Chapter 956: The Pursuit of Ying Tianzong

Above the peerless king, the Great Emperor, what else is naturally the legendary Martial God.

But everyone knows that there is no god of war in the world, even if he is as strong as Emperor Qing and invincible for an era, he is not a god of war.

Like Lei Wang, who lived for tens of thousands of years and is recognized as the strongest in the world, is still not a martial god.

Situ Leihong listened to what Ying Zong said, and his ambitions were so great that even peerless powerhouses like Lei Wang and Qitian Shenhuang did not become the target.

"Is it possible that you want to be a Valkyrie, but your goal is too vague."

The smile on Ying Tianzong's face subsided, and he said in a slightly dignified tone: "Martial God? I really never thought about it. I have accumulated thousands of years, and I have reached the limit. My potential is exhausted. I just want to abandon the realm of the God Emperor. I just want to I know what kind of state a warrior is."

"The ancient sages were too cruel, and they left without leaving a single word. Even the imprint of their existence in Kunlun was completely erased, and they abandoned the entire Kunlun without leaving any message."

"I don't want anything else in this life, I just want to know that state, what kind of existence it is. I just want someone who has reached that state, don't be too cruel, just tell me what kind of state it is."

Situ Leihong heard the sadness in Ying Tianzong's words, the opponent has accumulated for thousands of years, if he becomes king in one dynasty, he will immediately be a master of the level of sword king and sword king, stronger than the three holy masters.

But even such an amazingly talented person is still full of doubts in his heart, and he himself is not sure whether there is a martial god in this world.

I'm not sure if there is a peak beyond the peak, and whether the end of the martial arts era is a dead end.

This is the sorrow in Ying Tianzong's heart, why not, the sorrow of all warriors in the Kunlun Realm.

What is a dead end? You have exhausted your heart, overcame thorns and thorns, climbed all the way, experienced hundreds of battles, and survived nine catastrophes.

But standing at the peak, but still can't escape death, stronger than Lei Di, so what if he can't die for ten thousand years, why don't he stay behind closed doors and wait for death.

Why, the road ahead has come to an end, there is no way to go, above the peak, there is no immortality.

Situ Leihong waved his hands and said, "Change the topic, this topic is too depressing."

Ying Tianzong said with a smile: "You want ten thousand years of flame crystals and ten thousand years of fine iron. It is for making a perfect sword. Let me see how the sword is made."

In Situ Leihong's mind, something resembling a fire stick appeared, and he smiled awkwardly: "Don't talk about it, keep changing, this topic is also quite heavy."

"Okay then, I'll get down to business. You helped Liu Xiaoyun forge magic weapons, and he still owes you a debt of gratitude. Give it to me and ask him to help me protect the dharma and be promoted to the king smoothly."

Situ Leihong scolded: "Damn, you are really ruthless. This is for my life. To talk about this, it is better to talk about the sword of perfection."

Situ Leihong's sword-casting skills are unparalleled in the world, and any force who gets it will benefit infinitely. I don't know how many strong people have his idea.

To be able to live happily until now is naturally because he helped people forge swords and received a lot of kindness, the biggest support among them is the sword king Liu Xiaoyun.

Everyone knows that the magic weapon in the sword king's hand is made by Situ Leihong, if he dares to touch him, he will definitely be retaliated by the sword king Liu Xiaoyun.

Ying Zongtian smiled: "Xiao Leizi, are you being stupid again? I have become a king, do I still need Liu Xiaoyun to protect you?"

"That's right, you have accumulated thousands of years, and once you become king, you are definitely not inferior to Liu Xiaoyun." Situ Leihong suddenly said.

"Let's go, that's all."

The space fluctuated for a while, Ying Zongtian disappeared into the hall, everything was as usual, as if he had never been here.

Situ Leihong said in a daze, "Why do I always feel like I've been tricked."

"Come out, Xiao Chen, come out!"

The gate of the villa opened, and under the respectful eyes of the doorman, a white figure appeared in the sight of everyone.

A swordsman actually entered Zhujian Villa, and he was invited in by Master Situ through the main entrance. Everyone's eyes were deeply filled with two words, jealousy.

Diao Jintao took a step forward, stopped Xiao Chen who had just stepped out of the steps, and glared at him.

"Boy, the account between us should be settled."

Knowing the way to rescue Aojiao, Xiao Chen was in a good mood, facing this unreasonable Diao Jintao, he thought of other solutions in his heart.

He is about to find the Resurrection Grass, the Bana Flower and the Sansheng Stone. He has already offended the people of the Medicine God Valley in the Profound Realm, and it will be a bit troublesome to get into trouble with a great master.

Even if you can just leave now, it is not an option to run over and chase after you find out about you later.

Suddenly, with a frown, Xiao Chen had a countermeasure in his mind, and said, "Old man, there is no need to embarrass my little friend like this. The so-called enemy should be solved rather than tied. There is no deep hatred between me and you, but just a light touch. Just look at your nephew."

Ouyang Feng vomited blood in his heart, what is a light touch, I was beaten by you for half a year and couldn't get out of bed.

Diao Jintao said coldly: "Are you kidding me? You thought you could settle this matter with just a few words."

Holding the Moon Shadow Knife in his arms, Xiao Chen said with a calm smile: "No, look at the old man's cultivation, it is deep and surging, the sword energy is like a big river, and the peak sword intent is even more sharp and boundless, I don't know the geometry of old age."

