Martial Arts: People in Beiliang, taking stock of land swordsmen

"If you dare to move again, you will be scattered."

Su Han's voice came down from the void again, rumbling over the entire imperial city.

Eight hundred Qintian Supervisor Qi Cultivators, 100,000 Imperial City Forbidden Army, all sweat was falling like rain at this moment, and their liver and gallbladder were shattered.

The young eunuch lay in the pit, bleeding from all his orifices, his face distorted, but he really didn't dare to move.

He obeys the east and leaves the royal dragon qi to exist, and the luck is connected with the national fortune of the east, and if the east is not destroyed, he will not die.

But at this moment, he was more frightened than ever.

Because he could sense that the existence from the sky had the terrifying power to destroy the Dongli Dynasty.

Although this gesture made him lose face, it was better than losing his life.

Nangong was secretly grateful to Su Han in his heart, and faced the imperial city again, the spring thunder knife rang out of its sheath, and pointed to the imperial city from afar:

"Han Mink, get out!"

There are countless imperial heritages in the east.

There is an ancestral courtyard in Longhu Mountain, a heavenly immortal worshipped by Qin Tianjian, and even a sealed Heavenly Man Gaoshu Road.

But at this moment, all the hidden means were silent.

With just one kick in the air, Su Han suppressed the young eunuch who was in Tai'an City and could fight against the heavens.

This kind of strength, just like the resurrection of Lu Zu, who in the sky and on the earth dares to stop it?

In the Chaoyang Palace, Emperor Dongli sat on the dragon chair, his face was pale.

No one has ever been able to dominate Tai'an City to such a point, Cao Qingyi can't do it, and Xu Xiao, the king of Beiliang, can't do it.

But today someone did.

One person slashed at the imperial city, asking Han Mink, the head of the 200,000 eunuchs, to go out and die.

At this time, it was the court meeting, but the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty all hung their heads and did not say a word.

Han Mink, who was standing beside the emperor, leaned back slightly, as if sensing that his end had come.

He shook his body, bowed to the emperor from the east, and said respectfully, "The slave has gone." "

Then he didn't wait for the emperor to reply, straightened up directly, and strode out from the main hall through the civil and military officials.

This is an extremely arrogant thing for a eunuch, but Han Mink doesn't care anymore.

In the Chaoyang Palace, it was still silent.

Everyone can clearly feel the big battle outside, the anger is horizontal, the sword intent is soaring, and the cold is full of murderous opportunities.

A moment later, a little eunuch stumbled in and said in a trembling voice, "Han, Chief Han has been killed." "

The palm of Emperor Dongli's hand holding the dragon chair was bruised, and the corners of his eyes were almost bloodshot.

Han Diao has been by his side for too long, and has helped him deal with many troublesome things, and he is an absolute confidant.

But today, he could only watch Han Mink go to his death, and he was still killed alive in the imperial city.

Even he didn't know why that man wanted to kill Han Mink.

This shame is unprecedented.

"Please ask General Gu Jiantang to come out and fight!"

Just when Emperor Dongli and the Manchu Dynasty Wenwu felt that the matter had passed, that voice sounded again.

And this time it was one of the Eight Great Pillar Kingdoms, second only to Gu Jiantang, the general of Xu Xiao, the king of Beiliang.

This time, the government and the opposition were completely exploded.

The generals showed their anger one after another.

Han Mink served a eunuch, even if he was the chief eunuch, if he died, he would die.

But Gu Jiantang is the East Departure Shangzhu Country, the East Departure Military Department Shangshu, the East Departure First Heavy General, and the East Departure Optimus Pillar!

If this is for him to die in vain, how can the face of the Dongli Dynasty remain?

"Quiet—"

Just when the ministers were noisy, Zhang Julu, who was standing at the head of the ministers, suddenly spoke.

Zhang Julu's prestige was unmatched, and everyone was quiet for a while, silently looking towards Zhang Julu.

Even Emperor Dongli looked at Zhang Julu, and he had no idea at this moment.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhang Julu lifted his robe and bowed deeply to Gu Jiantang, who was the first military general opposite.

The two are of the same level, but Zhang Julu is a courtesy of a subordinate.

