In the sky above Shuiyue Temple, an astonishing red crescent-shaped sword light more than thirty feet long suddenly flew out from Liu Mang's sword.
With the momentum of destroying the heaven and the earth, it grinded the void to the ground and slashed hard at the members of the Ba Jian Sect present!
Puff puff puff puff!
The sound of the sword cutting flesh was heard constantly.
Among those members of the Ba Jian Sect who were still domineering just now, there were five fifth-level members and four peak fourth-level members.
Even the famous old man with half-white hair had a look of fear on his face and was chopped into two pieces without any resistance!
The power of Liu Mang's sword was so terrifying that it shocked everyone in Shuiyue Temple.
"This donor, thank you..." Master Jingxin, who was covered in blood, wanted to say thank you to Liu Mang.
But when she saw that the other party just glanced at her, she turned around and left without any hesitation, disappearing from everyone's sight.
It's like it never appeared.
Only many disciples of Shuiyue An are left who are grateful and happy.
"With such a strong spirit and such a young age, apart from the leader of the League of Heroes, I really can't think of anyone else who can do it." said an old nun with half-white eyebrows.
"But the leader of the League of Heroes is tall and good-looking, so he is not such a fat man at all?" A young female nun asked doubtfully.
"Hey, this leader of the League of Heroes is good at the art of disguise. He once transformed into someone else at the Skyfire Conference." The old nun said with a smile.
"Since Donor Liu is unwilling to face us in his true form, he just doesn't want the news of his appearance here to be exposed. You must keep it a secret and not spread it outside." Master Jingxin ordered too seriously.
"Yes, host!" Other disciples responded one after another.
At this time, Liu Mang had already taken hold of his black rhinoceros and embarked on the road to Xincheng again.
The helping hand to Shuiyue An just now was just a casual one.
Only the disciples of Shuiyue An saw the scene, there were no other onlookers, and they probably didn't expect it to be them.
Liu Mang did not expect that someone in Shuiyue An had already guessed his identity.
That's because although he has changed his appearance, he still has a fatal flaw.
Even the incarnation of Yang Yi is not very old.
In the world, who else but Liu Mang can achieve such a level of cultivation at such an age?
Liu Mang galloped on his horse and passed through several large cities in the central region of the Central Plains.
In a blink of an eye, we arrived at the edge of the vast and endless cloud lake.
The width of Yuncai Lake is not much worse than that of Fushui.
The lake is famous for being extremely clear and calm, like a huge mirror that can clearly reflect the clouds in the sky.
Surrounding Yuncai Lake, there is an endless grassland and rolling green mountains.
The scenery is beautiful and refreshing, and it has always been a place that literati like to visit.
At that time, the Peony Fairy of Baihua Sword Sect and the Immortal Fairy of Bulao Mountain started a debate that lasted for three days and three nights by the lake.
On the edge of the lake, gorgeously decorated boats are moored from time to time, waiting for tourists from all over the world.
Once here, Liu Mang could no longer ride a horse.
He patted the rhino's butt and let it go. The rhino then rushed into the endless grassland without hesitation.
"Can this boat pass through Yuncai Lake?" Liu Mang asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, our boat is mainly engaged in lake tour business, and does not include crossing.
There is a big ferry over there, you can go and ask."
After hearing this, Liu Mang walked several hundred steps and came to another twenty-foot gray wooden boat.
After spending a tael of silver, we boarded the boat.
There were already many people sitting or standing on the boat.
Most of them were men and women with swords hanging from their waists.
In this troubled world, if you don’t have any skills, you don’t dare to go out.
Just saying that Liu Mang encountered several waves of bandits along the way.
However, the rhinoceros with the blood of alien beasts came and went like the wind, so they could only watch.
The fat man transformed by Liu Mang glanced around habitually and unexpectedly discovered an acquaintance.
This man looked to be about forty years old and was wearing gray cloth.
