Since the establishment of Qimen thirty years ago, its strength has been increasing at an almost terrifying speed. In just a few dozen years, although it is still far from the Four Holy Lands in terms of foundation, its prestige in the hearts of the people in the world has become equal to that of the Holy Lands.
Not too weak.
Qimen is known as the place where the world's swordsmanship geniuses gather. Although this powerful force does not have super masters comparable to the four masters, it does have the most powerful people who have returned to their true form in the world, reaching as many as two hundred.
This is a terrifying strength, and the number of such powerful people who have returned to their true nature far exceeds the cumulative number of the Four Holy Lands.
Whatever is good in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. This is a test that a force with only thirty years of foundation will inevitably undergo.
This day.
The west wind is howling, and there is blood in the wind.
This was a brutal killing.
On the endless wasteland, in a majestic building rising from the ground, a battle of swords and swords was being staged.
In Qimen, you can see blood at three steps and corpses at ten steps. The road paved with blood extends to the backyard of Qimen and the thirty-mile sword field in Liaoguang...
In the sword field.
A middle-aged man with a resolute face, his left arm was broken at the shoulder level, and his body was dripping with blood, but even so, he never showed any timidity or even flinched.
He looked at the four teams facing each other in front of him with cold eyes, and said calmly: "The Holy Lands from all directions also take a fancy to our Qimen, and the four Holy Land Lords actually took the lead and came out to destroy our sect!"
The speaker is none other than Yiye Qiongfeng, the head of the Qi Sect, who is known as the second sharpshooter in the world.
On the side of the Sword Academy, the Headmaster said: "You Qi Sect, you are just making small fuss in this corner of Shenlan, but you actually reached out to my holy land in all directions and used all your tricks to attract all the disciples who originally worshiped in my holy land.
When you arrive at Qimen, you are so ambitious that you intend to destroy the foundation of my Holy Land..."
The other Lords of the Holy Land agreed: "That's right! In this session of the Holy Selection, none of the famous geniuses in the world participated. They were all recruited by you through your tactics. If this continues, in a few years, wouldn't our Holy Land be the best?
Without successors, the name of the Holy Land will disappear."
Yiye Qiongfeng remained silent. Behind him, hundreds of people stood. These were the last strength of the Qimen.
The woman standing behind Yiye Qiongfeng, with stunning appearance, interrupted after hearing this:
"No need to make excuses. You can't think that our Qimen is growing too fast and has the most powerful people who have returned to the truth in the world. One day, we will replace you, so you have united and tried to destroy our Qimen."
If Li Kezhou were here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that the person speaking was none other than Xue Ninglu, the goddess of the generation thirty years ago.
Beside the woman, a long-haired man held a sword in his hand, blood dripping from the sword, and said coldly:
"Why bother talking anymore? Since I, Tang Jing, have come, I have no intention of leaving alive. If I can fight the Lord of the Holy Land in my lifetime, even if I die, I will have no regrets..."
The elders of Qimen have not been in charge of the sect for many years. This is a loose organization, a group of like-minded people who gather together to prove the way of swordsmanship. This is also the reason why Qimen has the most powerful people who have returned to the truth in the world.
Although the organization is loose, it does not weaken the sense of belonging of these people. All the elders who have names in Qimen, whether they are the lowest one-finger elder or the highest eight-finger elder, hear that Qimen is in trouble, without exception, all directions
Come.
Even though they knew that their opponents were the Four Holy Lands and there was a possibility of no return this time, they still did not hesitate at all and immediately fought for Qimen.
Moreover, after a massacre, many of them had fallen to the ground, and less than two hundred of them were alive.
The Master of the Sword Academy showed regret, looked at the long-haired man who spoke last, and sighed:
"Tang Jing! There are many of you. I think you were the pride of our Sword Academy at the beginning, but in the end, you would rather fall and join the company of these gangsters. It really makes me sad."
The commander showed a distressed look, but his eyes were cold and his murderous intent was concentrated. As long as he slowed down for a moment, he would kill everyone in front of him.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from all directions.
"Huang Taixi, you are still so hypocritical!" The voice was cold and venomous.
"Who is this person! Get out..."
An elder from the Sword Academy was shocked when he heard the sudden sound and shouted loudly.
But he didn't notice that with the sound, several people from Qimen, headed by Xue Ninglu, including the four Holy Land Lords, all looked shocked.
In the center of the confrontation between the two teams, a person suddenly appeared.
At this moment, Li Kezhou had already restored his appearance.
"impossible……"
There were exclamations from each of the two teams.
The Lord of the Four Holy Lands, seeing him appear, felt as if he had seen a ghost: "Didn't you... die in the Divine Sky Sword Furnace?"
Huang Taixi's face turned pale with fear. The other three Holy Land Lords were not much better than him. They all looked scared to death.
The reason why the four of them came here today to kill the Qimen was because they heard that he and Jian Wuya died together in the Shenkong Sword Furnace. Otherwise, given their courage, they would not dare to come here today.
kill.
"Big...brother!!"
Yiye Qiongfeng, a middle-aged man with unshaven beard, eyes wide open and a look of disbelief on his face.
The people who had died under the iceberg actually reappeared alive, making everyone in Qimen, especially Xue Ninglu and Tang Jing, his former friends, feel like they were in a dream.
Hearing the man's call, Li Kezhou looked over.
"Qiong Feng! You have done better than I imagined. It is because of you that Qimen is what it is today. As the founder of Qimen, I am... late today. Leave everything that follows to me!"
He saw Yiye Qiongfeng's empty left arm, and the murderous aura surrounding him turned into reality.
He glanced across the street and looked at the four mighty teams on the opposite side.
Seeing his glance, the elders of the Holy Land were fine, but the four Holy Lords were frightened.
Only they knew clearly that Li Kezhou was a Jianzhou Taoist. When the four of them joined forces, they almost died at each other's hands. Now that they have encountered each other again, it is impossible to remain calm.
"Li Mochen? It's you! You are not dead, but you are also a fool. It's okay if you don't come today. Since the fool is here, let's die together!" A little-known elder from the Sword Academy shouted crazily.
"That's right! Please give an order from the commander to immediately eradicate the Qimen. Li Mochen, who arrived late and wants to die, is handed over to his subordinates to take his head."
"Hahaha... Li Mochen! The rumors that you died under the iceberg are all false. So, you fought against the Sword Immortal and died together in the end. It must be the same as the rumors. If I don't destroy the Qimen today, you are a rat.
, I don’t know how long I will shrink down, but this time I am really going to die.”
Those who started shouting unscrupulously were all the new elders of the Four Holy Lands. Everyone wanted to make a contribution by annihilating the Qimen, and each one was more enthusiastic than the other.
But they didn't notice that every time these people taunted them, cold sweat broke out on the faces of the four Holy Masters.