As the terrifying thunder sounded, accompanied by strong winds, and then the pouring rain fell from the sky, the grass and trees flew, the branches swayed, the river began to boil, and the sky and the earth were a vast expanse of white.
"Drive...drive...drive!"
Under such heavy rain, there was a team of dozens of people, all wearing bamboo hats and raincoats, driving black horses, running quickly on the uneven grass, splashing patches of wet mud.
and dirty water.
In the direction they were walking, there was a peak nearly a thousand feet in front of them, standing majestically in the rain.
"Hurry, hurry up, we will reach Jiuqu Mountain!"
“If you go late, there won’t be a good seat!”
"Look, there are many people ahead!"
Everyone looked up.
In front of them, within sight of the naked eye, there were four or five different teams, also heading in the direction of Jiuqu Mountain.
Everyone was wearing coir raincoats, and hanging knives, swords and other weapons on their bodies. The minimum team consisted of a dozen people.
A group of teams kept a safe distance from each other in a tacit understanding. No one paid attention to anyone, and all they could see was the mountain peak in front of them.
Entering the foothills, a large amount of rain mixed with silt rolled down quickly, and the mountain road was rugged and narrow, making it unsuitable for horses to be brought up.
Everyone put the horses on the spot without any hesitation and tied them to the trees.
Either using light skills or using footwork, he rushed to the top of the mountain at a high speed, and his speed was actually no slower than riding a horse.
The top of Jiuqu Mountain was already crowded with people.
Except for leaving a large open space at the top, the circles radiating downward from this open space were filled with people.
Except for a small number of ancient pavilions that already exist, which can provide shelter from wind and rain, they are obviously occupied by powerful forces.
The forces occupying the pavilions include monks wearing gray, blue robes and yellow cassocks, as well as men and women wearing gorgeous brocade robes, swords hanging from their waists, and confident and high-spirited faces.
There are scholars wearing silk scarves and white robes who look elegant, knights carrying broad black swords behind them, and people from foreign lands with strange patterns embroidered on their faces and necks...
Most people could only hold flower umbrellas or wear raincoats and were exposed to the strong wind and heavy rain. Their faces were covered with rainwater, and it was difficult to even open their eyes. The clothes inside must have been soaked.
But no one wanted to leave this place, all eyes were fixed on the open space in the center of the top, as if expecting something.
Although the wind and rain were strong, it could not hide the enthusiastic communication among everyone.
"Tell me, who will win this competition?"
"Does that need to be said? Of course she is the world-famous Valkyrie! Since the disappearance of the Grand Master, she has been recognized as the best martial arts master in the world. Even Hu Zhenpeng, the lord of the ghost town, cannot perform a hundred moves under her!"
"That's hard to say. After all, Xue Chushan, the Northern Desert State Master, has cultivated the Dragon Elephant Kung Fu to an unprecedented tenth level, and is even more powerful than the founder of the law a thousand years ago.
Ordinary grandmasters can't even take ten moves under him! Rumor has it that he has also entered the realm of a great master!"
"Do you really think this is an ordinary competition? This time is Northern Desert's test of my Daqiu! If the Valkyrie loses, there will probably be an army immediately on the border, and there will be a river of blood and a loss of life!"
"Hey, the sky is falling because there are tall people watching, what are we little people worried about?"
"Don't forget, I, Daqiu, also have the Immortal Cultivation Academy. I have a profound foundation and never take action easily. With such strength, how can a mere Northern Desert Imperial Master be able to provoke me? It's ridiculous that a small fly can shake a big tree..."
Before the last person who spoke had finished speaking, a sudden change occurred.
boom!
A boulder the size of a stone mill suddenly flew quickly from not far away and smashed into the center of a group of people!
Countless muddy water and gravel were splashed, causing a few unlucky people to scream and dodge.
"His grandma's, who is it?"
"Which bastard threw it!"
"Stand up for me!"
'Ding-deng-deng!'
'Ding-deng-deng!'
From below, a sound like an approaching iron horse came, suppressing the sound of heavy rain and wind for a moment, attracting everyone on the top of the mountain to look.
I could see that hundreds of strong men with naked upper bodies and unusually large bodies were coming here in a mighty manner.
Each of them has arms thicker than ordinary people's thighs, and their waists are more than three times as wide as ordinary people.
With a cold face, earrings and nose rings, black Buddhist beads around his neck, and strange patterns engraved on his body, he was armed with giant axes, maces and other large weapons, just like a group of ferocious beasts.
"I, the National Preceptor of the Northern Desert, am a god-like figure. How can you, a young man like you, be able to say whatever you want?" The leader, a black-faced man who was ten feet tall, stood out even among the many men, sneered disdainfully.
.
Everyone on the top of the mountain changed their expressions and looked towards the center where the big men were gathered.
There was a large mahogany sedan with exquisite carvings, which was carried high by eight big men. The door of the sedan was blocked by a pearl curtain, so it was not clear who was inside.
