Chapter 186 All he has is maturity

Chapter 186 All he has is maturity

On the other side, Ge Canhong was attacked by someone from the Mo family and was seriously injured.

Gu Qingshu responded to the enemy with a long whip, and the shadows of the whip were flying, so that Wu Qing and Qinglian's family elders did not dare to act rashly.

The sick scholar Zhu Xingyu still held on tightly: "Elders, I just want to ask, are there any young disciples under the rank of Feitian Sect who dare to fight me?"

This sentence is a naked threat. If the Feitian Sect cannot meet the challenge today, it will definitely be ridiculed by the heroes in the world.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from Feitian Gate.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was unusually firm.

"What a big guts, what a loud tone, it really smells so bad, do you really think that everyone in my Feitian Sect can do it?"

This voice was also arrogant and domineering, and Zhu Xingyu was not taken seriously.

As soon as he appeared, he attracted a group of people's attention.

Ye Yang looked up and saw a man walking slowly, holding a green and yellow mottled gourd. He was tall and thin, with angry eyes. It was Wang Dong.

His complexion is like jade, and he is surrounded by hot real fire light. Now Dugu in the Feitian Sect is in danger, and Ye Yang is seriously injured. He is almost the first among this generation of young disciples.

After entering the Immortality Barrier, he was humiliated by the monsters in Northern Xinjiang and devoted himself to practice.

He has made great progress in the fire technique, and his majestic aura is like ocean waves, causing the air around him to curl up slightly.

He walked quickly to the entrance of the hall.

"Zhu Xingyu, since you are seriously ill, you should lie down in bed well. Why do you come to my Feitian Sect with a humble body and act so arrogantly? You, a brat, can humiliate my Feitian Sect?"

Wang Dong's words were not polite at all, insulting and scolding, leaving the sick scholar Zhu Xingyu unable to answer for a while.

Zhu Xingyu's eyes were piercing and forbidding. He stood up from the ground. His body looked like a ghost but not a disease, but in fact it was due to the depletion of blood all over his body due to a special technique.

But the aura came out vigorously, and his body was filled with the aura of illness and death, which was indeed powerful.

He looked at Wang Dong: "You are nothing like a pig or a dog. I am ranked 268th on the Qianlong Ranking. How can you, a little-known kid like you, be able to fight against me!"

Wang Dong opened his mouth and said: "I, the Protector Ye Yang of the Feitian Sect, was seriously injured and his meridians were severed. I can no longer fight. You know this clearly, but you still come here to do something casual in the name of a fight. You must pass my test first, and then let me go." Your big words.”

Ge Canhong was supported by Gu Qingshu and took a pill. His injuries were much better, but the blood stains on his back had not yet scabbed and were dripping with blood.

The two sides fell into a stalemate for a while.

Gu Qingshu frowned: "Wang Dong, please step back first."

After all, the sick scholar Zhu Xingyu is powerful and has been famous for a long time. He doesn't know if the other party is prepared. He doesn't want Wang Dong to put himself in danger.

"Are you Wang Dong? I heard that you were defeated by Dugu Qiang in one move, Die Wuhou in three moves, and even beaten by the monster from Northern Xinjiang until you knelt on the ground and begged for mercy?"

"You don't deserve to fight me."

"Whether you are worthy or not can only be determined after fighting."

Wang Dong took the lead.

"Bang Kuang, I am two years older than you, and now I can take you down with three moves."

The sick scholar Zhu Xingyu pointed the sword in his hand, and the aura of death from illness made the air tremble.

He stood still in front of Wang Dong.

"You don't know whether to live or die. Originally, I wanted to find Ye Yang, the Sword Master, to show him the strength of the masters on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. Luo Changsheng suppressed his realm to fight him. Does he really think he can stand shoulder to shoulder with us?"

"As for you, I'm afraid you won't be able to take a single move."

Although Wang Dong has a good reputation in the world of Feitianmen, it is not worth anything to Zhu Xingyu, a sick scholar.

"Watch me cut off your tongue."

