As soon as the two of them came to power, without saying a word, the sword light and sword shadow immediately appeared, intertwined and entangled, like two fierce beasts fighting each other, and no one refused to take half a step back. Ordinary people within a radius of 10 meters www.biquge.info pen "Fun" Pavilion would never want to enter, even if a fly accidentally broke in, they would have to be cut by a thousand knives and tortured.

Sun Changkong made a Xingxia sword, the blade of the sword is three feet three, it is made of thousands of years of cold iron in the cold pool of the Northern Regions, blowing hair and breaking hair, sharpening iron like mud, it is a killing weapon that countless immortal cultivators dream of having.

And Zhang Wangyuan, who made one side, used a Western Regions Yanling knife, and the material of the knife did not have many tricks, but it is said that in order to refine this killing weapon at that time, the forger killed 999 scavenging vultures next door to the Western Regions, and used their blood to make a bloodthirsty array to open for it.

On the same day, the forger used this murderous object to kill the famous Seven Peerless Demon Monks at that time, and hung his head high above the pass of Yanling Pass, and it was three days in the sun. Since then, the reputation of the Yanling Sword in the Western Regions has been greatly shaken, and everyone in the immortal cultivation world knows about it. Later, the knife fell into the hands of the Fire Bearded Daoist, and then she passed it to Zhang Wangyuan, who had just been promoted to the inner gate, so that today's wonderful battle was achieved.

Two divine weapons, you come and go, do not let each other, the splashed sword and knife qi left neat cuts in the ring, and the cracks can reach more than half a meter deep, which will be cut on the mortal's body, even if you are lucky not to be cut in half, you will have to cut off your hands and feet.

After a while, the two had fought for more than 100 moves, and Sun Changkong's forehead could already be faintly sweaty, but Zhang Wangyuan still looked calm, slashing and slashing, and the moves were in place, forcing Sun Changkong to retreat one after another, seeing that he had come to the edge of the ring behind him, and there would be no way back if he continued.

At the critical moment, Sun Changkong was in a hurry, his anger sank into the dantian, and a strong aura poured into his mind and left and right arms through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and the strong move that had been sealed for a long time suddenly appeared, and countless electric lights immediately burst out on the Xingxia sword, and the sword body was reflected in the cold air by the light blue electric light, which made people can't help but hold their breath to watch.

Looking at Zhang Wangyuan again, in the face of the killing move, there was a trace of contempt on his cold face, and the cruel sneer was full of conspiracy and calculation. Just when everyone turned their eyes to Zhang Wangyuan to see what means this new talent would have to deal with, he actually raised his palm and stroked it from beginning to end on the blade, a bloody sword body actually reflected half of the sky beautifully, and even the sunset on the horizon became dull.

"Warrior sword!"

"Blood Sun Extreme Knife!"

The two of them collided with each other with their strongest killing moves, and the chaotic air flow turned into countless air knives, directly splitting the ring in two, and the broken wound was like a bloody mouth, about to devour all the objects that entered it.

And the two completely different auras of one blue and one red converged into one, and the collision was eliminated, and the huge storm made the spectators around the ring unable to even open their eyes, and had to rely on the surrounding aura to judge the situation.

"This ...... Is this really a life-and-death struggle between a rookie in the inner sect and a disciple at his own expense? These juniors are too strong, right?"

A veteran disciple who had been in the inner gate for several years couldn't help but say in amazement while squinting at the battle situation on the stage.

"Look, we'll see!"

Before the man's words fell, he heard a sudden sound of a clear dragon chant from the stage, which was the last swan song of a weapon on his deathbed.

"Ding~"

Before the spectators could recover their senses, a confused figure and a half-truncated sword had already landed on the ground. Sun Changkong knelt on the ground with his head scattered, his internal breath was already in chaos, and if he didn't breathe, he was afraid that he would go mad. Looking at his face as pale as paper, and his blood and qi were low, it was obvious that he had suffered quite serious internal injuries from the son of the battle just now. The lonely half-truncated sword was inserted under the stone bricks of the tournament arena, and although it could still stand proudly, it was already at the end of its powerful crossbow, and it could no longer pose a threat to people.

