Chapter 186 He only Has Maturity

On the other side, Ge Canhong was attacked by someone from the Mo family and was seriously injured.

Gu Qingshu responded to the enemy with a long whip, and the shadows of the whip were flying, so that Wu Qing and Qinglian's family elders did not dare to act rashly.

The sick scholar Zhu Xingyu still held on tightly: "Elders, I just want to ask, are there any young disciples under the rank of Feitian Sect who dare to fight me?"

This sentence is a naked threat. If the Feitian Sect cannot meet the challenge today, it will definitely be ridiculed by the heroes in the world.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from Feitian Gate.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was unusually firm.

"What a big guts, what a loud tone, it really smells so bad, do you really think that everyone in my Feitian Sect can do it?"

This voice was also arrogant and domineering, and Zhu Xingyu was not taken seriously.

As soon as he appeared, he attracted a group of people's attention.

Ye Yang looked up and saw a man walking slowly, holding a green and yellow mottled gourd. He was tall and thin, with angry eyes. It was Wang Dong.

His skin is like jade, and he is surrounded by hot real fire light. Now Dugu in the Feitian Sect is in danger, and Ye Yang is seriously injured. He is almost the first among this generation of young disciples.

After entering the Immortality Barrier, he was humiliated by the monsters in Northern Xinjiang and devoted himself to practice.

He has made great progress in the fire technique, and his majestic aura is like ocean waves, causing the air around him to curl up slightly.

He walked quickly to the entrance of the hall.

"Zhu Xingyu, since you are seriously ill, you should lie down in bed well. Why do you come to my Feitian Sect with a humble body and act so arrogantly? You, a brat, can humiliate my Feitian Sect?"

Wang Dong's words were not polite at all, insulting and scolding, leaving the sick scholar Zhu Xingyu unable to answer for a while.

Zhu Xingyu's eyes were piercing and forbidding. He stood up from the ground. His body looked like a ghost but not a disease, but in fact it was due to the depletion of blood all over his body due to a special technique.

But the aura came out vigorously, and his body was filled with the aura of illness and death, which was indeed powerful.

He looked at Wang Dong: "You are nothing like a pig or a dog. I am ranked 268th on the Qianlong Ranking. How can you, a little-known kid like you, be able to fight against me!"

Wang Dong opened his mouth and said: "I, the Protector Ye Yang of the Feitian Sect, was seriously injured and his meridians were severed. He is no longer able to fight. You know this clearly, but you still come here to do something casual in the name of sparring. You must pass my test first, and then let me go." Your big words.”

Ge Canhong was supported by Gu Qingshu and took a pill. His injuries were much better, but the blood stains on his back had not yet scabbed and were dripping with blood.

The two sides fell into a stalemate for a while.

Gu Qingshu frowned: "Wang Dong, please step back first."

After all, the sick scholar Zhu Xingyu is powerful and has been famous for a long time. He doesn't know if the other party is prepared. He doesn't want Wang Dong to put himself in danger.

"Are you Wang Dong? I heard that you were defeated by Dugu Qiang in one move, Die Wuhou in three moves, and even beaten by the monster from Northern Xinjiang until you knelt on the ground and begged for mercy?"

"You don't deserve to fight me."

"Whether you are worthy or not can only be determined after fighting."

Wang Dong took the lead in taking action.

"Bang Kuang, I am two years older than you, and now I can take you down with three moves."

Zhu Xingyu, a sick scholar, pointed the sword in his hand, and the aura of death from illness made the air tremble.

He stood still in front of Wang Dong.

"You don't know whether to live or die. Originally, I wanted to find Ye Yang, the Sword Master, to show him the strength of the masters on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. Luo Changsheng suppressed his realm to fight with him. Does he really think he can stand shoulder to shoulder with us?"

"As for you, I'm afraid you won't be able to take a single move."

Although Wang Dong has a good reputation in the world of Feitianmen, it is not worth anything to the sick scholar Zhu Xingyu.

"Watch me cut off your tongue."

