"As expected..."
Such a sword-fighting competition full of chilling ancient customs is not comparable to the chaotic fighting with weapons of local sects.
This is the negotiation method of the upper class in the world of cultivation!
Seeing this scene, Li Yao couldn't help but secretly sigh: "What a bunch of lunatics!"
This way of doing it looks very regular, very ancient, clean and tidy, and even has a tragic beauty.
But if you can cultivate to the intermediate stage of foundation building, you can be regarded as one of the elites in a society!
If the elites of the entire society die so boringly, how can this society progress?
Li Yao couldn't help but think of those cultivators from the Starry Star Federation who died heroically in the outbreak of the beast tide.
Death can be lighter than a feather, or heavier than a neutron star.
Compared with such ridiculous ways of death in the ancient world of cultivation, Li Yao still feels that the way modern cultivation civilization falls is more worthy of the arduous training!
He sighed softly and continued towards his destination, Bairen Orichalcum Furnace Peak.
Tonglu Peak is a very strange mountain.
There are hundreds of sharp rocks all around like swords, spears and halberds poking into the sky, but there is a deeply sunken flat land in the middle, which is like a huge volcano crater and a super weapon refining furnace.
As long as a barrier is set up above to prevent the spiritual energy from leaking out, the outside world will not be able to spy on what is going on inside.
Therefore, this peak has been carefully constructed by dozens of generations of Ziji Sword Sect, creating a top-secret sword testing ground.
Whenever there are any secret magical weapons, ancient treasures, etc., and they want to test their power, they will Send it to Copper Furnace Peak for execution.
Today is a rare day in the past hundred years for Tonglu Peak to be open to all major sects in the world.
Because, there is an unprecedented peak showdown, which is about to take place here!
The battle between the sword idiot Yan Li and Iron Saint Qi Zhongdao is said to be the most exciting battle since the two old monsters who transformed into gods shattered the void and disappeared in the duel a hundred years ago.
The most important figures in the entire cultivation world, the giants who are powerful and dominate the world, are all gathered here to watch the decisive battle between the two masters!
And Li Yao wants to break into the core cultivation circle of the Ancient Saint World in the shortest possible time and establish his brand as "Old Monster of Wunan" so as to participate in major events that can influence the trend of the Ancient Saint World.
This is the best. , even the only chance!
"Qizhongdao, Yanli people..."
Li Yao's eyes were shining, the green dot between his eyebrows was about to move, and the thorns formed by the condensed fighting spirit were once again released in all directions.
It's not that he is modest, he thinks that he can represent the highest combat power of the three modern civilizations of Tianyuan, Blood Demon and Feixing.
Qi Zhongdao and Yan Liren have the highest combat power in this ancient cultivation world!
The highest versus the highest, what kind of bright sparks can the collision create?
Li Yao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but before it slipped into his stomach, it was evaporated by the boiling blood.
Full of fighting spirit and deep expectations, he headed towards Tonglu Peak.
Tonglu Peak is like stars holding the moon, set off by high mountains, but there are no mountain roads or chains connecting it to the other mountains.
If you want to reach Tonglu Peak, you can either ride a flying sword, step on a jade plate, or ride a bicycle.
Cranes, golden eagles, giant eagles and other spiritual animals and birds.
The peak showdown between Qi Zhongdao and Yan Liren is naturally not something that just any cat or dog can watch.
The members of the Ziji Sword Sect had already set up sword formations and restrictions around Tonglu Peak.
The colorful sword energy and the sword light that shot straight into the sky surrounded the entire mountain so tightly that not a single human hair or even a thought could fly in.
Only prominent figures in the world of cultivation can go in to watch the ceremony.
Some sect leaders and heads of small families are not qualified and can only wait eagerly under the Tonglu Peak.
Of course, there are also some monks who come from remote areas, especially barbarian lands.
Firstly, they are tough by nature and do not follow the rules; secondly, they do not know the heights of the world and are used to dominating the local area.
They even think that this time the Ziji Sword Sect The impending disaster is a great opportunity for them to rise up and make a name for themselves.
Therefore, despite the strict preparations of the members of the Ziji Sword Sect, they actually tried to force their way in.
As a result, it was natural that he was in trouble, and even had to lose his arms and legs before he knew how powerful he was.
When Li Yao arrived, thousands of monks had already gathered at the foot of Tonglu Peak.
They were noisy and noisy.
Opposite are thousands of Lingxiao swordsmen from the Ziji Sword Sect, standing tall in the sky, their swords slowly flowing around them, like a silent steel forest.
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Howls like slaughtering pigs came from the crowd.
However, there were more than a dozen casual cultivators who had just come from overseas fairy mountains.
They relied on their status as returnees and wanted to force their way into the sword formation of Ziji Sword Sect, but they were slapped back hard.
I don’t know what kind of magical power the Ziji Sword Sect’s sword array contains.
These people can’t see any wounds on the surface, not even the small blood spots poked by the embroidery needles.
However, they have been invaded by the sword energy and endured thousands of cuts.
So painful.
They couldn't bear it any longer, they rolled on the ground and started wailing without caring about whether it was in full view of the public.
After waiting for them to howl for half a stick of incense, several members of the Ziji Sword Sect came forward, held the hilt of the sword upside down, and struck at them violently.
"Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff", each of the dozen or so returnees vomited black blood from the mouth, their faces were pale, and they could not even speak a single sentence.
How could they dare to make a mistake?
Among the onlookers, there were a few newborn calves and unruly people who wanted to try the power of the Ziji Sword Sect's sword formation - even if they couldn't break in, if they could hold on in the sword formation for a moment or three, If you can escape unscathed, wouldn't it be a great success and be known all over the world?
