Extreme Demon

"Of course. Since Grandmaster Wang is here, please go up the mountain!" Elder Wang Yue held his breath attentively, with a trace of sadness in his eyes. He stretched out his hands and pointed to the slope stairs going up the mountain.

Yan Qinrong didn't stop her. Since it was at this point, no matter what she did, it would be meaningless.

What they can do is to preserve the greatest vitality of the sect for the leader and others who have not yet returned.

Wang Houzhong nodded slightly, ignoring the desolate and incomprehensible scene of Ye Shan Sword Sect, and strode up the mountain stairs with everyone watching.

The two elders followed closely behind.

The group quickly arrived at the spacious school grounds in front of the main hall on the top of the mountain.

On the school ground paved with white stone bricks, all the disciples of the Yeshan Sword Sect have gathered. At a glance, there were no less than a hundred people.

There are only a few dozen people in the core group. More than half of these twenty people are away from home.

The only ones who can really face the enemy are the two elders and three deacons.

"According to the rules of the arena, it doesn't matter whether you are alone or together." Wang Houzhong said calmly. "If I win, from today on, the Yeshan Sword Sect will no longer be allowed to openly recruit disciples, and the plaque will be removed on the spot."

He didn't say what would happen if he lost.

No one on the field said he lost. The other five factions were all defeated by him single-handedly. As the evil master who dominated the world, there was no chance of him losing.

Wang Yue and Yan Qinrong looked at each other, and they both saw the will to die in each other's eyes.

Today's battle seems inevitable. For the sake of the sect's reputation that has been passed down for thousands of years, they will never retreat even if they die in battle.

Clang.

With two crisp sounds, the two elders slowly walked out and stood opposite Wang Houzhong.

"Please give me some advice from the master!" Both of them are top-notch masters in the world, and those below the master level are first-class. However, when they encounter a grand master who is far above the master level, they all know that the chance of winning in this battle is almost zero.

The princes have a reputation for being loyal and vicious, and if they fail, no one will be spared.

Wang Houzhong glanced at the two of them.

"I heard that the Yeshan Sword Sect has a formation called the Nine-leaf Square Star Formation, and I am just trying to learn a thing or two about it.

Don't worry, you can arrange your formation calmly, I won't take action. "

Wang Yue and Wang exchanged glances and shouted almost at the same time.

"Set up the formation!"

"yes!"

Suddenly, dozens of disciples around them rushed out, swishing rapidly around the two of them, their swords gleaming like countless silver snakes leaping.

The two elders cooperated with all the disciples to surround Wang Houzhong. The swords in everyone's hands reflected the light from the sky, and soon gathered into nine flashes of light, which accurately illuminated Wang Houzhong's whole body.

"Well done!" Wang Houzhong was not surprised but overjoyed, and his whole body actually fit in and rushed towards the hedgehog-like sword array on the side.

There was a crisp sound, and more than ten sword blades were broken at the same time.

Wang Houzhong grabbed it with his big hand, and his five fingers brought up a stream of red shadows and fishy wind, which swept through more than a dozen disciples like lightning.

Bang bang bang bang! !

All the Yeshan disciples he touched screamed and fell out, and the entire sword array was destroyed in an instant.

The two elders simultaneously drew their swords with all their strength, one on the left and the other on the right.

The most powerful killing move of the Yeshan Dingyang Needle of the Yeshan Sword Sect, it aimed at his ear hole and stabbed it fiercely at the same time.

"Transformed hand." Wang Houzhong flicked his hand, and the two sword lights were easily deflected.

The sword styles of the two elders changed, and their swords landed on Wang Houzhong's shoulders like lightning.

But to no avail, the sword blade collided with his skin, just like cutting into iron armor.

"What's the use of the sword style being so fast? It's too weak, too weak!!" Wang Houzhong casually shot out with two palms.

With a crashing sound, he forcefully knocked away the swords of the two elders with both hands, and lightly patted their chests.

"Stop!!" Suddenly a shadow jumped up from the back of the hall and flew down this way.

But it's too late.

Two bangs.

The two elders, Yan Qinrong and Wang Yue, only managed a few more moves than ordinary disciples before they were completely defeated and seriously injured.

"Hey, why are you so aggressive? If you have to spare others, please spare them." As soon as the shadow landed on the ground, it tapped the ground twice, and the whole person passed through Wang Houzhong's side silently like a torrent.

Uh-huh! !

The finished glyph of the three-point sword light was suddenly printed on Wang Houzhong's chest.

So fast! !

No one present saw how these three swords were released. With just a flash of flowers in front of his eyes, Wang Houzhong was already struck by the sword.

"Long time no see, Xinniang." Wang Houzhong grinned, looking at the shadow as if he were seeing an acquaintance. The wounds on his body only oozed a little blood and healed quickly.

"Wang Houzhong??" The phantom turned back like lightning and landed firmly on the ground. It turned out to be a hunchbacked old woman with silver hair on her head and wrinkles on her face.

"This is the Supreme Elder!!" Yan Qinrong immediately recognized the old woman's identity.

"The Supreme Elder!?" Wang Yue was also confused. "Uncle Song! You are actually still alive!?"

The old woman sighed slightly and looked at Wang Houzhong not far away.

"I have been living in seclusion for many years. If you hadn't been ruthless and wanted to kill my nephew, I wouldn't have thought of coming out again to get involved."

Wang Houzhong smiled.

"For the sake of the year, I'll give you three moves." He pulled out the straight knife he had just put away from his back with his backhand.