Look far away!

"How about Sun Changkong, my slap in the face is not bad!"

The battle situation was unexpected, and the fierce battle that I thought would last for several hours was easily won by Zhang Wangyuan with three strikes and five divisions. He didn't even use the saber at his waist, and with just a pair of bare hands, he broke Sun Changkong's Xingxia sword and gave him a slap in the face.

Until now, Sun Changkong could still sense the loud slap in his ears, but it was nothing. You know, the physical injury is far less violent than the mental blow, and this may be a shame that he will not be able to let go of for the rest of his life. Perhaps just because of this small friction, it is possible to cast a shadow in Sun Changkong's heart that will never retreat, thus affecting his lifelong immortal cultivation process.

Sun Changkong could clearly feel the cynicism from all sides, if he could, he would like to immediately turn into a gopher now, dig a tunnel and leave directly.

However, he can't be like that, he is Sun Changkong, not Sun Wukong, he can't change seventy-two, he doesn't understand the spells of heaven and earth, and it is only now that he realizes that his strength is ridiculously small.

"Senior Brother Changkong, are you okay! It's all to blame, Senior Brother, the shot was too heavy just now, hahaha!"

Under the overwhelming strength, Zhang Wangyuan's pride was not reserved at all, and it was all written on his face. He was even reminiscing about the scene during the short fight just now, especially when he slammed his palm on Sun Changkong's face, the crisp sound simply made his blood gush, and his excitement was almost out of control.

Seeing that Sun Changkong knelt on the ground and didn't stand up for a long time, several kind-hearted disciples walked up to the martial arts arena and wanted to help him down. Who knows, just when everyone thought that he had lost his will to fight, Sun Changkong actually stood up again, and he still held a half-cut Xingxia sword in his hand, which was a gift from Wang Daoren on his birthday. How happy he had been when he had received the sword, but now there were only two pieces of broken brass and iron in front of him.

"Look far away, let's see!"

Sun Changkong threw down the broken sword of Xingxia in his hand, and after tossing up and down a few times, he jumped out of the wall in a blink of an eye and flew towards the mountain gate, leaving only the unruly figure of the victor Zhang Wangyuan. Today, Zhang Wangyuan finally proved his strength. In the future, I'm afraid no one will doubt the strength of his inner disciple!

There is a small city at the foot of the mountain in Cangbei Xianyuan, called Denggao. On weekdays, most of the disciples in the fairy garden will come here if they want to buy some necessities for life, and occasionally some performers will also attract some travelers. Relying on the huge flow of customers, the hawkers with thin margins can barely get by.

The bazaar was bustling, and everyone was living according to their own trajectory, not at all moved by the sadness of others.

The same is true for Sun Changkong.

Besides himself, who can understand his mood?

A few years ago, he and Zhang Wangyuan entered the Immortal Garden on the same day. Since then, they have been competitors to each other. At first, he was able to hold his head down, but then he was a little overwhelmed. Until half a year ago, when he was in the inner door promotion match, he lost, and Zhang Wangyuan unexpectedly successfully advanced.

Since then, the gap between the two of them has become wider and wider, and until today, Sun Changkong no longer seems to be able to see the figure of Zhang Wangyuan in front of him.

Wuchang was frustrated, and the best place he could think of to vent was the tavern. He had drunk for a day and a night, and was so drunk that he was unconscious. Afterwards, although he was uncomfortable, he at least forgot some of his troubles.

This time, he came to the Xinglong Tavern he knew as usual, but the laughter in front of the door made him a little unhappy.