Seeing a few unlucky ghosts still hunched over like shrimps and looking extremely embarrassed, these newborn calves looked at each other with pale faces, secretly glad that they had not been impulsive just now.
Li Yao put his hands behind his back and walked towards the crowd slowly.
There was an invisible oil film all over his body, making him squeeze into the crowd like a loach.
When he came to a place where a few unlucky ghosts were rolling, he stepped over them without even raising his eyelids.
"you--" Many monks looked at Li Yao with strange and incomprehensible eyes.
The Master Lingjiu played by Li Yao has more or less the appearance of a southwestern barbarian, which is slightly different from the Central Plains monks.
Moreover, he had traveled a long way, inspecting the local customs and customs.
He wore a gray robe without any spiritual patterns or marks.
It was already tattered and severely worn.
Li Yao maintained the good habits from modern cultivation civilization, and restrained his spiritual energy to the point of leakage, roughly keeping it at the beginning of the foundation building stage.
This can be regarded as his "standby state", which can extend the combat endurance to the greatest extent.
This is something that monks in the ancient holy world are not used to.
Because of the relatively strong spiritual energy here, except for a few weird-tempered outliers, such as the "weird saint" beggar Ba Xiaoyu among the "Three Saints of Daqian", ordinary cultivators rarely hide their realm to a large extent, and often It is Da Lie who releases his power and shows his strength.
Especially in such a big scene where the swords are at war and the heroes are competing for each other, everyone is showing off their power like a peacock, fearing that it will weaken their own limelight and attract others to covet and challenge.
Everyone couldn't help but be surprised when they saw that Li Yao was just an ordinary foundation-building monk with a childish face, but he rushed towards the Ziji Sword Formation with great arrogance.
"Look, what is that barbarian going to do?"
"Haha, he is another reckless man who does not know what is good or bad and does not understand the rules.
I am afraid he also wants to suffer the consequences of the Ziji Sword Array!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, we didn't even go up, but this kid actually wanted to go up?
Did he eat the courage of a bear, or did he not have eyesight to see these people lying on the ground?"
"Don't worry, he's just a barbarian.
Let him bang his head and bleed us.
Let's all have fun!"
These Central Plains monks, who are dignified and capable, have a certain disdain for the barbarian monks who come from foreign barbaric countries and play tricks on snakes to cause miasma.
Moreover, they all heard that most of the barbarian monks were narrow-minded, vengeful, and had all kinds of vicious methods.
Even if they were not good at cultivation, they were extremely difficult to deal with.
It would be great to let this barbarian suffer a big loss and harbor hatred towards the Ziji Sword Sect.
At the moment, many people were squinting and using their thought-exquisite magical power of "transmitting sound into secrets" to bundle the sound waves into lines, and there was a lot of discussion.
On the surface, everyone smiled and nodded to Li Yao, and even took the initiative to separate a road and made a "please" gesture, asking Li Yao to come forward and die.
Li Yao didn't even bother to yawn and hit these shrimp soldiers and crab generals.
He walked to the front of the Ziji Sword Formation as if no one else was around and glanced at the leading swordsman.
"Hey, this barbarian who doesn't care about life and death dares to challenge Wu Jiuxing, the "Thunder Sword"!
He really doesn't know how to live or die!"
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"Ha, I've seen a good show.
I really don't know where such a ghost appeared in the nook of the mountain.
Who is his master?
He has never taught him that he has to put his tail between his legs and become a human being when he enters the world of cultivation."
Behind Li Yao, many monks continued to transmit sounds into the secret, almost laughing out loud.
The face of Wu Jiuxing, the "Thunder Sword", is that of a sword cultivator in the Dan-formation stage.
He is tall and tall, with a sharp beard and a sword.
His big face is like a millstone, made of a black iron plate and two red bull's eyes.
It's like two red-hot charcoal balls embedded in an iron plate.
There was a huge sword on the back, the size of a door panel, just like an axe.
Seeing Li Yao swaggering towards him, Wu Jiuxing's bull's-eyes instantly enlarged, even his breathing became heavy, and all the muscles in his body tensed up!
The thousands of Lingxiao swordsmen behind him also noticed Li Yao, and the originally tight sword formation became a little scattered.
"The Thunder Sword is about to get angry, good guy.
I don't know if it will break dozens of this kid's bones, or just remove one of his arms?"
Many of the onlookers were staring at him, and even the dozen or so returnee monks who were rolling on the ground and groaning were holding their breaths unconsciously, waiting to see Li Yao being slapped back.
People have this mentality.
When they are unlucky, they always hope that someone ten times more unlucky than themselves will appear to give them some comfort.
But Wu Jiuxing, the notorious "Thunder Sword", quickly glanced at an ordinary wooden plaque with no mark on Li Yao's waist, and finally confirmed his identity.
Immediately afterwards, the thick and furry arms were raised high, signaling to his subordinates, and with a "crash" sound, thousands of Lingxiao swordsmen in helmets and armors, uniformly as if they were one person, gave Li Yao a deep salute!
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After doing some calculations, I found that there were 290,000 words updated in August.
This is the first time in recent months that the monthly target of 300,000 words has not been reached.
Where to start?
At the end of July, my wife’s physical examination revealed a disease with a scary-sounding name.
We both felt a little depressed.
I basically spent the whole August going to the hospital.
Fortunately, the operation was successful and the biopsy came out with no problems.
I can finally breathe a sigh of relief and thank you all for your concern and blessings at that time.
I hope I can spend more time in September and devote all my efforts to the world of "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation".
I have basically introduced the background of the ancient holy world, and it should be more and more exciting and exciting in the future.
Please continue to look forward to it, because I I am looking forward to it, the legendary battle between ancient and modern times!