Chapter 1170

Stick in China!

There are three very famous martial arts organizations. The second one is Donghai Kendo League headed by park Zhixuan.

Piao Zhixuan was the leader of the alliance and was the only one.

Countless Bangzi warriors are proud to join Donghai Kendo League.

After all, this is a big organization ranking second only to hanjianmeng.

There are nearly ten thousand disciples of Donghai Kendo League. There are people in all levels of strength. However, you must be a warrior to join the organization. You don't accept ordinary people.

He practices martial arts on weekdays.

The people of Bangzi advocate Kendo, and more people practice it. Sword is the most common weapon, and it is also the most difficult one to practice.

Park Zhixuan is one of the representatives of practicing sword.

Countless people below are waving their swords and concentrating on practicing them.

It's cloudy tonight. I can't see the moonlight and the dark clouds are floating. It's always depressing.

All of a sudden, a powerful voice was heard in the sky, just like through the sound, and it entered everyone's ears.

Look up, suddenly in an uproar.

The five figures above are standing in the void. The sky is gloomy. You can't see the shape of the figures clearly. You can only see the shape of a pair of four.

Some people can understand Xu Zhendong.

Immediately there was a commotion. Everyone was on guard, and the long sword in his hand flashed cold light.

"Xu Tianjun, do you have to do this?" Park Zhixuan looked at the crowd below, as if he couldn't bear it, and said.

"If I don't take revenge on those who killed my disciples, how can I become their patriarch and make them trust me?" Xu Zhendong's voice is vast, said: "you don't want to hurt your disciples, you can take me to Jin Xiuzhi's clan."

"Xu Tianjun, you think too much. You will die here tonight!"

Jin Xuduan immediately opened his mouth and said, looking at Park Zhixuan, he said: "absolutely can't let him leave, there is also a warrior of our Bangzi country."

"You talk a lot. Is it interesting to be hypocritical here?" Changgu MuQing rolled his eyes, looked at the three earth immortals of Bangzi Kingdom, and said: "since the cultivation, you have become a earth immortal with a clear mind and few desires, and you have cut off the relationship between the earth and the earth, and the low-level martial arts have become your fetters? I don't care about it any more. I'm still wearing it. Is it interesting? "

Park Zhixuan breathed out a heavy breath and said helplessly: "Alas, although we cut off the dust, these warriors are not our obstacles, but the warriors of our Bangzi country are almost in our organizations, and the cultivation of them is relatively slow. I just think about the country."

"Martial arts have no national boundaries. You can follow your heart. If you die, you should cultivate a group." Jin Xuduan's face doesn't matter. He doesn't even look at the warriors below.

When they reach this level of cultivation, they are already carefree. What does the life and death of others have to do with them.

Park's hesitation is not about the lives of these warriors, but about the reduction of the number of warriors in the country. It will be very troublesome to cultivate them at that time.

The practitioners of martial arts, like them, basically cut off their love, have no desire or relatives, and their own interests are great.

But generally, they will take the country as a unit to safeguard the dignity of the country and the dignity of the national military and Taoist circles.

"Then kill it!" Park Zhixuan finally made up his mind to "spend another hundred years to cultivate a group of stronger talents. This time, we have to find those with excellent qualifications to recruit new talents. We can't accept all of them, only cultivate high-quality products."

The fighters on this side are the same as those in the organization where Jin Xiuzhi was killed.

Moreover, many of the fighters are not very qualified this time. If they stay in the organization, they will consume resources all the time, so they can simply take advantage of this opportunity to clean up.

The next batch, as long as the quality of training.

"Your face is changing fast enough!" Xu Zhendong was a little surprised. He was a little moved to protect his disciples.

The hypocrisy was exposed and the ugly face appeared immediately.

"Don't talk nonsense, you are not. People who practice Taoism must cut off the dust, so that they can reach a higher level with a free mind. "

Park Zhi Xuan a cold hum, disdain of say.

"Don't talk to him so much, kill him!"

Ishihara's figure moved and came to another direction of Xu Zhendong.

Other figures are also moving.

Four people, four corners, surrounded Xu Zhendong in the middle, the momentum suddenly exploded, as if turned into four invincible walls.

The four are magnificent and powerful. Countless warriors below have begun to howl and run away. However, some people bow down because they see the earth immortal of Bangzi country.

They don't know that these so-called immortals don't care about their life or death.

The sword is shining, everyone's momentum is magnificent, this piece of world is almost to be so powerful momentum.

Trapped in the middle, Xu Zhendong holds the sword of the startling salamander with its tip down. He has recited the pithy formula in his heart, and his body is running crazy.

The eight sides of the four sides of the grass are floating in the air.

More and more, more and more.

"Liansheng nine swords!"

The crackling sound continued to condense under the feet. The milky white and cyan sword awns blended with each other. Nine sharp swords appeared at the speed visible to the naked eye.

The long sword is becoming sharper and sharper. The blade of the sword is so sharp that it is green and white.

The handles of the nine long swords gather at Xu Zhendong's feet. The long sword looks like a lotus. A blooming lotus has nine leaves, and each leaf turns into a sword. The sword is extremely sharp. The green and white interlace with each other, and the fierce sword is buzzing.

These nine swords made the four immortals look dignified, their brows locked, and they were not vague at all.

This kind of feeling is definitely not just in the forest. It's just the strength Xu Tianjun showed. It's definitely much stronger than that.

"The last sword!"

Park Zhixuan seemed to think of something, and his face was more worried and cautious.

"What's the last shot?"

Jin Xuduan looks at it suspiciously and asks.

"Do you remember when we saw Xu Tianjun fighting with Li Cainan, at that time, although Xu Tianjun had the upper hand, he was always defeated. At last, he used a sword to defeat Li Cainan."

Park Zhixuan said very carefully.

The sword made him feel extremely dangerous. If he didn't have to, he would rather never touch it.

Now it's not that sword reappeared, but it gives him the same feeling.

"What's the last sword? When did the earth immortal of Bangzi become so timid?"

Ishihara can't listen to it. It's obvious that he is trying to build up other people's ambition and destroy his own prestige.

"You haven't met, I don't know." Jin Xuduan was also palpitating. At that time, he was also present and said, "I still remember that kind of fear."

"You're as timid as a mouse, kill me!"

Ishihara rises with a sword. His momentum has been brewing. This sword contains great strength. It's not surprising that it can open the sky, break gold and cut mountains.

He was the first to cut it.

The sharp sword is very bright, but it gives people the feeling of cold.

Xu Zhendong's eyes are full of murderous spirit, and his sword moves to his feet with a pestle.

"Sword out!"

Just two words, like the bell of an ancient temple, rush into all the minds and hum.

The sword of the startling salamander stabs the hilts of two long swords. The two long swords break away from each other, and the sword is hung upside down like red, spreading out the dark world.

The void was almost cut open, and the Qi of the sword ran across three thousand li.