"Old immortal thing, dare to eat overlord meal in grandpa's shop, see if I don't pull out your intestines and feed the dogs. ”

Four or five black-faced men formed a circle, and you punched and kicked a person. Then, a faint wail was heard, and the man's injuries were really not light, and if he continued like this, he would be beaten to death.

"Ahh Oops......"

In the past, Sun Changkong has seen some poor ghosts who drink and don't give money, and he has also seen some hard bones who would rather die than give in, but he has never encountered such a strange person who is so cheap. Obviously, I can't bear it, but I still have to fight to the end for the sake of face. You know, those rough people don't know what it means to respect the old and love the young, and they deserve to kill anyone.

Seeing that the situation was critical, Sun Changkong squeezed into the crowd suddenly, pushed left and right, and finally came to the front.

In an instant, he suddenly felt that all the grievances he had before had turned into floating clouds and disappeared.

In his eyes, a bad old man with gray hair, a face covered with purple mud, and a pungent stench was crawling in the middle of the street. Under the service of several men in the prime of life, the corners of the man's mouth, nose and eyes kept bleeding out, and the blood stains stained the dust on the ground, turning dark brown and forming patches of blood.

For some reason, after seeing the old man's impoverished appearance, Sun Changkong actually felt a sense of sympathy. In a trance, his brain suddenly became hot, he stepped forward in a few steps, directly pushed away the big man in front of him, leaned over and squatted beside the old man, and asked in a cold tone:

"How much money do you owe, if you don't have that hard bone, don't learn from others to eat overlord meals. ”

Originally, the old man had his eyes closed tightly, not daring to look at anyone. It wasn't until he heard Sun Changkong's voice that he slowly raised his eyelids, pursed his lips with a sense of humor, and replied with great disdain:

"Hmph, two taels of silver are worth such a big fight, they deserve to stay in this poor country and suffer for the rest of their lives. ”

Who would have thought that this old man was dying, and his mouth was still unforgiving, which caused those big men to blow their beards and stare at them one by one, if it weren't for Sun Changkong to stop him, he would inevitably be beaten violently.

"Young man, if you want to stand up for others, hurry up and give the money! Otherwise, even if the king of heaven comes, we will still be able to do it. ”

As he spoke, the big man who took the lead rubbed his fists and prepared to force his move. The latter few are also eager to try, and they are most enthusiastic about the work of pinching soft persimmons.

"Don't be angry, big brothers, I have paid the money this old man owes. ”

While speaking, Sun Changkong carefully took out a worn-out coarse cloth money bag from his arms, and searched for a long time before taking out two silver dangling ingots and handing them to the other party.

After recovering the arrears, several big men left one after another scolding, and the last man did not forget to turn his head and glared at the old man on the ground viciously, and only after saying a dirty word in his mouth did he give up.

The excitement around gradually dissipated, and the old man slowly stood up with Sun Changkong's support.

Unexpectedly, the old man seemed to be seriously injured, but it was just some flesh and skin, but in fact, the muscles and bones inside were almost not damaged, and most of the blood stains that came out were bruises, which would be harmful to the body if they were not discharged. I really don't know if this old man is too lucky, or if he is secretly blessed by the gods, and he can still be fine after being beaten so violently.

"Young man, do you still have any money on you?"

Sun Changkong thought that the first thing the old man said was to thank him, but who knew that this person was actually obsessed with money and had no gratitude at all. After thinking about it, he regretted saving this old bone.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Suddenly, the old man's eyes showed the cunning of an old fox, and his chapped lips suddenly bloomed like a man-eating flower.

"Help people to the end, send the Buddha to the west, you see that I have been beaten for half a day, and I haven't even drunk saliva. Or, little brother, you can give me another penny and a half, and buy some drinks to make me refreshed. ”

"You!"

In the face of the old man's inches, Sun Changkong couldn't wait to kill this old gang with one palm to prevent future troubles. No wonder those big men would attack such a powerless old man, as the saying goes, poor people must have something to hate.

This old man, it should be beaten!

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