The years when I explored the fairyland

Another battlefield.

The middle-aged man holding the sword narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, looked up and down, and asked: "You are Zhou Wu's eldest disciple, Yin Shengyun, who was born in the mud, right?

It's really a shame for me to be on the same level with people like you!"

The handsome young man on the opposite side smiled and looked up: "You should be the eldest disciple of old Yun Lie in name, but actually the illegitimate son, Bai Chongyuan, right?

I don't think you are special, why did that old man Yun Lie kill his wife and children and let you return to the sect?

Or maybe it's just that your stepmother who climbed into the master's bed is more powerful?"

This is a poke at the lungs. The middle-aged man's face was slightly cold, and he said: "I just hope that your martial arts are more powerful than your verbal battles?"

"Then come on? Come on? See if I can't kill you!"

The middle-aged man raised his sword and slashed, and sword lights bloomed, like a lotus in full bloom, like clouds and mist, very beautiful.

But Yin Shengyun's smile remained unchanged, and his true energy surged out, revealing a white elephant phantom out of thin air, roaring to the sky, and then crashing into it.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the area within a radius of dozens of meters turned into smoke and dust rising into the sky. What could be seen with the naked eye was a white elephant madly trampling the ground, swinging its long trunk, and smashing down with the shrill wind and rain.

Bai Chongyuan seemed to be a congenital warrior, but he was suppressed miserably.

…

In another place,

Mei Jiaoniang, the left protector, was running for her life, and outside her, the nine-tailed fox was looming, like a phantom.

Although every time it appeared, it could help her speed up, but it couldn't withstand the relentless pursuit of the person behind her.

It was a nun, about forty years old, well maintained, and very beautiful.

However, that rigid face already showed that she kept people at a distance.

She chased after him with her sword, her sword energy spurting out like rain, she was really generous and didn't care about others.

Many butterfly dancers wanted to help their master, but she avoided them if she could, and if she couldn't avoid them, she would just resist them head-on, staring at Mei Jiao Niang, slashing out sharp sword lights one after another.

Even so, she kept murmuring: "Cut you to death, you slut, I'll kill you, kill you, kill you..."

The tears and blood seemed to be a real hatred.

Actually, it was true. Her name was Xin Xingjuan, the fourth elder of the inner sect of Yunya Sword Sect. She became famous at a young age, was outstanding in swordsmanship, entered the innate realm early, and married her childhood sweetheart.

Ordinarily, this day should be perfect.

Unfortunately, her husband fell hopelessly in love with Mei Jiao Niang after meeting her, and in order to please her, he did not hesitate to sell out the secrets of Yunya Sword Sect.

It even led to the first tragedy in the Yunya Sword Sect in a hundred years, that is, the sixth elder Wu Youde was killed by his enemies and his whole family was wiped out.

But even so, he never regretted it, but was discovered by the head of the sect Yun Lie, and finally trapped to death in the dungeon of the Yunya Sword Sect.

But his wife blamed everything on Mei Jiao Niang, and this scene happened.

...

Another battlefield.

The Divine Hammer King Cao Bao had gone crazy, and his iron hammer was almost dancing out of flowers. Every time he smashed it, a solid shadow broke through the air, and the air exploded and the earth trembled.

But even so, he was very strenuous, because his opponents were a man and a woman, two innate warriors.

The man's name was Jiao Shiheng, about sixty years old, with a round body, a fat head and big ears. He was the second elder of the Yunya Sword Sect, nicknamed "Bai Li Jian", and he also learned the Yunya Sword Sect's very special unique skill, called "Bai Li Jian".

He is the best at sword energy. Every strike of his long sword can bring up sword energy. He is even praised as "a sword that can cut a hundred miles away".

Of course, it is just praise, but the explosiveness of his sword skills is indeed powerful.

Especially when the sword light passes, few dare to stop it.

As for the woman, her name is Tu Xiaolian, about fifty years old, short and thin, and as thin as if she could be blown away by a gust of wind.

The sword skill she learned is called "Wind Blowing Sword", which means "a strong wind blows, and the sword edge leaves no trace". It is actually an assassination sword.

But this person is also a genius. He has practiced the feminine meaning of "gentle wind blowing willows".

The cooperation between the two of them, one attack and one defense, the sword light is entangled like a spider web, and Cao Bao's heavy hammer is restricted to have no temper at all.

…

Another battlefield,

The scene of Zhongli Linghui, the innate worshiper of Wenxiang Temple, was much better. She used the whip skill with one hand to perfection, as if holding a long snake upside down, attacking everywhere.

The tip of the whip, when it hit the air, directly exploded a cloud of mist; when it hit people, it was a cloud of blood mist, which was extremely fierce and vicious.

And his opponent was Guan Bochuan, the great elder of Yunya Sword School.

It is very strange that he did not practice swordsmanship, but became famous for a unique palm method called "Fire Palm"!

The palm method is not complicated, but the true energy is extremely unique. It can only be practiced by special physiques. Every punch and palm can produce the true energy of fire. Wherever it passes, the red flames burn, which actually has the taste of secret arts.

But this is real martial arts, and the killing power is not bad.

It can be said that Guan Bochuan is not at a disadvantage against anyone, but he is really powerless against Zhongli Linghui.

Zhongli Linghui used the whip technique to control the distance between the two sides, just to prevent Guan Bochuan from getting close, making him scream in anger.

But Zhongli Linghui was not in a hurry at all, and even leisurely controlled the rhythm.

……

In another place,

Chu Zhou descended from the sky, shaking the ground with a punch, and the shock wave rippled outward, directly blowing away the surrounding Yunya disciples. Then he reached out and pulled the old drunkard Feng Yan back.

