The practice of martial artists is like going against the sky.

The ascension of each realm is as difficult as ascending to the sky. The Tongmai Grandmaster and the Horizontal Refining Powerhouse were only one step apart, but they blocked the progress of countless people. Such as Wei Gonggong, Tuoba, Gu Shentong...... These martial artists had reached the Tongmai Grandmaster decades ago, but they had never broken through.

Now they had actually witnessed the birth of a Horizontal Refining Powerhouse, and this Horizontal Refining Powerhouse was only a fifteen-year-old boy!

"Haha, congratulations to Emperor Yang for becoming a strong man in horizontal refining!"

Xia Jun deserved to be the emperor of the eight parliamentary states, and after being stunned, he quickly came back to his senses and congratulated him.

The civil and military officials around him were also shocked, and hurriedly knelt down, and a burst of shouts resounded in unison.

"Congratulations to Emperor Yang!"

Gonggong Wei looked at Yang Mucheng with a complicated face.

After becoming a strong man, it is no longer an exaggeration to use one person against one country. Although the Xia Kingdom has several strong people who are refining horizontally, all of these strong people are like the sword saint Xiang Shaolong who does not listen to the announcement, and even the emperor of the Xia Kingdom cannot command and order them.

It's like a nuclear weapon, and it's never reassuring to be in someone else's hands.

It can be said unceremoniously - as soon as Yang Mucheng is alive, the Great Qianguo will definitely not fall, but will become stronger and stronger!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The remaining warriors of the law enforcement team saw Yang Mucheng's gaze sweeping, and their bodies suddenly weakened, and they knelt directly on the ground.

"Do you want me to cut my land and pay compensation now, and keep my soul for three years?"

Yang Mucheng walked slowly with his hands behind his back. There wasn't a trace of dust on him, as if the person who had stepped on a Tongmai Grandmaster before was not him at all.

"Yang Mucheng, don't be complacent...... Do you think that if you are promoted to a horizontal refining powerhouse, you will be invincible in the world? Our Great Yin Family's boxing skills are in the same line, and there are dozens of horizontal refining powerhouses!"

A member of the law enforcement team endured Yang Mucheng's coercion, gritted his teeth and shouted.

"That's right, my Thai soldiers are strong and strong, and there are many strong people, so I don't believe that you alone can resist our Thai army!"

"If you have time to bear the guilt now, otherwise when our army comes to the city, you will only be able to be the last emperor!"

"Really, I'll wait!"

Yang Mucheng smiled faintly and waved his right hand. Before a dozen or so law enforcement officers could react, they were hit by this force. The blow of the strong man who condensed his internal strength was so powerful that a dozen or so people were shattered and died on the spot before they even came to their senses!

"Emperor Yang!"

Xia Jun frowned slightly, if Yang Mucheng didn't kill these people, with the national prestige of his Xia Kingdom, maybe he could also make Ertai avoid it, and make this matter a big thing a small matter. But he didn't expect Yang Mucheng to be so decisive, and the people in the law enforcement team were killed by him.

"Ertai, even if there are thousands of troops, even if he is a strong man, what am I afraid of? If Ertai dares to have the idea of using troops, I will definitely let him have no return!"

Yang Mucheng said proudly.

At this moment, Xia Jun had to have a hint of worship in his heart. Perhaps, this is the real emperor's appearance.

......

Sword Mountain.

This mountain is the first peak in the territory of Xia country, the mountain is more than 1,000 meters high, the cliff around the mountain body hangs, straight like a sword, so it is named Sword Mountain.

On Sword Mountain, an old man in white clothes and white beard sat and watched the sunrise and clouds, without the slightest smell of mortal dust on his body.

"Master!"

Nie Yun looked at the old man with reverence on his face.

He is the Sword Saint of the Xia Kingdom - Xiang Shaolong!

"What did you gain from going down the mountain this time?" Xiang Shaolong's old eyes slowly opened.

"Master, I met Emperor Daqian-Yang Mucheng!" Nie Yun saw a hint of disdain in Xiang Shaolong's eyes, and hurriedly explained: "He is the most talented sword cultivator I have ever seen, and he used the Xiliang Sun Moon Peak Sword in front of his disciples. That sword is even stronger than you!"

