land of gods

"Kiste, step back." A gentle voice came from two different directions - no!Maybe it can't be called a voice!Because it was indeed sent by two people!

"Yes!" The red-clothed Archbishop Kester turned around and bowed deeply to the two people who walked out of the Supreme Hall, and stepped aside.

"Daoxian, the Pope." Walking out of the Supreme Hall, the two people whose movements were exactly the same spoke at the same time, not only the words were the same, the rhythm was the same, even the angles at which the two mouths opened could not be seen the slightest difference.

These two people, who seemed to have a symmetrical plane in the middle, walked to the front of the pool step by step. Except for the different clothes they were wearing, they were almost completely indistinguishable from other aspects.

"Meet the Daoist, the Pope!" All the onlookers, the law enforcement officers who maintained order, and even the weaker people who participated in the feast of death knelt down and worshiped reverently.

In addition to the man holding the sword and the woman dancing with the fan, there were five other people.

"Pingshen." The two men who couldn't find a single flaw in their appearance said at the same time again.

Just like the rumors said, Taoist Immortal and Pope never separated, never made different actions from each other, even talking, even brushing the dust off their clothes.They will not, and will not allow themselves.

"It's...terrible..." The old man looked at the two people who had a gentle face, but made everyone in the audience go crazy, his eyebrows were full of dignity.

"It's really scary." Li Nanqi spoke in a rare way. He looked at Ye Xiaoxiang who had woken up in his arms and looked at him stupidly, his tone full of chilling.

Ye Xiaoxiang looked at Li Nanqi, and couldn't help showing a satisfied smile.

"Three people, one person alive." Daoxian and the pope reached out their hands at the same time, and a relatively wide platform rose on the square. The surrounding area of ​​the platform was filled with dazzling runes, shining with dark blue light.

The man holding the sword glanced at the four fearful and excited people around him, sneered, walked slowly to the high platform, stomped his feet on the ground, jumped up into the air, and stood firmly on the high platform .

The fan dancer looked at the man standing on the stage with a calm face, silently retracted her step, and looked at the four people around her.The four of them froze for a moment, and when they realized it, they were all terrified. The fan dancer frowned and pointed at someone at random.The man jumped onto the high platform with a look of death on his face.

"Ha! Let the old man make a good start for you!" The old man laughed loudly, and walked up to the high platform step by step.

That's right, go up the stairs.

The faces of the man holding the sword and the fan dancer in the audience changed from their indifferent faces.

The old man had a kind face, leaning on crutches slowly towards the high platform, stepped on the steps built in the void, and walked up the high platform step by step. His face was leisurely, and there was no sign of any effort at all.

"It seems that I have underestimated you." The man holding the sword naturally hung his hand by his side, holding the sword still hidden in the sheath in his right hand, and unconsciously clenched his left hand into a fist, his tone was slowly heavy With excitement, "Looks like you should keep me entertained."

At this time, the cannon fodder thrown by the fan dancing girl was already terribly frightened.

"Young people," the old man replied with a smile, "We old men are already too old! The future world belongs to you!"

"Hmph!" The man who didn't believe the superficial meaning of the old man's words held the sword in front of his chest, held the scabbard with both hands, and reported himself, "The sword is strong, Wang Changfeng."

"It turned out to be the famous Wang Changfeng!" The old man seemed to suddenly realize, and then he smiled and refused Wang Changfeng's request, "My name, old man, I guess you won't know it even if I tell you."

"Hmph!" Wang Changfeng's face darkened when he was rejected, he didn't pay attention to the cannon fodder who was already trembling beside him, grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and drew out the sword.

The blade slowly came out of the sheath, glowing with a sharp luster.

The old man smiled and looked at Wang Changfeng, whose aura had climbed to the top little by little, without any movement, as if he was really an ordinary old man who was at the end of his life and had already looked down on life and death.

Wang Changfeng looked at the old man's despising behavior, his face sank again and again, but he didn't say anything, stood still, and just cut the fully unsheathed sword at the old man.

And he was indeed worthy of his title, a steadfast sword qi slashed towards the old man, steady and swift.

The old man gently lifted the crutch in his hand, as if the sword energy had been drawn, it hit the unpretentious crutch in Wang Changfeng's surprised eyes.

Contrary to what most people expected, the condensed sword energy disappeared the moment it touched the crutches, and the old man stomped the crutches to the ground again as if nothing had happened.