Wang Dong hates people mentioning the battle in which he was humiliated by the monsters from Northern Xinjiang.

In that battle, he was first seriously injured by Die Wuhou, and then was quickly defeated by a sneak attack by a mob from Northern Xinjiang. He was forced to kneel down in front of the monks with his head pressed down.

Now, the sick scholar Zhu Xingyu was looking for his weaknesses to scold him, which made the anger in his heart grow stronger.

The green and yellow mottled gourd in Wang Dong's hand spun in the sky, and countless flames emitted. He pinched a magic formula with his fingers, and his anger quickly became calmer, without any emotional change on his face.

There was a time when he was domineering and notorious for killing people and stealing goods.

After experiencing the life-and-death battle in the Immortal Barrier, he suffered many setbacks and made great progress. He no longer had any contempt and disregard for the heroes of the world.

There is no youthful spirit, no ambition to be as high as the sky, all there is is maturity, only lessons, only experience.

When facing the enemy, he never loses focus and quickly jumps into battle. This is a lesson his father recently taught him.

The eyes of Zhu Xingyu, a sick scholar, burst out with infinite sharp light.

With a shout, he shot out with a sword, and the world went dark, like a ghost with no trace to be found, and then the sword light rushed towards him.

With a pinch of Wang Dong's method, five qi and blood smokes were like diamond chains, rushing directly towards the sick scholar Zhu Xingyu.

The wolf smoke is poisonous, the black air is billowing, and the dust is flying.

"The most powerful disciple of this generation of Feitian Sect seems to be Ye Yang, who is known as the master of both swords and swords."

"No, there is another disciple of the Feitian Sect. He is the Heavenly Demon Spear Dugu Qiang. This disciple was previously known as Yishi Shen. He seems to be the first in the Feitian Sect's competition for the Feitian Seven True Masters."

"Hiss, the Heavenly Demon Spear actually came from the Feitian Sect. This boy is now ranked 38th on the Hidden Dragon List. He is strong enough, but he is also capable of causing trouble and offending the Qinglian Mo family and other families to death."

"Which one is better, Wang Dong or the sick scholar?"

"In my opinion, the sick scholar is better. After all, the Hidden Dragon List is not trivial. Although Wang Dong has a little reputation, he is still not as good as the talents on the Hidden Dragon List."

...

The two of them attacked, and blood flames rolled behind Wang Dong. The green and yellow mottled ancient gourd flashed with a faint glow, burning in all directions, like a ray of golden red clouds in the dark night.

His hair and beard were all red, his eyes were wide open, and three more red fire smokes as thick as pythons rushed to the sick scholar Zhu Xingyu.

The flames rolled, carrying the power of heaven to the world, and the sick scholar Zhu Xingyu's response was very simple.

Just one sword, one sword pierced the rotation of heaven and earth, he was like a ghost, in a crazy state, with disheveled hair and deep eye sockets, just like a crazy ghost.

Bang!

Zhu Xingyu's sword rushed like a fierce ghost, every move was fatal, but also weird and abnormal.

The sword light split into several sword shadows, rushing directly to Wang Dong's eye sockets.

Wang Dong waved his sleeves, and the Listening Rain Heavenly Fire Power, one of the three great spiritual methods of Feitian Sect, was fully activated, and endless fire rain fell between heaven and earth.

Seeing this, the spectators could not help but gasp.

The flames were like raindrops, endless, falling on the ground, burning the surroundings with thick smoke and chaos.

The sick scholar Zhu Xingyu held the long sword in front of him, holding it in his hand, with a flickering look in his eyes.

Although he had never seen Ye Yang of Feitian Sect, Wang Dong's strength was not weak after a fight.

It was even a little beyond his expectations.

"What kind of stuff, you and Ye Yang are stronger?"

Wang Dong snorted coldly: "You can tell first after you beat me! Senior Brother Ye is so powerful that you can't imagine."

He had had several dirty things with Ye Yang before, and wanted to take Ye Yang for himself.

