Chapter 186 He Has Only Maturity

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

Gu Qingshu fought back with a long whip, the whip shadows flying everywhere, frightening Wu Qing and the Qinglian Mo family elders so much that they dared not act rashly.

The sick scholar Zhu Xingyu still held on tightly: "My fellow elders, I just want to ask one question, are there any young disciples under the age of 60 from Feitian Sect who dare to fight me?"

This sentence is a naked threat. If Feitianmen is unable to respond to the challenge today, it will surely be ridiculed by heroes all over the world if the news gets out.

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

The voice was not loud, but it was unusually firm.

"You are so bold and arrogant. You are so stinking. Do you really think that there is no one in my Feitian Sect?"

This voice was equally arrogant and domineering, not taking Zhu Xingyu seriously.

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

Ye Yang looked up and saw a man slowly walking towards him, holding a green and yellow mottled gourd. He was tall and thin, and his eyes were full of anger. It was Wang Dong.

His complexion is like jade, and he radiates the scorching light of true fire all around him. Now Dugu Qiang of Feitian Sect is in danger, and Ye Yang is seriously injured. He is almost the first among this generation of young disciples.

After the longevity barrier was formed, he was humiliated by monsters in the northern border and devoted himself to practicing.

The progress in fire magic was huge, and the majestic aura was like the waves of the ocean, causing the air around it to curl up slightly.

He walked to the entrance of the hall with the gait of a dragon and a tiger.

"Zhu Xingyu, since you are seriously ill, you should just lie down in bed. Why do you come to Feitianmen with your lowly body and act so presumptuously? Just a kid like you think you can humiliate Feitianmen?"

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

Zhu Xingyu's eyes were stern and grim. He stood up from the ground. His figure looked like a ghost but not a ghost, and like a sick person but not a sick person. In fact, it was due to the special martial arts that caused the blood and energy in his body to be exhausted.

But his aura was surging, and he was filled with the aura of illness and death, and he was indeed powerful.

He looked at Wang Dong and said, "You are worse than a pig or a dog. I am ranked 268th on the Hidden Dragon List. How can a nobody like you fight me?"

Wang Dong said, "My Feitian Sect's Dharma Protector Ye Yang has been seriously injured, his meridians are broken, and he can no longer fight. You knew this, but you still come here in the name of sparring to do something shameful. You have to get past me first before you can brag."

Ge Canhong was helped by Gu Qingshu to take a pill. His injuries had improved a lot, but the blood on his back had not yet scabbed over and was still dripping with blood.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a while.

Gu Qingshu frowned: "Wang Dong, you step down first."

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

"You are Wang Dong. I heard that you were defeated by Dugu Qiang in one move, and then by Die Wu in three moves. You were even beaten to your knees and begging for mercy by the monsters from Northern Frontier?"

"You are not worthy to fight me."

"Whether they are worthy or not, we have to fight to know."

Wang Dong took the lead.

"Rampant, I am two years older than you, and now I can take you down in three moves."

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

He stopped in front of Wang Dong.

"You are asking for your own death. I was originally going to look for Ye Yang, the master of both swords and sabers, to show him the strength of the masters on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. Luo Changsheng suppressed his realm to fight 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 even one move."

Although Wang Dong is quite famous in the Feitianmen area, it is of no value to the sick scholar Zhu Xingyu.

"Watch me cut off your tongue."

Wang Dong hated it most when people mentioned the battle in which he was humiliated by the monsters from Northern Frontier.

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

Now, the sick scholar Zhu Xingyu specifically picked on his weaknesses to scold him, making him more and more angry.

The green and yellow mottled gourd in Wang Dong's hand spun in the sky, and countless flames emanated. He pinched a magic gesture with his fingers, and quickly calmed down from his previous anger, with no emotional change on his face.

Once upon a time, he was arrogant and domineering, killing people and robbing people, and was notorious.

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

There is no more youthful spirit, no more lofty aspirations, all that is left is maturity, lessons and experience.

When facing an enemy, he never loses focus and quickly engages in battle, a lesson his father has recently taught him.

The sick scholar Zhu Xingyu's eyes burst into an infinitely sharp light.

With a loud shout, he swung his sword, the sky and the earth darkened, and he disappeared like a ghost, and then the sword light rushed towards him.

Wang Dong pinched his fingers and five smoke signals of qi and blood were like diamond chains, rushing directly towards the sick scholar Zhu Xingyu.

There was smoke, poisonous fire, rolling black air and flying dust.

"Among the disciples of this generation of Feitian Sect, Ye Yang seems to be the strongest. He is known for his skill with both sword and saber."

