There are only a few top masters in the world, but how many people are below the top?

There are so many crucian carp crossing the river. One group was killed today, and another group appeared tomorrow. It is impossible to count them.

At this moment, the treasure has reappeared in the world, and there are figures scurrying all over the mountains and plains. These people have different methods and use their own methods. They all want to climb to the Chaotian Palace and see with their own eyes this so-called treasure, which is so rich that it can rival the country.

treasure.

And on the mountain.

The five of them were confronting Su Qing in front of them. If any one of these five were placed in the martial arts world, I believe they would be enough to become the most famous masters in the martial arts world. If the five of them acted together, I am afraid that the whole world would be destroyed forever.

, no one can be their opponent anymore, even if it were pushed back a hundred years, I believe there would be no masters capable of matching these five people.

But facing the man in front of him who has dominated the martial arts world for hundreds of years, what will be the answer?

I don’t know.

Looking at the past and present, there are many people who are amazingly talented, how many people are famous in the world, and how many people are said to be invincible in the world. But in front of this person, no matter how famous they are, no matter how high their martial arts skills are, they will feel sad.

Lose color and become mediocre.

Su Qing slowly plucked the strings in her hands, and the sound of the piano resounded. It was not heavy, but it spread all over the mountains and swayed to all directions. For a moment, there was the sound and sound of the piano everywhere.

Lu Xiaofeng was hesitant. He hadn't taken action yet, but someone had taken action. It was Yan Shisan. Today, he and Su Qing were not only rivals, enemies, but also mortal enemies.

At thirteen o'clock, Yan raised his sword. The long sword in his hand came out of its sheath with a "choking clang", and the sword was suddenly drawn out. The sword energy was dim and unclear, like a black light, breaking through the mountain fog, parting the sea of ​​clouds, soaring into the sky and spreading across the sky.

With just one move of his sword, his person suddenly seemed to turn into a ball of misty black energy. He flew up for a moment. His body shape changed erratically, but he saw dozens of figures appearing out of thin air in the mountain mist. It was difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

, it is difficult to distinguish between true and false, each shadow is using a sword move? Each move is connected with each other, and another move is made before one falls? The moves are derivative, and the moves are endless?

These numerous erratic figures suddenly turned into a shocking sword technique.

In a trance? The sea of ​​clouds is full of sword shadows, sword light, and sword aura? Is there anyone else? After a hundred years of solitude, Yan Shisan actually realized a strange move, a peerless sword move worthy of the divine principles, filled with thick aura of death.

, just like a lonely ghost crawling out of the grave.

It looked erratic, but the sword energy was real. Su Qing stood tall, with only a dozen top swordsmen around him making sword moves.

"The Fourteen Deadly Swords?"

Su Qing's eyes moved slightly, not only counting the person, but also the sword.

"The sword energy retains its shape? Good!"

He seemed to be in admiration.

This is not an illusion. It is clear that the sword energy of the person in front of me is at its peak. He fired fourteen swords in a row. However, although the sword power was exhausted, the energy was not broken. The sword intention was full of energy. When the sword came out, the moves were as follows.

With the psychic transformation, every move can be the final sword of its own accord. This is no longer considered a swordsmanship in the human world.

Reaching the pinnacle, indeed reaching the pinnacle.

Even Lu Xiaofeng was moved when he saw it. Ximen Chuixue's eyes seemed to light up, while Ye Gucheng said with stern eyes: "The move has not been finished, the momentum has not been broken, such a sword technique, there is still a back move!"

Su Qing takes the sword.

He had a harp in his hand, and he naturally connected the harp to the sword. The sound of the harp suddenly stirred, and the wind and clouds surged, but the surrounding mountain fog changed wonderfully. The mountain mist gathered one by one, but when the mist turned, there was a sound of "drawing the sword", and the sharp edges came out one after another.

, only among a few people

Amid the shock, the mountain mist turned into a peerless swordsman, and the clouds acted as swords, and he flew forward to fight. As soon as one person came out, the mountain mist floated, and gathered out of thin air. They were all full of sword energy, like an otherworldly swordsman.

Yan Shisan made fourteen swords, and the mountain mist and clouds also turned into fourteen peerless swordsmen. Each side fought at one point until the energy dissipated, the clouds dispersed, and the mist drifted away, and then they returned to peace.

See the wonderful skills come out one after another.

Another person drew his sword.

Xie Xiaofeng, he was following closely behind, approaching Su Qing. He only stabbed with one sword, but this sword was like a golden sun rising into the sky from the Chaotian Palace, and the sword energy was vast and straight into the sky.

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Su Qing laughed loudly, jumped into the air and spun around, like the mural of Flying Sky in Dunhuang, holding the piano in his hands and plucking the strings, and said with a long smile: "You guys, come on together!"

He pressed down with his finger, hooked and raised with his index finger, and the strings on the piano suddenly broke, and then shot straight towards the five people, even Lu Xiaofeng was enveloped in it. The strings were exposed with sharpness, and the brilliance flowed, which was as good as the world.

Divine front, shocking to the world and shocking to the hearts of the people.

Lu Xiaofeng had already pointed her fingers to move her strength, and at the same time retreated in a floating manner to respond to the enemy.

