"Everyone, co!"
The Zither Sound surged and transford, and the old man leaped into the air. Ordinary grandmasters could no longer participate in this battle. The Taoist Innate, Central Earth’s living Buddha, the Mo School Master, Gongyang Su Wang, and even Martial Arts Legends all soared into the sky for the fierce clash.
The sky seed to darken, the sea of clouds rose and changed, the long roar of sword sound, the spear turned into essence, Li Guanyi’s Zither Sound surged with stern killing intent and did not pause, only those many aftershocks were smoothed by this Zither Sound.
Li Guanyi played the zither ceaselessly.
The sword sound did not cease.
The Guest Elder of The World’s First Building, Tu Shengyuan, was almost smashed to death by the shaking montum but relied on his agile movent technique to barely avoid it. At this mont, he stared wide-eyed at the outside, the grandmasters observing, not to ntion the more distant martial artists.
Above the firmant, legendary figures clashed, the Palace Master drew the sword.
On the great road, the Qilin played the zither, grandmasters observed.
Above the Nine Heavens, Sword Qi was long!
The Guest Elder of The World’s First Building, Tu Shengyuan, trembled, murmuring: "To witness such a spectacle, enough to be famous for eight hundred years, I indeed have no regrets, no regrets, hahaha."
Tu Shengyuan was the Chief Minister of The World’s First Building, he pursued news across the world.
But he also knew, not to ntion eight hundred years.
Just a hundred years is enough to obliterate the na Tu Shengyuan, in the world, within Jianghu, where the waves are turbulent, it is always one generation of newcors replacing the old, where did the old go? Naturally, they disappeared.
So he traveled the world, witnessing many strange scenes, compiling them into books, hoping his na and deeds could be left with more ti in the ages, and now, Tu Shengyuan was very aware this battle could stretch for a thousand years.
Tu Shengyuan was incredibly excited: "It is up to to record this event!"
"Luckily found this good place, not involved in it, yet able to see clearly."
"No one has discovered ."
"Ha, if they knew, they would definitely envy to death!"
While thrilled, he heard a sigh from behind:
"Luckily found this good place, not involved in it, yet able to see clearly, luck is really good, no one has found ."
"These fools who only know battling with swords would definitely envy to death!"
Hmm????
Claiming to be top ten in the world in Qinggong, hiding was the number one, Tu Shengyuan was stunned. He turned back and saw a gigantic Mystic Turtle, the turtle’s head was right in front of him, scaring Tu Shengyuan. Looking again, he realized it was an old man.
This old man used the Mystic Turtle as a shield in front of him.
Withstood the aftermath of the Grandmaster Level martial artist’s clash.
Crawled over laboriously.
Currently wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, one side stuffing the Mystic Turtle under his bottom as a seat, the other relaxing with a "luckily dodged" expression, familiarly saying to Tu Shengyuan: "Was a fierce fight enough, almost couldn’t make it."
"Thankfully this old friend, turtle shell hard and thick, feels good as a shield."
Tu Shengyuan: "..."
Guest Elder of The World’s First Building said:
"Would you consider removing the word ’old friend’?"
Old Siming said: "That won’t do!"
"For such a long ti, only this old friend is my beloved one."
"Blocked countless cold knives and hidden arrows for ."
Tu Shengyuan grimaced but did not mind this old man, just attentively observing the battle, murmuring: "Marquis Qin Wu personally plays the zither to liven it up, invites battle with Jianghu, future generations will discuss this legendary fight, and will also record it was , Tu Shengyuan, who recorded it."
Siming said: "Heh, what use is this empty talk?"
The old man, relying on this excellent location, looked outside. On the great road, grandmasters hold each weapon, Dharma Form swirling, above the firmant, the traces of swords almost stomped a hole in the sky.
And the young man in a blue Taoist robe played the zither calmly.
Although he ca to play the zither, he showed such an expression that didn’t resemble a feudal lord who could swallow the world, not a hero who subdued the young elite, eyebrows lowered as if a child about to be abandoned, pursing lips, tightening face.
Siming always felt he had seen such a scene before.
Alone, holding the White Bone Magic Artifact under the Buddhist Temple Relic Tower, Tuyuhun spent a night there; broke the initial Red Emperor’s majestic na, with coaches crushing Imperial Relatives into bloody mud, establishing his own fa, Emperor Chen Wu.
Or the one who created the Ghost Market but passed away young, the first Night Emperor.
The old man quietly watched this destined to beco a legendary scene, just like witnessing each thing in the past, and above the firmant, the sword sound broke the Formation, the Formation Leader seed to suffer a significant loss, then the Divine Charm of Taoist Sect spread.
The "Imperial Pole Worldly Scripture" sixty-four secrets were wondrous but were severed one by one.
Although severed one by one, they were renewed one by one.
Finally, only that gun domineeringly at ease, putting down heavy armor, the military god beca more carefree and at ease at this ti, only he could fight Sword Madman one-on-one without being defeated quickly.
Later on, even the spirit of the six Palace Masters of the Martial World was suppressed!
Sky clouds gathered, thunder exploded.
"Is that thunder?"
Old Siming shook the wine pot, softly said:
"That was clearly pieces scattered from the clash of sword light and gun light."
Tu Shengyuan was so shocked he couldn’t speak.
Old Siming said: "The individual strength a martial artist can exert alone is one level, when fighting spirit is high another level, and if both fight spirits are high, mutual combat naturally can elevate to realms unreachable in usual tis."
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