Tianxiahui, in the Shanhe Hall, holding the sky and being nameless, the two masters of the world stood opposite each other. Although they were several feet apart, they were not much different from face to face. The middle of the air seemed to be filled with a thick The smell of gunpowder smoke and the huge pressure surged toward the surroundings.
On the side, Jiang Chen watched the battle leisurely. For him, sneaking into this world this time was just to regain the past defeat from Wuming, so he put aside everything and had the most innocent sword fight with Wuming. dispute. But now, he wants to see the potential of Qingkong, a new reincarnation.
Looking around, I saw that Wuming was completely calm and expressionless, but his eyes exuded a breathtaking light. At the same time, many martial arts people inside and outside the Shanhe Hall noticed that The swords in their hands were a bit unruly, and each of them seemed to be inspired by the nameless sword intention and wanted to take it out of the sheath.
"Ah?! What's going on? My sword is out of control!"
"Mine is the same!"
"Damn it, how is this... possible?!"
As soon as this change occurred, the martial arts masters who were still preparing to observe and forget all tried their best to suppress the swords in their hands. As soon as the heavenly sword came out, ten thousand swords surrendered. This is the realm of the nameless and supreme swordsmanship.
"laugh!"
The majestic and powerful sword energy spurted out instantly. Wuming pointed his hands together. In an instant, two sword rays appeared on his fingertips. Although the sword rays were short, they were extremely condensed, dazzling and dazzling. Almost everyone felt the tyrannical power contained in it.
"very good!"
In this regard, Qingkong was not afraid at all, and a look of excitement appeared on his face. In an instant, his figure seemed to be much taller, with streaks of black fire intertwining around his body, like bulging veins. It was more like he was wearing an ancient piece of armor. Even his body seemed to be filled with demonic energy, like a great demon coming to the world from nine days away.
"Is this the magic way?!"
Seeing the sudden change in his opponent, Wuming was slightly startled at first, and then became furious. With a wave of his hand, the sharp sword energy instantly penetrated the air and stabbed directly at Qingkong's vital points. The harsh sound of breaking through the air seemed to have exceeded the limit. In the air, visible to the naked eye, space is distorting.
"What about the devil? Wuming, you can't even tell the difference between good and evil. No wonder, over the years, your skills have made slow progress and you have never reached the realm of true transcendence and sainthood. I think highly of you!"
Qingkong's mouth immediately erupted with a thunderous roar. Suddenly, endless black energy burst out from his body. In a moment, it spread violently, like a stormy sea, boundless and vast. The sword intention was swallowed up and annihilated by this endless black energy.
The vast sword intent of the Supreme Sword Dao was annihilated by the black fire. Wuming was shocked and could not help but turn pale with horror. However, he did not panic and responded in a deep voice: "The right is right and the devil is the devil. There is no need to distinguish." Said, everything has its own destiny!" As he spoke, the sword energy in his palm broke through the air, stirring up the nine heavens and ten earths, shaking the universe.
As soon as the immortal demon's true form appeared, Qingkong at this moment had already unleashed all his combat power, launched his lifelong supreme martial arts, and launched an overwhelming offensive towards Wuming.
Terrifying speed, terrifying power, before Wuming could react, terrifying afterimages were already attacking from all directions like a violent storm. For a moment, only fists, palms, legs, fingers and claws could be seen in the mid-air, and powerful weapons from all directions could be seen. The moves are intertwined, and there are even killing moves with weapons such as swords, guns, swords, halberds and sticks mixed in!
With such strange moves, Wuming's Tianjian swordsmanship is powerful, but unfortunately, his skill is insufficient. In a short period of time, he may be able to compete with Qingkong, but if it takes a little longer, he will be a little exhausted.
As soon as he fell behind, he was retreating steadily, and it was impossible to figure out Qingkong's approach. However, after all, he was worthy of being a martial arts legend. His swordsmanship was tyrannical, which was really extraordinary. Although he was almost completely suppressed by Qingkong, he was still He was able to hold on and was not defeated.
Qingkong's figure was getting faster and faster. At the end, the airflow around him turned sharply and turned into a terrifying huge wind pillar. It roared up from the ground, penetrated the roof of Shanhe Hall, and shot straight into the sky. In an instant, he saw High in the sky, the rolling wind and clouds suddenly boiled and rolled, turning into an endless whirlpool covering the sky, which was a spectacular sight!
"Qian is yang, kun is combined with yin, creating heaven and earth, yin and yang are divided into divisions!"
A loud roar, like the thunder of the nine heavens and the collapse of the nine netherworlds, rolled from the deepest part of the wind column connecting the sky. The sky-shaking roar was still roaring in the ears, and Qingkong transformed into a tornado, carrying with it The infinite vast power above the nine heavens was like a doomsday meteor, pressing down on Wuming who was still on the ground barely resisting his offensive.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, like a thunderbolt in the ears, five thunders struck the top, the Supreme Sword Dao collided with the terrifying wind pillar coming down from the nine heavens, and there was a loud bang that shattered the sky. In an instant, the raging hurricane brought with it flooded flames, like the sun It exploded from all directions and roared out. Suddenly, the huge Shanhe Hall completely disintegrated and shattered. Many martial arts masters inside and outside the hall burst back, but there were still dozens of people who couldn't retreat. Swallowed alive and dead in it.
