Gate of God

Qiu Jingfeng's eyes were rounded at this moment, and his time to enter the Tiandao Pavilion was not short. Even for many disciples of the Tiandao Pavilion, he could be called a brother.

However, he didn't get much attention in Tiandao Pavilion. Until a while ago, Mu Qingfeng suddenly summoned all the disciples under the age of 30 to the front.

At that moment, Qiu Fengfeng knew that the time to wait for many years had finally come.

The carp in the water jumped the dragon gate.

This is not something that can be done by chance, but accumulation. Day after day, year after year, Qiu Jingfeng is the leader of this kind of accumulation.

Although he was unknown, he never gave up the avenue of pursuing the Holy Land. Even in the most desperate time, he never gave up.

On that day, all his efforts paid off.

Mu Qingfeng picked him.

Among nearly a hundred genius disciples, he was chosen, and he did not live up to Mu Qingfeng's expectations. Eventually, he successfully touched the Holy Land, a threshold that almost most people could not cross.

He felt that he had succeeded. At least the moment he broke through the Holy Realm, he felt that he was finally qualified to stand up.

But now...

Looking at the long sword in front of him, he could no longer hear any sound, no wind, no snow falling, and no more Mu Qingfeng's shouts.

All he could hear was his heartbeat.

"Boom, boom..."

Some rushes and some panics, but more of them are panic, a kind of helpless, but unable to reconcile panic, he is not reconciled, really not reconciled.

"Ah!!!" shouted from Qiu Qifeng's mouth with a long hissing sound, and at the same time, the short sword that had been clenched in his left hand also stabbed directly towards the rushing Nangongmu.

perish together!

This is not a behavior that a calm person should have, but it is indeed the best action for a reluctant person to vent his unwillingness.

"Boom!" The sword entered his chest, blood splashing.

Time seems to stop.

Qiu Jingfeng's body stood quietly on the spot. There was a sword on his chest, and there was a faint snow-white breath on the sword.

It's cold.

His hands were stiff with cold.

"Ding Dong!" The long sword in his hand fell to the ground, making a slight sound.

As for the short sword that was stabbed by him, he stayed quietly in the air, and did not continue to enter, because, in front of the blade of the sword, there was a flower, white as snow, crystal clear, above The petals are beautiful, one piece at a time, so fascinating.

"You lost." Nangongmu's voice sounded faintly. Then Qiu Fengfeng felt that the sword pierced into his chest was pulled out quickly, with a strong tingling pain.

"Yeah... lost..." Qiu Fengfeng responded softly, and then, as soon as his body became soft, he sat down on the ground.

"My sword, it is half an inch above your heart, which seals your small world. The time is...seven days!" Nangong Mu spoke again, and his voice remained calm.

"Half an inch? Seven... seven days..." Qiu Fengfeng's lonely expression was stunned, and then there was a surprise, but, soon, this surprise became unbelievable again.

Yes, he couldn't believe it.

It's not because of what Nangong Mu said, he didn't believe it.

Rather, he did not think that Nangong Mu could control the position of the sword to such a precise level in such a fierce battle.

Unless, the strength of Nangong Mu has surpassed him too much, so much that he can be defeated at will, and so much that he can control it freely when he fights to die together.

"Why?" Qiu Jingfeng didn't understand. He didn't understand why Nangong Mu wanted to keep his hand on him, because, he didn't think he had the value to let Nangong Mu keep his hand.

"There is someone you should know." Nangong Mu looked up slightly.

"Who?" Qiu Feng asked subconsciously.

"Fangzheng."

"Fang Zhengzhi?! Yes... I do know Fang Zhengzheng, but Fang Zhengzhi has no friendship with me, and I have never had a dialogue with him..."

"He is my friend." Nangong Mu did not wait for Qiu Fengfeng to finish.

"friend?!"

"Well, my friend has always advertised that he is not a killer, especially during the competition, because, he thinks that the competition is a competition, each for his own benefit, there is no hatred at all, so as long as the opponent is defeated , Is this idea ridiculous?"