Wang Dong hates people mentioning the battle where he was humiliated by the monsters from Northern Xinjiang.

In that battle, he was first seriously injured by Die Wuhou, and then was quickly defeated by a sneak attack by a mob from Northern Xinjiang. He was forced to kneel down in front of the monks with his head pressed down.

Now, the sick scholar Zhu Xingyu was looking for his weaknesses to scold him, which made the anger in his heart grow stronger.

The green and yellow mottled gourd in Wang Dong's hand spun in the sky, and countless flames spread out. He pinched a magic formula with his fingers, and his anger quickly became calmer, without any emotional change on his face.

There was a time when he was domineering and notorious for killing people and stealing goods.

After experiencing the life-and-death battle in the Immortal Barrier, he suffered many setbacks and made great progress. He no longer had any contempt and disregard for the heroes of the world.

There is no youthful spirit, no ambition to be as high as the sky, all there is is maturity, only lessons, only experience.

When facing the enemy, he never loses focus and quickly jumps into battle. This is a lesson his father recently taught him.

The eyes of Zhu Xingyu, a sick scholar, burst out with infinite sharp light.

With a shout, he shot out with a sword, and the world went dark, like a ghost with no trace to be found, and then the sword light rushed towards him.

With a pinch of Wang Dong's method, five qi and blood smokes were like diamond chains, rushing directly towards the sick scholar Zhu Xingyu.

The wolf smoke is poisonous, the black air is billowing, and the dust is flying.

"The most powerful disciple of this generation of Feitian Sect seems to be Ye Yang, who is known as the master of both swords and swords."

"No, there is another disciple of the Feitian Sect. He is the Heavenly Demon Spear Dugu Qiang. This disciple was previously known as Yishi Shen. He seems to be the first in the Feitian Sect's competition for the Feitian Seven True Masters."

"Hiss, the Heavenly Demon Spear actually came from the Feitian Sect. This boy is now ranked 38th on the Hidden Dragon List. He is strong enough, but he is also capable of causing trouble and offending the Qinglian Mo family and other families to death."

"Which one is better, Wang Dong or the sick scholar?"

"In my opinion, the sick scholar is better. After all, the Qianlong Ranking is no small matter. Although Wang Dong has a small reputation, compared with the talents on the Qianlong Ranking, he is still more than a little behind."

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The two of them struck, and blood flames billowed behind Wang Dong. The green and yellow mottled ancient gourd shone with a faint light, burning in all directions, like a ray of golden red glow in the dark night.

His beard and hair were all red, his eyes were wide open with anger, and three more streaks of red fire smoke as thick as a python rushed in front of the sick scholar Zhu Xingyu.

The flames are rolling, carrying the power of God to the world, but the sick scholar Zhu Xingyu's response is simple.

Just one sword, one sword pierced the world, and he was like a ghost and a god. He was in a crazy state, with disheveled hair and sunken eyes. He really looked like a lunatic.

Bang!

Zhu Xingyu's sword was like a fierce ghost charging towards him, its moves were deadly and strange.

The sword light split into several sword shadows, which rushed directly towards Wang Dong's eyes.

Wang Dong waved his sleeves, and Tingyutian Fire Technique, one of the three major sect-suppressing spiritual arts of Feitian Sect, was activated, causing endless fire rain to fall between the sky and the earth.

Seeing this, the people watching the battle couldn't help but gasp.

The flames were like raindrops, falling on the ground, causing thick smoke and chaos all around.

Zhu Xingyu, a sick scholar, stood up with the sword in front of him and held it in his hand, with a look in his eyes.

Although he has never met Ye Yang from the Feitian Sect, Wang Dong's strength is not weak after a fight.

Even a little beyond his expectation.

"How good are you? Who is stronger or weaker, you or Ye Yang?"

Wang Dong snorted coldly: "You must defeat me first before we talk! Senior Brother Ye is so powerful that you can't imagine."

He had some nasty encounters with Ye Yang before, and wanted to take Ye Yang into his own hands.

