When the rising sun shone with red afterglow and enveloped the entire earth, Niutou Mountain began to become lively. People from all over the world rushed up the mountain like a tide.
On Niutou Peak, the main peak of Niutou Mountain, there is a ring with a height of three meters, width and length of more than meter. It is covered with a red carpet, which looks particularly dazzling. There are three flags facing the front of the ring, and it is swaying with the wind.
The mountain breeze sounded. There was a big drum on each side of the three flags. Naturally, there was a big man in red clothes standing in front of the big drum. At this time, they were holding a pair of drumsticks, waiting for the order to beat the drum.
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In front of the three flags, there were two brazier racks with raging fire, filled with black coke. In the middle was a big knife with a cold light, which was covered with eight iron chains as thick as a bowl.
Entangled. Even so, it still cannot cover its dazzling light. The word "Chasing Wind" can still be vaguely seen on the blade. This is naturally the Wind Chasing God Sword that shocks the entire Central Plains martial arts world!
There were only black heads everywhere around the ring, and there were crowds of people. They all rushed to watch the world's magic weapon known as the supreme martial arts world, the Wind Chasing Sword, and the discussion was heard in an instant.
"Master, who would have taken this Wind Chasing Sword today?" A woman of Nian Fang, a sixteen or seventeen, asked at the old man next to her with a curious look on her face.
"Of course, the four young masters of Zangjian Villa flew together. You haven't seen the sword-controlling thunder technique he showed in Qingniuling. It's simply a fate that can seize the world. It has the power of ghosts and gods, and it's just a shocking world.
, It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a ghost. I think in the martial arts world today, he is the only one with this qualification, and has this peerless magic weapon, the Wind Chasing Sword." Before the old man could answer, a young man answered first.
The tone was full of envy.
"I don't think so. Although Qi Fei's sword-controlling thunder technique is extremely domineering, he has just experienced a big battle and his vitality has been greatly damaged and he will definitely not be able to recover in a short period of time. However, the Phantom Flying Knife Jun is not regretful, and the flying knife skills are the best.
Not to be a waste of time, but also a master of swords and swords. The most important thing is that he has been raising his energy these days. I think the possibility of winning this Wind Chasing Sword is the most important." A slightly fat man next to him
The middle-aged man snatched the words and said.
"I can't see it, I heard that Lin Chong from Cuilin Villa has also come to Funiu Mountain to participate in the Divine Sword Conference. It is said that his Moon-Slaying Sword Technique has reached the ninth level, and has reached the stunning world.
, in my opinion, he is most likely to seize the Wind Chasing Sword." Another thin man, who looked like a bamboo pole, raised his chest without two muscles and said disdainfully.
"I said, don't talk nonsense. Ouyang Sheng, who was known as the world's number one whip a few days ago, was killed directly on the streets of Funiu Town. The person who was killed was the one from the Divine Sword Sect.
Before leaving, he had already spoken out. Whoever dared to attack the Wind God Sword would be unable to get along with their God Sword Sect, Ouyang Sheng would be the end of it." One of them had seen the God Sword Sect kill the world's number one in Funiu Town
The wandering swordsman who whipped Ouyang Sheng couldn't help but shake his head and took the speech and said.
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Dong, Dong, Dong!
Just as everyone was still talking fiercely about who could win the Wind Chasing Sword today, suddenly three gongs sounded from the ring. A middle-aged man with a goatee was standing in the ring.
When the center saw that the lower part gradually became quiet, he began to clear his throat and said, "Today, I am Niutou Mountain and Gemini Stars from Gemini Mountain and the Iron Arm Eagle King of Eagle Beak Hook to hold a magic sword meeting here. Thank you all.
The support of Jianghu Ying’s friends…”
"Who are you bandit friends? We all come for the Wind-Chasing God Sword. Don't catch up with us here. Don't talk nonsense, start the God Sword Conference as soon as possible. I'm still waiting to grab the sword!" One
The young man who came out of nowhere shouted at the top of his throat.
Hearing this arrogant words, the Bull Demon King sitting on the head was about to have an attack when he was stopped by two dog-headed military advisors standing on the left and right. One of them persuaded him: "Master, you killed him at this time.
, people will say that we cannot tolerate others, which is very unfavorable to us."
The other person also persuaded, "Yes, the big king, if you can't bear it, you will be in trouble. If you want to kill that arrogant boy who is ignorant of the world, you have the chance, so don't rush to this moment."
