Way of the Devil

"Of course. Since Master Wang Dazhi is here, then please go up the mountain!" The elder Wang Yue was stunned and his eyes flashed a sorrow. Extend your hand and point to the **** of the **** up the mountain.

Yan Rongrong did not stop it. Since it has reached this point, no matter what it does, it makes no sense.

What they can do is to retain the greatest strength of the sect for the heads who have not yet returned.

Wang Houzhong nodded slightly, ignoring the scene of the Yeshan Jianpai's bleak and inexplicable scene, striding under the crowd and walking up the mountain ladder.

The two elders followed.

The group quickly came to the spacious campus in front of the summit.

On the school ground where white stone bricks are laid, all the Yeshan Jianpai disciples have gathered. At first glance, there are no more than a hundred people.

The core of it is only a dozen or so people. More than half of these twenty people are out.

The two who are truly able to meet the enemy are the two elders and three deacons.

"According to the rules of the rivers and lakes, whether you are single-on-one, or together, it does not matter." Wang Houzhong faint. "If I win, from today, the Ye Shanjian faction is not allowed to open the apprentice again, and the plaque is removed on the spot."

He did not say how he would lose.

No one on the field said that he lost. The other five big factions were killed by him alone. As a great master of the evil world, he would not lose.

Wang Yue and Yan Rongrong looked at each other and both of them saw the death ambition in the other's eyes.

The battle of today seems to be inevitable. In order to inherit the glory of the millennium, they will never retreat.

Hey.

Two screams, the two elders slowly walked out and stood opposite Wang Houzhong.

"Please advise the Guru!" Both of them are first-class masters of the rivers and lakes. They are first-class under the head level, but they encounter the masters who are far above the level of the head. They all know this battle, and the odds are almost zero.

And Wang Houzhong is fierce, and once it fails, it must be no escape.

Wang Houzhong looked at the two.

"I heard that there is a law in the Yeshan Jianpai, called the Jiuye Fangxing array. This seat is about to teach one or two.

Don't worry, you can take it easy, I won't shoot. ”

Wang Yue exchanged his eyes and almost screamed at the same time.

"Architecture!"

"Yes!"

Dozens of disciples around suddenly rushed out, and the two people squatted and swiftly turned, Jianguang Huo Huo, like countless silver snakes jumping.

The two elders cooperated with all the disciples to surround the group of Wang Houzhong. The swords in the hands of all the people reflected the light of the sky, and soon gathered into nine flashes, and the precise illumination was on the upper and lower sides of Wang Houzhong.

"Well come!" Wang Houzhong was not shocked, but the whole person actually rushed to the side like a hedgehog.

It was a crisp sound, and more than a dozen swords were broken at the same time.

Wang Houzhong grabbed a big hand, and the five fingers brought a red shadow and a hurricane, and lightning swept more than a dozen disciples.

Hey! !

All the disciples of Ye Shan, who he met, screamed and screamed out, and the whole sword was destroyed in an instant.

The two elders also made a sword at the same time.

Ye Shanjian sent Ye Shan Dingyang needle the strongest killing, almost at the same time aimed at his ear hole and pungent stab.

"Medical hand." Wang Houzhong with a hand, suddenly two swords light and easy to be bounced off.

The two elder swords changed, and the lightning-like sword fell on the shoulders of Wang Houzhong.

But to no avail, the blade and the skin collide, just like cutting on the armor.

"What is the use of sword so fast? Weakness is weak, too weak!!" Wang Houzhong popped up with both palms.

With a bang, his palms slammed into the two elder swords and patted them on the chest.

"Stop!!" Suddenly a phantom jumped from the back of the hall and flew down towards it.

But it is already too late.

Two times.

Yan Rongrong and Wang Yue, two elders, only supported several tricks more than ordinary disciples, and they were completely defeated and seriously injured.

"Why are you so aggressive? You have to spare people and spare people." When the virtual shadow just landed, he slammed the ground twice, and the whole person rushed to the side of Wang Houzhong.

Hey! !

The three-point Jianguang finished glyph was suddenly printed on Wang Houzhong's chest.

So fast! !

None of the people in the room saw how the three swords were shot. I saw a flower in front of me, and Wang Houzhong was already in the sword.

"Long time no see, Xin Niang." Wang Houzhong is a grin, as if to see an acquaintance, looking at the virtual shadow. The injury on his body was just to see a little bit of blood, and healed quickly.

"Wang Houzhong??" The shadow of the shadow turned back, standing on the ground. Actually, it was a hunchback old man with a silver-plated, wrinkled face.

"This is the elder of the wife!!" Yan Rongrong recognized the identity of the old man in the first time.

"Taiwanese elders!?" Wang Yue is also a face. "Song Shibo! You are still alive!?"

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

"I have been living in seclusion for many years. If you don't want to lay down your hand and want to harm my life, I won't think about reincarnation."

Wang Houzhong smiled.

"Look at the sake of the year, I let you three strokes." He pulled his back from the back and pulled the straight knife that had just been put away.

