Devil Seeds

"Wait a minute, let me meet this master first." A voice came from a distance.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of large flags were seen flying from the distant sky.

A group of eight people, carrying an eight-carrier sedan chair covered in white gauze, and stepping on the flying flag, turned out to be Yukong.

At the same time, a large number of red petals fell from the sky.

After eight palanquins were lifted, a group of ten drummers followed, playing fast-paced music, which fully enhanced the atmosphere.

Among the eight large sedan chairs, a figure in gorgeous white clothes sprang out, stepped on the flying petals, spun in the air, and slowly fell down.

With his handsome right cheek sideways, facing the heroes in the audience, he slowly picked up a strand of long hair that was slightly gray but not messy and haggard by his ear.

"Baidi City, Ye Tianhong!" Someone in the crowd called out the name of the person who came.

At the same time, there were bursts of deliberately suppressed but still unbearable exclamations in the area where some sects mainly female disciples were stationed.

The man in white looked at the monk who broke the three precepts, and then said in a gentle and gentle manner: "It is really amazing that this master broke through before the formation. I want to compete with the master at the next moment, I wonder if I have such an honor?"

Dugu Ming under the ring smiled without saying a word.

The master and apprentice squatting on the roof of the hut spat out a mouthful of saliva at the same time.

The monk who broke the three precepts heard the words and was about to speak.

But Ye Tianhong turned around directly, aimed at Bai Feishuang who had been standing in the corner of the ring, and then said in a doting tone: "I said...you can come to me if you have any questions. I will treat you as a My dear sister, your matter... how could I ignore it?"

On the roof of the hut in the distance, the apprentice said: "I know his eyes. If he wants to treat Bai Feishuang as his younger sister, I'll go down and eat shit."

The master patted his chest and said reassuringly, "It's okay! It's okay! I thought you were trying to cheat food and drink."

However, Bai Feishuang didn't seem to see Ye Tianhong's sincerity, and was quite moved: "That person is very strong. After all, this is my business. I don't want to trouble you, Big Brother Ye."

Ye Tianhong said with a smile: "It's okay, the ranking of this day's list will always be re-ranked. Regardless of success or failure... I will stand out for you."

After finishing speaking, Ye Tianhong looked at the monk who broke the three precepts again, and stretched out his hand to make a move.

From the eight-carried sedan chair still floating in the air, a snow-white sword flew out.

"This sword is forged by the strange iron from beyond the sky. There are three masters in total. Hundreds of famous masters were defeated by the sword. Although the masters are very human, they may not be unusual under my White Emperor Sword." Ye Tianhong said .

The monk who broke the three precepts touched his big bald head: "So...do you want to fight or not?"

Ye Tianhong shook the scabbard, and the long sword was unsheathed.

The bright sword light unexpectedly reflected a lonely peak and white cloud-like shadow at this moment.

"Master, please first."

"If I use the sword, you will have no chance to make a move." Ye Tianhong said.

Breaking the three precepts nodded, not polite.

The whole body's true energy trembled, and then a simple move, the ancient and generous Arhat Fuhu hit.

Ye Tianhong's eyes were bright, and the long sword in his hand was shaking rapidly.

In an instant, the light of the sky and the sea of ​​clouds revolved around the blade.

It seems that there are immortals wandering in the clouds, and there are celestial beings dancing swords.

The magnificent momentum filled the entire top of Jiupan Mountain.

"What a strong sword intent, what a strong sword energy."

"Ye Tianhong comprehended the meaning of the white clouds, which is really an advantage. In this world, mountains, rivers, swamps, seas and lakes are all different from each other. If you don't get the right location, it will be difficult to use it. This white cloud is a long way from the sky and the earth." Here, everywhere."

"When Ye Tianhong stabs out with a sword, there will be tens of thousands of swords falling from the sky. Even if this monk is a true Buddha, I'm afraid he can't resist it." In the stands under the ring, the old head of the Taihu Sect, touched Commented with a beard.

All the seniors around them nodded their heads.

Looking at the demeanor of Ye Tianhong's sword, they all have an expression of surprise and doubt.

Gradually, he seemed to have figured something out and relaxed.

"After all, he used to be the ninth in the list. It's normal to have such strength. Now his sword intent is outstanding, and the master's artistic conception he comprehends is also so lofty. If he is re-ranked, he may have to go up a few more levels." Binghe The head of the faction said slowly.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw that the clouds were overlapping, and within the coverage of the sword light, a golden light suddenly appeared.

All the sword energy was brutally torn apart.

The monk who broke the three precepts had already put on the golden glow, and trampled all the sword energy and sword shadow under his feet.

The phantom of Arhat behind him was once again looming.

Boom!

It was like the sound of an old bow breaking a string.

A simple punch smashed a cumbersome sword.

The domineering sword intent met an even more domineering fist.

Then the sword made of strange iron from outside the sky was smashed into several pieces.

Ye Tianhong, who seemed to be winning at first, was swept out of the ring with a punch, retreated dozens of steps, and then vomited blood.

"Sajia, stay strong! Otherwise, you will have to support this punch for three years." Breaking the three precepts stood on the ring and said to Ye Tianhong.

Hearing this, Ye Tianhong's originally pale complexion turned livid, and another mouthful of blood squirted out wildly.

On the snow-white skirt, red plums are dotted in an instant.

"It's a pity for Ye Tianhong!"

"His sword looks ethereal and gorgeous, but in fact it is extremely domineering. It forcibly suppresses all the breath in a space, turns it into its own sword energy, and then forms a sword force field. There are not many such sword moves, and they are often just one With a sword, the winner can be determined. But because of its dominance, there is no room for maneuver."

"Once you encounter a more domineering style of play than him, you will be defeated in an instant." Dugu Ming said standing under the ring.

"Ye Tianhong lost to the Three Precepts Breaking Master... He didn't feel wronged at all. The Three Precepts Breaking Master's overbearing... That's not all, compared with him... That's simply It's not easy to ask for it!" Dugu Ming added.

"Then if it were you, senior brother, how would you fight?" the disciple of the Sword Sect on the side asked.

Dugu Ming hesitated for a moment, and then replied: "If it were me, I might choose to roam and fight. After all, Master Breaker of the Three Precepts has not been in this world for a long time, and his understanding of martial arts in this world is limited. The means are also limited. So I will use more false moves to guide him, and then try to find a flaw to attack."

"However... as to whether this will win, I'm not sure. After all...he broke the three precepts!"

At the same time, Bai Feishuang, who had been standing in the corner of the ring, looked brightly and full of anticipation at the monk who broke the three precepts.

On the roof of the hut, the master kicked his apprentice's calf.

"Disciple! It's your turn. If you don't, your wife will follow the monk to become a nun!"

"Can you bear this?"

The eighth day in a row, the end!

Go to rest!

Goodnight everybody!