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The man in black and the other three were in awe when they saw Gu Wuya take out the guqin.

Gu Wuya was able to become brothers with the leader of the Central Plains Martial Arts League, not only because of Wuya Jinghuo.

And exquisite melody.

Rumor has it that the guqin in Gu Wuya's hand was forged with painstaking efforts when the qin sage was dying 1000 years ago.

"Don't worry, I will be careful." The man in black nodded solemnly, and then a black light flashed in his palm, and a long sword as black as ink jumped out of his palm.

"Lanmei sword, why is it in your hand?" The man with the spear saw the appearance of the long sword, his jaw was so shocked that he couldn't close his jaw.

Hearing the exclamation, Gu Wuya turned his head to look, and his pupils suddenly dilated: "It really is the Lanmei Sword. Unexpectedly, the fifth master attaches so much importance to you that he even gave you the Lanmei Sword."

The eyes of the three were full of fire.

There is envy and there is jealousy.

"Ten years ago, Lord Wu gave me the Lanmei Sword. I just didn't take it out to hide my strength."

The man in black robe took off his black robe, revealing a fair face, he looked only about 20 years old.

"Second Young Master?"

This time, the three of them were completely surprised.

stunned.

Gu Wuya almost broke the strings.

No matter what, they would never have thought that the man in black robe who was always beside them was actually Wang Hegao, the second young master of the Wang family.

Although he looks only in his 20s, he is actually in his 50s.

Wang Hegao was also a genius who became famous at a young age, but unfortunately Wang Zelong was so amazing that he overwhelmed the reputation of countless geniuses at that time.

"You don't have to be surprised. Since the battle more than 20 years ago, I have been hiding my name and not showing my face to the world. But now, this black robe will only hinder me."

"And let me tell you, my current cultivation is——"

"Emperor Wu!"

what?
Gu Wuya sat down on the ground in surprise, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the young man who was getting taller and taller in front of him.

The Emperor Wu who is less than a hundred years old is an extremely strong man in any era.

"And the Lanmei sword has been tempered and turned into a real spiritual weapon."

Wang Hegao's words are not astonishing, and he can't stop dying.

A real artifact.

That was the dream of the Foundry Master for countless years.

If one can forge a spiritual weapon by one's own strength, one is definitely a master of the generation.

At that level, even the long-renowned master Yao Shengqi is just a younger brother in front of him.

Once the spiritual weapon is released, who will fight for the front!

The so-called spirit weapon is a psychic weapon.

It can attack on its own without the trigger of the weapon master.

This kind of peerless treasure, on the mountains and rivers of the empire, does not come out once in a hundred years.

"Then Second Young Master, you... alone is enough?"

Gu Wuya faltered, obviously frightened by Wang Hegao's coercion and courage.

"Of course, but I don't want to steal your limelight. After all, I want to hide in that competition, appear as the world's best hero, and come out of the rivers and lakes to justify my name."

"Also rectify the name of the Wang family."

At this time, Wang Hegao was imposing and full of fighting spirit.

And he is determined to win the martial arts championship.

Gu Wuya was amazed and terrified.

But Wang Hegao did have such strength.

"Then I will congratulate the second young master in advance, for becoming the leader of the world and pushing for the leader together."

Gu Wuya flattered silently, and the other two naturally followed suit.

"Haha, it's easy to say, your strength is good, but my cousin has a weird cultivation base, so I can't blame you for being incompetent." Wang Hegao was very satisfied with the performance of Gu Wuya and the others.

At this time, Wang Hegao looked at Wang Yi.

"Do you know, I'm your cousin!"

Wang Yi stood on a high hill with a sword in his hand, looking down at his so-called cousin.

"Cousin? Hmph, that's really funny."

"I don't kill my uncle like you and my cousin of the same clan."

No matter how Wang Yi gritted his teeth to express his hatred, Wang Hegao still looked indifferent.

"Whether you admit it or not, this is a fact. After all, there is a blood relationship between you and me."

"Are you going back with me by yourself, or am I going back with your head?"

Wang Hegao, who took off his black robe, looked even more arrogant and arrogant.

Even in the face of Wang Yi who had just beheaded two people in a row, he did not show a trace of timidity, but was full of pleasure of crushing the strong.

"Cangming's strength is indeed good, but after all, he is only the emperor of martial arts. Before he takes that step, he is still weak after all."

Wang Hegao caressed the eyebrow sword lightly, feeling the uneven pattern on it, his face was full of evil spirits.

Wang Yi grasped this trace of abnormality, and said with a sneer: "If my prediction is correct, you must have used crooked methods to break through the so-called Emperor Wu realm."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Hegao felt as if he had been stripped naked, and suddenly became distraught.

"What did you say?"

In an instant, the edge of the Lanmei sword came out, and everything within a few hundred meters was turned into darkness.

The col that has been flattened long ago is shrouded in thick black fog.

Among them, life and death are all fixed.

This is true even for Gu Wuya and the others.

The dense fog billowed and billowed like waves.

The Lanmei sword was hidden in the thick fog, and then rolled over.

Wang Yi stood on the hill, squinting his eyes slightly, staring at the thick fog, feeling a strong murderous intent.

He unconsciously tightened his grip on Zhenghongjian.

This sword is his only reliance now.

If you can't compete with Wang Hegao, you can only die here.

"I'm not following crooked ways!"

Until now, Wang Hegao was still yelling, defending himself.

But Gu Wuya and others already understood that Wang Hegao only had 300 taels of silver here.

The speed of sound is far behind the speed of dense fog.

Therefore, at this time, the dense fog spread to less than one meter in front of Wang Yi.

But Wang Yi suddenly stared, and his pupils dilated suddenly.

In the dense fog, there is a sense of crisis that stimulates the body like a tiger.

Wang Yi firmly held the Zhenghong sword, his nerves were tense, and he was alert to the danger that appeared at any time in the black mist.

Soon, the dense fog had already touched the tip of Wang Yi's nose.

A strong sense of coldness and stagnation instantly hit my heart.

Even at the moment of first contact, his nerves were paralyzed.

At this moment, a long sword as black as ink appeared in Wang Yi's sight.

However, at this moment, Wang Yi couldn't move at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the eyebrow sword stabbed towards the center of his eyebrows.

At this time, a golden light flashed across Wang Yi's chest.

Hearing the sound of ding, Wang Yi felt relieved, and hastily used body skills to retreat in bursts.

Looking ahead again, the Lanmei sword followed closely like a gangrene attached to the bone.