Gu Jiantang's body shook, his face turned purple in an instant, he naturally knew why this worship was.

"Good! Good! Good! "

Gu Jiantang looked at Zhang Julu, who bowed down, and looked at the silent Dongli Emperor, and finally laughed three times, like Han Mink's servant, and strode out of the hall.

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty looked at Gu Jiantang's departing back, and bowed down in unison, as if to say, "Congratulations to the general to his death." "

Gu Jiantang had never felt that the distance between Chaoyang Hall and Wuyang Gate was so close, as if he had walked there in two steps.

He saw Nangong Pu Shot standing in front of Wuyang Gate, Han Mink who was staring at him, and the young eunuch who was bleeding but motionless.

Surrounded by Qin Tianjian 800 Qi Refiners, 100,000 battle-hardened Imperial City Forbidden Army.

But Nangong Pu shot one person and two swords, but he stood up with the momentum of a million-strong army.

The clouds and mist in the sky are tumbling endlessly, as if there is a supreme power standing in it, looking down on the common people, which is where Nangong Pu shot's confidence lies.

Gu Jiantang walked closer, stared at Nangong Pu Shot's beautiful face, and said hoarsely:

"I shouldn't have seen you, I don't know where I've offended? So that I can die and understand. "

Nangong frowned and said, "When did I say that I have a grudge against you?" I have heard for a long time that you Gu Jiantang is the first person in Dongli to use a knife, so I want to try it with you. "

Gu Jiantang has fought countless battles in his life, killed countless people, and only thought that Nangong was a relative of a deceased soul under his sword, but he didn't expect to get this answer.

This girl just wants to learn from him?

Gu Jiantang looked at Han Mink, who was dying tragically next to him, "What about him?" "

"He's different, he has a grudge against me." Nangong said seriously.

At this moment, Gu Jiantang finally determined that Nangong was indeed not here to seek revenge on him, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Good! Then let General Ben see how your sword skills are! "

After all, Gu Jiantang had fought a hundred battles, and he quickly mustered up his battle intent, and a powerful sword intent spread out from him.

Nangong Pu shot a little bit and couldn't help nodding secretly.

This sword intent is indeed powerful, if it weren't for the fusion of the [Ten Thousand Years Sword Dao Perception], she probably wouldn't be able to fight.

Over the north of the town.

Su Han retracted his gaze and revealed a faint smile.

In the original book, she failed to kill any of Nangong's four enemies with her own hands, and now she is a pity.

As for the battle between Nangong and Gu Jiantang, it was a simple competition, and it didn't matter if it was won or lost.

at the gates of the city.

A young swordsman wandered back and forth, his face full of worry.

He's been waiting here since Nameless left.

The current Dongying rivers and lakes are the Longtan Tiger's Den.

Although Nameless's strength is extremely strong, it is impossible for him to be the opponent of the Great Master and the Great Demon God.

Suddenly, Jian Chen's heart felt something, and he suddenly looked eastward.

It was an incomparably terrifying sword intent, coming from thousands of miles away, and the entire Zhenbei City was shocked.

Countless martial arts masters gathered at the east city gate, looking at the blue sky.

"It's coming!"

In the crowd, a one-armed old man shouted loudly, it was the sword-eating ancestor Sui Xiegu.

Xu Fengnian and Lao Huang hurriedly stared at it, and after more than a dozen breaths, they saw a black dot galloping towards Zhenbei City.

As the black dot got closer and closer, its full appearance came into everyone's eyes, it was an incomparably sharp sword.

"Boom!"

The long sword broke through the air, and no one dared to step forward to intercept it.

Because this sword contains an incomparably sharp and terrifying sword intent, the land immortals will die if they dare to stop it.

Everyone could only watch as the sword rushed straight towards it and slammed it into the walls of Zhenbei City.

When they saw the sword clearly, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

Because that sword is exactly that—the heroic sword.

"Master!!"

Jian Chen knelt directly on the ground, tears rolling down.

The hero returns with a sword, and the hero has no return.

Many people have expected this outcome.

But when they really saw this scene with their own eyes, and saw the heroic sword that was alone on the city wall, everyone couldn't help but sigh.

The ambition dies before the body is paid, and the hero is full of tears.

