One Hundred and Sixtieth Chapters: Call the Door

"This is a high-level heavenly soldier!" Liu Suifeng said in amazement, this is a real high-level heavenly soldier, and it is only one step away from becoming a sub-divine soldier.

It has been hundreds of years in Tianwu Continent, and there has been no Heavenly Soldiers. Unexpectedly, there is actually a Heavenly Soldier here, and it is also a high-level Heavenly Rank.

Xiao Chen's heart was also full of shock, and he couldn't figure out how Liu Ruyue restored the grade of the Moon Shadow Knife to the Heaven Rank.

Holding the Moon Shadow Knife, Liu Ruyue stood proudly, her clothes fluttered with the breeze, her hair fluttered, she looked down the mountain, and said lightly, "Let's go, people are coming!"

The long knife returned to its sheath, and the momentum on the Moon Shadow Knife suddenly disappeared. Liu Ruyue led Xiao Chen and Liu Suifeng, and walked down the mountain quickly. Everyone did not speak, and the expressions on their faces were extremely dignified.

At the foot of the mountain, I saw a group of warriors galloping aggressively towards Qingyun Peak. They made no effort to hide their murderous aura. They came all the way, startling countless birds.

The time to go was approaching, and everyone could clearly see who was coming. The leader was Zhao Gongming, the closed disciple of Biyun Peak's master Song Que.

Behind him there were several elders of Biyun Peak, all of whom were of martial arts level. Among the crowd, Song Qianhe, whose head was wrapped like a mummy, was surrounded in the middle.

Xiao Chen checked carefully, and there were seven Martial Masters including Zhao Gongming, and over ten Martial Artists who were in the realm of Great Martial Masters.

Among them, Zhao Gongming has the highest strength, possessing the strength of a middle-rank martial master, while the other martial masters are only in the low-rank realm. It is not surprising that there are so many low-rank Wu Zuns. After reaching the realm of Wu Zun, every step forward is very difficult.

Many people may stay in the realm of low-rank Wu Zun for the rest of their lives, so someone like Liu Ruyue who has reached the peak of Wu Zun at the age of twenty-four is scary.

But even so, Xiao Chen was still sweating for Liu Ruyue. Although there are so many Martial Masters, although their realms are all lower than Liu Ruyue's, the number can completely make up for the gap.

In the clouds in the sky, Song Que hid his figure inside, looking at Liu Ruyue and others at the bottom of the stage with hazy eyes.

Song Qianhe's life was not in danger, and there was no conclusive evidence to prove that those disciples of Biyun Peak who died were killed by Xiao Chen and Liu Suifeng.

As the master of the peak, it is not suitable for him to come forward directly at this time, it is fine to let the juniors make a fuss, it is best to force the one on the top of the mountain to come out.

Song Que looked at the towering peak of Qingyun Peak,

He murmured, "Old Freak Liu, he has been hiding on the top of the mountain for decades. Whether it is life or death, he has to take a risk."

"If the Sword Pavilion is closed today, you don't want to see it, let a little girl be the owner of the pavilion!" Song Que's eyes penetrated the endless space, as if he looked directly at the top of the mountain.

Since the death of the old Pavilion Master of the Great Tribulation twenty years ago, there has been no Pavilion Master in the Tiandao Pavilion. Leng Liusu, the daughter of the respected old Pavilion Master, is the Young Pavilion Master, and the Elders will be in charge of the Tiandao Pavilion.

As the saying goes, a family cannot be without a master for a day, and a country cannot be without a king for a day. The harmfulness of this situation is self-evident for the development and prestige of Tiandao Pavilion.

But before the old pavilion master died, he did not make a clear will, and there were more than one pavilion masters in the Tiandao Pavilion who were qualified to be the pavilion masters, fighting openly and secretly.

In the compromise of all parties, the current situation has been created, allowing the daughter of the old pavilion master to succeed the pavilion master of Tiandao Pavilion.

Among them, Song Que was the most dissatisfied. Although his strength was far behind those old monsters, he was among all those who were qualified to inherit the Pavilion Master.

He is the youngest, yes, among the people in Tiandao Pavilion who have reached the peak of Martial King, he is the youngest, only fifty years old.

After reaching King Wu, if there is no accident in his longevity, there is no problem in living to two hundred years old. His resentment towards the position of pavilion master is the strongest among all peak masters.

He has always been looking for an opportunity to annex Qing Yunfeng directly, and then he will have the power of the two factions, and he will have a much greater say in the elders' meeting.

Song Qianhe's pursuit of Liu Ruyue was actually mostly led by him, and Song Que turned a blind eye to his unscrupulous methods, acquiescing to them all.

In fact, he had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. If he hadn't had a layer of worry in his heart, he would have taken tough measures long ago. Song Que looked at the peak, thoughtful.

At the foot of the mountain, Liu Ruyue preemptively said: "Zhao Gongming, what do you want to do with a group of waste materials and bad old men?"

Before Zhao Gongming could speak, Song Qianhe, whose face was covered with bandages, said angrily: "Liu Ruyue, your apprentice killed my eight disciples of Biyun Peak. According to the school rules, you have to hand him over, otherwise you are also the same guilty."

Liu Ruyue raised her brows upside down, a ray of murderous intent shot out from her black eyes, and she gave Song Qianhe a hard look, only one glance scared Song Qianhe back a few steps.

Liu Ruyue sneered and said, "It's a piece of trash like you, but you still have the guts to be a true disciple of Biyun Peak. You're already like this. The strength of ordinary disciples on Biyun Peak can be imagined. Who knows who was killed by a cat or a dog? .”

