In the vast divine continent, nine countries stood side by side. They cooperated with each other, but also attacked each other.
The foundation of every empire was a strong military force, as well as peerless experts who emerged from among ordinary human beings and blossomed in the starry sky.
These strong people were the cornerstone of the security of the empire, but also the sharp weapons of killing.
A sword to destroy a city, a fist to destroy a country.
In the long history of mankind, there had been more than one such powerful cultivators.
Their existence made the imperial family of the nine countries love and fear them. What they loved was that because of their existence, their land was not lost, and their prestige did not fall. What they feared was that if the fists and swords of these strong people suddenly changed direction to their own people and cities, or they, the supreme rulers — — who could match them?
It was unknown which genius politician had a flash of inspiration, or perhaps after many years of communication and discussion, the rulers of the Nine Nations gathered in one room and signed a contract. The name of the contract could not be found, but the general content was: As long as the country was not in danger of being destroyed, the Nine Nations promised not to be the first to use their peerless experts.
After thousands of years, because of the lack of competitive awareness, or the loss of various rare books, there were fewer and fewer peerless experts. Finally one or two came out, and found that there was no opponent in the world. After beating up the monsters that emerged from all over the world, as well as some small farts that could not be shown in public, they cried bitterly for three days and then ran into the deep mountains and forests to live in seclusion.
However, the pace of every cultivator in the pursuit of the strongest power in the world had never stopped.
We will never be the first to use peerless experts, and we must not be without peerless experts.
The attitude of the royal family of each country towards the peerless experts was extremely respectful, and every one of them was given a supreme status.
For example, the Old immortal of the Still water sword school.
When Lu Xingkong had just joined the army as a frontier officer, the Old immortal of the Still water sword school had already become famous. By the time Lu Xingkong became a General with great difficulty, he had already become the God of Sword of West Wind admired by everyone.
Of course, his status as the God of Sword of West Wind was much higher than that of Mu Yubai — — how could he be easily defeated by a child?
It had to be said that, although no one said it explicitly, but many people still thought that the current Master of the Still water sword school, the God of Sword of West Wind Mu Yubai, was a fake.
No one knew how many battles he had been through and how many experts he had killed. When the world forgot his surname, his name, his moves, and each of his opponents, when everyone thought of him, they would sincerely call him 'Old Immortal'. This proved that this person had really become an immortal.
Just like all the peerless experts, once they became immortals, they naturally disdained to associate themselves with mortals.
Moreover, he had already entered another world, and what he was pursuing was the end of the martial way, immortality. Worldly power, fame, and fortune no longer held any meaning to him.
Therefore, he went into seclusion. It could also be said that he went into closed-door cultivation.
All the affairs of the Still water sword school were handed over to his son, the new Sword God of West Wind Mu Yubai.
But what he didn't expect was that his son, who was the benchmark of sword skills and the signboard of Still water, was defeated, and it was an unknown child. The thousand-year foundation of the Still water sword school was about to be destroyed — —
Old Immortal was overjoyed. After living alone in the cave for so many years, he could finally come out to bathe in the morning sun, breathe in the good air, and appreciate the flowers and the beautiful faces of the beautiful female disciples.
But he couldn't come out for nothing, he had to do something.
Then let his disciples and grand disciples send a letter of challenge to Li Muyang, and appreciate the superb martial skills of the newly emerged young hero of Tiandu.
Of course, in terms of strength and seniority, what he did was a bit like the strong bullying the weak.
He also felt that it was not right, and would attract criticism from the world.
But it didn't matter, when he killed that boy, the world would soon forget this person, forget this matter, and the Still water sword school would still be the Still water sword school that had stood for thousands of years, and he would still be the Old Immortal in people's hearts — —
No one would remember a loser, and no one would cherish the memory of a dead person forever.
However, this kind of thing in Lu Xingkong's eyes was somewhat shocking, and somewhat furious.
He instantly understood the evil intentions of the 'Old Immortal'. But no matter how good you are, no matter how many legends you have, no matter what kind of hero you will grow into in the future, as long as you are killed now, you will be annihilated with the wind, and instantly become nothing.
This was the so-called killing heroes, cutting off miracles.
But he did not expect that the old thing would use such a plan on the Lu Family, and on Lu Xingkong's head.
Lu Xingkong's eyes were as sharp as a blade, coldly staring at Elder Chengfeng Li Chengfeng. "You mean — — you are here to send a letter of challenge on behalf of Old Immortal? The one you are challenging is a little kid? "
Elder Chengfeng was not as old as Old Immortal, and naturally was not as thick-skinned as Old Immortal.
