I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

At the top of Lingyun Mountain, the mysterious light curtain opened and disappeared.

Hearing Hu Feinan's voice, everyone at the foot of the mountain suddenly realized.

The two of them were just testing each other out, not fighting yet. The real battle is still to come.

That's right. A battle between such a legendary figure in the martial arts world would have to last for three days and three nights.

Everyone is looking forward to what kind of battle will happen when the seven masters gather together.

But the real situation on the mountain is.

Zhao Heng continued to sit in Zijin Terrace, while the eldest princess sealed Zhou Yin's meridians after he fainted, took him to the dungeon that had been built below the attic, and threw him into the "Tianzi No. 6" dungeon.

Zhao Heng continues to wait for the next martial arts legend.

Waiting until the sun's shadow was setting in the west and the sky was getting dark, a melodious and lonely flute sound suddenly floated from the horizon.

Everyone looked up and saw the sky covered by the setting sun.

A man wearing a hat and black clothes, with a black flying sword at his feet, held a jade flute horizontally in his hand, and played the flute sound. Under the setting sun, he looked particularly aloof and mysterious.

After a while, the sound of the flute stopped, and the man came to the sky above Lingyun Mountain, overlooking the earth with a pair of deep eyes.

"Who saw the lonely man walking around alone, the misty and solitary shadow? I, Ning Xiu, came all the way to Lingyun Mountain to discuss swordsmanship with the national master!"

As soon as the word "Ning Xiu" was heard, the crowd at the foot of the mountain, who had almost fallen asleep waiting, became excited again.

Especially some of the Jianghu heroines and the aristocratic ladies who came to watch the fun couldn't help but scream.

"It's Ning Xiu, Ning Xiu of the Divine Shadow Demon Tracer!"

"I heard that this person has unparalleled light skills. He comes and goes without a trace. His body skills are as famous as those of fireworks and flying foxes."

"Not only in terms of body skills, it is said that Ning Xiu's hidden attack and killing skills are the best in the world. He is the well-deserved number one killer. In terms of overall strength, he is probably even better than Hu Feinan!"

…

The crowd was talking a lot, and countless auras were added to the head of the hero Ning.

Zhao Heng in the void also raised his head and looked at Ning Xiu, who was also in the middle stage of the Ascending Heaven Realm.

Zhao Heng cupped his fists and invited: "Master Ning, please come to the Purple Gold Stage to speak!"

Ning Xiu nodded slightly in the void, but raised the jade flute again and played for a while, causing countless girls to scream at the foot of Lingyun Mountain.

In this way, he just withdrew the sword light, and his figure turned into an afterimage in the void, floating down. His movement as elegant as the wind made countless people marvel and admire him.

Zhao Heng's eyebrows twitched, and he patiently waited for the other party to complete this series of actions.

After Ning Xiu boarded the Purple Gold Platform, Zhao Heng activated the isolation formation again.

"Master Ning, I heard that you are the best killer in the world, with unparalleled physical skills and very good at attacking and killing techniques. Hu will come to learn a lesson today."

Zhao Heng slowly picked up the cyan sword blade in his hand, wanting to fight immediately to see the opponent's strength.

Ning Xiu, who was opposite him, also slowly raised the sword as black as ink in his hand, but he did not take action immediately. His eyes under the bamboo hat were cold and desolate.

"Ning is the destined lone star of the Heavenly Evil. He is homeless and has no one to rely on. Only this sword is with me, accompanying me through life and death, killing countless powerful enemies.

This sword is the most powerful weapon in the world, with a blade of three feet and seven inches, and a net weight of seven kilograms and thirteen taels. It is made of Tianshan cold iron..."

"Ahem... I understand, let's get started, Master Ning!"

Zhao Heng didn't know how long the other party would continue to beep. He was worried that other masters would arrive at any time, so he could only interrupt.

This move aroused dissatisfaction from Ning Xiu, and his eyes turned cold one by one.

"Hmph, if you disrespect my partner, you will bear his wrath!"

The next moment, Ning Que's sword-wielding figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

He turned into a black afterimage, moving at high speed around Zhao Heng, and countless sword blades suddenly appeared in all directions.

Zhao Heng glanced around, standing straight on the spot and making no movement for a long time.

At this time, Ning Xiu's cold voice came to his ears.

"Hu Feinan, you should be able to see by now the gap in our strength.

My movement is faster than yours, and my sword is sharper than yours. You have lost this battle...! "

"Um……?"

Ning Xiu, who was moving at high speed, suddenly shrank his pupils.

He was shocked to find that Zhao Heng, shrouded in the light of his sword, had disappeared.

The next moment.

"Pfft...!"

There was a sound of a sharp weapon piercing the body, and Ning Xiu's body suddenly froze, and he stared blankly at the bloody sword blade pierced from his shoulder.

He turned around with his neck stiffened, and what he saw was Hu Feinan's helpless expression.

"That's enough, let's go drink tea in the attic."

Then, there was a flying kick in front of him, as fast as lightning, which directly blew Ning Xiu away, vomiting blood and fainting.

After this battle, Zhao Heng finally understood the strength of the seven martial arts masters and eliminated sect undercovers like Hu Feinan.

The local masters of the Heaven Realm in the secular world can almost be described as "weak chickens".

Unlike the eldest princess, who is a self-taught genius with a devilish talent.

The foundations of these legendary martial arts masters are too weak.

