Sign In From the Handyman For Ninety-eight Years

It seems that after three years, I still have to go to the martial arts conference in Shaolin Temple...

With the sound of the system falling, Su Yu suddenly secretly looked forward to it.

If he thought that the martial arts conference would definitely get good things before, it was just his own wishful thinking and self-comfort, but now with the sound of the system, it confirmed his thoughts.

Super reward?

Really looking forward to it!

The days went by day by day, and in the blink of an eye, nearly a month passed quietly. During this time, the position of Liuxuanmen in the arena and martial arts was steadily rising.

The main reason is naturally because of the nameless Sword Saint who appeared in Liuxuanmen in recent days.

Of all this, the happiest are naturally the head of the Six Profound Sect and many elders.

In the early morning of this day, in the Six Xuan Great Hall,

Elder Wang Mu Wang stroked his long beard and laughed loudly: "Senior brother, my Liuxuanmen has recently recruited many times more disciples than before, and there are even some second- and third-rate martial arts outside Wujun County. The family has also sent family children!"

"Not bad, hahaha!"

"Great!"

"A few days ago, my Liuxuanmen also received an invitation to the martial arts competition from Shaolin monks. My Liuxuanmen is finally going to rise, hahaha!"

The head of Liuxuanmen, Wang Chujue, was sitting in the hall with several elders. Hearing these words, each of them had a gratified smile on their faces, and nodded incessantly.

As the contemporary head of Liuxuanmen, Wang Chujue is naturally the happiest in his heart. He listened to the laughter of the surrounding elders with a smile, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the handyman disciple's back cliff. go.

He has a few kilograms and a few taels himself, and he knows it.

Today, Liuxuanmen can be today, and it can be sent by those eminent monks of Shaolin Temple to invite invitations to the martial arts conference in person, all because of that mysterious senior swordsman!

……

During the days when Liuxuanmen was prospering, the martial arts world outside the state of Zhao was also swept away by the storm of "the mysterious sword cultivator of Liuxuanmen who was born in the sky".

during this time.

A mysterious swordsman appeared in Liuxuanmen, and the fact that a sword qi killed the Gorefiend Saint was not only rumored in the territory of Zhao Kingdom, but even those who fought frequently with Zhao Kingdom in recent years. The country also heard the same.

The Gorefiend Sect, as the state religion of the country, has won the trust of the royal family of the country. The four holy messengers under its sect are not only extremely powerful and terrifying beings, but their status in the country is even higher than those of those in the country. Above the ordinary children of the royal family.

It can be said that he is a powerful man!

Such a great man suddenly died!

He was actually still in a small sect within the territory of Zhao State!

This is really unbelievable. When the news spread to the martial arts world of Koboko, countless sects and warriors of Koboko couldn't believe it at all!

At this moment, it was almost dusk, on the vast Laga wasteland, gusts of wind whistled continuously. The wind was mixed with small grains of yellow sand. The corpses on the ground were scattered all over the place, almost air-dried...

The breath of death and desolation permeates everywhere. This is the border between the Zhao Kingdom and the Kapogguo Kingdom, and it is also the place where the two countries fight on a daily basis.

The gust of wind whistled the yellow sand, and a figure wearing a black robe appeared here. When they came to this battlefield, each one of them took out round, palm-sized transparent crystals from their sleeves. ball.

Immediately afterwards, they raised the transparent crystal ball in their hands above their heads, and between the opening and closing of their mouths, strange and inexplicable spells murmured.

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo off together..."

Along with the sound of these strange spells, even more bizarre things happened!

I saw that strands of black and red air rose up from the corpses of the soldiers with incomplete bodies on the ground, and then they went into the transparent crystal **** in the hands of these black-robed men.

In less than a moment, those dead corpses shrunk in a large circle again, and they were almost like foam. When the wind blew, they were blown away like sand...

At the same time, the transparent crystal **** that were held high by the black-robed people also changed their colors at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming black-red weird balls!

An evil and strange aura emanated from the sphere, which was terrifying.

When the crystal ball in their hands completely changed color, the dozen or so men in black robes stopped. They took the ball, quickly disappeared into the wilderness, and walked towards the territory of the country.

……

There is an extremely remote mountain forest in the territory of the country.

Here all day long, the fog filled the woods, it was dark and dark, and it was dead and lifeless.

Deep in the mountains and forests, there are huge palaces. There is a huge pitch-black stone tablet next to the road outside the palace. It is engraved with three blood-red, cold and infiltrating characters: Gorefiend!

Inside an incomparably wide hall of the Gorefiend Sect, in the center of the hall is a dark red blood pool.

The wisps of blood demonic energy visible to the naked eye rose from the blood pool, making the already dark hall appear even more eerie and terrifying.

The strong **** smell is extremely pungent, but at this moment, the three black-robed messengers standing in front of the blood pool seem to be enjoying this smell, taking a few deep breaths one by one, showing expressions of enjoyment.

These three black-robed men are none other than the three of the Four Great Saints of the Gorefiend Sect!

At this moment, a figure suddenly burst out from the blood pool. The figure was extremely fast, and the moment it appeared, it came to a blood-colored jade chair placed in the center of the hall.

However, he saw a young man wearing a blood-red robe with disheveled hair and blood-colored lines on his face, and even his eyes were full of strange blood.

At the moment when this figure appeared, the three messengers in black robes immediately kneeled to the ground respectfully, and shouted in unison, "We will see the sect master!"

"What are you doing with this Sect Master?" The Blood Demon Sect Sect Master asked in a erratic voice ~www.readwn.com~.

The voice fell, and the Gorefiend Sect saint in the middle did not dare to delay for a moment, and quickly replied: "Reporting to the Sect Master, Xue Duan died in a small sect called Liuxuanmen in the territory of Zhao State, and it is said that he was secluded. Killed by a mysterious and nameless Sword Saint in Liuxuanmen!"

"Slaying with one sword?!"

The Sect Master of the Gorefiend Sect suddenly shrank his pupils when he heard the words, as if he was a little surprised. After a moment of silence, he asked again, "Can the identity of the mysterious Sword Saint be found out?"

A black-robed holy messenger on the left said: "Reporting to the sect master, my subordinates have been inquiring from various sources, but there is no news. There was an invincible half-holy sword cultivator living in seclusion in the Six Profound Sect, but according to the latest information, this person has been dead for many years... …”

At the end of his speech, he hesitated for a moment, then said tentatively, "Sect Master, should we destroy the Six Profound Sect..."

The Sect Master of the Gorefiend Sect was silent for a while after hearing the words, shook his head slightly, raised his eyes to look outside the hall, and said solemnly: "Calculate the time, there are only three years left until the Central Plains Martial Arts Conference. The Six Profound Sword Saint, I will kill him after this monarch's magic power is complete, an invincible and semi-sacred fresh flesh and blood, I think it is incomparably delicious, hehehe..."

At the end of the sentence, the Sect Master of the Gorefiend Sect licked his tongue excitedly as if he had seen some delicious food, and bursts of eerie and eerie laughter echoed in the wide and dark hall...

And the three black-robed holy messengers of the Gorefiend Sect couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if they were afraid of being eaten...

PS: Thank you 4633 Mo Hao, ah, such a pitiful reward and support, thank you for your recommendation ticket support, I want to thank you a lot...