When Lu Xingkong questioned him like this, a flash of shame flashed across his eyes, and soon he restored his calmness.
He had long known that he would provoke such a question, but he was already prepared for it. "Literature is second, martial arts is second. How can you judge strength by age? If that's the case, then there are countless people in the world who are older than Lord Lu, don't tell me everyone is stronger than Lord Lu? I don't think so? "
"Besides, that Li Muyang is not a little kid, but a real young genius. Before entering the cultivation realm he was able to kill the Cui family's Zhao Yun, and then was accepted by Starry Sky, and when he returned to Tiandu he defeated our Still water school master — — Even our West Wind Sword God suffered a great loss in his hands, such a strong young man is most likely hard to find in the divine continent? Our Old Immortal is delighted to see him, and wants to promote the younger generation and cultivate more talents for Tiandu. He wants to see if this youngster has any redeeming qualities. If he can give him some advice, it would be a good story. Does Lord Lu think so? "
Lu Xingkong sneered, "The child of our Lu Family, whether he succeeds or fails, that is the matter of our Lu Family. What does it have to do with your Still water sword school? "
"Besides, are you really here for the purpose of cultivating talents and promoting the younger generation? Most likely because the last time your Master Mu Yubai failed in a sneak attack, you set up an inescapable net and gathered all the elites of Still water, but in the end you were defeated by a spoon dancing youngster. Your reputation has hit rock bottom and your face is ugly, so you brought out your Old Immortal? This kind of shameless thing, only your Still water sword school can do it. I don't understand, the illustrious reputation of your Still water sword school, thousands of years of foundation came from this? "
"Lord Lu, please be careful with your words — —"
"Careful?" Lu Xingkong interrupted Elder Chengfeng's words, looking at him with a sarcastic look. "You can do such a shameless thing, but you want me to be careful with my words? Look around, look at the whole city, do you know how many people are laughing at you behind closed doors? An old bastard who has not appeared in the world for several years, because his son was injured by the person he wanted to kill when he was trying to kill someone on the street, that old bastard shamelessly issued a challenge to the child — — "
Lu Xingkong proudly swept his eyes over the hundreds of white robed swordsmen standing on both sides of the Lu mansion, asking in a loud voice: "This is the Still water sword school that the people of Tiandu rely on to protect? This is the Still water sword school that the world calls loyal and brave? This is the Still water sword school that countless youngsters of Tiandu want to join? People have bones, swords have spirit. Are you worthy of the proud and unyielding bones? Are you worthy of the spiritual qi of the sword in your hand? Or, you don't have that bone in your body, and the sword in your hand does not have any spiritual qi. "
Lu Xingkong spat at his feet without caring about his image, then laughed wildly and said, "Bullsh * t swordsman! You want to be respected by the world with your actions? You're just a bunch of killers who can't even be seen in public! You're nothing but a bunch of lowly killers! Ever since the Master of the Still water sword school Mu Yubai and the mad guest Baili Changhe launched a sneak attack on the street, your Still water sword school has been reduced to an assassin guild — — oh, it's an extremely lowly assassin guild. You took the money but messed up the job. "
"Lu Xingkong, how dare you — —"
"Don't be presumptuous — —"
"Today I must kill — —"
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Lu Xingkong pointed at their nose and humiliated them, and his words were so unpleasant to hear — — not only was it unpleasant to hear, but it was also damn accurate. This was simply holding a sharp knife to the position of the heart and then ruthlessly stabbing it down.
It was no longer a matter of bleeding or death.
He wanted to kick the Still water sword school into the quagmire, into the 18 levels of hell.
The white robed swordsmen flew into a rage and went crazy like dogs.
They were swearing and swearing, one after another trying to cut Lu Xingkong into pieces.
No, minced meat.
"Look at you, look at you — —" Lu Xingkong pointed to the swearing white robed swordsmen, exasperated that they did not live up to his expectations. "You guys only dare to curse halfway, are you still a man? Do you still have the courage of a man? I, Lu Xingkong, came from the Air Force, I have countless proud soldiers and generals under me. If they say curse your mother, they will absolutely curse your 18 generations of ancestors. If they say curse your family, they will curse all the women in your clan — — "
Lu Xingkong's body suddenly straightened like a spear. His eyes were like an eagle's and his body was like a tiger's. His face was fearless and even provocative as he stared at Elder Chengfeng, Stone Gentleman Shi Tao, and the hundred white-robed swordsmen behind him.
"I scolded you, I insulted you, what are you going to do about it?"
His voice was cold and murderous. "I, Lu Xingkong, am standing here, standing here looking at you. Whoever dares to pull out a sword, I will kill that person. "
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