting in the wind, holding a weed in his mouth, his appearance was slightly ugly and sloppy