But later, he was rescued twice by Ye Yang, and when he saw Ye Yang frightened him away with a knife, he knew that he was no match, so he felt even more grateful.

Putting away the flaming gourd in his hand, Wang Dong spit out a mouthful of blood.

The green and yellow gourds were moistened by the essence and blood, and swelled in the wind. After a while, they grew to be almost ten feet high, and emitted countless red rays of light.

"This so-called Hidden Dragon List does not seem to be as powerful as imagined."

"Arrogance."

Zhu Xingyu, a sick scholar, looks like a ghost, and in his hand is a four-foot long snow-white sword made of peach wood, carved with the image of a ghost.

The long sword is edged on both sides, the blade is sharp, the spine is slightly curved, and the arc is slender.

The long sword was surrounded by black mist. At this time, it was pointing diagonally at the ground and actually closed its eyes.

At this critical moment of life and death, he closed his eyes. It seemed like a dangerous move, but in fact it was a sure-kill move.

"Didn't you say that's all the Qianlong List is? So today I'm going to let you see what the strength of the people on the Qianlong List is."

Hidden Dragon List, Hidden Dragon List, once the dragon and snake transformed into a dragon, the world trembled.

In the entire million-mile area of ​​Yalong Ridge, only 365 martial arts monks below the age of 16 are selected. Anyone who can be included in the list is the elite among the monks of his generation.

Even someone as strong as Gu Xuan was not included in it when he was young.

Nearby, only Wu Mahan, the head of the Five Poison Sect, briefly made the list when he was young, but was quickly kicked off the list.

Zhu Xingyu, a sick scholar, holds the mysterious inheritance of Purgatory Palace and ranks 268th on the Hidden Dragon List.

Ye Yang's eyes were shocked. Zhu Xingyu, the sick scholar, was indeed a master on the Qianlong List. He was indeed extraordinary.

He stood in the cave and watched carefully. Although the other party closed his eyes, the sword light in his hand was even more swift and omnipresent.

He couldn't help but think of a famous kendo senior.

"It turns out to be the inheritance of the blind old man."

The blind old man is good at swordsmanship, and his best skill is the Sword of Ignorance.

By blindfolding one's eyes, one's spiritual awareness is greatly enhanced, and swordsmanship monks of the same realm are often defeated before they even draw their swords.

He was extremely addicted to swords throughout his life, but this also hindered his progress in cultivation.

In his later years, he was unable to reach the highest level of kendo. He believed that everything he saw was impure and not as pure as the light of the sword, so he blinded himself and dedicated his life to kendo.

The sick scholar took out a black rag and covered his eyes. The place where his eyes entered was dim.

But the sword light on his body became stronger and stronger, and the sword intention became sharper, faster and more powerful, and it had an unusual bloody brilliance.

Buzz!

It is similar to the flapping sound of bird wings, but this sound does not come from the outside world, but emerges from the human heart.

Everyone looked at the sick scholar.

Even Gu Qingshu, Ge Canhong and others couldn't help but frown slightly.

Not to mention anything else, this man's sword moves alone can actually cause the inner turmoil of these late-stage martial artist monks who have condensed their evil energy.

This itself represents a kind of potential or strength.

Ye Yang gently touched the red maple sword in his hand.

Just now, under the stimulation of the opponent's sword energy, the Red Maple Sword trembled slightly, trembling back and forth with a very small amplitude.

The Red Maple Sword seemed to be reminded of something in the past, and it wanted to break free from Ye Yang's hands and fight with the opponent.

Ye Yang gently stroked the sword body of the Red Maple Sword. The red sword body, like a maple leaf, shone with a faint luster, showing an unyielding fighting spirit.

Ye Yang touched it with his hand, and Hong Maple Sword slowly calmed down.

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Wang Dong was not afraid in the face of the blind old man's inheritance, especially with the blessing of the entire Feitian Sect, he even had the home field advantage.

"It's more interesting this way."

Zhu Xingyu sneered, and the monk who came to watch the battle from afar became unsteady.