In the southwest corner, Sui Xiegu smacked his lips and said regretfully: "Good sword, sword intent is better, but it's a pity that I couldn't see him." "

Lao Huang hurriedly reminded: "Master, this heroic sword is not to be eaten." "

"Who said I was going to eat?"

Sui Xiangu rolled his eyes and said.

Another corner.

Jiang Ting was depressed, looked at Su Han and said, "Master, is that nameless really dead?" "

Su Han looked into the distance, as if he had traveled through time and space, and saw the earth-shattering battle.

After a while, Su Han retracted his gaze and said with a slight smile: "Sure enough, there is a fate in the dark, and the catastrophe has not disappeared, how can he, the person who should be robbed, die?" I believe that when the nameless returns, it will shock the world. "

Blue Bird, Yu Youwei, and Jiang Ting were all relieved when they heard this, and then they all became curious, not knowing what the situation was.

Su Han didn't explain much, and only said casually: "Nameless went to a real kendo holy land. "

......

Time flies, and days pass in the blink of an eye.

A piece of news spread in Dongli Jianghu, causing an uproar in the entire Jianghu.

That is Nangong Pu She, one of the four maids of the Northern Liang storyteller Su Han, who entered Tai'an City alone.

Kill the demon cat Han Mink in a battle.

In the first battle, he defeated Gu Jiantang, the first person in Dongli to use a knife.

There are even many people who spread that when Nangong Pu shot into Tai'an City, he was blocked by the young eunuch, but was stepped into the ground by Su Han.

This rumor is so appalling that many people choose to believe it.

The reason is simple.

That Han Mink is the head of the 200,000 eunuchs in Dongli, and Gu Jiantang is a general of the imperial court.

Nangong Pu shot a land immortal, and if he wanted to kill one in Tai'an City, defeat another, and then leave, it was simply impossible.

Unless before that, the Dongli Dynasty has been afraid of Nangong, that is, the young eunuch with the greatest background of the Dongli Dynasty.

As time passed, this rumor was accepted by more and more people.

Since then, there has been one more rumor in the world, that is, Su Han, the storyteller of Beiliang, whose strength is already above the seventh realm!

......

Meanwhile.

Datang Jianghu, Royal Sword Villa.

At this time, the place was already full of devastation, as if there had been a shocking battle.

Yu Lian and Jun Mo looked at Ke Haoran who walked out step by step, their faces were full of awe

After 20 years, Ke Haoran came out of the rivers and lakes again.

Even with the arrogance of Jun Mo and Yu Lian, after seeing Ke Haoran's sword, they were still only convinced.

The immortal demon Yin Zhong was indeed extremely powerful, and even if the two of them joined forces, they were not sure to defeat him.

But he couldn't even hold out for twenty rounds under Ke Haoran's sword.

This kind of terrifying strength made them all feel that they could never be surpassed.

But Ke Haoran was depressed.

This battle can be said to be the most humiliating battle he has ever fought in his life.

He neither failed to break through to the eighth realm as he wished, nor did he really kill Yin Zhong, and his immortal body was really immortal.

In the end, Ke Haoran had no choice but to beat Yin Zhong into the bottom of the Hell Rock Valley, and used the hottest Zhurong fire underground to form a fan cage array and imprison Yin Zhong.

Yu Lian knew Ke Haoran's thoughts, and comforted him softly: "Mr. Ke's move is no different from killing that Yin Zhong, so there is no need to worry about it anymore." "

Ke Haoran shook his head and said, "No, I have to fight again, otherwise I won't be happy." "

"Do you want to go to Zhenbei City? I heard that there are many masters there. Jun Mo proposed.

Ke Haoran glanced in the direction of Zhenbei City, shook his head and said, "There are no masters in Zhenbei City. "

Jun Mo and Yu Lian were speechless.

Now Zhenbei City is the place where the world gathers, and I don't know how many land immortals have left their names on the list of land immortals.

It is estimated that only Ke Haoran can say the sentence 'There is no master in Zhenbei City' in the whole world.

Ke Haoran flipped out Su Han's booklet, read it again, and suddenly smiled: "Yes, go to Xiling Temple." "

"What?"

Jun Mo and Yu Lian were shocked when they heard this, and hurriedly dissuaded them.