"No, Feitian Sect has another disciple, the Heavenly Demon Spear Dugu Spear. This boy was previously known as Yishi Liushen, and it seems that he is the first in the competition for the Seven True Masters of Feitian Sect."

"Hiss, the Sky Demon Spear actually came from Feitian Sect. This boy is now ranked 38th on the Hidden Dragon List. He is powerful enough, but he is also capable of causing trouble. He offended the Qinglian Mo family and a number of other families."

"Who is better, Wang Dong or the sick scholar?"

"In my opinion, the Sick Scholar is better. After all, the Hidden Dragon List is very important. Although Wang Dong has a little reputation, he is still not as good as the talented people on the Hidden Dragon List."

……

When the two of them attacked, blood flames billowed behind Wang Dong, and the green and yellow mottled ancient gourd flickered 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 flames 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, the heaven and earth turned. He was like a ghost or a god, in a state of madness, with disheveled hair and sunken eyes, just like a mad ghost.

Bang!
Zhu Xingyu's sword was like a fierce ghost rushing towards him, each move was deadly yet strange and unusual.

The sword light split into several sword shadows and rushed directly towards Wang Dong's eyes.

Wang Dong waved his sleeves and activated Tingyu Tianhuo Gong, one of the three great spiritual techniques of Feitian Sect, and endless rain of fire fell between heaven and earth.

Seeing this, the people watching the game couldn't help but gasp.

The flames were like raindrops, endlessly falling on the ground, burning the surroundings with thick smoke and a mess.

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

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

It was even a little beyond his expectations.

"How good are you? Who is stronger, you or Ye Yang?"

Wang Dong snorted coldly: "You have to defeat me first! Senior Brother Ye is more powerful than you can imagine."

He had had some dirty dealings with Ye Yang before and wanted to recruit Ye Yang for his own use.

But later he was rescued twice by Ye Yang, and he also saw Ye Yang defeat Die Wuhou with one sword. He knew that he was no match for him, so he was even more grateful.

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 essence and blood, and it swelled in the wind. In a short while, it grew to a height of about ten feet and emitted countless red lights.

"This so-called Hidden Dragon List doesn't seem to be as powerful as imagined."

"Insanity."

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

The long sword has blades on both sides, the blade is sharp, the sword spine is slightly curved, and the arc is slender.

The long sword was surrounded by black mist, and it was now pointed at the ground. He actually closed his eyes.

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

"Didn't you say that this is all there is to the Hidden Dragon List? Then today I will show you what kind of strength the people on the Hidden Dragon List really have."

Hidden Dragon List, Hidden Dragon List, once a dragon or snake is transformed into a dragon, the heaven and earth tremble.

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

Even someone as strong as Gu Xuan was not included in the list when he was young.

The only person nearby was Wu Mahan, the leader of the Five Poison Sect, who had briefly made the list when he was young, but was then quickly kicked out.

The sick scholar Zhu Xingyu possesses the mysterious inheritance of Purgatory Palace and ranks 268th on the Hidden Dragon List.

Ye Yang's eyes were shocked. The sick scholar Zhu Xingyu was indeed a master on the Hidden Dragon List. He was indeed extraordinary.

He stood in the cave and watched carefully. Although the other party had closed his eyes, the sword in his hand was even faster and was everywhere.

He couldn't help but think of a famous kendo master.

“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 ignoring.

With his eyes covered, his spiritual perception increased greatly, and sword practitioners of the same level 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 kendo. He thought that everything he saw was impure and not as pure as the sword light. So he blinded himself and dedicated his life to kendo.

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

However, the sword light on his body became stronger and stronger, and the sword intent became sharper and sharper, swift and powerful, with an extraordinary blood-colored glow.

hum!
A sound similar to the flapping of bird wings was heard, but this sound did not come from the outside world, but emerged from within the human heart.

Everyone's eyes turned to the sick scholar.

Even Gu Qingshu, Ge Canhong and others couldn't help but frown slightly.

Apart from anything else, just the sword moves of this man were enough to cause these late-stage warriors who had already condensed their murderous aura to become agitated.

This in itself represents a kind of 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 shook slightly, trembling back and forth with a very small amplitude.

The Red Maple Sword seemed to be reminded of some past events and wanted to break free from Ye Yang's hands to fight with the other party.

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

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

……

Wang Dong was not afraid at all when facing the blind old man's inheritance, especially with the support of the entire Feitian Sect, he had the home advantage.

"It's more interesting this way."

Zhu Xingyu sneered, and his aura was so oppressive that the monks who came to watch the battle from afar became unsteady.

(End of this chapter)