"It seems that I still underestimate you a little." Wang Changfeng let out a sigh of relief, and regained his initial indifference, saying this while stabbing a sword to the side.

The trembling cannon fodder's unbelievable eyes stopped at that moment.

Even though it was only stabbed once, his body was already full of transparent holes.

He fell down unwillingly, trying to grab something, but he couldn't even move his fingers.

It's just that one stab in the air cut off all the vitality in his body.

The old man glanced at Wang Changfeng with some interest: "Demonstration, young man. Young man, don't be too sharp, too hard is easy to break."

Wang Changfeng let out a cold snort, and attacked the old man like a bow and arrow off the string. The scabbard spun a few times in the air and stuck on the ground, and the sword in his hand was ready to go.

The old man raised the crutch in his hand, stretched it forward, and collided with Wang Changfeng's sword.

Wang Changfeng's expression changed because of the sword path that did not belong to his attack line at all, but his rich combat experience quickly stabilized his mind, and the sword pierced at the bottom of the crutch seemed to carry a mountain of ten thousand feet.

The old man didn't take a step back, he couldn't even see any signs of force, and his eyes were still kind.

Wang Changfeng's beast-like intuition made him keenly feel the danger coming from the left side. He simply retracted his sword neatly, spun his body in the air, and landed steadily a few feet away. The crutch formed by the emitted dark purple energy passed by where he was standing just now.

He frowned, his thoughts turned quickly, and he thought of the moment when the old man stomped on the ground after receiving his sword energy.

"Young man, the old man is getting old, so he doesn't have the ability to fight against you." The old man had kind eyes and kind eyes, just like the kind-hearted old man next door.

But this sentence reveals a cruel fact.

Wang Changfeng suddenly realized something, stepped on his foot, rose into the air, swung the sword in his hand, and blocked countless crutches that came out of the ground.

But the crutch seemed to be endless, Wang Changfeng's strength to jump into the air was exhausted, and what was about to meet him was bound to be a merciless fall.And once he stood on the ground, the crutches coming up from his feet would be unavoidable.

From his impenetrable sword energy, Wang Changfeng took a look at the old man standing there leisurely, and made up his mind like breaking the boat - he knew that fighting this kind of old man who is old but not dead but refined, he has experienced himself already. He lost too much, not to mention that he didn't have the upper hand in terms of strength.The only victory—that is, the way to survive, may be to fight, to fight to the death.

"Of course, it is feasible to fight to the death." The old man slowly uttered these words as if he could read what Wang Changfeng was thinking.

Wang Changfeng knew something was wrong, but at this moment he had no way out, facing the endless crutch attack, if he blindly defended, it would be nothing but a dead end.

It seems to be a long time to say, but in an instant, the sword has reached the old man's eyebrows, but there is only a slight gap, and it is a close call.

But even the gap of a hair is the gap of a hair, and the sword cannot go any further.

Wang Changfeng felt the feeling of being trapped in the mud from the sword, felt the strong wind coming from behind, and smiled bitterly.

The long sword burst open, and the sword energy that held the determination of a generation of swordsmen to die passed through the body of the old man standing still, and raged on the enchantment that had just appeared on the high platform for several breaths, before finally dissipating up.

Only two or three of those crutches hit Wang Changfeng's defenseless back hard.

Wang Changfeng fell a few steps forward, feeling desolate in his heart.

There was a person in front of him, but he fell a few steps.

Is it funny?

not ridiculous.

A cane protruded from his chest.

Wang Changfeng didn't look back, he knew that behind him was the old man with a kind smile on his face.

Wang Changfeng didn't smile, because he knew that he had suffered a crushing defeat.

Wang Changfeng didn't cry either, because he was convinced by the loss.

He is just a little regretful, why, there can only be such a contest, he thinks it is not enough, because even though he has paid his own life, he still feels that this contest is so hearty, whether it is strength or wisdom .

His layout still lost to the old man who had already matured.

His sword energy left his mark on the place where the old man stood, so he was able to pass through so many crutches in an instant with ease, because they had never met before.

When the old man blocked his sword energy, he planted countless attacks in the ground, deadly attacks.

So he used the foreshadowing he had planted earlier.

However, lead the snake into the hole.

This is the old man's intention.

It wasn't just those energies that he buried in the ground.

Also, himself.

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