But combined with the appearance of these big men, the identity of the person in the sedan is ready to be revealed.
Some people are not afraid. After all, the person in the sedan has a distinguished status and is unlikely to take action now.
So he boldly shouted: "It's so majestic. Those who don't know it would think that the Northern Desert has already unified the world!"
"I don't know if there is a way to rule the world, but killing some talkative women is easy!" the black-faced strong man said with a cruel smile.
"Only you?"
A thin figure flew out nimbly and stood in front of the black-faced strong man without fear.
But I saw him, wearing a red bamboo hat and a gray raincoat. He was short in stature. Because of the heavy rain, I couldn't see his face clearly.
He opened his arms slightly, and two silver swords slid out along the back of his hands, each extending about three feet.
Even in this bad weather, the icy cold light of the tip of the stick and sword could not be concealed.
"This is Hell Yaksha Fei Baoluo, a master who has been on the Dragon Ranking!
Although I only got off the list once, but since the great master taught martial arts to the world more than thirty years ago, everyone's martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds, and it is now much more difficult to get on the list than in the past!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Fei Baoluo is a fifth-level master with many years of experience. He is probably not yet forty years old. It is unknown whether he will be able to break through to the top in the future!"
"No matter how powerful he is, he is still a little reckless. If the man in the sedan takes action, he won't be able to block a single move!"
"If the Valkyrie doesn't appear, the people in the sedan will not come out. You can rest assured about this."
The black-faced strong man sneered disdainfully: "What bullshit hell yaksha, in front of me, you are like a dead dog!"
"you wanna die!"
Hell Yaksha shouted sharply and flew towards the black-faced strong man without hesitation!
All the onlookers present, as well as the other strong men from foreign lands surrounding the sedan, watched indifferently, without any desire to intervene.
All I could see was that Hell Yaksha was like a ghostly shadow, shuttling back and forth in the wind and rain.
The stick sword stretched out from the back of his hand pierced out two astonishing black sword lights, each of which was five feet long, cutting the heavy rain in the sky into one section after another. He was a top fifth-level swordsman!
However, facing the powerful attack of Hell Yaksha, the black-faced strong man just raised his hands in disdain.
A pair of palms turned into a light golden color in an instant, and the temperature on them seemed to be so high that the raindrops that approached turned into white mist.
The strong man with a black face was clearly going to take the sword with his bare hands!
There was a hint of annoyance in Hell Yaksha's eyes, and he kept stabbing the black-faced strong man's neck, eyes, heart and other tricky places with his sword.
But the strong man with a black face did not panic, and his hands were tightly guarded.
The two contestants have completely different styles, one is as fast as the wind, and the other is as motionless as a mountain.
From time to time, dazzling golden sparks burst out in the sky, mixed with the heavy rain and white mist, giving it a dreamy and wonderful feeling.
But as time goes by, the gap between the two gradually widens. Even a three-year-old child can probably tell who is falling behind.
"This foreign man, whose reputation has never been heard before, can actually have such strength! Is the level of martial arts in the Northern Desert really that advanced?"
"Fifth level of external skills, coupled with unfathomable palm skills, the most important thing is that this guy looks very young, and his future is limitless!"
"not good!"
At the competition site, only a scream of "ah" could be heard.
Hell Yaksha's entire body flew back like a cannonball, knocking down five or six big trees one after another before finally falling to the ground helplessly.
"You are vulnerable." There was a hint of ridicule on the face of the strong man with a black face, "I just put a little more force on you, and you fell down."
Seeing this, many people present took a deep breath.
It's not because I believe the bragging of a black-faced brawny man.
But just now, many of them saw that the black-faced strong man suddenly sped up his movements by three points, so that he could deliver a decisive blow to Hell Yaksha Fei Paolo.
It was like he had been playing before.
This made many people's evaluation of the black-faced brawny man's strength quickly rise a lot.
"It is estimated that even if he is a famous figure, it will take a lot of effort to win over him." Some people on the field thought.
"If all of you in the Central Plains are like this, I advise you to surrender to us as soon as possible, so that you can be promoted to a higher position in the future and enjoy endless glory and wealth!" The black-faced strong man then started to laugh at the crowd.
"You silly man, don't sit in a well and look at the sky. Let me come and meet you!"
Another martial artist couldn't help but jump out, a mysterious man wearing black armor and a golden helmet.
"Okay! It's a mighty general, the barbarian will definitely lose!"
However, under the expectant eyes of everyone.
The mighty general who looked good in appearance could not survive twenty moves without any support from the strong man in the North Desert. He was hit by the opponent's palm and fell to his knees on the ground. Most of the armor on his chest was broken and he was vomiting blood.
Next, masters who were well-known in the martial arts world came out one after another, but none of them could compete with the strong men in the North Desert.
Not even one of them could last as long as the previous Hell Yaksha.
"Is your Central Plains martial arts community only at this level?"
"Arrogant!"