After hearing the persuasion of the two of them, the Bull Demon King nodded slightly, gritted his teeth and whispered in a low voice: "Okay, let this ignorant boy live for another two hours. How dare he insult him
I, Niutou Mountain, I think he is simply impatient to live."
After saying this, the Bull Demon King immediately stood up and shouted loudly at the goatee on the stage: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? The Divine Sword Conference will begin now!"
The goatee responded tremblingly, then knocked a gong hard and raised his voice: "Called loudly, now I announce that the Divine Sword Conference has officially begun. Swords and guns have no eyes, no matter whether they live or die! As long as you can still stand on the ring in the end
The one is the new owner of this Wind-Chasing Sword!"
Before the goatbeard could finish his voice, the young man who was yelling just now immediately stepped on the sky, and a kite turned over and landed on the ring. He glanced at the goatbeard with disdain, then pulled it out immediately
Changjian shouted loudly at the audience: "I am the eldest disciple of Tianluo Sect, a sword flying blood Qin Chong, who dares to come on stage to fight me?"
"What a sword flying blood. I, Zhang Hu, want to see, how did you fly my blood?" As the words fell, a man in black holding a knife was like a crow, with a kind of slightest terrifying slightest terrifying terrifying terrifying terrifying terrifying terrifying terrifying terrifying terrifying terrifying terrifying terrifying terrifying terrifying terrifying terrifying terrifying ter
The too elegant posture fell on the ring.
Seeing someone coming to challenge, Qin Chong didn't talk nonsense. Before the man in black could stand firmly, the sharp sword in his hand was whizzing like a poisonous snake.
Zhang Hu then retreated three feet, waved his sword to block it, and the swords and swords hit each other, and thousands of sparks fell!
At most, the two of them can only be considered second-rate masters. The fight is not very exciting, but they are very good at fighting. After more than half an hour of fighting, they still have no intention of deciding the outcome.
This time, not only was the Bull Demon King a little annoyed, but even the people watching from the rivers and lakes rushed up in anger.
Although it was the fire in July, the sun was still scorching the whole world, just like a roasted suckling pig, and the ground was hot. The weeping willows had been roasted and pulled their heads, even the branches and leaves.
They were all shriveled, a big yellow dog who followed his master to join in the fun, and was not in the mood to watch the fun on the ring. He lay alone in the shade of the big tree, stretching his slightly curled tongue, loudly yelling.
Gasping...
Dogs are like this, let alone people. Many people are sweating profusely at this time. It is better for some rough mountain people to live, so they lifted up their clothes and exposed their breasts.
But the young men of those aristocratic families were all wearing long gowns because of the bondage of secular etiquette. Even though they were covered in sweat, they had to endure it, let alone women, not to mention some beautiful women, they were already there.
I secretly regretted joining in this fun.
"Is his big bear still over?" A burly man with his upper body jumped up like a big black bear, and suddenly jumped onto the ring. In a flash, the entire ring was in full swing.
They were all trembling, and the two people who were fighting fiercely on it were almost shocked.
Seeing that someone jumped up again, Qin Chong and Zhang Hu, who were fighting fiercely, immediately stopped fighting. Only the man who had always spoken arrogantly, waved his long sword, pointed at the person who came, shouted arrogantly: "
Who are you?
"Remember your grandfather and my name, the Bashui madman is arrogant!" The burly man shouted loudly in anger.
Qin Chong looked at him disdainfully and shouted coldly: "What a bullshit madman, look at you, Grandpa Qin Chong, I won't beat you..."
Before he could finish his voice, the burly man suddenly waved his tiger-back machete. The tiger and tiger were filled with wind, mixed with a thousand pounds of force, and chopped towards him like a mountain.
Qin Chong was shocked when he saw the situation and hurriedly waved his sword to stop it. However, as soon as the sword in his hand was swung, he could only hear a crisp sound of a short sword. Then half of his head was cut off. Suddenly, blood was like a fountain.
It surged out like a cow egg, and he said with difficulty with all his last strength: "It's changed... it's changed... it's... it's... it's..."
Seeing that Qin Chong, who was comparable to his martial arts, Zhang Hu was directly stabbed by the mad disciple Zhang Kuang. He felt timid and hurriedly said, "Senior Zhang's martial arts are unparalleled in the world, and he thinks he is not as good as he is.
, This Wind Chasing Sword is still giving you the last one!"
