Fang Qingxue, the peerless enchanting Fang Qingxue, is extremely arrogant and seems to be born superior. Chi Guoguo ignores Yang Fan and Dongfang Xue, even if it is Dongfang Sheng, the master of the hospital, it is only for Master Mo Wuxie's sake that he has just given it to him. After a ceremony, in his bones, he never considered Dongfang Sheng's trio.
"This girl..." An embarrassment flashed across Mo Wuxie's face, and he opened his mouth, wanting to reprimand him for a few words, but at the end of the talk, he let him swallow him, proud of this. Disciple, even if he is a master sometimes, it’s not good to be too restrained. The body of the heavenly devil, as the sacrament of the devil, is a rare encounter in 10,000 years. It is only a matter of time to surpass him. It is only a matter of time. The position of the emperor, in the future, he, the master, will still need to rely on her.
"Rumble..."
An altar in the southwest suddenly burst out with beautiful and bright beams, shining on Kyushu, shining on the wasteland! ! !
Hundreds of swordsmen carrying long swords and peerless swordsmen dressed in white appeared on the altar. Everyone's sword power was high and sharp, like a peerless divine sword out of its sheath. Able to smash the void and pierce the sky! ! !
One of them, white clothes like snow, slender dust, and temperament like an ancient sword fairy came to the world, sword energy is 90,000 miles, a sword light is 19 continents, his whole body is vertical and horizontal, sword intent is vertical and horizontal, in his eyes, sword light is allure, It seems that with a single glance, the terrifying sword aura of slaughtering the gods and demons can burst out, killing the enemy thousands of miles away! ! !
"Excalibur Courtyard-The Supreme Sword Emperor Xie Yifeng!!!"
On the square, a dignified look flashed in the eyes of the elders of the major courtyards. The Shenjian Courtyard is among the eight branches of the Sacred Sect, a large kendo courtyard, and most of the warriors in it are sword repairs. , Among the previous eight schools of martial arts, the Excalibur Institute has achieved good results. In the previous session of martial arts, it ranked fourth, even higher than that of the Sacred Demon Institute, if it weren’t the number one in their other courtyard. One day's arrogance prematurely met Li Xuehai, the peerless evildoer of the Jiyang Bieyuan, who was also the first person in the last session of the martial arts. They were eliminated from the game. Their rankings said they could not be more than one place, and they were squeezed into the top three.
The ranking of the eight schools of martial arts is not based on the overall strength of the other courtyards, but rather the ranking of the top enchanting evildoers of the major courtyards. If there is another courtyard of Tianjiao that takes the first place in the martial arts, even if the other 29 contestants are all weak. Forced, the other courtyard where it is located still ranks first among the eight other courtyards.
In the final analysis, what the Saint Extreme Sect really needs is the top enchanting Tianjiao, and there is no shortage of ordinary Tianjiao Saint Extreme Sect! ! !
And Xie Yifeng, the Supreme Sword Emperor, was even more terrifying. He was the top leader of the Eighth Academy Martial Arts Conference five thousand years ago. It can be said that he is the youngest among the eight masters, but his strength is terrifying, even if it is Mo Wu. Xie, the mid-level pinnacle emperor, is not his opponent, and he is firmly in the top three. As for talent, he is the undisputed first person among the eight major courtyard masters.
Say it's too late, then soon! ! !
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"...
The brilliant rays of light burst out from a huge altar in the northeast and rushed straight into the sky.
A group of hundreds of people appeared on the altar, all of them with outstanding grace, noble aura, and tyrannical True Yuan fluctuations, instantly sweeping the entire Chuyang Peak, making the breath of Tianjiao, the major powers of the other four branches, faintly There is a tendency to be completely suppressed by them! ! !
One of them, about thirty-five and sixty-six years old, with a crown-like face, wearing a golden robe, with compelling aura, carrying his hands on his back, stepped down from the altar without hurries, walking slowly, with A kind of leisurely strolling in the courtyard, but slowly but without losing its majesty, the huge Chuyang Peak suddenly filled with a huge pressure, which makes people feel that this man in golden robe walks around at will, like The emperor on the highest throne is patrolling the mountains and rivers! ! !
"Sima Jingfeng..." Looking at the man in the golden robe who slowly walked down the altar, Dongfang Sheng had already clenched his fists for some time, and his eyes flashed even more. The light of hatred, in terms of talent, he is not in the slightest under the old friend Mo Wuxie, and even has passed. However, after so many years, he is still struggling in the lower emperor's realm. All of this is due to this Sima. From the shocking wind! ! !
Sima Jingfeng—Like Namo Wuxie, it is a quasi-upper emperor who will enter the realm of a superior emperor in just one step. It is also one of the three holy monasteries in Yangzhou City, Shengyang Bieyuan. Host! ! !
As the first-class Xiazhou among the 72 Xiazhou in the northern part of Zhongtianyu, the anode state, whether it is resource aura or territorial area, is not comparable to Xiazhou, and the three sacred courtyards above it can almost be said Among the eight major courtyards, the three with the strongest strength, the eighth-house Huiwu, and the other five major courtyards. In the tenth session, no one can make it to the top three of the Huiwu. However, the three major courtyards such as Shengyang Courtyard are He has dominated the top three all the year round. In the tenth session, if there are three times outside the top three, it will be an abnormal performance! ! !
"Sima Jingfeng is here, and the good show seems to be about to begin!!!"
"Dongfang Sheng, call you arrogant, right away, it's time for you to cry!!!"
