C908 Fusang Black Dragon Society, Liu Sheng's Family Sword Hero!

"He doesn't even know what golf is?"

"Haha, this kid hasn't been around for years, but he's still doing it like this!"

"Why do you call him? "Let's go play, Brother Zhi Xuan."

The dozen or so people looked at Zhang Dongcheng and spoke joyously.

Zhang Dongcheng was incomparably indifferent but his eyes were wreathed in flames.

Zhang Zhixuan clearly had other plans for Zhang Zhixuan telling him to play golf.

In the Zhao Family Mansion, this guy had posed as a cousin in front of him several times, as if they were no longer on the same level. What was the difference between his haughty appearance and those relatives that forced him to leave the main house?

My Zhang Sha Shen's face, is it that easy to be slapped?

For the sake of being my cousin, I've tolerated you a few times.

Hehe, then don't blame me.

Zhang Dongcheng thought for a while, but said indifferently: "Golf, I am very interested. Let's go, take me to see it!"

Heh, this kid really dared to come!

Zhang Zhixuan was startled, but he became even happier, with a smile on his face, it was as if he had succeeded in his conspiracy. He waved his hand, and as if he was commanding the others: "Come, let's go to the golf course!"

At the same time, on the beach at the edge of a cliff on the coast of China.

Several black luxury cars stopped by the beach. A dozen black clothed men surrounded an eighty year old man like stars surrounding the moon. Their hands were at their waists and their eyes were scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

There was a strong looking man standing beside the old man. He was dressed in black and had a heavy expression on his face. He looked at his watch and asked impatiently. He was not speaking Mandarin, but Japanese.

"Hall Master, when will Lysimachia chinensis Thunb be here?" The black-clothed man lowered his voice and asked.

"Don't be anxious!" The old man had his hands behind his back as he looked at Fu Sang in the sea. He said, "A year ago, spirit artifacts were constantly being used. Someone from the Black Dragon Guild finally comprehended the Dao!" This time, the purpose of Lysimachia chinensis Thunb coming over is to test the strength of a Chinese cultivator! "

"Can he do it? On the Chinese side, there are also cultivators appearing one after another. There are a few that are extremely powerful, but they really do have godly methods! " The black-clothed man said somewhat nervously.

"Noguchi, don't be impatient. I, Big Fusang, have competed for the national destiny with China for thousands of years and have repeatedly failed. I almost succeeded seventy years ago, and the land under our feet was originally under the Great Fusang Country! Those lowly Zhina pigs are not worthy of such a fertile and rich continent! "" … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … ….

The old man's eyes flashed with a fervent glow. He coldly snorted and said, "Perhaps, the thing that failed seventy years ago will be done by our Black Dragon Guild in the near future right now!"

"Hall Master, does this mean that the Lysimachia chinensis Thunb is very powerful?" Yichuan said excitedly.

"Hehe, he's from our Black Dragon Guild, someone who has the reputation of being a hero of the sword." The old man did not say much, but only emphasized the words' Jian Hao '.

When Yichuan heard this, he was so excited that his entire body was trembling. "To be able to witness the divine might of a Sword Hero with one's own eyes is truly a blessing in disguise!"

Lysimachia chinensis Thunb was the nineteenth generation successor of the Liusheng Family in the Fusang Empire. His ancestors were the Liusheng Ten Soldiers, who numbered 1607-1650, and his full name was Liusheng Ten Soldiers, Sanyan. He was a famous swordsman in the history of the Fusang Empire.

Ten soldiers and his grandfather Liu Shengshi Sanzhai Zongyan, father Liu Sheng but Ma Shouzhong is collectively known as "Liu Sheng three days dog." He was one of the most famous and romanticized warriors of the feudal era.

At Fu Sang, Tengu was an extremely ferocious and revered deified animal. Swordsmen who could be called Tengu were all extremely ferocious and extremely skilled swordsmen.

More than a year ago, Earth suddenly had an increase in the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth, and many Spirit Treasures were collected by the Dark Society. However, the talented Lysimachia chinensis Thunb was extremely familiar with the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth, and possessed sword techniques that far surpassed ordinary people.

