On the coast of the East China Sea, outside Emperor Wu's city.

A carriage gurgled leisurely forward.

This is nothing unusual. Ever since Li Yang unified the Central Plains twenty years ago, Emperor Wu City has become a rare pure land in the world.

Even Zhao Gou, who claims to monitor the world and loves to spread martial arts kings to all nine sides, will not come here to arrest people.

As for the people who came to challenge Wang Xianzhi, they were as numerous as the crucian carp crossing the river.

However, most of them would be stopped by the military slaves in the city, and they would not even be able to see Wang Xianzhi's face.

The last laborer Wang Xianzhi personally took action, which seems to be the Xishu sword Jiuhuang. He also left a famous sword "Huanglu" at the top of Emperor Wu's city.

Moving forward further, there are the high-ranking official Cao Changqing and the peach blossom swordsman Deng Tai'a.

Such grand events have not been seen for more than ten years.

Therefore, when the carriage slowly stopped at the city gate tower, the driver was holding a war card and wanted to climb the tower.

The Wu slave guarding the gate shouted coldly: "Everyone who comes here has a name!"

Unexpectedly, the coachman didn't seem to hear him, and as soon as he got up, he tried to force his way up the stairs.

"Arrogant!"

This immediately angered the martial slaves, and four people immediately flew out and attacked the driver.

"presumptuous!"

Unexpectedly, the driver was even more arrogant than them. He did not dodge or dodge at all. He just used the majestic energy to cover his body and easily knocked out a passage to the top of the building.

Bang bang bang bang!

The four martial slaves who took action were sent flying by the touch. They flew back and hit the city wall, vomiting blood and unable to move.

You must know that the minimum person who can become a martial slave is the first grade, but the combined strength of four people is not enough to withstand a single blow.

Everyone watching around was in an uproar.

"Who is that?"

"I do not know!"

"You see, he seems to be holding a letter in his hand. Could it be that he is just a messenger?"

"What do you think? Who can let such a person be a messenger? Not even the emperor, right?"

Amidst the noise, the coachman had already climbed to the top floor, presented the battle post with both hands, and said loudly:

"Three days later, Demon Lord Chi Yao will fight against Emperor Wu Xianzhi!"

Wow——

The sound came out, and everyone who heard it clearly turned red.

If Wang Xianzhi was a well-deserved legend even a few years ago, and even Qi Xuan frame could not suppress his edge, then Chi Yao is the new legend in the world in recent years.

Although his experience is not as long as Wang Xianzhi's, it is equally exciting, and his climbing speed is far faster than that of Wang Xianzhi back then.

Now he is ranked third in the martial arts review, second only to Wang Xianzhi, who is ranked second, and is truly the second best in the world in everyone's eyes.

Ever since the new martial arts review was released, countless people have been looking forward to the confrontation between the two of them.

That may be the most exciting battle in the world in the past hundred years.

But neither Wang Xianzhi nor Chi Yao seemed that concerned about this matter. Wang Xianzhi sat motionless in Emperor Wu City, and Chi Yao even disappeared for a while, leaving the headlines dominated by the war between Beiliang and Liyang.

for a long time.

Now, he seems to have finally realized what he should do most.

Judging from the Wu Nu who dispatched his coachman to easily defeat Wang Xianzhi, Chi Yao has undoubtedly taken the lead in terms of momentum.

The news spread all over the world very quickly, as if it had wings.

"On the shores of the East China Sea, the Emperor Wu battles the Demon Lord! Is the chief martial arts reviewer who has been vacant for decades really going to be replaced by someone?"

The intensity of this battle even surpassed the overt and covert fighting between Liang and Mang in Liaodong.

Three days later.

Wang Xianzhi rarely appeared on Emperor Wu's tower. Although he had a gray beard and a bright head, his steaming energy and blood were as dazzling as a scorching sun.

"Anghou——"

At ten o'clock at noon, a dragon's roar resounded through the sky, and Pixiu's wings tore through the clouds, appearing above the Emperor Wu City with a little golden glow.