Dirty hair almost completely covered his face, revealing only a pair of extremely bright dark eyes.
It was Gao Qiutong, the sword madman who was famous in the martial arts world, sitting on the ground at the moment, carefully wiping his sword.
The people around him seemed to know how special he was, so they didn't dare to approach him, leaving a large open space around him.
When the sword madman is on the fifth level, he can challenge celebrities without dying, and his sword skills are even more superb.
At the Skyfire Conference, he hung Liu Mang and beat him, and he was also the first master to behead Liu Mang.
After the ten-move agreement, the hatred between this person and Chizhu Peak has been completely resolved, and there will be no further involvement.
Dao Kuang's aura at this moment has become even deeper than it was more than a year ago.
Liu Mang even felt that it wouldn't take long for this person to break through and become famous.
As a casual person without systematic training, one can imagine the talent of Sword Maniac.
Although they knew him, it was just acquaintance. Liu Mang had no intention of greeting him.
After the ferry had gathered enough passengers, it slowly sailed toward the center of the lake.
After sailing several hundred feet, Liu Mang frowned and looked towards the shore.
There were seven or eight figures there, walking on the water, rushing towards the ferry.
It's obvious that the person who came here is not good.
Everyone on the boat soon discovered this and couldn't help but whisper.
Many people couldn't help but hold onto the weapons at their waists, ready to defend themselves at any time.
Only a few "bang bang bang" sounds were heard, and a group of men wearing uniform black robes and carrying giant swords landed on the deck of the ship.
The expressions of other people on the boat changed.
Because the auras revealed by these seven men in black robes are extremely powerful, and the weakest one has five levels.
The two in the middle have reached the fifth level of peak cultivation, and are only one step away from entering the realm of celebrities.
A tall, ugly man came out and shouted loudly: "The Ba Jian Sect is doing business, please leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, if the sword has no eyes, you will not blame us if you die here!"
"What, Ba Sword Sect?"
"People from the Ba Jian Sect are not easy to mess with!"
"Forget it, don't wade into this muddy water."
The faces of other people on the boat became extremely ugly.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ever since Kong Huameng became the number one person in the world, Ba Jian Sect has become more and more arrogant in doing things, and there is a sense that those who follow me will prosper and those who go against me will perish.
But no one can do anything to them.
If you want to leave at this time, it is better for those with advanced skills to be able to walk on water.
Those with poor kung fu can only swim in the water.
Fortunately, here, it is only a few hundred feet away from the shore, so no one can be drowned.
A few splashes of water were heard, and some people were so decisive that they jumped into the water and left.
Compared to the possible danger to one's life, what's a little bit of embarrassment?
Of course, there were also talented and brave people who gathered at the stern of the boat, thinking that they might not be affected. Liu Mang was among them.
There was only one person who didn't move, and that was Sword Maniac.
He was still wiping his sword as if there was no one around.
I heard people from the Ba Jian Sect shouting: "Sword Maniac, hand over the Nine Tribulations Sword Technique!
Otherwise, this Yuncai Lake today will be your burial place!"
What answered him was a white, extremely fast sword light, which seemed to cut through the void.
The sword madman didn't hesitate and took action directly.
Moreover, in order not to hurt other people, he also flew to the water next to him with a whoosh.
"Where to go!"
The seven masters of the Ba Sword Sect surrounded Sword Mania on the water, and everyone walked on the water as if they were walking on flat ground.
‘Dang Dang Dang!’
'Boom boom!'
Without any nonsense, the two sides began a fierce confrontation.
Thick transparent water columns rose into the sky, and from time to time, various fish emerged from the water with their bellies turned over.
Dao Kuang is indeed brave.
Even if one person fights seven people of the same level, he is still unwilling to defend.
Zhaozhao adopts a desperate offensive style, which makes the people of Ba Jianzong very worried.
But this method did not last long. Under the airtight siege of Ba Jian Sect, Dao Kuang gradually fell into a disadvantage. There were many wounds on his body, and his clothes were dyed red with blood.
