Two hundred and fortieth IX victory or defeat in a moment
Everything returned to calm and the smoke dissipated, but I saw a figure standing in the middle, as strong as a pine tree and as tall as Mount Tai. The hazy figure exuded a heart-stopping chill.
Five feet in front of the figure, a man was kneeling on his left knee with his head lowered. A simple and desolate long knife was inserted in front of him. A slender white hand was tightly grasped on the handle of the knife. His whole body was filled with fierce emotions.
murderous look
The one standing... the one kneeling... could it be that he actually won? Seeing this scene, everyone who witnessed this peak battle with Xin opened their mouths wide, stared wide-eyed, and could not speak for a long time.
The famous martial arts figures and leaders of various sects under the right wall of the peak also had disbelieving looks in their eyes. Ling Xiaoyun jumped up from his seat, his lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word. No one knew him better than him.
In his opinion, his father would never be defeated by the power of his father's ninth sword, even if the opponent was the head of the Ouyang family, but...
"Haha..." There was a burst of laughter in the venue. Although Ouyang Wang was hit with a huge wound on his chest that was as deep as the bone, he smiled boldly. He was very proud that he took the ninth thunder knife, a step between life and death.
Even though he was far away, he finally got over it
It took a long time for the wild laughter to stop, and Ouyang Wanglang said loudly: "Although the ninth thunder sword is powerful, but... you are still a little short of defeating me!" He turned around and said to the people outside the court: "From now on, the North
The overlord of the martial arts world is my Ouyang family!"
At this moment, Ling Juechen, who was covered in blood, was kneeling on one knee, with the knife inserted into the ground in front of him. He slowly raised his head with the aura of a strong man, his long and messy gray hair dancing in the wind, his face remained calm, and there was a hint of bright red at the corner of his mouth.
Against the backdrop of his pale face, he looks so eye-catching
"Do you really think that my ninth sword is so easy to resolve?" Ling Juechen stood up calmly with the knife in hand. He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. A faint smile appeared on his face, as if he was mocking Ouyang Wang's self-righteousness.
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"What do you mean by that?" Ouyang Wang stared at Ling Juechen, trying to see something on his face, but he was disappointed. Ling Juechen was calm and calm, and he couldn't see anything at all.
Come
The onlookers were stunned. In a sudden turn of events, could it be that the loser was not Ling Juechen, but Ouyang Wang?
Zen Master Dabei and Taoist Wuchen looked at each other and showed a knowing smile. Perhaps only the two of them knew the true result of the competition.
Ling Juechen smiled, with a look of exhaustion on his face, and said nothing. He held the world's number one killing knife in his hand - Jingzhe and walked slowly towards the people under the right wall.
"Father!" Ling Xiaoyun rushed forward, took the Jingzhe knife, and supported Ling Juechen
In the field, only Ouyang Wang stood blankly with a pale face. He didn't know what he was thinking. Ouyang Qianyu, three old people and two middle-aged people from the Ouyang family silently walked to Ouyang Wang's side.
Ouyang Wang looked up at the bright moon in the sky. After a long time, he sighed, turned around and walked down the mountain.
Those who are supposed to win don't seem to have half the joy that a winner should have, and those who lose don't have a trace of the frustration and decadence of a loser. What's going on? On the top of Luoyan Peak, the biting chill gradually dissipates, and the top
Thousands of experts in the world of ancient martial arts were stunned on the spot.
Who is the real winner? Apart from the parties involved, I am afraid that only a few innate-level experts can see some clues.
On a remote trail at the foot of Huashan Mountain, three black cars were parked. Ouyang Wang and his entourage appeared on the trail. Ouyang Wang came to a car with a tired expression. He was covered in blood and had a horrific stab wound on his chest.
, giving people a kind of fear that strangers should not approach
Opening the car door and about to get in, "Wow!" Ouyang Wang suddenly screamed, shaking all over, followed by Canopy! Canopy! Canopy! Canopy!... There were eight sounds in a row, and eight overbearing purple sword auras rushed from his body.
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The car in front of him bore the brunt of the impact, and was instantly chopped into scrap metal by several sword blasts. The poor driver inside didn't even figure out what happened, and didn't even have time to scream.
The Ouyang family is "totally loyal"
Several more sword lights shot out in all directions, and the cold sword energy sent chills down the spine. Following Ouyang Wang, Ouyang Qianyu, three old antiques, and two middle-aged men were shocked and hurriedly scattered to avoid the laser fire.
The coming sword energy
Those incomparable sword energy rushed out more than ten feet before gradually weakening and dissipating, leaving several long knife marks as wide as a palm on the ground.
Ouyang Wang's whole body was shaking violently, he knelt on one knee, his face was ferocious and painful, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth to the soil in front of him, his eyes burst out with crazy light, and he said fiercely: "This is the power of the ninth sword.
?What a Ling Juechen, what a Nine Thunder Blades!"