If they go anywhere else, they don't worry.

But the Xiling Temple is the territory of Haotian Dao, and it is the closest place to Haotian.

"Where I'm going, senior brother can't stop me, let alone you."

Ke Haoran ignored Jun Mo and Yu Lian's dissuasion at all, and went straight to Xiling with the Qinggang sword on his shoulder.

Fighting with Yin Zhong completely mobilized the fighting spirit in his heart, and he will never give up without fighting.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Ke Haoran's three words are a heavy burden.

After discovering that he entered Xiling, the entire Xiling Temple exploded.

Xiling Zhangjiao didn't say a word, and directly contacted Haotian Dao behind him, but no one dared to stop this killing god on the face of Haotian Dao.

Soon, the news was reported to Haotian Dao's most mysterious and unpredictable Zhishouguan.

Knowing and guarding the back mountain.

The rocks and mud here are red, as if the blood that has dried up for thousands of years is spread on it.

The surface of the cliff is covered with green vines, covering from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, looking like a green mountain from a distance.

If you get closer, you can see that there are caves hidden behind these green vines.

In every cave, there is a hermit powerhouse who knows how to watch and watch.

Almost all of them are above the realm of land immortals, and there are even a few that exceed the sixth realm.

At this moment, all these hidden powerhouses were alarmed, looked at the foot of Momoyama Mountain from afar, and let out an angry roar.

A few of them even shouted directly: "Ke Haoran, how dare you?" "

"Why wouldn't I dare?"

Ke Haoran's voice sounded without showing weakness.

The hidden powerhouses in those caves were even more furious, and they came out of the caves one after another, wanting to teach Ke Haoran a lesson.

For thousands of years, no one has ever dared to go wild in Haotian Daomen.

But without them coming out, Ke Haoran had already arrived, one person and one sword, and he was killed in the back mountain of Zhishouguan.

"Ke Haoran, you are looking for death!"

The masters above the Six Realms who had warned earlier had no patience and went directly to kill Ke Haoran.

"A group of pseudo-Seven Realms are also worthy of being presumptuous in front of me?"

Ke Haoran's face was cold, and he slashed towards the mountain, and the rolling blood rain sprinkled down, making the land even more red.

It was an incomparably terrifying, tragic battle.

Ke Haoran had one person and one sword, and he abolished the twenty-three land immortals and five powerhouses of the Apocalypse Realm in the back mountain of Zhishouguan, making them all fall below the Earth Immortal Realm.

And almost everyone is severely disabled, either with severed hands and feet, or their ears cut off and their eyes blinded.

The mountains and fields resounded the wails and screams of these hidden powerhouses.

This is exactly Ke Haoran's bad taste, just like trapping Liansheng with a large array of Fan cages and not killing him.

He wants to make these Haotian Dao masters who think they are high up all become waste.

"Boom..."

Just when no one stood in front of Ke Haoran, there was a violent shock in the sky.

A heavenly gate emerged above the back mountain, and the angry shouts of the immortals came from inside:

"Ke Haoran, do you want to die?"

Ke Haoran raised his head, directly pointed at the gate of heaven with a green steel sword, and said coldly: "Dare to make a noise again, believe it or not, I will kill the sky directly?" "

The immortals on the other end of the Heavenly Gate seemed to have no idea that Ke Haoran would dare to draw his sword to the sky.

But after feeling the terrifying sword intent on Ke Haoran's body, all the immortals were silent, and then the gate of heaven slowly closed.

Knowing the battle of guarding the back mountain, Ke Haoran ascended all the way, and now he has reached the eighth realm, the eighth realm of martial arts!

In such a realm, the heavens and immortals would not dare to provoke it.

After all, now that Haotian is not in the Kingdom of God, let this Ke Haoran kill the Heavenly Realm, but no one is sure to stop this madman.

Ke Haoran saw that the gate of heaven was closed, so he snorted coldly and put away the green steel sword.

stepped on the wreckage of countless severed limbs and walked down the back mountain.

At the same time, on Wudang Mountain.

A little Taoist priest riding a green ox looked at Xiling from afar, with a look of doubt on his face.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear someone scolding angrily towards the sky.

This feeling is familiar.