The old drunkard was not in a good condition now. There were sword wounds all over his body. Although his lungs were not injured, only half of the wine gourd in his hand was left, and his "fire-breathing secret technique" was useless.

"Puh, puh, puh..."

After spitting out a few mouthfuls of dust, the old drunkard looked happy and nervous after surviving a disaster, and said: "Master Chu, Master brother, you are really here. If you were a little later, I, the old drunkard, would have met the King of Hell."

"Good people don't live long, and evil people will last for thousands of years. It's not easy for you to die."

Chu Zhou stood up straight and waved his hand again, and saw Yi Huai and Wei Fangjie striding over: "You two, just follow the old drunkard. Although he is not strong, he is experienced. It will be safer for you to follow him."

"Yes, senior brother!"*2

Chu Zhou looked at the old drunkard again and said, "You take my two junior brothers with you. As long as you don't commit suicide, even if a congenital warrior comes, I can save your life."

"Okay, okay!"

Feng Yan nodded hurriedly and stood up straight, but at a certain moment, his expression froze and asked, "You just said that my strength is not good, how can I be weak?

I, the old drunkard Feng Yan, am a martial artist who has perfected the marrow training. I am congenital, and I can't beat the congenital warriors, but as long as there are not several marrow training warriors besieging me, I..."

He couldn't say anything more, because he looked to the left.

Yi Huai stood there, already unfolding his domineering body, more than two meters tall, his muscles were like copper and iron, holding a sword, like holding a toothpick.

He looked to the right again, Wei Fangjie, also displayed his domineering body, the same burly and majestic figure, and a long spear in his hand, thick and big, stabbing people, absolutely powerful.

"Not satisfied, then I'll find someone else?"

"Satisfied, satisfied!"

The drunkard old man Feng Yan laughed, he patted his left thigh, then patted his right chest, and said: "I like the art of domineering body, come on, let me take you to the battlefield."

As he said that, he looked around and stared at a marrow training warrior who almost took his life just now, and shouted: "Hey, where are you running?"

Before he finished speaking, he hit him with a hand seal, and he moved like a meteor. Yi Huai and Wei Fangjie followed behind, without any hesitation, and followed with big strides.

The marrow training warrior who had just woken up from the dizziness, before he could react, saw three figures rushing to him.

At that moment, his despair can be imagined.

Chu Zhou saw this scene, just smiled, turned around again, and jumped without hesitation.

Boom!

The earth trembled, and he rushed into the sky, stretching his physical strength to the extreme. He opened his arms, smashed a sword light, and smashed into a hunchbacked old man.

Bang!

The collision between the sword and the fist did not actually touch, but was a conflict between true energy and magic power.

The sword light trembled, and nineteen sword qi were fired in a row, changing unpredictably, while Chu Zhou's fist force was across the sky, surging like waves, and in an instant, they fought dozens of times.

When he landed, Chu Zhou had already opened the domineering body form of several feet high, blocking the two old men.

"Your opponent is me!"

"The little kid is not bad, but I am very happy to fight to the death with a genius like you."

"I am also very happy, old lady!"

They didn't say much, but in an instant, they collided again.

Chu Zhou is not a congenital, but in Wenxiangguan, he is calculated as a congenital combat power, and Zhou Wu gave him the task of stopping these old men who might appear.

The reason was simple. He had killed one and had a certain understanding of them.

Moreover, he was physically strong and could fight a protracted war. These old guys would definitely not be able to outlast him.

Chu Zhou was also trying his best, because he was not stopping one person, but two.

Chu Zhou did not feel nervous about the two innate warriors who were fighting him desperately. Instead, he felt excited.

Regardless of the outside world, he had improved at an extremely exaggerated speed since he started practicing.

Now, more than a month had passed. He felt that the only challenge of fighting two such innate warriors was how long it would take to kill them!

Today, Chu Zhou has also realized that innate warriors are also divided into strong and weak.

Zhou Wu is known as the best master in Tianquan County. Even among the innate warriors, he is an absolute strong man.

It is not objective to use him to measure the combat power of other innate warriors. As for those in front of him, they are the bottom of the innate warriors and garbage.

…

At this time, if you look down from the sky, you can see that in such a large area, countless warriors have already collided with each other and fought each other.

After all, they are martial artists. They cannot follow the orders of the army, but with punches and kicks, weapons breaking through the air, their killing power is definitely more terrifying than that of the army.

This is not to mention those Tongmai masters, whose internal force surges, and various killing moves are frequently played, with full light and shadow effects.

As for the battlefield of the innate warriors, no matter where they move, they can clear a large space in the shortest time.

There is no way, even if they are not afraid of death, they don’t want to die unclearly in the aftermath of the battle of the innate masters.

In the void, the King Gongye of the Tyrant Sect looked at the situation on the ground and nodded slightly.

Is this right?

Sometimes there are crossbow carts, and sometimes there are artillery. It doesn’t look like a fight between martial arts sects.

Even now, neither side showed any signs of weakness, and he didn't know who would win or lose?

However, it didn't matter, who won or lost, what did it have to do with his Ba Zong?

It would be better if both sides were injured.

When this thought came up, he couldn't help but twitch his lips, but he looked up as if he had sensed something.

Thanks to the sharp five senses of the innate warrior, he seemed to be aware that something seemed to have happened in the distance?

In the distance, north of Anyue City, on the solitary Yunya Mountain, billowing smoke seemed to be rising.

There should be the gate of the Yunya Sword Sect.

Did someone use some tricks?

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