In a moment, the nameless figure flew out and fell dozens of feet away, half-kneeling on the ground. Blood spurted out from his mouth, and his face turned pale.
"Master."
Jian Chen hurried over and helped Wuming, with a worried look on his face. Wuming shook his head at him, indicating that he was fine, then raised his head and looked towards the place where they had just fought.
But after the storm dissipated, Qingkong stood proudly on the ruins of the Shanhe Hall, looking directly at him, and said indifferently: "Wu Ming, Wulin Myth, you have failed."
The sound was not loud, but it made everyone present couldn't help but feel horrified. Once upon a time, Wuming swept the world and was invincible. Only then did he gain the reputation of a martial arts myth, shocking the world for decades. Unexpectedly, today it would be Being defeated by Qing Kong was undoubtedly enough to make people feel unparalleled horror.
At this time, among the ruins, another steel-like body slowly stood up. Although he looked seriously injured, he still exuded a terrifying power. He was holding the Wushuang Yang Sword in one hand and the other hand. Holding a human head high, he slowly came to the front of the heroes and shouted sternly: "I am Bu Jingyun, and the tyrant has been killed by me. Now, I declare that the whole world will surrender to the command of Hero Qingkong!"
As soon as these words came out, in an instant, the surrounding area fell into a silent silence. Everyone's eyes were all focused on the head in Bu Jingyun's hand, and their faces were full of disbelief. look.
died! Just die! The leader of the Tangtang Tianxiahui, the tyrant who was about to dominate the world, died just like that! I have to say that this is really unbelievable, but Xiongba's head is in Bu Jingyun's hand. This is a reality that no one can question!
"Master!"
After a while, Qin Shuang finally came to his senses, exclaimed in surprise, knelt down on the ground with a thud, and couldn't help but close his eyes slightly.
Although she had learned about Xiong Ba's personality and all his conspiracies from Wen Chou Chou, Qin Shuang had to admit that Xiong Ba had raised and taught him for many years and entrusted him with important tasks. There were grievances and grievances in the past, but after death, you can't be sad. After all, he was your master after all!
"Xiong Ba is dead? Oh my god! Xiong Ba is dead?!"
As Qin Shuang knelt on the ground, people finally began to come back to their senses. There were masters and gang members from the Tianxiahui, as well as many martial arts heroes who came to watch the battle. At this moment, they all couldn't help but do it. There was an uproar, and for a while, there was a commotion.
Bu Jingyun held up Xiongba's head and shouted loudly again: "Xiongba is dead, and I, Bu Jingyun, would like to nominate Hero Qingkong as the successor leader of our Tianxia Association!"
For a moment, the scene became quiet again, and everyone was stunned on the spot. The expressions on their faces changed, but they didn't know what they were thinking.
Upon seeing this, Qingkong slowly opened his eyes. Two dark rays of light suddenly burst out from his pupils. They flashed away. He stepped forward, black fire surged around him, and a huge pressure was like a mountain. The sky is about to fall, and a terrifying aura fills the void around it.
"What?! I Qingkong is in charge of the position of leader of the Tianxiahui. Do you have any opinions on this?!"
Indifferent eyes swept across the surroundings in an instant. There were hundreds of thousands of people present. Except for Jiang Chen Wuming and a few other masters, the rest were all oppressed by Qingkong's momentum. They felt as if they had fallen into the water and were drowning. They couldn't even breathe. All become difficult.
"Qingkong, you are not from our Tianxiahui, why should you be the leader of our Tianxiahui!"
At this moment, suddenly, a master from the Tianxiahui shouted loudly. This guy was none other than Feiying, the deputy head of Feiyuntang under Dangchu Jingyun.
"Good question."
Qingkong smiled lightly, turned his eyes, and then fell on Fei Ying. A black light flickered. In an instant, strange black fire appeared, covering Fei Ying's whole body. Only an explosion was heard. The flying eagle didn't even have time to scream, and his whole body was immediately burned to ashes and flew away in the wind.
"How about it? Is my reason sufficient enough?" His words were indifferent, but they shocked the whole audience in an instant.
"See Qingkong Gang Leader!"
I don’t know which one knelt on the ground first. Then, hundreds of Tianxiahui who were present came to help, and then they knelt down in droves. Soon, all the Tianxiahui present, regardless of Whether it was true or false, they all surrendered at Qingkong's feet and shouted respectfully, shaking the world.
Seeing this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but smile a bit playfully: "Congratulations, you finally got what you wanted."
"You get what you want."
Hearing this, Qingkong suddenly turned his gaze, and two dark gazes condensed and shot out like real substance, approaching Wuming, and said indifferently: "What about you? What is your goal?"
(End of chapter)