However, Ximen Chuixue drew his sword, and Ye Gucheng also drew his sword. They were already making moves, but the string wire was filled with strength, but it could be strong or soft, changing as desired, and it was impossible to guard against it. The person holding the piano picked the string string every time.

, each strand of string turned into an extraordinary sword move, and when the sword light flew through it, the stone flat suddenly saw infinite sword energy intertwining vertically and horizontally.

But he said the fight was going on vigorously.

Under the cliff, a figure suddenly flashed up. As soon as the man reached the top, he drew his sword and attacked Su Qing. However, there was a blur in front of his eyes. Above the cliff, he saw a string of strings coming through the air, like a dragon.

The snake is writhing and changing.

This is a Taoist, wearing a bamboo hat, shabby Taoist robes, sallow complexion, white beard and white beard, wearing a pair of straw sandals, but his swordsmanship is strange and extraordinary. When the sword is turned, the sea of ​​clouds around him is like a rushing wave, surging and impacting, and suddenly it seems like

The breeze is calm and the water is calm, sometimes strong and sometimes soft, sometimes attacking and sometimes defending, and he is not inferior to Ximen Chuixue and others.

Lu Xiaofeng was overjoyed when she saw the visitor, because this person was also his friend, Mu Taoist.

In just a short moment, many martial arts masters had gathered at the foot of the mountain. As soon as the Mu Taoist made a move, he let out a cold snort out of thin air, and saw another person flying up in the sky like a bird. This person was holding a sword and a sword, with sharp edges and beard and hair spread out, like a

A furious lion.

He looked at Su Qing and took action without even thinking about it. In fact, before he could take action, he would be in the same situation as the six people in front of him. A wisp of string flew towards him, and he had no choice but to fight.

Lu Xiaofeng was truly shocked beyond measure. In today's martial arts world, if anyone could defeat even one of them, that person would definitely be considered a top master, capable of establishing a sect and becoming a powerful person.

But right now, this person was able to defeat seven people without falling behind. It was simply unheard of. He didn't even dare to think about it. Even if some of these people had hidden their strength, even so, such a person was unprecedented.

The myth of martial arts is indeed well-deserved.

But for some reason, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. Mr. Sun had already told him everything that this person had done in his life. This was the source of his uneasiness. Looking at everything this person had done in his life, it was all...

Thunderbolt tactics swept the world.

But right now...

His eyes suddenly changed, because he had already seen that there was someone behind Su Qing. He was a man, or an official. This was a very handsome man, wearing the most exquisite and luxurious clothes, and holding a hand in his hand.

A sword.

Lu Xiaofeng recognized this person. He was Jin Jiuling, who was famous in the world and was said to be the number one master of the "Six Sects" for three hundred years.

The sword in the opponent's hand had already stabbed Su Qing in the back of the heart.

Su Qing also seemed to be aware of it, but all the strings on his piano had come out, how could he stop it at this moment?

The strings in front of the seven people suddenly retracted, as if they were threatened by Jin Jiuling.

Seeing this scene, all seven people jumped into the air and launched strange moves one after another to attack Su Qing.

Lu Xiaofeng's expression changed again, and she suddenly said urgently: "Don't kill him yet!"

Who to kill?

Kill Su Qing.

It turned out that Jin Jiuling's sword draw was fake. His left hand was so quick that he used the skill of identifying and tapping acupuncture points. He stepped forward and tapped Su Qing's back suddenly.

Lu Xiaofeng then saw Su Qing in front of him suddenly stagnated and slowed down. Such a flaw was already fatal.

In just an instant, five of the seven people and six swords had pierced Su Qing's heart and lungs and penetrated his chest.

Bloody arrows shot out, dyeing the mountain mist red.

And the next moment.

"retreat!"

Mu Taoist shouted urgently, drew his sword and retreated violently. His face changed horribly, and several other people also retreated in shock. Just because they looked at Su Qing, a sudden surge of cold air came from all over his body, and frost and mist formed wherever he passed.

, even he himself was frozen by the cold air, and then fell from the air. Before he hit the ground, he turned into ice powder and scattered in the wind.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at his right hand, which was covered with frost, and was busy using his internal energy to drive away the cold air. Several other people were similar to him, with frost on their beards and cold air vomiting from their mouths.

Looking at the splattered blood on the ground, several people were in a daze.

Su Qing, are you going to die now?

"This person is really awesome!"

Jin Jiuling said with lingering fear, with cold air rising from his head and a look of shock in his eyes.

"This man is one against eight. He is a martial arts legend and well-deserved!"

Even Mu Taoist also sighed.

Only Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan were silent. They had fantasized about winning against Su Qing countless times. But now, even if they saw Su Qing die with their own eyes, they still had an unreal feeling, as if they had imagined it.

It's too easy, too simple. Is this nightmare that has shrouded the world for hundreds of years finally dead?

Lu Xiaofeng was also absent-minded and frowned.

At this time, there was a commotion and people's voices at the bottom of the mountain, but all the forces from all the rivers and lakes arrived. The good and the evil, the black and the white, fought over who climbed the mountain first. There were new and old grudges, and the treasure was there.

In front of me, for a moment, there were mountains and plains, and fighting was happening everywhere. The screams echoed through the mountains and forests in an instant, and there were countless corpses...
To be continued...