Because the energy absorbed is too mixed, it seems to be extraordinary, but in fact the energy is weak and flashy.

Secondly, the exercises and martial arts they practice are all the lowest level innate classics.

In addition, they stand at the top of the secular martial arts world. In the secular world, they usually just "torture food" and occasionally show their power as strong men to gain some fans.

In terms of actual combat experience, especially the experience of fighting against warriors of the same level, it is simply pitiful.

Now I met Zhao Heng, the "magic genius".

It's just like a player with "white ordinary equipment" meets a krypton gold player with "purple gold rare equipment".

They are at the same level, but the quality is too different, and the latter can beat the former.

At this time, the princess also appeared again, and skillfully invited this Shenying Mozhan into the Tianzi No. 5 prison.

With "Invincible Divine Fist" and "Shenying Mozhan" as the foundation, Zhao Heng already knew the level of this segment.

Regarding the capture of the six masters, he was originally a little unsure, but he suddenly felt confident.

And the development of things is indeed like this.

At night, two famous masters came one after another.

"Ghost Face Demon Girl" Liu Meiyan and "Heavenly Sound Saint Hand" Gu Chengwen.

One of them is famous for using poison, and the other is good at sound wave attacks.

The way the two appeared was as fancy and high-profile as the previous two.

But the end of the two was also the same.

The mysterious poisoning method of the ghost-faced demon woman not only failed to poison Zhao Heng, but Zhao Heng secretly put many kinds of poisons in her. Before she could react, she was slapped down by Zhao Heng.

The Heavenly Sound Saint wanted to play the zither and severely injure Zhao Heng with sound waves, but Zhao Heng taught him a lesson with a ghost thorn.

The strings of his zither broke on the spot, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted and fell to the ground.

So far, four of the seven martial arts masters except Hu Feinan have been captured.

Only "Sword Saint" Ye Qiu and "Tyrant Sword" Xiao Mobei are left.

These two are the most famous among the seven masters, and they have not appeared for a long time.

Until late at night.

Zhao Heng, who closed his eyes and concentrated on the purple gold stage, suddenly turned his head and looked at the southwest sky.

"Swoosh...!"

A light escaped, as fast as lightning, without too many fancy and gorgeous appearances.

In a blink of an eye, a figure landed from the top of the peak.

"Shua...!"

The figure stood still. It was a black-clad swordsman with a slightly thin face. He was thin, but his eyes were as bright as an eagle.

His swords were very special. He had two swords on his left and right. The left sword was narrow and long, and the right sword was wide and thick. Both were hidden in the scabbard.

"Ba Dao, Xiao Mobei?"

Zhao Heng looked at the person who came and slowly stood up.

"Yes, I am Xiao Mobei, and you must be Hu Feinan."

Xiao Mobei's voice was very flat, without too many emotional fluctuations, much more low-key than the previous four people.

But Zhao Heng could feel that the other party looked at him with a kind of innate arrogance and contempt.

It was as if he and he were not from the same world at all.

This person seemed to be more conceited than the previous four.

Zhao Heng had also sensed the other party's cultivation.

"Late stage of Ascension Realm!"

It was indeed much more powerful than the previous four people, but through the previous battle, Zhao Heng knew that the strength of these masters of Ascension Realm in the secular world was at least 30% lower.

With his current strength and abnormal physique, it should be no problem to deal with a low-ranking late-stage Ascension Realm expert.

Thinking of this, Zhao Heng directly activated the formation.

"Hmm... Isolation formation?" Xiao Mobei frowned slightly.

Zhao Heng was also a little surprised. The four people before didn't seem to know much about formations. The other party was able to identify the type of formation at a glance. It was indeed a little tricky.

However, Zhao Heng didn't care. The long sword in his hand shone, and his fighting spirit rose.

Xiao Mobei on the opposite side sneered, looked down at the two sabers on his waist, and chose the slender saber on the left.

"Clang...!"

The long sword was unsheathed like a crescent, emitting a cold and cold light.

The moment the two looked at each other, their figures disappeared at the same time. The next moment, they appeared together in the center of the high platform, and the swords clashed!

Zhao Heng only used 60% of his strength in this sword, as a test.

According to his estimation of these secular masters of the Ascension Realm, 60% of the strength was enough to suppress this person.

"Boom...!"

The next moment, the swords collided, and a thunderous sound erupted.

In the eyes of the two people, they were shocked and staggered back!

"Hmm...?"

Zhao Heng and Xiao Mobei were shocked at the same time.

Zhao Heng did not expect that the power of this Tyrant Sword was so strong and solid. He was almost no match for his 60% power.

The two people's eyes flashed, and they used their power to attack again, and the swords and swords met at a high speed!

Zhao Heng narrowed his eyes and quietly strengthened his power, raising his 60% power to 70%, and he was about to suppress his opponent.

Unexpectedly, the momentum of the Tyrant Sword Xiao Mobei on the blade was also secretly increasing, and the two fought again.

"Hmm...?"

The two were surprised at the same time and increased their power again.

This time Zhao Heng had used 80% of his power, but the opponent had also increased his power to the corresponding power.

Until Zhao Heng burst out 90% of his strength, and the opponent also used amazing energy, the two were still evenly matched.

At this moment, both of them realized that something was wrong!

"Who are you?"

This feeling is clearly that the two boosters who sneaked into the low-level division to "fish" accidentally collided with each other, and they are not "locals"!