"It's hard to be crazy with swords."
"One person can defeat seven people. Even if he is defeated, he is still admirable."
"This Overlord Sword Sect is just like a robber, taking advantage of others all day long."
"Shh, please keep your voice down, don't you want to live anymore?"
People on the boat were talking a lot.
Seeing that there are more and more wounds on Dao Kuang's body, he is already on the verge of collapse. It is only a matter of time before he is defeated and captured.
Just when everyone sighed.
An invisible wave suddenly swept through the seven and five levels of the Sword Tyrant Sect, making their faces look frightened and their bodies stiffened involuntarily.
Dao Kuang's eyes lit up when he saw it.
A master like him is best at seizing opportunities. How could he miss such a good opportunity?
His body was like thunder and lightning, and his sword was like flowing light. He charged up a blow and struck it hard, the strongest fifth-level master of the Ba Sword Sect!
Only a scream was heard.
This unlucky fifth level was cut into two pieces just like the existence that broke through the Heng level in front of it!
The other six people woke up, but soon they were attacked by the inexplicable wave again, and their eyes couldn't help but show confusion.
Dao Kuang then worked hard to kill the other top five layer.
After that, the fluctuation did not appear again.
But these five members of the Sword Tyrant Sect were no longer the opponent of Sword Kuang. They were defeated one by one by him, and the whole group was destroyed here.
The corpse sank into the river and became food for fish and turtles in the future.
Dao Kuang got back on the ferry, clasped his fists and said loudly: "I don't know which master is helping me. I owe you my life. Can you please come out and see me?"
No one responded.
Dao Kuang looked at everyone on the boat.
There is a middle-aged man in brocade with a big belly, a young swordsman with a cold face, a beautiful woman with a charming smile, a white-haired old woman with a stooped body, and a fat man with an ordinary and kind face...
He couldn't tell at all who the expert was who just helped him.
Dao Kuang sighed, knowing that his benefactor was unwilling to expose his identity, so he stopped mentioning the matter.
One day later, the ferry passed Yuncai Lake smoothly.
Liu Mang also arrived, approaching the northern part of the Central Plains.
What happened today is just a microcosm.
Many masters of the Ba Sword Sect, such as the evil sword Lu Dun, the heavy sword Gu Shen, the fast sword Hua Manye and others, went all over the Zhao Kingdom to search for secrets for the sect master.
He was domineering and tyrannical, covering the sky with one hand, causing a bloody storm, which made people in the martial arts world dare to be angry but dare not speak out.
Only the top forces at the level of the ten sects are still safe for the time being.
But their good days are coming to an end soon.
Ba Sword Sect.
A man in red robe with thick eyebrows, big eyes, full beard and long hair shawl is sitting cross-legged on the futon with his eyes closed.
There were actually colorful lights flashing on its surface, and the surrounding air was constantly distorting, making a "cracking" sound.
On the ground around him, a pile of secret manuals familiar to everyone in the martial arts world were placed haphazardly like garbage.
Among these secrets are: Great Sun Golden Wheel Gong, Vast Sea Sword Technique, Crossing People Sword Technique, Fierce Fire Qi, Thunderbolt Divine Palm, etc. They are all secrets that are not passed down by the families of various sects.
I could only hear the man saying to himself: "Almost, or almost."
The man is none other than Kong Huameng, the leader of the Ba Jian Sect, who is recognized as the best master in the world.
Everyone knows how ambitious he is.
He is not satisfied with just breaking through the Grandmaster, but wants to become the strongest Grandmaster in history and surpass the ancients.
But this requires that every link before becoming a master, such as spiritual senses, inner skills, swordsmanship, mental state, etc., must be cultivated to an unprecedented flawless state.
The effort expended is hundreds of times that of ordinary people.
Kong Huameng suddenly opened his eyes and stepped three hundred feet outside the door.
