Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

"Sir, you're awake, have something to eat."

Su Yingmeng helped Wang Qiye lean against a rock, broke the pancake into small pieces, and carefully fed them into Wang Qiye's mouth.

"water,"

After chewing it twice, Wang Qiye couldn't swallow it. His entire chest was still burning with pain. He used his spiritual sense to check and found that four of his bones were broken and stuck in the flesh.

Su Yingmeng quickly brought the water gourd to his mouth and drank it all, which finally relieved the pain.

"I am Mu Xiuhan from Baima Villa, and I have come here specially to learn from you!"

Following the voice, Wang Qiye turned his head and saw a broad-faced man with a fighting spirit, carrying a big knife on his back, wearing a black suit. The whole person stood there, giving people a feeling of being sharp. Although the moon is now dim, even this sky can't hide his sharpness.

This is a master, one can tell at a glance. Wang Qiye supported his body with his hands and tried to stand up.

"Lingxi Valley King Qiye, come over here!"

Su Yingmeng suddenly threw herself into Wang Qiye's arms, pressed him to the ground again, and muttered in a crying voice.

"Sir, just lie down and heal your wounds. Don't go anymore."

Wang Qiye was so angry that he pushed her twice, but couldn't push her away.

"Get out of my way, you slut! I haven't kicked you for a day, and now you're getting ahead of me again."

"Hehehe——Wang Qiye, just lie down quietly. This big fish is not for you."

A dark shadow stood up from the corner, his body was as black as charcoal, and the black light coming out of his eyes was brighter than the darkness of the night.

"Kushan Temple Zhuang Baoxiang, let your horses come over here!"

"Monk, he's mine!"

Wang Qiye became anxious and shook Su Yingmeng hard in his arms.

"You slut, you'd better kill me now, or else you'll see how the Master will deal with you after he heals your wounds!"

"Sir, even if you cut me into pieces, I will not let you go."

"you--"

Looking at the two people who had already walked away, Wang Qiye, who couldn't even push a woman away, could only glare at her fiercely with his glasses. He began to practice the skills to heal his wounds.

Su Yingmeng then blushed and moved away from Wang Qiye, tidied her clothes, and looked around with some worry. Many demon monks gathered around. Fortunately, Fang Qingtian was still there, otherwise they would have rushed over.

Mu Xiuhan stopped on a big rock and did not move. He turned his head and looked at the coking coal monk from Kushan Temple.

"My name is Mu Xiuhan. I have been practicing swordplay since I was three years old. I have practiced swordplay 20 times and have never met an opponent. This "Kaishan" is made of fine iron and weighs 226 pounds. Please give it your all!"

Zhuang Baoxiang stood still in an open space, and the black light shining through him shone on Mu Xiuhan, making the black around him even darker.

"My name is Zhuang Baoxiang. I have been practicing martial arts since I was five years old. I practice boxing during the day and in my dreams. I have practiced boxing for 15 years now and my boxing is invincible. My master once said that my fists cannot be released easily. When I need to release them, I will naturally know. I think now is that time. I think you can hold out a little longer under my fists."

Mu Xiuhan's face was solemn as he slowly drew out the sword. In the darkness, the entire sword could not even reflect a single ray of light. But anyone who saw it would be shocked, as if its sharpness was beyond human power to resist.

"The Selfless Buddha, Amitabha, liberation!!!"

Zhuang Baoxiang sat cross-legged, muttering something, and a rhythm gradually appeared around him. Wind suddenly appeared around him, blowing him off the ground, and he rose to a height of three feet in the air before stopping.

A white figure, as if summoned from time and space, merged with the charred monk, as if the whole person was covered with a layer of spiritual armor. When he stood up again, it felt like he was facing two Zhuang Baoxiang.

Mu Xiuhan was sweating profusely. Just being stared at made him tremble with fear. This was something he had never experienced since his debut. Cold sweat flowed down his neck and wet his back. For a moment, Mu Xiuhan wanted to abandon Kaishan and run away, but in the end, a belief supported him and dispelled his timidity.

That was the sweat shed from countless days and nights of sword training. That was the wounds licked from countless battles with the enemy. And that was countless times of fighting side by side with "Kaishan".

"what--"

Mu Xiu Han yelled and raised his knife to chop first. He was afraid that if the other party moved first, he would be so scared that his legs would go weak and he would fall to the ground.

"One Cut to Cut the Mountain"

A white chain emerged from the blade. "Kai Shan" was as reliable as ever, which calmed Mu Xiu Han's heart. When Mu Xiu Han raised his head again to face the ghost that looked like a human but not a human, like a demon but not a demon, he was no longer timid, and his eyes were full of sword intent.

A pair of fists with white light in the black light met the silk. Zhuang Baoxiang's eyes were already dominated by the will to fight.

Although the fist was small, it prevented the white chain from moving forward an inch. When another pair of black fists hit it, the chain broke into several sections and rushed around in a disorderly manner.

Neither of them moved, just staring at each other across the raging storm, neither of them backing down.

"what--"

Without waiting for the turbulence to subside, the two men moved at the same time and rushed towards each other.