The title of Sword Hero was used in the life and death arena to become an extremely famous sword artist, and it could only be chosen through the most brutal life and death battle. Every Sword Hero was called a Sword Hero, and all of them could fight one against ten, or even a hundred enemies.

At this time, the waves on the sea rose and fell, reaching a height of more than ten meters. As they crashed down from the sky, millions of water splashed apart, as if the sea also knew of the Fusang Swordsman's brutality.

A black-clothed man holding a telescope stared at the surface of the sea. His entire body suddenly trembled as he shouted, "Look over there! Come! Liu Shengjian Hao is coming!"

Everyone was in high spirits as they turned their gaze towards the source of the sound. Above the surging wave, there was a man dressed in the traditional clothes of the ancient Fusang. He was stepping on a tree branch and was floating across the ocean!

No matter how the waves surged, no matter how high the waves flew, this man held onto the longsword at his waist, his face was gloomy like water, his eyes were like lightning, the tree branches under his feet were floating in the waves, and this man was standing on one foot, just like a figure from the legends, he was rushing towards them.

Ye Chuan was shocked, how was this possible!

Stepping on a branch, all the way from Fusang, my God, this is better than a reed crossing the river of Damo!

Damocles cross the river, not the sea!

And it was a sea that was more than 600 km away, a sea that was overflowing with rage!

All the men in black were so shocked that their faces turned pale. Was this guy even human? He was like a ghost or something!

"Oh my god, oh my god!"

"Great Fusang Empire, liner!"

"Conquer Zhina, conquer Zhina! This land will belong to us sooner or later with the Willow Sword Hero! "

After being extremely shocked, everyone shouted like ghosts in the sky, excitedly watching Lysimachia chinensis Thunb stepping on the waves, rushing over like a fast boat.

The old man looked at Yichuan who was so shocked that he could not even speak, and laughed: "Yichuan, do not be nervous. Lysimachia chinensis Thunb is not the strongest in our Black Dragon Guild. "

What, this Lysimachia chinensis Thunb who's stepping on a tree branch to traverse more than 600 kilometers of ocean, isn't he the strongest?

Crazy, too crazy!

Yichuan could not help but be ecstatic. His entire body was trembling as he shouted, "Class load, the Big Foshan class load!"

A large wave suddenly flew up, and Lysimachia chinensis Thunb suddenly stomped his feet. The wave seemed to have been stomped down by him, falling down by three to four meters, and then, his entire body soared into the air, continuously stepping in the air like a meteor rushing forward.

This charge was more than ten kilometers, crossing over and landing on the beach.

The cheers came to an abrupt stop. Everyone had their mouths wide open as they subconsciously retreated, as if they were the reaping god of death.

Lysimachia chinensis Thunb held onto the sword at his waist, other than the shoes that were slightly wet, there was not a single mark on his body, his eyes were like sharp blades, he looked at the old man and asked: "Hall Master Hong Bei?"

"Yes, I am Hong Beiyong too. Greetings, Sir Liu Shengjian!" Although the old man was old and weak, he still stood at attention. He bent down like a broken javelin, bowing at a standard 90 degree angle.

The Lysimachia chinensis Thunb arrogantly raised his head, but did not return the greeting, as if it was natural that Hongbei Yong would also bow to him. He only coldly said: "Have you made arrangements this time?"

"Reporting to the Liusheng Sword Hero, this one has already posted a notice for all heroes. Invite all cultivators of China to come to the arena and let them witness the glory of our Great Fusang Empire's most powerful Sword Hero!" Hong Beiyong also stood with his feet together as he said this without raising his head.

The Lysimachia chinensis Thunb's eyes were overflowing with killing intent, a faint black aura emerged from his body and the temperature within a radius of ten meters dropped, causing everyone to shiver as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"Very good, to destroy Zhina, you have to start from the destruction of the confidence in your martial arts! Seventy years ago, my Lysimachia chinensis Thunb did not manage to defeat that person's will, and today, my Lysimachia chinensis Thunb will personally complete this unfinished business! "

[There are sixteen thousand words in today's novel. For a melon seed to work so hard, wouldn't you like to put in a flower and a vote?]