"Ridiculous..." Qiu Fengfeng's expression froze for a moment, and then a hint of wry smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

If someone talked to him about this idea before a quarter of an hour, he would laugh, and how could there be such a naive person in this world?

In a world where the strongest is respected, everything is centered on the strongest.

And the weak...

It's just something that is slaughtered by anyone.

But now, it is such a naive and ridiculous person, but changed the Nangongmu in front of him, making him a survivor of this ridiculous concept.

"I owe him a life..." Qiu Jingfeng's fist tightened slightly, and there was something inexplicable in his eyes. It was complicated and could not be described by words.

"Well, I actually owe him something, and this thing, I think it is more precious than life." Nangongmu nodded, and then slowly backed out of five steps, did not speak again, nor spoke again. , Just standing quietly, waiting.

The disciples in charge of the Tiandao Pavilion finally responded at this moment, and quickly came to Qiu Jingfeng, carefully lifting Qiu Jingfeng on the ground.

"Brother Jingfeng, he..."

"It's okay, it's just temporarily weak, and you can recover after seven days." Qiu Jingfeng shook his head gently.

"Seven days later?" The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion were a little puzzled. However, they quickly responded, and when they looked at Nangongmu, there was more complexity. After a while, the lips of the disciples of the Taoist pavilion moved. At the same time, The body also gave a gift to Nangongmu: "Thank you."

Nangong Mu didn't speak or respond, just like a tree growing in the snow, so calm, so calm that he couldn't even see what he was thinking.

"The first match between Tiandao Pavilion and the Nangong family, Nangongmu... won!" The result of this match did not wait too long, because the result was already obvious.

However, the shock brought by it made all Zongmen disciples a little silent, because they haven't seen the last sword until now.

Why is it so fast?

Nangong Mu, this humble young man, why is he so strong?

What is his realm and strength?

Questions filled the hearts of all Zongmen disciples. In the same way, among the five gates of the Sanctuary, Mo Shanshi and Mu Qingfeng, as well as the elders behind them, all frowned.

And at this time, a figure also came out of the camp of Tiandao Pavilion. On the pink dress, a snowy fluffy belt was gently tied around the waist, revealing the exquisite figure, and a ray of mountain wind. Blow through, the skirt of the long skirt flutters gently.

This is overlooking the beauty of all beings, and with that touch of fascinating beauty, walked slowly into the field, standing in front of Nangong Mu, and arranging the long hair scattered on his shoulders.

A very simple action...

It made the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion tremble in their hearts, because they all knew very well that Chi Guyan would only stop her hair when she was absolutely serious.

"Chi Guyan! Chi Chiyan!"

"Tian Dao Pavilion, finally sent Chi Guyan out?"

"Not sent... but had to let Chi Guyan come out? After all, Nangongmu is too strong, even Tiandao Pavilion, it is impossible to find a holy realm under the age of thirty!"

"Yeah, but as far as I know, Chi Guyan is only 17 years old this year, and, I heard that she has not yet broken through the Holy Land. What will happen in this battle?"

The other Zongmen disciples looked at the figure slowly coming out, and after a moment of stunnedness, they finally woke up quickly.

And Mu Qingfeng gritted his teeth at this moment.

As other Zongmen disciples said, he was not willing to send Chi Guyan in the first round, but now he has no second choice.

Chi Guyan went out.

He did not ask, nor did he seek his opinion.

Because Chi Guyan already knew the answer in his heart, he also knew the embarrassment in his heart, so Chi Guyan made his own choice.

"Gu Yan, you must be careful..." Mu Qingfeng's lips moved slightly, and then he slowly sat down again, without speaking again.

The air seemed to be a little quieter, and it seemed a little bit depressed.

but……

This pressure did not last for too long, because, at this time, a somewhat out-of-date and unusually clear voice rang.

Completely disregarding the atmosphere of the scene.