The old man was so heavy that although her skill swordsmanship had reached the great realm of the martial art, she was the name of the master, but faced the sect of the real trajectory of Wang Houzhong. The outcome is not known.

However, nowadays, Shanmen is insulted and she has to fight.

"Yeshan Jianpai, Song Xinru, please advise!" She lifted the tip of the sword and pointed obliquely

Hey.

The broken sword was thrown to the ground and made a crisp and pleasing sound.

In front of the main hall of the Yeshan Jianpai, on the broad school field, Song Xin, the elder elder, was half-squatting on the ground, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, holding a broken hilt in his hand and trembled.

Wang Houzhong looked calmly at the Yeshan disciple who had fallen to the ground. Around a circle, and finally his vision fell on Song Xinru.

"This is your original choice?" He snorted. "If you followed me with me, you would enter the southern evil door. After every day, will you see these results?"

I told you that the Ye Shanjian sent swordsmanship is light and varied, seemingly gorgeous, but the power is limited, even if it is strong, it has limited achievements. But you don't listen. ”

Song Xinru coughed twice, spit out a **** foam, and did not return.

Wang Houzhong shook his head slightly.

"This is the so-called Ye Shan swordsmanship? Is this what you call faith and persistence?"

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

The four characters of ‘light spirits like leaves’ are delicately and intricately engraved on white wooden boards.

"From today, Ye Shanjian sent, remove it." He slammed his hand and a little white light suddenly hit the plaque.

clang!

The white light was still in the air, and the metal fragile sound suddenly came out. It was hit by a gray shadow and flew to the ground in the distance.

"It seems that when I was not there, what happened on the mountain??"

A tall man with an inverted triangle on his upper body slowly descended from the foothills.

Lu Sheng's short hair was blown by the wind. He held the hilt, his shoulders were wide, his arms were long, his eyes were like the flames on the flames, and there was some kind of heat that was about to erupt.

"There are two sons, juniors."

Wang Houzhong is a bit strange, although it is only a flying knife that he throws away, but this young man who seems to be only 30 years old can actually block it. With that hand weapon, it is enough to be listed in the top 100. .

"It looks like you are very strong." Lu Sheng looked at the Yeshan Jianpai disciple who was lying around.

"Old husband Wang Houzhong. Juniors, you have a good look, do you want to be with me? Falling in this small school will only lead to a long life, no future." Wang Houzhong with a smile, speech invited.

This era, can be calm and self-confident in front of him, has no fear, can already be said to be courageous.

"How much is your hand?" Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes.

"Of course. It is ten times that of this small group." Wang Houzhong smiled.

"If you want me to join you, you can. As long as you can get me ten strokes." Lu Sheng is a relaxed smile.

"Ten tricks?" Wang Houzhong also smiled. "Even if it is a hundred strokes, if you can break my skin, even if I lose."

Anyway, the Yeshan Jianpai, which is mainly based on lightness, can't break his eight-phase golden body.

Lu Sheng has just broken through and is looking for someone to try out the swordsmanship that he has broken through. Now it is just the best.

"Exactly, I just realized the true meaning of the sword." Lu Sheng smiled and held the handle. "Do you know why the plaques are engraved with the four characters of the light?"

"Why?" Wang Houzhong's slight glimpse, isn't the meaning of the swordsmanship changeable?

"That is because the swordsmanship of this school is too heavy. Only when it is light as a leaf, it is calculated."

Lu Sheng slowly pulled the sword, and everyone saw what the long sword behind him was.

That is actually a giant copper hammer with a light handle and a thick head!

"Don't say that he is not a sword. The sword is trained to the end. Everything in the world is a sword."

Lu Sheng’s eyes softly played a hammer, holding a copper hammer and pointing to the ground.

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Wang Houzhong twitched his mouth and didn't know what to pick up.

A group of elders who were lying on the ground and raised their wounds were almost out of breath.

Wang Yue, the elder of this martial art, turned red and wanted to find a place to sneak in.

You are hammering your mother's hand! That is a hammer! !

"Look at my double swords!" Lu Sheng said and raised a heavy hammer from behind.

This is even more exaggerated, the hammer is black and covered with spikes, and the volume is almost the size of a washbasin. There is still scarlet on the spike.

Everyone has been unable to spit.

Wang Houzhong is even more speechless. Is this not a fool who has encountered a natural power?

He shook his head slightly.

"Forget it, let's make a move." As a great master, what he said, is naturally credible and never regrets.

"Are you sure?" Lu Sheng asked again.

"OK." Wang Houzhong affirmed, "Let your strongest trick, let me tell you that the swordsmanship you practice is meaningless."

Lu Sheng once again narrowed his eyes.

Because he can't detect the body in isolation, he doesn't know what the specific strength of this person is. He only knows that it seems to be strong. But he is not known to what extent.

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

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

A slamming sound, his arms were lifted up, and in a group of people with a sinister expression, he twitched and pulled two giant hammers that weighed thousands of pounds to pull the chain and twisted.