Chapter 198 At the end of the road, Jin Peng comes south!

Yuezhou.

Pengshan County.

Beiying River.

Wang Tuan stood on the south bank with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless, and his heart a little sad.

In the past, the Taixu Zhongxing Third Patriarch led the Taixu Sword Sect to sweep through the seven states and prospered for four hundred years. Then it continued to decline for three hundred years. By the time of his generation, there was only one county left, and it had declined to the level it had been eight hundred years ago.

Not only that.

This time, the six major sects of the remaining thirteen counties in Yuezhou invited the Taixu Sword Sect to fight, and the outcome would be determined by a battle. If the Taixu Sword Sect lost, even the last Pengshan County would have to give up.

There is no longer any place to stand.

The former overlord has fallen to this level, which makes outsiders sigh, and even makes Wang Tuan and other members of the Taixu Sword Sect extremely sad.

Wang Tuan tried his best to turn the tide, but was unable to do so.

This era is no longer in a situation where the three ancestors of ZTE are invincible.

Strong men emerged one after another.

For example, ‘Gu Tan’, the genius of the Gu family in Huangtian City, Yongzhou, Southeast.

For example, ‘Li Qinghua’, the number one master of Sun Shooting Mountain in Yunzhou, northwest China.

For example, ‘Lu Sheng’, the leader of the Xingyi Gate in Xuzhou, Northeast China.

……

All of them are characters who have reached extremely high levels of virtual realm and divine realm, and are far more powerful than Wang Shan and other three ancestors of Zhongxing in that era.

Don't mention them.

Even Wang Tuan's cultivation has already reached the third level of Kongming and Ming. In terms of cultivation, he is also above the three ancestors of Zhongxing in the past.

"In the past, some elders in the sect once speculated that the third ancestor was not dead, but was frozen in a secret method and slept. If the Taixu Sword Sect is in disaster, he can wake up at any time."

"It's just that something happened in the middle. Not only was the secret method lost, but the place where the third ancestor slept is also unknown."

Wang Tuan secretly thought it was a pity.

It's a pity that the third ancestor of ZTE cannot be awakened.

In fact.

In the current situation, even if the third ancestor is born, I am afraid there will be nothing we can do.

He regrets that the secret method that can freeze the strong men in the sect has not been passed down, otherwise the Taixu Sword Sect's virtual realm and god realm masters in the past generations will be frozen. When everyone wakes up at this time, Taixu Sword Sect will definitely be able to stabilize Pengshan County, and even take over the entire Yuezhou again.

"What a pity."

Wang Tuan sighed in his heart.

……

Beiying River.

Experts from both sides of the Taiwan Strait gathered.

On the south bank, Wang Tuan, the contemporary ancestor of the Taixu Sword Sect, ‘Xiao Xifeng’, led thirty-four masters of the virtual realm and the divine realm in the sect, standing quietly.

The North Shore is divided into six camps.

There are flags raised high and fluttering in the wind, they are——

Jin Yanzong.

Wuyun Sect.

Spring Silkworm Gate.

Tianhe faction.

Sun Palace.

Golden Sword Shuramen.

The six major sects and the Taixu Sword Sect carve up Yuezhou together. Among them, the first three sects were among the top sects in Yuezhou and Qizhou eight hundred years ago.

They were broken one by one by Taixu Sword Sect.

Hundreds of years later, it resurrected and rose again.

Things are changing.

This time it was their turn to send the Taixu Sword Sect on their last journey.

In addition to these three sects, Tianhe Sect, Sun God Palace, and Golden Sword Shura Sect are all newly established and newly rising sects. Their momentum and strength are no less than those of the three major sects such as Jin Yan Sect.

……

Time passes.

The sun was blazing.

On the Beiying River.

Boom boom boom!

Bang bang bang!

Wang Tuan, the Taixu Sword Sect’s ‘Xiao Xifeng’, is in a fierce battle with Chongyang, the eldest grandson of the Jinyan Sect’s ‘Mr. Tiebi’.

On the south bank of the Beiying River, masters of the Taixu Sword Sect's Void Realm and Divine Realm were sitting cross-legged on the ground. Most of them looked depressed, and there were even blood stains on the corners of their mouths.

Staggering this way and that, melancholy.

"A skinny camel is bigger than a horse! Although the Taixu Sword Sect has declined, in terms of strength, it is no weaker than any of the six major sects."