Zhang Kuang smiled carelessly when he heard this and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, it's better for you to be tactful!"
When Zhang Hu heard Zhang Kuang's words, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeves and said respectfully: "Then I will say goodbye first." Before he finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave.
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"Slowly, did I let you go?" Zhang Kuang suddenly shouted moodily as if he had changed his body.
When Zhang Hu heard this, he was so scared that his pants were almost wet. He turned around tremblingly and asked with a trembling voice: "Is there anything else for Senior Zhang?"
Zhang Kuang suddenly waved his tiger's back machete, bared his uneven teeth, and cursed carelessly: "He *** Bear, my surname is Zhang, and you are also Zhang. Letting you live like a waste is simply a loss.
My man!”
Seeing that the madman had already had a murderous intention towards him, Zhang Hu hurriedly jumped down the ring, but his figure had just jumped into the air and was cut off by a tiger-backed machete, and blood was sprayed over a foot before
Half of his body was still squirming in extreme pain on the ground, and the scene was terrible.
"Who dares to come forward to challenge my Bashui mafia Zhang Kuang?" Zhang Kuang raised the blood-covered tiger-back machete high above his head and shouted proudly.
This madman Zhang Kuang from Bashui can be regarded as a top-notch master in the martial arts world, and he is extremely cruel. At this time, many people in the arena have not yet come back to their senses from the bloody blood of killing Qin Chong and Zhang Hu just now.
Come on, everyone is looking at me, I look at you, staring at you, hoping that the other party will try their life. But after a long time, I only heard the discussion below, but no one stood up to challenge.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Kuang couldn't help laughing and said, "Since there is no one who dares to challenge me, the Fengshui Madman, then this Fengshen Sword is my Zhang Kuang." When he said this, he had already walked straight towards Fengshen.
knife.
Seeing this scene, Jun Buhui immediately showed a gloomy cold light in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth secretly, glaring at the Bashui Mad Sword on the ring.
When Ximen Piaoxue saw Jun Buhui's expression, she walked over with a smile and said respectfully: "Du Wenjun's phantom flying knife is always fired. Today, she will definitely be able to bring the Wind-Chasing God's Bag into her arms."
Jun Buhui heard Ximen Piaoxue's words, and his expression was as fierce as a sinister, he immediately raised a cold smile and said, "Brother Ximen's Piaoxue sword technique can change the world's colors. June
Feixue, I admire you very much! If you go on stage, even two Bashui mad swords cannot beat one Ximen Piaoxue."
Ximen Piaoxue smiled and shook her head, saying, "I have a special liking for swords. Even if I get the Wind Chasing Sword, what's the use? Brother Jun has been through the world for a long time, and he must have heard that every man is innocent.
The reason for the crime of Bi is that although Ximen Piaoxue is not a talented person, he is not stupid enough to ask himself. He will not do things like a stupid person like Huo Li."
Before Ximen Piaoxue's words could be completely finished, a cold murderous intent had already risen in Jun Buhui's black eyes and glared at him fiercely.
Just when Ximen Piaoxue and Jun Buhui were in a cold confrontation in the dark, Qi Fei's voice suddenly rang: "Dad, this is a great opportunity for my Cangjian Villa to become famous in the world. I'll go up now.
Take the Wind-Chasing God Sword."
Qi Mucheng shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "Fei'er, don't be reckless. This Divine Sword Conference is not that simple. We should act according to the opportunity, otherwise we will make wedding clothes for others in vain."
Qi Fei wanted to say something else, but Qi Mucheng glared at him fiercely, so he had to return home in disappointment and didn't say anything else.
At this time, Qi Tian came over and whispered to Qi Mucheng: "Dad, I secretly sent people to search for Funiu Town and the surrounding areas, but I didn't find any trace of Lin Yu and Xiaomei."
Qi Mucheng gently stroked his slightly white beard, with a confused expression on his face and murmured to himself: "It's strange, Lin Yu will definitely come to this Divine Sword Conference, but why haven't he appeared yet?
What are you doing now?”
Just as Qi Mucheng was in deep thought, the other swordsmen in the martial arts world saw that the Wind-Chasing Sword was about to fall into the hands of Zhang Kuang, the madman of the Bashui River, all of them rushing up like the rising tide of the sea.
From the original single fight, it immediately turned into a melee situation where the mad disciple Zhang Kuang fought against many...