Diao Jintao was slightly proud: "My four hundred years of cultivation is beyond your comparability. It's easy to keep you."

Xiao Chen regretfully said: "That means there is only a hundred years to live."

Martial saints can reach five hundred years, as long as there are no accidents, if something goes wrong in the practice, and they are seriously injured by the enemy, .[,! ] or use taboo martial arts, you can live to five hundred years old.

Five hundred years is a long time for ordinary people, but for warriors, especially powerful warriors, there is only one thing to say, and there will be an end.

If you can't break through the realm of quasi-emperor and make your lifespan reach a thousand years, even with your unfathomable strength and peaceful noble status, you will eventually turn into a piece of loess.

Especially for warriors like Diao Jintao, who have reached the realm of a great master, but are still some distance away from Emperor Zhun, their nostalgia for the world of mortals is far more than warriors of other realms.

Xiao Chen's words immediately accepted Diao Jintao's bottom line, and his anger was provoked in an instant.

"Old man, don't get angry, Xiao is willing to use a longevity fruit to resolve this grievance." Xiao Chen threw out a heavy news.

Diao Jintao's heart was excited at once by the word "longevity fruit": "Say, you have longevity fruit!"

Among the long line of swordsmen, many elders with master level cultivation felt their hearts agitated, and now they looked at Xiao Chen, not with the jealous look they had before, but with naked killing intent.

Xiao Chen stretched out his hand and threw a longevity fruit in the Qiankun ring, and threw it towards Diao Jintao.

As soon as Diao Jintao caught it, his eyes looked extremely excited. Ouyang Feng was beside him, dragging his seriously injured body, and he yelled a few times without answering.

"It's really a longevity fruit, a longevity fruit that can prolong one's lifespan by a hundred years, hahaha, now that I break through the quasi-emperor realm, maybe there is hope."

Feeling overwhelmed, Diao Jintao couldn't help laughing, and quickly put away the longevity fruit.

"Uncle, you won't ignore your nephew because of a longevity fruit." Ouyang Feng saw Diao Jintao's overjoyed expression, and couldn't help becoming anxious.

Diao Jintao put away the longevity fruit, and reprimanded him with a straight face: "How can you say that? You repeatedly made things difficult for Mr. Xiao, insulting and attacking, and Xiao Chen just touched you lightly. With such a heart, you are not grateful to Dade , and what a great enmity, I am ashamed of your father."

At last he turned around, cupped his hands and said: "Young Master Xiao, what my nephew did wrong today, as his elder, I apologize to you."

Ouyang Feng is really going to vomit blood from anger, there is no panacea for my injury, it will never heal in half a year, what is a light touch.

Feeling angry, Ouyang Feng said angrily: "Uncle, can you show some face, he just called you a blind old bastard."

Snapped!

As soon as he finished speaking, Diao Jintao slapped Ouyang Fan directly across the face, and with a bang, Ouyang Fan flew out and rolled down the mountain like a stone.

Originally, the internal injury had just been suppressed, but now he couldn't help but die from pain, and his wailing sounded all over the mountains and plains, which was terrible.

What a young hero, he came here full of confidence to seek the fate of the sword, but he ended up like this, being slapped and rolled back by his uncle, which is embarrassing.

Diao Jintao was depressed, this Ouyang Feng really didn't want to go on the road, and he still couldn't see the situation clearly, and he blamed himself for giving him the steps.

A longevity fruit means a lifespan of 100 years, a lifespan of 200 years, so what if you are called an old blind man, no matter how harsh the scolding is, you will recognize it.

What's more, what Xiao Chen said is also true, there is no such thing as deep hatred, enemies should be resolved rather than tied.

Diao Jintao turned around and showed Xiao Chen a spring-like smile: "Young Master Xiao, let's go. After half a year, you will be awarded the King's Grand Ceremony, and the old man will prepare a generous gift. If you are lucky enough to break through the quasi-emperor realm, you will definitely come back again." Thanks."

"Fuck, shameless!"

"Shameless, really shameless."

"Great master of swordsmanship, if you say so, you will change, if you say you will turn your face, you will turn your face."

A group of young swordsmen suddenly yelled, feeling worthless for Ouyang Feng.

But a group of old master-level martial saints had already surrounded Xiao Chen, all smiling like flowers on their faces, they couldn't stop praising Xiao Chen.

"Young Master Xiao, you are truly a talented person with an extraordinary bearing. I have long seen that Ouyang Feng was upset. He attacked Young Master Xiao indiscriminately. He is a scumbag. He should be taught a lesson. Is there any longevity fruit that can be given to the old man?" One no."

"White King's magnanimity is indeed worth learning from the younger generation. It's good that young people can be like Bai Yi Wang."

"The Azure Dragon King is the Azure Dragon King. He is indeed the one who can be personally summoned by Master Situ."

All kinds of praise, like overwhelming mountains and seas, bombarded Xiao Chen like cannon fire.

These old people, seeing Xiao Chen casually gave Diao Jintao a longevity fruit, they were completely red-eyed. They all spoke out, begging Xiao Chen to give them a longevity fruit.

Xiao Chen was amused in his heart, what these people said earlier still rings in his ears, looking at this performance now, it is really a great irony.