Seeing that Liu Ruyue was so tough, Zhao Gongming felt happy instead of angry, and said, "Senior Sister Liu, don't change the subject, eight disciples of Biyun Peak have indeed died."

"Furthermore, Junior Brother Song saw with his own eyes that he was killed by Ye Chen. Whether he was killed by him or not, hand him over to the Law Enforcement Hall for a trial."

Liu Ruyue took off the golden belt around her waist, and said in a deep voice: "Look at the belt in my hand clearly, I am the peak master of Qingyun Peak, not your senior sister, whether the disciples of Biyun Peak are dead or not, the members of the Law Enforcement Hall Here you go, you can’t take someone from me without proof.”

Zhao Gongming smiled coldly and said: "Qingyunfeng, a faction with only one disciple, do you have the nerve to use your identity to suppress others in front of me?"

Liu Ruyue smiled, her smile was so beautiful that everyone around her looked sideways at her, and her mind was blurred for a moment, "Even if Qingyun is alone, it's not worthless like you who can be laughed at."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Ruyue flew forward, leaving afterimages in the air, and the person had already flashed in front of Zhao Gongming, Zhao Gongming was not panicked, but secretly delighted in his heart.

Even if there is no evidence, as long as Liu Ruyue hurts someone first, then their actions this time will not leave anything to be said.

But soon he couldn't laugh, a bright light lit up, and the Moon Shadow Knife came out of its sheath with a sway, and the sixth-order monster was equivalent to the aura of the peak Martial King, and went directly towards him.

With his middle-rank Martial Master's strength, in front of this monstrous aura, his breathing unexpectedly became rapid, and his originally smooth movements showed a brief lingering.

Giving up on drawing the sword, Zhao Gongming controlled his body and quickly stepped back. But this knife was too fast, and with the power of the heavenly soldiers, the light of the knife still drew a long scar on Zhao Gongming's forward.

The wound was not deep, but with the blood flying across, it quickly dyed a large amount of blood red on the clothes on his chest. The battle was about to start, and the remaining seven Martial Masters quickly attacked Liu Ruyue after a short period of absence.

This is a battle between Martial Masters, these great Martial Masters can't intervene at all, swords are flying across the field, figures are scorching, Xiao Chen and others can only see some vague figures.

The scope of the battle was getting bigger and bigger, and there were bursts of screams from time to time, and a low-rank Martial Venerable from Biyun Peak screamed, and his arm flew out directly.

Everyone hit the real fire, Liu Ruyue was merciless in his shots, risking his life, if the other party left a wound on her body, she immediately counterattacked ten times, and never retreated.

Following the power of the Heavenly Soldiers, Liu Ruyue did not lose any momentum in terms of momentum. Instead, the eight Martial Venerables in Biyun Peak became more and more frightened. From time to time, someone was directly cut off an arm and a large piece of flesh.

Several indiscriminate saber auras flew towards Xiao Chen and Liu Suifeng in the field. Xiao Chen used his palm as a knife and used the technique of drawing the saber. There was a thumping sound, and the several saber auras were directly melted into nothingness.

Liu Suifeng said nervously: "Ye Chen, what should we do? If this continues, even if the old lady can win, she will be seriously injured. There are still ten great martial artists on the other side who have not made a move, and we are not opponents."

"Don't rush me, I'm trying to figure out a way." Xiao Chen could naturally think of the questions that Liu Suifeng could think of, and he focused on Song Qianhe, who was in the crowd, thinking quickly in his mind.

Song Qianhe looked at Liu Ruyue with a cold expression, not paying too much attention to the casualties on the field. Except for Zhao Gongming, these Martial Venerables have all stayed in the realm of low-rank Martial Venerables for many years.

Bringing them here this time is actually to let these people die. None of the real elites in Biyun Peak came here. Even if they are all dead, don't feel bad.

Bi Yunfeng's background was exhausted, unlike Qing Yunfeng who only had one Liu Ruyue, as long as she fell down, other people could easily deal with it.

"Heavenly rank soul soldier? It seems that this operation is going to fail, should we take action?" In the clouds, Song Que watched the battle below, his brows were slightly frowned, and he couldn't make up his mind for a while.

In the arena, Liu Ruyue seized the opening of a low-rank Martial Lord, and stabbed the moon shadow knife across the air. It was directly inserted into the person's heart, and with a flick of the right hand, surging vitality flowed down the arm and poured into the blade.

boom!

With a loud bang, the person's body exploded into countless pieces, smashing into pieces. Blood was flying in the air, falling slowly like a rain of blood.

For Liu Ruyue's decisiveness and cold blood, the hearts of the warriors around couldn't help trembling. Although they were not afraid of death, seeing such a cruel way of death, they couldn't help feeling deeply apprehensive.

It's too ruthless, without the slightest consideration, if she says kill, she will kill, is she really not afraid of the rules of Tiandao Pavilion? Everyone can't help but think of it.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was in a daze, Liu Ruyue kept walking, and swiped straight across, splitting a low-rank Martial Venerable next to him in half.

"Liu Ruyue, you! Don't go too far!" In an instant, two low-rank Martial Venerables died tragically in Liu Ruyue's hands, Zhao Gongming asked involuntarily.

What answered him was that Liu Ruyue attacked more violently. She held the knife in both hands, her body was covered in blood, she looked like a madman, like a ghost who came out of hell, and she didn't care about the wounds on her body at all.

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