At Feixiandai in Sanqing Valley in Kunlun Mountains in early April, a few days before the due date for the battle, masters from all walks of life had already arrived one after another. The Chinese side had the largest number of occupiers, followed by the Japanese, and then the masters scattered around the world. After all,

This is a battle of the century that spans more than two thousand years. People are only willing to arrive early and don't want to be late. Missing even a little bit will be the biggest regret in a martial arts practitioner's life.

On the day of the peak duel, the quiet Feixian Terrace was even more bustling and crowded. Because of different positions, different national boundaries, and language barriers, the people who came to watch the battle spontaneously divided into several groups and schools, and stood in several blocks. Although these people were mutually exclusive.

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There are also a few who are communicating with each other, but most of the warriors are arrogant. They sit there with airs and airs like emperors, and will never lower their dignity and take the initiative to strike up a conversation with others. Unless they meet some acquaintances,

These were just a few words of greeting.

When it comes to stance, in fact, most people have no stance to speak of. They just come here to see this eternal battle. Who wins and who loses is irrelevant to them. There is a stance to speak of.

Of course, the experts on the Chinese side support Xiao Ling emotionally. Although Xu Fu challenged Xiao Ling as a senior Chinese martial artist, his identity is after all the Emperor Jimmu of Japan, even though he is fundamentally Chinese.

He is half Japanese, and the Chinese side certainly does not want him to be the winner. As for the Japanese side, there is no doubt that they hope that Xu Fu will win. China has always been at the top of the world in the days of Guwu. If they

The victory of Emperor Jimmu is tantamount to slapping all Chinese martial arts practitioners in the face. From now on, the Japanese will be able to proudly claim to be the best in the world when it comes to ancient martial arts.

Even the secluded masters such as Haotian Martial Saint, Er Yin and Three Immortals, although they are here to bear witness, are all secluded masters with profound cultivation and calm hearts. But from a perceptual point of view, they all hope that Xiao Ling will represent China.

They can win, and besides, they have friendship with the Sixiang family.

However, from a rational point of view, they did not think that Xiao Ling could win over Xu Fu, who had more than two thousand years of cultivation, even if he was regarded as a once-in-a-thousand-year genius.

As for the masters from other countries other than these two countries, although it has no effect on them who wins or loses, in their view, Xu Fu has more than two thousand years of skill, and in martial arts, he is a god. Xiao

No matter how talented Ling is, no matter how high his cultivation level is, he is only one person after all. There is an insurmountable gap between gods and humans. How can humans defeat gods?

Therefore, in general, few people are optimistic about Xiao Ling as a junior.

Many people were looking forward to it and were getting a little impatient. However, under the row of green old poplar trees, a group of dozens of people were sitting quietly, with calm faces, without any anxiety or discomfort.

Resistant.

This group of people included both old and young. The old ones included a few old guys from the Sixiang family, as well as famous figures such as Yi Sheng and Er Yin, followed by Xiao Yan, Yin Luoxue, Mu Ziyi and Sanxian. The younger ones included Chen Chen, Su

Ran, Xia Kun and other descendants of the old guys. Xiao Ling's wife, only Xiao Han, Leng Xue and Long Nu came.

On the Japanese side, the original eight sect masters were tricked and killed by Xiao Ling in one day, and now they are the sect masters who took office five years ago. In fact, everyone knows that the death of those eight sect masters is inseparable from Xiao Ling, but they just can't

If they were caught, they couldn't produce any real evidence, so there was nothing they could do against them. Therefore, they all opened their eyes wide and hated the Sixiang family members over there.

Of course, they can only stay at the stage of hatred. If they really want to rush forward and fight against the Sixiang family, they don't have the courage. First of all, Huaxia has a word in advance. Those who come to watch the battle are not allowed to start a fight at will. If they rush over and fight against the Sixiang family,

, I am afraid that what they have to face is not as simple as the Sixiang family. This is a place in China, and China has far more masters than the Japanese. Secondly, they ask themselves that they are no match for the old guys from the Sixiang family. So, as long as

Can attack with eyes.

Wang Menglu poked Xiao Han's shoulder lightly, and was the first to show her impatience: "Senior sister, why didn't my brother-in-law come with you and why is he still nowhere to be seen?"

The few spectators were closing their eyes to rest and paying no attention to their chirping. Xiao Han did not dare to disturb him and responded softly: "He is making a last-ditch effort to make the final sprint. I don't know if he can succeed, but he will definitely make it."

Came here."

"I'm cramming now..." Wang Menglu curled her lips, "Is it useful?"

"I don't know either." Xiao Han looked up at the sky, his eyes full of worry. Xiao Ling had been gone for a month and had no contact with them. No one knew what the outcome would be. They were all very worried about her.

Martial Saint Haotian, whose eyes had been closed, slowly opened his eyes, and his voice was vigorous and gentle: "Xiao Yan, are these three wives of the Xiao family? Sure enough, heroes and beauties, all three are outstanding, very like that little girl

The guys are a great match.”

Xiao Han smiled slightly: "Senior, you are so complimentary."

Dragon Girl said calmly: "Thank you for the compliment, senior."

