Return of the War God

Swordsman, sharp edge!

Therefore, swordsmen are pure, and their behavior is like the long sword in their hands, pure and direct. Because they are sincere with the sword, they are also sincere in their hearts.

Swordsmen never make promises to anyone easily, but as long as a promise is made, they will not frown even if they go up the mountain and go down to the sea of ​​fire. They will only try their best to fulfill their promises, even if they sacrifice their lives.

Therefore, Cheng Moyou opened his mouth like this, and the words he said were like knives, one spit and one nail.

Because he received the grace of Ye Wuque's guidance, if he didn't repay, he would only be dusty from then on, and his heart would be hindered.

But Cheng Moyou's words spread throughout the arena, and immediately made countless disciples dumbfounded.

"I'm going! This is too exaggerated! What the hell happened? Cheng Moyou, the 22nd place in the ranking, became Ye Wuque's younger brother?"

"What the hell did Ye Wuque do? Just by pointing at Cheng Moyou, will he be able to worship him?"

"It's also a beeping dog! Is this the scene of the ranking competition? This has become the scene of Ye Wuque accepting his younger brother!"

"It's so awesome! It's too good for Ye Wuque to make a master who is number 22 on the personal list worship him!"

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Countless disciples in the arena exclaimed, their faces full of incredulity, but they immediately gave birth to infinite emotion and awe for Ye Wuque. The challenge of the ranking competition was like this, and there was simply no one left.

On the battle platform, Ye Wuque also knew something about Cheng Moyou's actions. He understood that this was what a swordsman would do without going against his heart, so he immediately stepped forward to help Cheng Moyou and said with a smile, "Senior Brother Cheng doesn't need to do this. , congratulations to Senior Brother Cheng for taking a step further in kendo, and stepping into the realm of harmony from now on, the road to supreme kendo can be expected!"

This sentence, Ye Wuque said sincerely, with a slight smile.

Cheng Moyou looked at Ye Wuque, who was obviously younger than him, but his style was superior by several points, and a pair of sword-like eyes also sighed.

"Junior Brother Ye, your understanding and cognition of the kendo lineage are truly exquisite. If junior brother Ye is practicing swordsmanship, he must be a genius of Gadai who is not born in my kendo lineage!"

Looking at Ye Wuque, Cheng Moyou said such a sentence, but it was sincere, without any hypocrisy or politeness.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Cheng has won the prize, but my path is not kendo. However, the road is three thousand, although the paths are different, but after reaching a certain level, we can learn from each other. ."

"It's not lonely, and you can see other people's strengths. Isn't this kind of road and scenery even more exciting?"

Hearing this sentence, Cheng Moyou's eyes were shocked, and he immediately realized something. He made a loud noise at the same time, and the long sword in his hand was also chanting, and he seemed to be equally excited and happy.

In the end, Cheng Moyou nodded to Ye Wukui and immediately turned around and jumped off the stage. With the unique style of a swordsman, he strode forward and left the arena. any nostalgia.

Only a clear and joyful sword song reverberates in this world.

"The long wind rises, the clouds fly up, and the world alone is laughing crazy!"

"People are crazy, they can't measure themselves! Changfeng is a song and sword!"

"The sword is unsheathed, the man turns into a awn, and the snow is flying against the wind for thousands of miles!"

"At the end of the years, where is the injury? A move to the past to say goodbye to the past..."

For a swordsman, what is more joyful than finding the most correct swordsmanship?

glory? fame?

These are not comparable to his own kendo and the long sword in his hand, and they can all be discarded without any nostalgia.

Seeing Cheng Moyou leave, Ye Wuque also had a bright smile on his face.

At this point in the first battle, Ye Wuque has become... the twenty-second on the list of people in a special way!

clap clap clap...

The thunderous applause resounded, and it seemed that everyone was impressed by Cheng Moyou's demeanor of the swordsman who turned and left, but looking at Ye Wuque, who was independent on the battlefield, the applause was even more thunderous!

Cheng Moyou is an outstanding swordsman, and Ye Wuque's style is even more unique!

At this moment, countless disciples of the Holy Dao of the Heavens filled with infinite emotion. They became more persistent and strong in their own cultivation path, and a heart seemed to have been polished and became more tenacious.

The Scarlet Throne, the tenth row!

This is the last row of the Scarlet Throne, and it is also the highest row!

Every figure that can sit on it exudes incomparable fluctuations like the roar of a dragon above the nine heavens.

With their position, they can look down on all the disciples of the heaven and the holy way, even if they are experts in the human rankings, they can only accept their overlooking, and these ten of them have this qualification.

Because, they are the top ten people on the list, and they are the top ten people among the hundreds of thousands of disciples of the entire heaven and holy way!

Powerful, mysterious and unpredictable!

This is their adjective, and it is also the object that countless disciples of the heavens and the Holy Dao look up to and revere.

At this moment, some of the top ten people on the list also looked at Ye Wuque on the battlefield.

Before that, no matter what kind of battle happened, no matter how exciting it was, no matter how powerful it was, in this tenth row, there were no waves and no attention.

But at this moment, following Ye Wuque's instructions to Cheng Moyou, Cheng Moyou's move to further his swordsmanship finally caught the attention of several of them.

"Ye Wuque... This kid is a bit interesting."

This is a strong voice, as if his opening is like a vast land, countless mammoths are galloping wildly, wherever they pass, everything will be trampled to ashes, barbaric, domineering, direct!

"The combat power is good, and he has a bit of potential. If you give him a few years, he may be able to match us, but now... he is still too young, and he is still far behind."

Another voice sounded, but this time it was the voice of a woman.

Indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations, like a jade statue sitting cross-legged under the cold moonlight, transcendental.

"Hahahaha... Every time there are some dark horses in the ranking competition, I am full of hope every time. I hope that there will be a super dark horse that hits me in the middle, but I am disappointed every time. This time, this leaf Are there any exceptions? Tsk tsk tsk…”

The third voice sounded, with a hint of arrogance and unruly in its tone, but more of a burning desire, as if looking forward to the emergence of a rising star among the 800,000 disciples of the Holy Dao of the Heavens, and the voice of The master loosened the restraint.

These three voices all came from the tenth row of the Scarlet Throne, but the masters of the three voices could not tell the difference, because every figure in the tenth row was surrounded by strong rays of Yuanli, which could only be faintly seen. Body shape, face but can not see clearly.

However, at this moment, on the independent throne, which represents the third place in the human rankings, there was originally a raging flame.

But the purplish-red flame suddenly cracked, revealing a pair of purplish-red eyes that seemed to flow through hell magma!

This scorpion is high, and there is a flash of coldness and a trace of killing intent in it!

And this killing intent, the target is Ye Wuque who is walking towards the Scarlet Throne!

"Ye Wuque... it gave you half a year to live... now it's time to die."