"In the face of the war between the six major sects, Taixu Sword Sect can persist for so long. It is the only sect in the seven states of Middle-earth that has unified the seven states twice."

"The six major sects united to deal with the Taixu Sword Sect. This move is too unethical!"

"Moral justice? What moral justice are you talking about? Jin Yan Sect, Wuyun Sect, and Chun Canmen were all destroyed by Taixu Sword Sect. This is a blood feud. Now that they are making a comeback, how can they let Taixu Sword Sect go?"
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"Time is destiny!"

"Back then, the Taixu Sword Sect relied on the prestige of the Third Ancestor of Zhongxing, especially the connections of the 'Seven Star Sword Saint' Wang Shan, to invite dozens of virtual and divine realm masters from the West Sea, and enslaved dozens of virtual realm monsters. , only then did he sweep the seven states and dominate the world. With the death of the Seven-Star Sword Master, the masters of the West Sea have turned around, and the monsters in the Void Realm have also dispersed one by one. Although many masters have emerged from the Taixu Sword Sect, they only lasted for a hundred or two hundred years before falling into decline. "< br>

"Relying on outsiders to unify the seven states has an unstable foundation, and now it is about to suffer a backlash."

……

When people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait saw this scene, some sighed, some sighed, some gloated, and talked a lot.

The Taixu Sword Sect unified the seven states. In the very beginning, when the Taixu Sword Sect was at its peak, all the seven states in Middle-earth were promoting the glory and power of the Taixu Sword Sect.

Therefore, most people in the world think Taixu Sword Sect is amazing.

However, as the Taixu Sword Sect gradually declined, sarcastic and ironic remarks continued to appear in various parts of the seven states. The most popular among them was the ridicule that the Taixu Sword Sect relied on the masters of the West Sea and the monsters of the virtual world to become powerful. In fact, it is completely vulnerable.

Everyone is like this.

Always like to overthrow history and deny authority.

I like to promote some niche views to show off my uniqueness. When this niche view is accepted by the majority of people, some people will sing the opposite and bring the argument back to the beginning.

Back and forth.

Over and over again.

Under such circumstances, the real history becomes confusing and difficult to analyze.

Regarding the rise of the Taixu Sword Sect, seven or eight hundred years later, although it is not really clear yet, it is still very biased in the current world.

But Taixu Sword Sect is now in decline, and the hero is facing the end of his life, so that after masters like Taixu Sword Sect heard about it, they couldn't even refute.

"Drink!"

Wang Tuan also heard some harsh words in his ears. He became angry in his heart. He waved the sword in his hand and spread out his sword energy. Suddenly, a long river of sword energy rolled in, setting off a strong wind. With a bang, the eldest son Chongyang was blown away. Go out and fall outside Beiying River.

"Hmph!"

Changsun Chongyang snorted coldly, put away the stylus in his hand, and stopped doing anything.

"Brother Wang, good work!"

"Yan Mou is here to learn from me!"

Changsun Chongyang retreated. Before Wang Tuan could rest for a moment, another person was rushed forward by the north bank and fell in the middle of the river.

"Chun Canmen's 'Phantom Gun' Yan Sidao!"

"This man's strength is still higher than that of Changsun Chongyang. Wang Tuan just had a big battle, I'm afraid he's in danger!"

Someone recognized this new guy.

The masters of the virtual realm and the divine realm from the Taixu Sword Sect on the north bank also recognized it. Some people were worried. Among them, Sun Zhenshan, the other two Kongming strongmen of the Taixu Sword Sect, stood up. , said loudly: "The banquet is like Tao, Sun will come to meet you!"

As he spoke, he jumped onto the field.

"Master Sun, rest a little, leave the banquet to me!"

Wang Tuan turned his head and glanced, seeing that Sun Zhenshan's face was a little flushed, and he knew that the injury he suffered from the fight with Meng Qi, the 'Tota Hand' of the Sun Palace, had not yet healed.

If he had another fight with Yan Sidao at this time, he would probably lose his life.

So without waiting for Sun Zhenshan to come on stage, he waved his long sword directly, the sword flashed, and he and Yan Sidao were fighting together.

One of the two is a master of swordsmanship. He practices the "Sword Diagram" created by Wang Shanzu, one of the three ancestors of Zhongxing, and has superb swordsmanship. One is a master of marksmanship. He has mastered the top twelve marksmanship skills of Chuncanmen. He has already become a strong person on the third level of Kongming and Ming Dynasties. In terms of strength, he is directly on par with Wang Tuan.