Ouyang Qianyu and others were frightened by the sudden change, their faces turned pale, and they were shocked and inexplicable. The knife on Ouyang Wang's chest was just an appearance. In fact, the other eight sword energy had invaded Ouyang Wang's body.
Just when he thought he had defeated Ling Juechen and was getting carried away, he discovered something strange inside his body. Ouyang Wang, who valued his reputation more than his life, desperately suppressed the sword energy in his body to prevent himself from making a fool of himself in front of everyone.
It wasn't until he descended from Huashan Mountain that Ling Juechen's eight blade energy blasts into his body finally broke out into a battle between two innately invincible men. It seemed that both sides would suffer losses.
However, no matter how it ends, this battle is the only peak showdown between Chinese innate experts in recent decades. Regarding this competition, I believe it will be popular in the ancient martial arts world for a long time.
Become a topic that people talk about after dinner
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The climax of Huashan finally ended, and on another battlefield, a battle between men and women also ended.
In the Qu family villa complex, deep in the bamboo forest, the breeze blows and the bamboo leaves rustle, but mixed with the faint sound of breathing, stirring up the most primitive agitation of human beings, the smell of hormones faintly permeates the bamboo forest.
This is an ambiguous battlefield, this is the most primitive war
Nangong Chu held Qu Ling, who was nestled in his arms like a docile kitten, and fell into deep thought about where he should go after the indulgence.
He already knew that among the people who rescued him from the Ouyang Family's dungeon that night were masters from Wuyinlou, Dongfang Family, and Dragon Group.
Yan Beifei is the senior manager of Wuyin Tower and controls the all-pervasive intelligence network of Wuyin Tower. After Nangong Chu was captured by Ouyang Wang, the news reached Yan Beifei's ears immediately.
Not everyone can invite people from the Dongfang Family and Long Group, at least Yan Beifei can't invite them.
Yan Beifei was one of the top killers in the Chinese killer world more than thirty years ago. It is said that he has never missed a single shot since he entered the killer world.
Let me ask you, a killer who is shady and walks in the dark corners of this world. How can the Dongfang Family and the Long Group be able to take advantage of him?
It must be the peerless master who fought endlessly with Ouyang Wang that night and finally retreated calmly. But who is the peerless master who can rival Ouyang Wang?
Qu Ling looked at that handsome face and blushed thinking of the madness just now. She quietly put her hand on his face and said softly: "Chu, what's wrong? Is there something difficult to solve?" I don't know.
Why was she not angry at Nangong Chu's deviant behavior, even though this kind of thing was unimaginable before?
Nangong Chu ignored the gentle and watery Qu Ling. Although his hands were still lingering on her breasts, his thoughts had already drifted into the distance.
Qu Ling was a little bit disappointed. She really wanted Nangong Chu to be able to say some sweet words to her at this time, even the simplest ones. She knew that she had changed, no longer aloof, no longer cold, she just wanted to cling to this place.
In the arms of a man, she is no longer proud. She only hopes that the man who possesses her can be better than herself. She is no longer pure. She is already obsessed with the pleasure he brings to her!
She is no longer suitable to be a killer. A good killer must be ruthless and indifferent to life. Only then will he not be soft-hearted when killing people.
Being soft-handed and soft-hearted is a killer's most fatal weakness
"Who is that peerless expert who forced nine dragon bone nails out of his body to help him regain his power? Uncle Yan refused to say, and Qu Ling didn't know if he had that person's help, why should he be afraid of the Ouyang family?"
Seeing his frown, although she didn't know why, Qu Ling felt a little sad. She touched the circular scars on his body that were as big as copper coins, and said quietly: "It hurts!"
The muscles on Nangong Chu's face couldn't help but twitch a few times, that kind of pain...! He couldn't help but recall the scene that day when the mysterious man wearing a bamboo hat and a black veil used his supreme skill to force out the nine dragon bone nails on his body...
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It was definitely not a pain that a person could bear. Extremely huge vitality surged in the body, as if a stream suddenly poured into a huge flood. The meridians, muscles, roots and bones of the whole body seemed to be cut by countless sharp blades.
A living person fell into a frying pan and was feared by the ghosts of hell, and his skin cramped.
Dragon bone nails, those are good things, one can often seal the entire body of a fifth-level ancient martial arts master. Ouyang Wang thought highly of Nangong Chu, and actually nailed nine of them on his body.
However, while Ouyang Wang looked up to Nangong Chu, it also caused him great pain. The direct result was that Nangong Chu hated the Ouyang family even more, and wished he could throw a nuclear bomb into the valley of Changbai Mountain and wipe out the Ouyang family completely.
eradicated from this world without leaving any trace
But this situation can only be imagined in his mind. If he wants to destroy the Ouyang family and avenge his family, there is still a long way to go!
"I have decided!" Nangong Chu suddenly let go of Qu Ling in his arms and stood up suddenly: "I want to become stronger, I want to go to the Western World!"