Suddenly, the voices of gloating over misfortune continued to sound from the elders of the main courtyards. The grievances between Dongfang Sheng, the owner of the Beihuang Courtyard, and Sima Jingfeng, the owner of the Shengyang Courtyard, may be the younger generation. It’s not very clear, but for those older generations, it’s not a secret. Even over the past ten thousand years, every session of the Eighth House of Martial Arts, Beihuang Bieyuan and Shengyang Bieyuan have fought extremely fiercely, of course, most of them It’s the Northern Wilderness Courtyard that suffers, especially in the past few thousand years. As Beihuangzhou has entered the end of the martial arts era, its aura has dried up, and it has almost lost the qualification to compete with the Shengyang Courtyard, not to mention fighting back, that's it. The power of parry is extremely reluctant! ! !
Between breaths.
Sima Jingfeng had already come close, glanced at Dongfang Sheng with some contempt, and said sarcastically, "Dongfang Sheng, I didn't expect that you would dare to participate in the martial arts meeting in the Northern Wilderness Hospital. Are you afraid of repeating the same mistakes?"
"Sima Jingfeng, you..." Dongfang Sheng's eyes flashed with sullenness, and the blue veins on his forehead faintly burst. Last year, their Beihuang Academy lineup was actually not too bad. The strength of the evildoer is even higher than the current Big Three. If nothing happens, there is no hope for the top three, but a seventh can be guaranteed, and even the sixth position is not impossible, but all of this Destroyed in the hands of the Sacred Yang Courtyard, the two top evildoers of the Northern Desolation Courtyard, one was blown up by the Tianjiao of the Shengyang Courtyard, and he was directly sacrificed for hundreds of years of hard work, and the other was even more miserable on the spot. Was beheaded on the ring.
Mo Wuxie on the side said, "Sima Jingfeng, don't go too far!!!"
"Mo Wuxie, this is a personal grievance between me and Dongfang Sheng, it has nothing to do with you!!!" Sima Jingfeng warned Mo Wuxie, and there was a faint jealousy in the depths of his eyes. Mo Wuxie was different from what he had already done. Dongfang Sheng, who is almost crippled by him, has a cultivation base that is no less than that of him. The backstage can not be underestimated. More importantly, people of the magic way have always acted perversely and have no taboos, and can not completely tear their faces with them. Sima is shocked. Feng didn't want to tear his face completely! ! !
"Sima Jingfeng, Dongfang brother is my life and death brother, you..."
"Old man, the matter between me and Sima should be left to me to deal with!!!" Before Mo Wuxie could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Dongfang Sheng. He didn't want to be because of his own business. The old man implicated in him, the Sima clan, is the top clan of their holy extreme sect, and the old ancestor is one of the strongest members of the sect. Although this old man is also of good origin, he still has something compared with the Sima clan. The gap is not small! ! !
"Mo Wuxie, you have heard Dongfang Sheng's words, you should take care of the affairs between us!!!" sneered at Mo Wuxie.
Sima Jingfeng turned his eyes and looked at Dongfang Sheng again, and there was a touch of drama in his eyes, "Dongfang Sheng, he still has the courage to participate in this martial arts session, it seems that he has quite confidence in them, how about it? Have the guts to take a gamble with me?"
"Got a gamble? What do you want to bet on?" Dongfang Sheng's eyes flashed, and Sima Jingfeng's words were just as he wanted. If he was half a year ago, he only hoped that Yang Fan could be among the top ten. Now He was very confident in Yang Fan, and it was not impossible to even compete for the top spot. He single-handedly destroyed the Shenshui Palace, even if he was a quasi-middle emperor, he could not guarantee it. As a result, his precious disciple did it. Moreover, it was only half a year ago, but on the face, Dongfang Sheng didn't give up a bit of expression, and even a trace of anxiety and resentment appeared on his face.
"Just bet on the final ranking of this session of the Eighth Academy of Martial Arts. Whoever ranks higher will win... Dongfang Sheng, you don’t have any good things on you, just bet on your meteorite slaughter spear. Up!!!"
"He... What a Sima Jingfeng, this is to draw a salary from the bottom!!!" Sima Jingfeng said lightly, but it fell into everyone's ears like a thunder, not shocked. The young man couldn't help but sucked in a breath of air-conditioning. The Meteor Slaughter Spear is Dongfang Sheng’s magic weapon. Once something goes wrong, it can be said that Dongfang Sheng’s arm will be broken directly. Not ruthless! ! !
"Brother Dongfang, you can't be stupid!!!" Mo Wuxie was anxious immediately. He saw all the arrogances of the Northern Wilderness Courtyard. The strongest people would barely have the power to fight the top quasi-emperor. No matter, this kind of combat power, in the previous few sessions, may still be good. Fortunately, it is not without hope for being promoted to the top ten, but in this session, I am afraid that even the top 30 will be choking. In contrast, Shengyang In the other courtyard, there have been a few amazing peerless evildoers, especially the first evildoer—the holy son of the wind called the Fengqianmo, born with the Eucharist of the Wind, this is the top Eucharist that is not weaker than the body of the demon. Even if his precious disciple Fang Qingxue faced this windy terrace, the outcome was only five to five, and there was absolutely no chance of winning in the Beihuang Bieyuan.
"Sima Jingfeng, if you have the courage, you can take a gamble with me!!!"
Sima Jingfeng didn't even look at Mo Wuxie, as if he hadn't heard his invitation to fight at all, staring straight at Dongfang Sheng, and said, "Dongfang Sheng, if you don't have the courage, you can do it. Choosing not to bet on this one... The master of the dignified courtyard, but he doesn't even have the courage to bet on Xiaoyi. Tsk tsk... It's really a vain disciple of my holy sect! !!!"
The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: The notebook is broken, and I just reinstalled the system today. Hey, it seems that I really need to consider buying another notebook! ! !