This was just after Wang Tuan had had a good time, and he had been recharging his energy for a long time.

One goes down and the other goes up.

For a time, the two of them were fighting evenly.

However, as time passed, Wang Tuan finally gained the upper hand. When the sun set on the west mountain, with sword energy flowing freely, Yan Sidao was also forced out of Beiying River and returned defeated.

"Good swordsmanship!"

"Zhang came here to learn from me!"

As soon as Wang Tuan returned from the banquet, another person flew up before Wang Tuan had rested.

"Zhang Jian of the Golden Sword Shura Sect's Night Shura!"

This is Zhang Jian, the founder of the Golden Sword Shura Sect, known as ‘Ye Shura’. His swordsmanship is superb, and he is vaguely known as the strongest man in Yuezhou.

His strength and reputation are even greater than that of 'Xiao Xifeng' Wang Tuan.

In the two consecutive battles with the two powerful Kong Ming warriors, Wang Tuan's physical exertion was still second to none. The key was that he consumed a huge amount of energy.

This situation is not optimistic for Zhang Jian.

But behind him was Pengshan County. Sun Zhenshan was not as strong as him and was injured. He was not allowed to retreat at this time.

"Come!"

"Fight!"

Wang Tuan shouted, cheered up, and challenged again.

……

Bang!

On the Beiying River, a burst of sword light set off a black curtain, just like the fall of night. Bursts of sword light flashed among them, sometimes being scattered and sometimes being knocked away.

Makes a pinging sound.

When the night receded, two figures were seen in the field. Zhang Jian chased Wang Tuan with a knife and attacked fiercely. Wang Tuan was tired of coping, and his face turned pale and flushed at times. In the end, he couldn't help opening his mouth to vomit blood.

The breath quickly faded.

But he is still holding on.

After a while of fighting, they retreated steadily.

Wang Tuan was tired after all, and since Zhang Jian was stronger than him, he was immediately at a disadvantage in this fight, and it was difficult to recover.

The sword light is like water.

The sword is as bright as night.

The two fell from dusk and fought until the moon hung high.

Under the moonlight, Wang Tuan's clothes were stained with blood. He was miserable and could only barely hold on.

Compare with that.

Zhang Jian's sword skills are relaxed and freehand. The sword struck one after another, completely dragging Wang Tuan into his own rhythm. He was gradually driven to a dead end by repeated attacks and eliminations.

Time passes.

The moon is at the zenith.

Zhang Jian's pupils shrank slightly, and he smiled in his heart: "It's over!"

At this time, the knife fell from the hand——

With a bang, Wang Tuan was knocked away and at the same time, he stepped forward. The blade pointed at Wang Tuan's head.

"Not good!"

"Careful!"

"Zhang Jian stop!"

There were bursts of exclamations from the Taixu Sword Sect formation on the south bank, and a figure suddenly jumped out and headed straight for the Beiying River.

It was Sun Zhenshan.

"Quick!"

"Faster!"

"Quick, quick, quick!"

However, his injury has not yet healed, and even if he was not injured, how could his flight speed compare to Zhang Jian's speed with his sword?

Sun Zhenshan is still far away.

Zhang Jian's knife was about to fall on Wang Tuan's neck.

"It's over!"

Everyone in the four directions who could clearly see Zhang Jian's movements had this thought.

The North Shore cheered.

Nan An exclaimed and lost his voice.

A smile appeared on Zhang Jian's lips, while Wang Tuan's face turned pale and despairing.

And at this moment——

call out!

A ray of sword light came through the air, and with a clang, the long knife in Zhang Jian's hand was knocked away, and Zhang Jian's whole body was thrown out, and he was thrown into the Beiying River uncontrollably.

"This——"

A sudden change shocked everyone.

"Bang!"

Zhang Jian emerged from the water, shook his body, and shook off all the water stains on his body. A face was green and red, looking up to the south.

"唳~"

But there was a sharp cry and a golden light rushing from the sky in the south.

Suddenly came into view.

Astonishingly, a large roc fluttered its wings and flew towards it, with three people standing on its back. Their figures and faces could not be seen clearly. But the aura of Dapeng was unobstructed and unobstructed, and everyone could see it clearly.

Zhang Jian's expression changed when he saw it: "Golden Roc Bird?!"

...(End of this chapter)