Chapter 221: The Dragon King worships the mountain (1 more)
An old man stepped onto the square. This old man looked to be in his sixties. His beard and hair were all white, but his face was red. He also looked extremely powerful. He took one step, which was more than ten feet away. It was only a few steps.
, and came to the Sword God.
Not far away, the disciples of the Sword God Sect saw someone suddenly intruding. They came over one after another and surrounded the old man.
There was a hint of unfriendliness in everyone's eyes.
The Dragon King looked around and laughed and said: "As expected of the Sword God Sect of the Three Holy Lands, everyone looks fierce. Do you want to scare this old man like me to death? Or are you planning to beat me up in a group?"
The Sword God looked at him with some curiosity: "Dragon King, why are you coming to our Sword God Sect when you are not staying in the capital?"
"I'm here to congratulate you for taking another half step towards that realm." The Dragon King said with a smile.
When everyone heard this, they were dumbfounded.
Dragon King?
Is this the Dragon King?
No matter how you look at it, it looks ordinary. The old man practicing Tai Chi in a park in the secular world looks very unremarkable. He is actually the famous Dragon King!
Everyone's faces changed, and their eyes were full of vigilance and awe.
Only the Sword God remained as calm as water, but his eyes were a little curious.
He really didn't understand why the Dragon King came to the Sword God Sect. This had never happened before. He knew that there was absolutely no way that the Dragon King came to congratulate him.
"It seems that you have reached the threshold, which is amazing."
The sword god said.
The Dragon King said sincerely: "I am dozens of years older than you. Compared with you, I am really ashamed. You are a genius and worthy of my admiration."
"At present, it seems that I am the last to reach this level. Those two should have arrived long ago. I should be ashamed. Are you here for Du Qingchen?"
The sword god said.
The Dragon King smiled and said: "Others say you are only obsessed with swordsmanship, but now I think you are very smart. Yes, I am here for Du Qingchen."
"You want to stop me from killing him?"
The sword god narrowed his eyes.
The Dragon King said solemnly: "No, I want to spar with you once."
"We have sparred back then, and I lost a move to you." Sword God said: "After so many years, I have never had the opportunity to fight again. If I have such an opportunity today, I will not miss it."
"Over the years, your cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds. I guess I am no longer your opponent. I am very happy to have someone like you in the ancient martial arts world, so let's have a competition."
"Okay, please come with me."
After the sword god finished speaking, he rose into the sky, placed his right foot on the statue, flew through the air, and actually shot towards another mountain peak.
The Dragon King followed closely behind, and the two of them disappeared into the sea of clouds without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Everyone looked at each other with some regret.
It would be great luck and opportunity for them to witness the competition between two powerful men.
pity!
The mountain peak on the opposite side was several hundred meters shorter than the Divine Sword Peak, and was also covered by clouds and mist. Soon, there was a flash of sword light in the clouds and mist, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, cutting off the clouds. Those clouds were strangely shaped and strong.
Sounds of breaking through the sky came frequently.
The battle lasted for more than an hour and finally calmed down.
On the Divine Sword Peak, all the disciples held their breath and looked eagerly at the mountain opposite.
Finally, a figure shot out from under the clouds, crossed the sky, and landed in front of everyone.
The sword god is back.
His hair was not messed up and his clothes were neat. He didn't look like he had been in a fierce battle at all. Everyone looked at him and did not dare to say anything.
"From today on, no one is allowed to go down the mountain for one year!"
After saying that, the Sword God walked towards the farthest hut.
His steps were calm, yet seemed very heavy. The distance he took with each step seemed to be measured with a ruler. It was neither more nor less, exactly seventy centimeters.
That hut is the simplest existence of the Divine Sword Sect, but it is also the most sacred existence, because it is the retreat place of the Sword God.
Under the Divine Sword Peak, Suzaku was waiting there. When she saw the Dragon King walking out of the clouds, she had the illusion that the Dragon King had suddenly aged several years.
"Dragon King!"
Suzaku bowed.
"Let's go to Kunlun Mountain!"
The Dragon King said lightly and walked towards the outside of the mountain. Every step he took was more than ten feet away. It was also like measuring it with a ruler. It was neither longer nor shorter.
…
Liu Jianbo is dead.
Laughing to death.
This was undoubtedly the most fatal blow to Liu Yurong.
Looking at his son on the hospital bed, Liu Yurong's hands were shaking all the time. He gently touched his son's face, seemingly unable to hear the cry of his wife beside him.
All the core members of the Liu family are here.
Liu Jianbo was Liu Yurong's successor and had already taken over the management of the family. He didn't expect that he would die like this just after he came back.
Moreover, the condition of his death was extremely miserable, and his whole body was completely deformed. He was tortured terribly during his lifetime.
Every member of the family began to share the same hatred at this time, and the Liu family was unprecedentedly united.
Liu Yurong did not shed tears, his face was extremely gloomy, and surprisingly, there was not much pain.
Maybe, he has become numb.
When his son died, he was certainly in pain, especially when he watched his son die in front of him, and it seemed that he could still hear his son's painful groans before he died, but he was really numb.
He didn't speak or lose his temper, but everyone around him was in a state of silence, afraid to say anything, and felt uneasy in their hearts.
Because they have never seen Liu Yurong like this.
It's so scary.
After a while, Liu Yurong waved his hand, and a doctor sent his son downstairs to the crematorium.
At the entrance of the hospital, members of the Liu family were sending Liu Jianbo off for his final journey.
As they watched the car drive away, no one spoke, and everyone had hatred in their eyes.
Liu Yurong turned his head, looked at everyone, and said, "My son is dead."
No one answered or comforted them. They all lowered their heads with sad expressions on their faces.
"Next, our Liu family will face an unprecedented impact. It is very likely that our Liu family will be completely destroyed. However, I think that even if we are to die, we will die on the battlefield and never give in. From now on, we will die on the battlefield.
Starting today, we will take the initiative to launch an attack. The target is the Wang Group and the Lingtong Group. Don’t have any worries. Even if you know that you will die, don’t be timid. Even if you die, we must find someone to back you up!"
Liu Yurong said word for word.
…
As if it had been agreed upon, Du Qingchen was meeting Po Jun in the office at this time.
Du Qingchen looked at Po Jun and chuckled, "How have you been during this period of rest?"
"I'm almost sick from holding it in! If we hadn't taken a small order recently, we would have almost become rusty."
Po Jun said a little depressed.
"Oh, I heard that you set a rule for the God Hunting Team: no orders will be accepted if the revenue does not reach one billion?" Du Qingchen asked.
"That's necessary. An order that's too small is meaningless. Besides, I can't break your rules, master. If you don't accept orders under two billion, I'm your apprentice. I'll cut it in half. There's nothing wrong with it, right?" Po Jun chuckled.