The flashes of swords and the shadows of fists intertwined, and bursts of astonishing loud noises were heard.

Fang Qingtian, who had some plans at first, was completely disappointed. After watching the fight between these two top masters, he realized that the charcoal monk usually only used 80% of his skills. Only now did he fight happily.

Then he felt fortunate that he was now on the side of this ferocious demon, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

These past few days, I wished that these two evil guys would die quickly. I followed them around and fished in troubled waters, but I got a lot of benefits. Sometimes there was only one, sometimes there were 8. The most important thing was that I led the strong ones to these two, and I only picked the weak ones. After seeing the bottom line of this cheap master today, my confidence increased greatly, and it seems that I can be more flexible in the future.

Mu Xiu Han used his "Splitting the Mountain" move to chop down with all his might. In the dark night, a dazzling white light flashed across. It was clearly a black knife, but the blade emitted a white aura.

Zhuang Baoxiang's hands glowed brightly, and his whole body shook like a black fish, all his strength concentrated in his right fist. He took a big step forward with his left foot, and his right fist followed him, crashing straight into "Kaishan".

"Boom-"

The two of them took three steps back together. Before Mu Xiu Han could stand firm, a spinning black top came crashing towards him again. Mu Xiu Han could only take a deep breath, put his hands behind his back to "open the mountain", took a horse stance, and slashed out with a knife.

"what--"

"Boom-"

The two of them fought again, and both were feeling bad now.

Mu Xiuhan's blood circulation was temporarily blocked and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He raised his left hand and wiped it with his sleeve.

The moonlight shone coldly on the entire Habara, but countless pairs of eyes stared at the two people in the field without even daring to blink, for fear of missing out on this exciting duel.

Zhao Biao's head and back were already wet with cold sweat. He put himself in their shoes. He had been in the industry of suppressing masters for more than 60 years and had fought countless battles, big and small, and had seen all kinds of storms. Yet, he found that he could not withstand any of the moves of the two men at the foot of the hill.

The big boss was sweating profusely, his eyes wide open, he couldn't believe that this was a battle between Foundation Establishment cultivators. He was also in the Foundation Establishment stage, but compared with the two people ten miles away, one was in the sky, the other was in the ground. I was afraid that if he could take a move from the two of them, it would be enough for him to brag about it for the rest of his life in Black Wind Mountain.

"happy."

Zhuang Baoxiang screamed, his robes were torn in many places, but there was no blood. Looking at Mu Xiuhan on the opposite side, the light on "Kaishan" was bright, knowing that he was going to fight with a big move again. He did not dare to be careless, and gathered his spiritual power on his right fist, ready to fight hard.

"Three Cutting Swords"

"Pisces in the Sea of ​​Bitterness"

"Boom-"

Two figures were thrown out from the center of the fight like cannonballs.

Zhuang Baoxiang plowed a mark on the ground with his feet, and just as he stood still, he rushed into the smoke-filled battlefield, from which came the sounds of fierce fists, kicks, and swords.

Yu Jinyan also widened her eyes and looked at Zhuang Baoxiang who was shaking the sword with his fist on the battlefield. Like a madman, he punched one after another, forcing Mu Xiuhan back eight steps. Then he punched again on the "Mountain Opening", knocking Mu Xiuhan into a distant stone and making him feel cold.

If Zhuang Baoxiang had shown such skills in the morning, how many moves would his senior brother be able to make?

Wang Qiye turned a deaf ear to everything around him and had already mobilized his spiritual consciousness to restore his broken vertebra. With the operation of the Green Bamboo Magical Art, the broken ends had been connected together, and within a day, it was back to the original state.

After a long while, Mu Xiuhan finally climbed out of the big rock. He was in tattered clothes, and even the jade crown that was originally tied on his hair was gone, and it was all scattered on his head. His back was stained with blood, but Mu Xiuhan didn't care, and looked at his big knife "Kaishan" with deep affection.

"Monk, you are very strong. I admit that I am not as good as you, but I can't just leave like this.

"I sacrifice my life and my sword"

Mu Xiu Han smeared "Kaishan" on his neck, and a stream of scarlet blood dyed the black knife red. His neck seemed to become a fountain, dyeing his entire body a creepy red.

When he picked up the "Kaishan" again, Mu Xiuhan's whole demeanor changed. His aura became much higher, and his originally staggering legs returned to normal. There was a red light in his eyes, and the entire "Kaishan" pointed directly at the monk, like an awakened beast.

"No self, true Buddha, donor, let it go!"

At this time, Zhuang Baoxiang had returned to his original appearance. His whole body was as black as a piece of coke, and he shouted a Buddhist name.

Mu Xiuhan suddenly paused as he was walking forward. The "Kaishan" fell from his hand and stabbed into the ground. The entire blade quickly turned gray, then broke into pieces and scattered all over the ground. Mu Xiuhan's entire body was on fire, and in just three breaths, he was reduced to ashes.

Only Mu Xiuhan's three souls and seven spirits were left. They turned around three times in confusion, and suddenly seemed to have found their home. They flew towards Wang Qiye and entered Dahei's mouth.

Everything about Mu Xiu Han in the world has disappeared.