"Oh?" Xiang Shaolong's cloudy eyes flashed with a gleam.

Nie Yun continued: "When the disciple returned to the mountain, he heard that Yang Mucheng's cultivation had reached the realm of horizontal refinement. He was in the palace and killed Tuoba of the Ertai law enforcement team in three moves. This is the opponent you've always dreamed of......"

When Nie Yun said this, he stopped abruptly.

Because, he found that Xiang Shaolong had been sitting in Sword Mountain for decades, and although he was a strong man in horizontal refining, he was no match for time after all. His eyes were dying, his figure was rickety, and his breath was weak, no different from an ordinary old man. And Yang Mucheng is only fifteen or sixteen years old, which is the age of Qi and blood.

"Are you worried that I'm already old and not Yang Mucheng's opponent?" a smile appeared in Xiang Shaolong's eyes.

“...... Yes!"

Nie Yun nodded.

"Hahahaha......"

As soon as the words fell, Xiang Shaolong laughed, and his thin body stood up suddenly. A condensed breath suddenly rose like a surging volcano. As he stood up, the withered old body, which was originally hunched over, also erupted into a 'crackling' sound at the same time, and in an instant, the eighty or ninety-year-old dying body turned into a middle-aged man's sturdy.

"Using the Turtle Breath Technique for the teacher, I have been doing Death Meditation for sixty years in this Sword Immortal, which is only equivalent to six years. I'm in the prime of life now, why can't I fight with that Yang Mucheng?"

"A fifteen or sixteen-year-old horizontal refining powerhouse, a swordsmanship master who can use the Xiliang Sun Moon Peak Sword!"

"I can't wait to meet him!"

Xiang Shaolong put his hands behind his back, his face full of expectation.

"Master......" Nie Yun was shocked. "However, you haven't done it in sixty years, this swordsmanship ......"

Call!

Before Nie Yun's words fell, he saw Xiang Shaolong grab it in the air, as if he had caught the wind. He put his fingers together and slashed them like a sword. only heard the sound of 'tearing', and the ethereal clouds above the Sword Mountain were actually cut by his fingers at this moment.

The power of this sword made Nie Yun almost out of breath.

Under the light of the sword, the flowing clouds that spread for a hundred meters turned into nothing in an instant.

Slash through the clouds with a sword!

"How?"

Xiang Shaolong put his hands behind his back and looked at Nie Yun with a smile.

Where can Nie Yun still say half a sentence, the wind is invisible and the clouds are phaseless. His swordsmanship is not a problem to cut trees and stones, but he can't cut this flowing cloud.

"This is the sword saint who roamed the Xia Kingdom sixty years ago!" Nie Yun had only one thought in his heart.

With the power of this sword, even if Yang Mucheng is a peerless genius, can he resist the power of this sword?

"Tomorrow is the martial arts conference, right?"

Xiang Shaolong looked far away, looking into the distant void. "Decades ago, I became famous at the martial arts conference, and now I have been in meditation for 60 years, and I don't know how many people can remember me. Yang Mucheng, this time I came out of the mountain for you, I hope you don't let me down!"

Recite~

At this moment, a sharp and sharp eagle cry suddenly came. I saw a snow-white mountain eagle rushing from the clouds.

"That's ......"

Nie Yun was shocked in his heart, this was a high-grade demon beast! A demon beast that had reached the Horizontal Refining Realm!

The mountain eagle spreads its wings, reaching more than 20 meters, and flies in a state that seems to cover the sky and the sun. Just as Nie Yun was about to raise his sword to greet him, the mountain carving made a sharp turn and came to the Sword Saint, as well-behaved as a sheep.

"Don't worry, I took it decades ago......"

The Sword Master patted the mountain carving, jumped up, and rode the wind!

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Someone asked about the update, and I'll say it again here. Around 11 o'clock in the afternoon, around 8 o'clock in the evening, one will be updated, and the bottom two chapters are guaranteed. The rest of the time, there will be occasional outbreaks and updates, and the current time for adding changes is at 6 p.m.

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