I saw an old monk wearing a golden cassock jumping out of a rain pavilion.
He was holding a Zen staff that seemed to weigh forty or fifty kilograms. He slashed the staff forward at will, and suddenly there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and a white arc-shaped air wave visible to the naked eye!
"Let me come and meet you!" The old monk and the strong man from Beimo started a fierce fight in the blink of an eye.
"It's the head of Luohan Hall in Lantao Temple, Master Jie Chi!" the crowd onlookers exclaimed excitedly.
"This guy must be taught a lesson!"
When it comes to the overall reputation of the Central Plains martial arts community, big sects like Lantao Temple can't help but take action.
'Pong Pong Pong!'
'Bang bang bang!'
'Boom boom!'
This time the black-faced strong man did not dare to be careless and took out his weapons, which were two seven-foot wind-splitting knives covered with serrations.
The two fought fiercely.
Mud was splashing everywhere, grass and trees were flying, and raindrops were flying everywhere, leaving tiny holes in the ground.
After a hundred moves, a golden figure suddenly stepped back dozens of steps, and then blood started to flow from the corner of his mouth, making everyone lose their voice.
The highly respected Luohan Hall in Lantao Temple lost to this unknown black-faced man!
"Haha, in this huge Central Plains martial arts world, I can't even find anyone who can beat me!" The black-faced man laughed wildly, "I can't tell, I have to let your Valkyrie take action!"
Everyone present had angry expressions on their faces, and some people who were originally self-respecting were about to make a move, but after seeing the sedan, they dejectedly stopped their thoughts.
'call out!'
At this moment, a white light shot out, streaking across the sky like a meteor, and shot towards the face of the strong black-faced man!
The strong man with a black face looked shocked and hurriedly waved his knife to stop him.
'when!'
He barely blocked the white light, but his right hand was still shaking, and blood was flowing from his wrist.
The white light fell on the muddy ground, and it was obviously just an ordinary folding fan.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Who is it? Get out of here!" the black-faced strong man roared, his eyes full of vigilance.
'Da da da.'
A thin figure walked up slowly, and even the strong wind and rain could not cover up the sound of his footsteps, which was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
"Who are you? Which sect do you come from?" The strong man with a black face asked in confusion when he saw this man's face.
"I have no sect, I am just a little book boy in this world." The other party smiled, showing his snow-white teeth.
He was wrapped in light blue plain clothes, with a bun on his head, a red dot on his forehead, red lips and white teeth. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old.
A pair of clean white cloth shoes will remain spotless even in the wind and rain.
"Really?" The black-faced strong man laughed ferociously, holding a wind-splitting serrated knife in one hand and slashing at the book boy mercilessly.
The book boy's expression remained unchanged, he took out an ancient blue book from his lapel, and used it as his weapon, swatting the blade of the Splashing Wind Knife like mosquitoes.
At the same time, the white shoes tap lightly on the ground, like a lively butterfly dancing.
Although the black-faced strong man tried his best, he couldn't even touch the collar of the little book boy.
'Snapped!'
The ancient blue book was thrown in the face of the strong black-faced man, causing him to take a step back.
The little book boy took this opportunity to step forward and gently pressed his white hands on the other person's chest, which looked extremely hard.
'puff!'
The strong man with a black face vomited blood and shot it three feet away.
And when his knees softened, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground, and it was difficult to get up for a while!
The ancient blue book that hit him just now also returned to the book boy's hand like a juggle.
He wiped it carefully before putting it back in his arms.
The scene was completely silent. Everyone looked at this unfamiliar book boy in shock and was speechless.
So many famous heroes, including the head of the Rotten Peach Temple, were defeated miserably at the hands of this barbarian.
Who would have thought that it would be a so-called book boy who would help them get back on their feet.
"Who are you?" the black-faced strong man asked reluctantly.
"I told you, a book boy." The other party replied matter-of-factly.
"Are you Sun Wushen's scholar?" At this time, a hoarse voice came out from the sedan chair carried by many big men.
The sound was like a bell ringing, and for a moment it drowned out the rolling thunder in the sky. This shows that the master's skill is profound, and he may have entered the realm of transformation.
The little book boy replied without fear: "I am the lady's book boy, but she is not Sun Wushen."
The words just fell.
A slender figure has appeared silently in the center of the competition venue.
Within three feet of her, the pouring rain could not reach her, as if a vacuum had suddenly been created.
This made everyone's eyes widen, and some people couldn't help but rub it for fear that they were hallucinating.
"Miss!" the little book boy shouted in surprise.
"Xue Chushan, I'm here, you can come out and compete." A clear female voice then sounded.
"You are not Sun Wushen."
"She is not the only one in this world who can defeat you."
"You are indeed worthy of my help. What is your name?"
"Remember my name, Liu Sifu."
"good!
If I capture you, she will definitely show up!"
boom!
The wooden sedan suddenly exploded, and a powerful figure like a wild ancient beast suddenly flew out!