"Sister Yan, cheer, and slap this wood down, Nangong Mu, if you dare to fight back, princess Ben... just... yes, Nangong Mu, when will you owe the princess silver?"

"..."

"..."

The disciples of Zongmen who had been waiting quietly for a while suddenly had a feeling of being like another world. It was a speechlessness rising from their hearts.

Silver?

Now, is it time to discuss this?

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that they clearly know that this is an interference tactic, and they can’t say anything, because the other party is not only the favorite princess in the Daxia Dynasty pilgrimage, but also the lesser landlord of Lingyun Tower. Is a 16-year-old Holy Realm strongman.

"Nangongmu, when you were in Yanjing City, you ate the princess, and you lived in the princess. Even if you are a little less, princess should give it a hundred thousand two dollars? Now take it, otherwise you are in debt. The unrequited villain!" Pingyang seemed to be completely unaware of the thoughts of the disciples around him, and continued to say nonstop.

"..." The disciples around Zongmen were speechless again.

Nangongmu stood silently, silently and quietly, as if he had not heard Pingyang's words at all.

"Nangongmu, don't pretend to be dumb, you have a loan for this princess' silver, you have to pay back if you have one..."

"Pingyang, stop it." Chi Guyan's voice interrupted Pingyang's preparations to continue. Then, she looked up slightly, looked at the sky, and a little bit of starlight slowly lighted up in her eyes.

"Sister Yan..." Pingyang was obviously aggrieved, but he didn't say anything. He just looked at Nangongmu bitterly, obviously it was a bit uncomfortable.

Although, as she said in her mouth, Nangong Mu lived in Pingyang House, Fang Zhengzhi and she took the initiative to invite her, but it was an indisputable fact that there was no silver left after finishing the meal.

Even though they once conspired to burn the Prince's House in Donggong together, once Nangong Mu and Chi Guyan stood together, it was not too difficult for Pingyang to make a choice among them.

"Get started." Chi Guyan's eyes slowly retracted, and his eyes became extremely bright, as if there were stars flashing in it.

"Wait, before I start, I have a few questions to ask you first." Nangong Mu shook his head.

"You ask." Chi Guyan nodded gently, but his face was somewhat surprised. After all, even her, she was a little surprised by Nangong Mu's abnormal behavior.

Because, as long as people who know Nangongmu are very clear, Nangongmu rarely answers other people's questions~www.wuxiaspot.com~ let alone actively ask questions.

"Why don't you stop Fang Zhengzhi from going to the Yin-Yang Temple?" After Nangong Mu finished, the blue and blue swords in his hand also tightened subconsciously.

"If you were by his side, would you stop it?" Chi Guyan did not directly answer Nangongmu's question, but asked after a moment of silence.

"I... no." Nangong Mu shook his head gently, and then his eyes suddenly became firmer: "But, I will prevent him from being taken away by Jiuding Mountain!"

"Do you think he is dead?" Chi Guyan was silent for a long time this time, and he spoke for a long time before being silent.

"No one can survive in that situation, even if he created countless impossible integrity, it is absolutely impossible to live..."

"If, what is his destiny?"

"Fate?"

"Well, destiny!"

"Fate...hahaha, fate...Shuanglong top, shocking ghost talent, won, can you be safe? Chi Guyan, do you know that this is actually our Nangong family..." Nangong Mu's expression was stunned for a moment. Later, it suddenly became a little crazy.

"Mu'er!" A voice sounded at this time, directly interrupting Nangongmu's words, and at the same time, a vast and powerful breath surged.

No one else is Nangong Tian, ​​the current owner of the Nangong family.

"How strong? This Nangongtian...is also hidden?"

"Nangong Family, why do you hide strength?"

"Hidden strength... That's the past. Isn't it more important now that the Nangong family has exposed the hidden strength?"

After feeling the breath of Nangong Tian, ​​the disciples around Zongmen also changed their expression slightly, and their expressions were full of shock and doubt.