The air currents around him surrounded him, as if they were helping him.
Let it walk at a speed that even reaches about three times the speed of sound!
Not long after, he crossed several cities and came to the ten closest sects to the Ba Jian Sect: Huan Zhen Guan.
The two gatekeepers who were really watching saw a black spot appear on the horizon and couldn't help but rub their eyes.
Then I felt a gust of wind blowing beside me, and I couldn't see anything anymore.
"What was that in the sky just now?"
"It seems like, is it a bird or a person?"
The two of them looked at each other, with a look of extreme horror in their eyes.
Kong Huameng, dressed in red robe, came to Huan Zhen Guan's lair with his hands behind his back.
He didn't make any cover-up, and the masters of Zhen Guan quickly discovered his presence.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Everyone couldn't help but fly out and surrounded it as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Kong Huameng, what do you want?" Taoist Priest Biyou, one of the Four True Masters, said coldly.
"I want to take a look at the True Self Sutra."
"What?!" Taoist Priest Biyou was shocked.
"Don't go too far!" Taoist Master Heilong was angry.
"This is the only way to fight!" Taoist Priest Yuzhen directly pulled out the sword from his waist, with fighting intent flashing in his eyes, expressing his attitude.
The True Self Sutra is the fundamental mental method of Huan Zhen Guan and the foundation of the establishment of the sect. How can it be handed over to the hands of an outsider?
Kong Huameng didn't speak or even make any movements. He just looked at the people who were watching Huan Zhen Guan without any emotion.
The grandmaster-level divine sense is overwhelming and can affect all things.
The audience actually felt drowsy and their eyelids gradually closed.
'bass!'
A sword roar woke everyone up.
A white-haired old man dressed in gray clothes, with a wine gourd and a sword hanging on his waist, slowly walked out of the sect's inner courtyard.
His aura was as straight as a peak, and his momentum was soaring to the sky, like a peerless sword about to be unsheathed.
It was none other than Taoist Master Dingfeng, the first of the Four Huanzhen Sons.
But when he saw Kong Huameng opposite him, his expression changed.
Because compared to half a year ago, the opponent has become more unfathomable, and the martial arts has actually improved completely.
It turns out that Kong Hua's dream gave him the feeling of an endless ocean.
So now, it is the vast and vast starry sky.
"It seems that you have touched that level, and it is no worse than Shao San before." Kong Huameng's tone was a little surprised: "I have changed my mind. In addition to the True Self Sutra, you must also surrender to me. Otherwise, today
Everyone present must die."
All the disciples of Huan Zhen Guan were furious and drew their swords one after another, wanting to fight Kong Huameng to the death.
Taoist priest Dingfeng raised his hand to stop them.
Against a master-level master like Kong Huameng, the human wave tactic has no effect.
He knew the meaning of Kong Hua's dream.
As long as you surrender to him today, your soul will be engraved with the traces of a loser, which will never be erased.
It will be difficult to resist the other party in this life, and he will no longer be a threat to Kong Huameng.
"Then use your sword to tell me the answer." Taoist Master Dingfeng said in a deep voice.
Kong Huameng finally took out the huge black sword from behind, which was two feet long and two feet wide.
The giant sword was not unsheathed, but the surging and terrifying sword intent made everyone feel their scalps numb and their foreheads hurt.
The black energy completely enveloped his body, and Taoist Master Dingfeng suddenly glowed with cyan light.
Two dazzling lights, one black and one green, flew into the sky, merged together in an instant and became inseparable from each other, and then suddenly separated after ten moves.
Cyan light and shadow fell on the ground.
Revealed was Taoist Master Dingfeng who was half kneeling on the ground. He was coughing out blood and his face was miserable. He already understood the outcome of himself and Huan Zhen Guan.
Kong Huameng's face was indifferent, and there was no sadness or joy in his eyes.
After he walked out of Huanzhen Temple, he said to himself with some disappointment: "It's not enough, it's still not enough."
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