"There's a monster!"

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the eagerly awaiting crowd below.

However, he was soon despised by the people around him.

"Don't you know? That's called Pixiu, and it's an auspicious beast! It's the Demon Lord's exclusive mount!"

Judging from the title, this person is obviously an admirer of Chi Yao.

"Pixiu? Divine beast?"

"Then we have to start from the Xiangfan Ghost Town back then..."

As soon as Chi Yaofu appeared, it aroused heated discussions among the melon-eating crowd. Some were popular among the people, some were cheering and waving, and of course there were also some who were hostile and disgusted.

But none of these things could enter his eyes, because at this moment, his eyes were completely attracted by the strong old man standing on the top of the city.

Wang Xianzhi is nearly 100 years old. He has been famous for 80 years and has been invincible for 60 years. He is a martial arts genius who deserves to be seen once in a century. When he debuted at a young age, he was famous for not carrying any weapons. He always fought with one hand.

At the age of twenty-five, he was promoted to the rank of peerless masters. At the age of forty, he challenged Li Chungang, the sword god of his generation, and abruptly used his two fingers to break the famous sword "Wooden Ox Horse" that was as sharp as clay. He instantly became famous all over the world and became famous.

Wuer, officially took over the number one position in the world.

It has been sixty years since that day.

During these sixty years, that burly old man was like a high mountain, blocking the way of all martial arts practitioners and blocking their path to becoming the best in the world.

As the saying goes, there is no first in writing and no second in martial arts.

But Wang Xianzhi insists on being number one in the world, claiming to be number two in the world, and letting everyone else compete for number three in the world.

Some people say that this is Wang Xianzhi making fun of the whole world. Others say that this is because Wang Xianzhi has never fought against Qi Xuan frame and feels regretful.

But no matter what, such funny things can come to an end today.

Chi Yao's eyes shifted. The number of experts gathered around Emperor Wu City at this moment was far beyond imagination, such as the one-armed old man with sheepskin fur, the middle-aged man holding a peach blossom branch, etc. There were even many wearing Beimang style clothes.

man.

Withdrawing his gaze, he roared, jumped up from Pixiu's back, and punched the city head with a heavy punch.

"Well done!"

Wang Xianzhi shouted loudly, raised his beard and raised his arms to greet him.

Fist to palm!

Suddenly, the air exploded.

The invisible air waves condensed into reality, blasting the city wall built with submarine rocks into pieces.

The gravel mixed with the air waves were thrown away, causing all the onlookers to fly back. Some people who were unable to retreat in time were directly shot into a sieve.

As they were retreating, someone with sharp eyes saw a scene and shouted in shock.

"Two...two hands!"

"Wang Xianzhi showed two hands!"

It is a slight exaggeration to say that Wang Xianzhi has always fought with one hand since his debut. But since the establishment of the Emperor Wu City, he has indeed never used his hands to face the enemy. Even when Deng Tai'a went to Emperor Wu City three times

Regardless of whether Cao Changqing was able to get through it in one go, he always faced it with one hand. Because no one could force him to use two hands.

But today, this unwritten convention is broken.

Faced with Chi Yao's first attack, Wang Xianzhi used both hands, which undoubtedly confirmed the enemy's strength from the side.

Both of them are good at close combat, are physically strong, and fight at a very fast pace.

The head of Emperor Wu's city was immediately filled with fist winds, palm prints, and leg shadows. The force of the punches kept falling on the bricks and stones, and the solid city tower soon became crumbling.

The people around him were so frightened that they quickly stayed away again.

Bang!

After Wang Xianzhi blocked Chi Yao's heavy punch again, he took advantage of the situation and took two steps back, and said: "We can't fight here for a long time, how about moving outside the East China Sea?"

"Can!"

Chi Yao nodded, turned around and flew towards the boundless sea.

When you reach the realm of land gods, with the blessing of the vitality of heaven and earth, flying is no longer difficult.

The two of them had just left, one after the other.

The city gate tower that had stood for decades collapsed.
To be continued...