But later he was rescued by Ye Yang twice, and saw Ye Yang frightened Die Wuhou away with a knife, knowing that he was not his opponent, so he was even more grateful in his heart.

Wang Dong put away the fiery red gourd in his hand and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The green and yellow gourd was nourished by the blood and swelled in the wind. After a while, it grew to a height of about ten feet and sprayed out countless red clouds.

"This so-called Hidden Dragon List does not seem to be as powerful as imagined."

"Arrogant."

The sick scholar Zhu Xingyu was like a ghost, and the four-foot snow-white long sword in his hand was made of peach wood and carved with the image of an evil ghost.

The long sword was sharp on both sides, with a slightly curved sword spine and a slender arc.

Black mist lingered on the long sword, which was now pointing obliquely to the ground, and he actually closed his eyes.

At this critical moment of life and death, he closed his eyes. It seemed dangerous, but it was actually a sure kill.

"Didn't you say that the Hidden Dragon List was just that? Then today I will show you how powerful the people on the Hidden Dragon List are."

Hidden Dragon List, Hidden Dragon List, once a dragon and snake, they turned into dragons, and the world trembled.

In the entire Yalongling area of ​​one million miles, only 365 warriors under the age of 60 are selected. Anyone who can be included in the list is an elite among the same generation of cultivators.

Even Gu Xuan, who is as strong as he was, was not included in it when he was young.

Only Wu Mahan, the head of the Five Poison Sect, was briefly on the list when he was young, but was quickly kicked out.

Zhu Xingyu, the sick scholar, holds the mysterious inheritance of the Purgatory Palace and ranks 268th on the Qianlong list.

Ye Yang's eyes were shocked. Zhu Xingyu, the sick scholar, is indeed a master on the Qianlong list. He is indeed extraordinary.

He stood in the cave and looked carefully. Although the other party closed his eyes, the sword light in his hand was even faster and omnipresent.

He couldn't help but think of a famous swordsman.

"It turned out to be the inheritance of the blind old man."

The blind old man is good at swordsmanship, and his best skill is the sword of ignorance.

Blindfolding his eyes, his spiritual sense increased greatly. Sword cultivators of the same realm were often defeated before they even drew their swords.

He was extremely fond of swords throughout his life, but this also hindered his progress in cultivation.

In his later years, he was unable to break through to the highest realm of swordsmanship. He thought that everything he saw was impure, not as pure as the sword light, so he blinded his eyes and dedicated his life to swordsmanship.

The sick scholar took out a black rag and covered his eyes, and everything in his eyes was dark.

But the sword light on his body became stronger and stronger, and the sword intent became sharper and sharper, swift and powerful, and even had an unusual blood-colored brilliance.

Buzz!

A sound similar to the flapping of bird wings sounded, but this sound did not come from the outside world, but emerged from the heart of a person.

Everyone looked at the sick scholar.

Even Gu Qingshu, Ge Canhong and others could not help but frown slightly.

Apart from anything else, just based on this person's sword moves, they could actually cause the inner turmoil of these warriors in the late stage who had already condensed the evil spirit.

This in itself represents a potential or strength.

Ye Yang gently stroked the Red Maple Sword in his hand.

Just now, under the stimulation of the opponent's sword energy, the Red Maple Sword trembled slightly, trembling back and forth with a very small amplitude.

The Red Maple Sword seemed to be reminded of something in the past, and wanted to break free from Ye Yang's hands to fight with the opponent.

Ye Yang gently stroked the sword body of the Red Maple Sword, and the red sword body, like a maple leaf, flashed a faint luster, and the fighting spirit was unyielding.

Ye Yang stroked it with his hand, and the Red Maple Sword slowly calmed down.

...

Wang Dong was not afraid of the inheritance of the blind old man, especially with the blessing of the entire Feitian Gate, he had the advantage of home court.

"This is more interesting."

Zhu Xingyu sneered, and the breath pressed the monks who came from afar to watch the battle to be unstable.