The old woman's face turned gloomy. Although her swordsmanship and swordsmanship had reached the level of perfection in her sect and she was worthy of the title of master, she faced a great evil master like Wang Houzhong who truly dominated the martial arts world. The outcome is yet to be determined.

But now that Shanmen was humiliated, she had to fight.

"Yeshan Sword Sect, Song Xinru, please give me some advice!" She lightly raised the tip of the sword and pointed it diagonally downward.

Bang.

The broken sword was carelessly discarded on the ground, making a crisp and sweet impact sound.

In front of the main hall of the Yeshan Sword Sect, on the spacious grounds, Supreme Elder Song Xinru was half-kneeling on the ground, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He was holding a broken sword hilt tightly in his hand, and his whole body was shaking.

Wang Houzhong looked calmly at the Ye Shan disciples who were lying on the ground around him. After going around in a circle, his eyes finally fell on Song Xinru again.

"Is this your original choice?" He chuckled, "If you had followed me and joined the Southern Evil Sect back then, how could this result have happened today?

I told you back then that the Yeshan Sword Sect's swordsmanship is agile and changeable, and looks gorgeous, but its power is limited. No matter how strong you practice it, your achievements will be limited. But you don't listen. "

Song Xinru coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of blood foam, but did not reply.

Wang Houzhong shook his head slightly.

"Is this what you call Ye Shan's swordsmanship? Is this what you call faith and persistence?"

He walked slowly to the gate of the school grounds and looked at the plaque hanging above.

The four characters "light as a leaf" are slender and delicately engraved on the white wooden board.

"From today on, the Yeshan Sword Sect will be expelled." He raised his hand suddenly, and a ray of white light suddenly hit the plaque.

clang!

While the white light was still in the air, there was a sudden metallic crunching sound, and it was knocked away by a gray shadow out of thin air, flying to the ground in the distance.

"It seems like something big happened on the mountain while I was away??"

A tall man with an upper body shaped like an inverted triangle slowly walked up the stairs from the bottom of the mountain.

Lu Sheng's short hair was constantly flipping in the wind. He was holding the hilt of the sword, his shoulders were broad, his arms were slender, and his eyes were like blades burning on flames, with a danger that was about to explode.

"Have a moment, junior."

Wang Houzhong was a little surprised. Although it was just a throwing knife he threw casually, this young man who looked to be no more than thirty years old could actually block it. His hidden weapon skills alone were enough to rank among the top 100 in the world. .

"You look very strong." Lu Sheng looked at the Yeshan Sword Sect disciples lying on the ground around him.

"I'm Wang Houzhong. Junior, you have good eyes, do you want to come with me? If you fall into this small faction, you will only waste your life and have no future." Wang Houzhong invited with a smile on his face.

In this era, being able to be calm and calm in front of him without any fear can be called extraordinary courage.

"How many men do you have?" Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes.

"Of course. It's ten times more powerful than this small sect." Wang Houzhong said with a smile.

"If you want me to join you, that's fine. As long as you can take my ten moves." Lu Sheng smiled easily.

"Ten moves?" Wang Houzhong also smiled, "Even if it's a hundred moves, if you can break through my skin, I will lose."

Anyway, the Yeshan Sword Sect, which is mainly light-spirited, can't break through his eight-phase golden body, no matter how hard it stabs.

Lu Sheng had just made a breakthrough and was about to find someone to try his swordsmanship that he had just broken through. Now the best one happened to come to him.

"It just so happens that I have just understood the true meaning of our swordsmanship." Lu Sheng smiled and tightened his hand on the hilt of the sword. “Do you know why the four characters Qingling Ruye are engraved on the plaque of our sect?”

"Why?" Wang Houzhong was slightly startled. Doesn't it mean that the swordsmanship is light and changeable?

"That's because the swordsmanship of our sect is too heavy. You can only become a master by practicing it until it is as light as a leaf."

Lu Sheng slowly drew his sword, and then everyone saw what the sword behind him was.

It was actually a giant copper hammer with a handle as thick as a human head!

"Don't say it's not a sword. If you practice your swordsmanship to the highest level, everything in the world can't be a sword."

Lu Sheng's eyes were gentle and he did a hammer trick, holding a copper hammer and pointing it diagonally at the ground.

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The corner of Wang Houzhong's mouth twitched, and he didn't know how to answer the question at all.

A group of elder disciples who were lying on the ground recovering from their injuries could barely breathe.

Wang Yue, the elder who taught the technique, turned red and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

What you are holding in your damn hand is a hammer! That's a hammer! !

"Look at my two swords combined!" Lu Sheng said and pulled out a heavy hammer from behind.

This one is even more exaggerated. The hammer head is jet black and covered with spikes. It is almost the size of a washbasin. There is still a trace of scarlet left on the spikes.

Everyone was unable to complain.

Wang Houzhong was speechless. Are you afraid that you have met a fool who is born with supernatural powers?

He shook his head slightly.

"Forget it, let's take action." As a Grand Master, what he said was naturally reputable and he would never regret it.

"Are you sure?" Lu Sheng asked again.

"Sure." Wang Houzhong affirmed, "Use your strongest move. Let me tell you, the swordsmanship you have practiced so hard is meaningless."

Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes again.

Because he couldn't detect the soul outside his body, he didn't know the specific strength of the person in front of him. He only knew that he seemed to be very strong. But how strong it is, he doesn't know.

With a bang, he pulled out a thick chain from his waist and connected the two hammers together.

"In this case, I can only use my own flying sword technique."

There was a crisp sound, and he raised his arms high. In the crowd's expressions as if they had seen a ghost, he swung the two giant hammers weighing over a thousand kilograms and pulled the chains and rotated them fiercely.

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