C320

Licheng.

It was the second year after the June frost. It was also June. The sun was shining and the atmosphere was hot. Goose feather flying snow fell down.

"Did you hear that? Yesterday, a young man, calling himself Qingyang, set up a challenge arena at the foot of Yuheng mountain to challenge the younger generation of holy land. "

"Wow, isn't it? Is that crazy? What happened then? "

"That day, he defeated seven young disciples of holy land, and finally he left."

"Why did you leave?"

"Because he went to Yangguang Lake today."

Smell speech, people are dazed, awe inspiring, mouth open very big.

The news soon spread in Licheng, countless young monks moved, this person is too crazy? Only one person, dare to set up a challenge arena in front of the holy land.

After a while, some people began to rush to the place where the lake was located.

"Qingyang, it's a familiar name." Someone whispered.

"Well, it seems to be from the Shang state."

"It reminds me that he is a disciple of the Fifth Academy, the younger brother of Qin Meng and Li Yi." People looked startled, and more people sped toward the area.

At this point.

In front of Yangguang lake, Qingyang is hunting in his clothes. The white sword in his hand reflects the light under the flying frost. His figure is free and easy. From a distance, it looks like a young sword God.

At his feet, it was a spot of blood. From morning till now, he has defeated eight young disciples of Yaoguang lake.

I thought that there was a madman outside the holy land, but I never thought that he was still a madman with strength.

All eight young disciples were defeated, which was a humiliation to the powerful holy land, and he still set up a challenge arena in front of their holy land.

Vaguely, everyone has a feeling that he has come to challenge the holy land.

"I'll challenge you." A young woman came out with a peaceful face and clear eyes.

"Good." At present, Qingyang did not talk nonsense. He took the lead. The white sword in his hand was blooming, and the cold light was standing upside down and humming. Finally, he cut it down.

It seems that the sword is simple and unsophisticated, but it contains terrible Dao rhyme. At the moment when the sword falls, it just breaks out.

Seeing this, the young woman's face changed slightly, and she did not think much. The power of the stars in her body was also exploding. She held her finger and performed a terrible skill.

However, the sword fell down, the technique was broken, the sea of Qi was pressed, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, and the body staggered backward.

Qingyang took up his sword and raised his mouth: "I've accepted."

There are two kinds of challenge arena, one is life and death, and the other is to win or lose. Qingyang chooses the latter because he knows his situation very well. He also knows that only when he does not touch the bottom line of morality can he stand here and fight fairly with the disciples of holy land.

The young woman wiped off the blood from the corners of her mouth, looked at him with complicated eyes, and then stepped back to one side.

"The ninth man."

"Is he going to follow the example of his elder martial brother's war several years ago to fight the younger generation in the whole holy land?"

"It should not be. After all, he is different from that man." People whispered and watched.

Qingyang is different from Li Yi. The former is only a disciple of the five academies, while the latter is a black swordsman of this generation. A few years ago, Li Yi fought against the younger generation of Yuheng mountain, and the holy land where he killed was silent.

Now, Qingyang has come here to set up the challenge arena.

Although there was no killing, the difference between victory and defeat was enough to say everything. He was oppressing the Holy Land and provoking the holy land. He was angry and unwilling in his heart.

However, he is not strong enough to divide life and death.

Aware of this, everyone was silent, and the black swordsman fell. He was the only one left in the courtyard. What if he defeated the younger generation of holy land?

Moreover, in the holy land, there are innumerable talents, and there are also some amazing talents. Can he fight against them alone?

Soon, the tenth person came out. She was a beautiful woman. She was very powerful, far stronger than the nine people in front of her. Her realm stood on the top of the triple heaven of Taifu.

After a big ceremony, she first shot, the power of the technique bloomed, the momentum of which was full of no doubt, roaring, in order to seal the battlefield, kill Qingyang.

However, she was defeated by Qingyang.

Bang, the body fly out, mouth flow.

Qingyang took up his sword and nodded to her: "I've accepted."

He only decides the outcome, not the life and death, and treats them with courtesy. He wants to challenge all the young disciples in the holy land.

At this moment, people can see more from his eyes, which is a kind of fearlessness, and a kind of indifference between life and death. It seems that they do not worry that the holy land will hurt the killers.

"I'll challenge you." Another woman came out, her eyes were deep, her body was moving, her hair was all over her shoulders. She came here, staring at Qingyang, she said again, "I'll challenge you."

Qingyang nodded and made a gesture of please.Pen!

A smooth mirror flew out of the woman's body. The mirror was boiling rapidly, and the breath of the force of heaven and Earth spread out.

A crash, the mirror bloom God awn, intense beam, like the sword blade cut out of the peerless sword, a moment through the boundless space, toward the Qingyang killed.

Obviously, this is a terrible weapon.

Qingyang stopped, but also put away the indifferent mood, and replaced it with prudence. The fourth level magic weapon is very important. If it can fully recover and burst out, those with the same level of Tongtian realm will take action.

The light cut over, but he avoided them one by one.

After about ten breaths, the mirror obviously stopped for a moment. Seeing this, Qingyang seized the opportunity, raised his long sword and chopped it.

There is no move, it's not swordsmanship, it's just a simple attack.

The long sword cleaved on the mirror, bang Dang, the mirror flew out upside down, the woman was stunned for a moment, and quickly responded. However, Qingyang's long sword had fallen on her neck.

There was no one to speak.

That mirror is a fourth level magic weapon! In the case of recovery, he actually flew out with a random sword.

This scene is so weird.

Is it true that the white sword in their hands is a king's weapon?

"I lost." The woman is very straightforward, put up the mirror and turn away.

"Next." He changed his mind.

I don't know why, hearing these three words, people all have a very strange illusion, a kind of sloshing, as if time went back to a few years ago, the picture of men in plain clothes fighting.

He is only a person, but face the whole holy land, what kind of spirit is that?

Unfortunately, the man finally fell.

"I'll challenge you." The thirteenth woman came out, holding a small bell in her right hand, which was yellowish brown and full of inexplicable breath.

When people see the bell that moment, the mind is shocked, the pupil suddenly shrinks.

More people exclaimed: "the king's weapon." No one can keep calm, the Holy Land in order to restore dignity, clean humiliation, even the king's God soldiers are carried out.

Qingyang was shocked and shook his head with a bitter smile: "I admit defeat."

The king's magic weapons are revived. If the king of gods hands, the existence of this realm can be destroyed by raising hands. Is it necessary to fight?

At this time, some people who knew yesterday's war also couldn't help opening their mouth: "yesterday, Yuheng mountain also carried out the king's way, so he left."

"A little too much."

"I don't think the holy land is wrong." Someone said something.

The same generation of disputes, fighting is their own talent, combat experience, and the strength of the outbreak, the level of the realm, and so on, also derived from their own details, such as magic weapons, martial arts, powerful skills and martial arts, but also can be taken out to fight.

If you have a strong foundation in the fifth courtyard, or if you have a king's weapon, you can take it out. No one will say anything about you.

The woman's mouth a Yang, sipping a banter smile: "Dao you, is it so spineless?"

Qingyang looks at her and doesn't speak.

The woman said again, without concealing her sarcasm: "I thought it was sacred. I set up a challenge arena in front of my rocking Lake gate. I never thought it was a wild cat and a wild dog."

The disciples of the five academies are powerful. Although they are declining, they have been brilliant.

But now, she is called a wild cat and a wild dog by a woman, which is a kind of insult. She seems to want to take back the dignity of the lake and the sacred and inviolable majesty from Qingyang.