Leng Xue just nodded slightly and said nothing.

Martial Saint Haotian asked with a faint smile: "You are saying that that little guy is temporarily cramming himself. I wonder what level he has reached now, and what realm does he want to reach at this last moment?"

"My son has had conflicts with me since he was a child. He never told me about his situation, and I don't know either. He has a good relationship with Luoxue, and he has a lot to say with her." Xiao Yan had a rare humility and respect on his face, but the corner of his mouth

But there was a wry smile.

Martial Saint Haotian looked at Yin Luoxue and laughed heartily: "Only Luoxue in the world can give birth to such a proud son. This little girl like you has already surpassed us old guys. You are better than your predecessor. Isn't that little guy going to do it?"

Let us old guys have no shame and shame and then claim to be martial arts practitioners?"

Yin Luoxue smiled back generously and said: "Quinzi has only achieved a small amount of success because of his frequent encounters. If you don't polish it, it won't be a useful tool. I hope you seniors will cultivate him more."

"When you say this, you are embarrassing us old guys." The Sword King also smiled in a good mood, "I wonder what state that little guy has reached? Are you sure of this battle?"

The eyes of the Sword Emperor were filled with strong curiosity. Today, Xiao Ling is probably the only one among the younger generation who can show such a look and arouse such strong curiosity.

Yin Luoxue said calmly: "I don't know exactly what step it has reached, but it must be far ahead of me."

"Oh." All the old people said a long "Oh" and nodded frequently. It turned out that they are better than others.

Wang Menglu asked Xiaohan again: "Senior sister, brother-in-law, haven't he contacted you? Has he succeeded?"

Xiao Han shook his head slightly, with a look of worry in his eyes. Although he wanted to call Xiao Ling and ask, he was afraid of disturbing him.

Wang Menglu asked persistently: "Is his retreat place far from here? Even if he succeeds, he won't have time to come over."

Xiao Han still didn't answer. Firstly, there was no definite answer. Secondly, Xiao Ling's place of retreat must not be known to others.

She didn't answer her questions, so Wang Menglu muttered: "My brother-in-law didn't come, and Xu Fu didn't come either. How can we still fight this fight?"

"Xu Fu is a senior expert from more than 2,000 years ago, so there is no reason to condescend to wait. He is a junior in martial arts and doesn't understand any etiquette. Do you think seniors should wait for him?" A loud sneer and a sentence

As Wang Menglu's words rang out with cynicism, everyone looked over and many people recognized him as a master in the Chinese underworld.

"I'm afraid he's already timid before he even takes the field. No wonder, after all, his opponent is the god-like Xu Fu, so it's no wonder he's timid." A person next to him sneered in agreement.

Xiao Han's three girls all glared at those two people. Su Ran, who always had a hot temper, shouted angrily: "You two scum, get out of here if you can't wait. No one forced you to come and see. So many martial arts seniors here didn't say a word.

What are you talking about there?"

"I'm just stating the normal opinions and guesses of a spectator. Why not? Besides, this Feixiang Valley does not belong to the Sixiang family. If others can come, why can't I come?"

The Sword Emperor said calmly: "Su Ran, others have their mouths. Just let them say what they want to say. Just take care of yourself."

Su Ran felt unwilling and sat down angrily and groaned heavily.

"If the Xu Fu you are talking about really lived for more than two thousand years, then he is almost a god. It is understandable that Xiao Ling would shrink from the battle." These are the words of a European.

"However, retreating without fighting will really damage the reputation of the Sixiang family. Senior Xu Fu is an unparalleled master. Even if he wins, will he take the life of a junior like him? I thought I could see my senior.

Show off your talents, but now it seems... it's really disappointing." These are the words of a Japanese dog, and this is another double act that sings and harmonizes, trampling on Xiao Ling.

Su Ran didn't care this time. He yelled at the foreigners. This wasn't a civil war. He stood up and pointed at the two guys and yelled: "Shut the hell up, no one is forcing you to stay. Wait."

If you can't, then go back to your tiny country. The heirs of my thousand-year-old family in the vast country of China don't have the turn to point fingers here."

"We are just discussing the matter, what right do you have to interfere with us? Our great British Empire/Empire of Japan is different from you in China. We have the right to free speech." A foreign devil and a little devil protested.

Su Ran sneered: "You are really right. Our China is different from you two small countries. The land you are standing on now belongs to China. Here, you have the right to express your opinions, but it must be in accordance with the constitution and law.

Within the scope of permission. Your remarks have had a negative impact on the leaders of our younger generation in China, damaged the reputation of the leaders, and violated the three chapters of the agreement between us and your countries. But based on this, I have a reason

I’ll teach you a lesson.”

The two Japanese soldiers sneered disdainfully: "If you have the ability, come right over. I'm afraid you won't succeed."

Su Ran took a step forward, holding the Burning Sky Sword in his hand, and the battle was about to begin.

Originally, the two sides were at war with each other, but suddenly, an aura descended from their heads and enveloped them. Both sides were completely suppressed by the aura, unable to move, and all the murderous aura disappeared in an instant.
Chapter completed!