Time passes, and in a blink of an eye, a week slips away quietly.

During this week, Lan Feng has been practicing under Feng Yan's guidance, and he has various practice projects every day. Feng Yan's requirements for him are particularly strict, even with Lan Feng's endurance and physical strength, he is exhausted.

As time goes by, there is only less than half a month left before the decisive battle between Lan Feng and Wu Qianjue West Lake.

In the past half a month, the news that the white-haired master Lan Feng and Wu Qianjue fought against West Lake caused a stir in the entire Chinese martial arts world.

No one expected that Wu Qianjue would invite the white-haired master Lan Feng to fight in West Lake.

However, as the news of Wu Canghuang being killed by Lan Feng spread, everyone was relieved. No matter what, Wu Canghuang was Wu Qianjue's father.

Wu Qianjue did not kill Lan Feng directly, but asked him to fight to the West Lake. This was undoubtedly an honor for the white-haired master Lan Feng, and it also demonstrated his grand aura as a martial god.

However, the revenge of killing his father is irreconcilable. Everyone knows that this decisive battle in West Lake will be unprecedentedly fierce, and the white-haired master Lan Feng is at risk of his death. After all, as a martial god, Wu Qianjue's strength is too terrifying and powerful.

Even if Lan Feng's actions were spread, his momentum could not exceed Wu Qianjue, who was the God of Martial Arts.

Of course, the news of Wu Qianjue's decisive battle with the white-haired master Lan Feng's West Lake not only caused a sensation in the martial arts world, but also caused great sensation and attention in the world. There have been a large number of foreign powerhouses secretly set off for China to watch this peak battle.

At the same time, many experts from governments around the world are ready to move at this moment. After all, this is an excellent opportunity to eliminate the Hongmen Martial God and the Huaxia Dragon Thorn.

Sun Kingdom, shadows fall to the top of the sky!

The climate here is cold and covered with ice and snow all year round, full of wilderness. It is also a well-known forbidden area in Japan, and few people dare to enter easily.

Below the waterfall that was flowing down, an old and thin figure sat cross-legged towards the torrent of the waterfall that flowed down, his eyes closed, as if he was meditating, allowing the water from the waterfall to fall on his old body to make a dull sound, but his body was as motionless as a mountain, like an old monk entering meditation.

A unique long sword was placed beside him, and a ghost head with a fang-shaped claw was drawn on the sword sheath of the long sword. Before the sword was unsheathed, a sense of hostility spread quietly. It can be seen that the extraordinary sword is one of the three holy swords of the Japanese Kingdom, Ghost Evil!

The Holy Sword Ghost Evil is the sword of the contemporary sword saint of Japan. This shows the true identity of the old man in front of him - the sword saint Guizong, who is known as the first sword in the previous generation of Japan!

Since Wu Qianjue swept the Japanese Kingdom decades ago and the swordsman Guizong was defeated by him, in order to pursue a higher level of swordsmanship and to avenge Wu Qianjue, he has been practicing in seclusion at the top of Shadow Loutian for many years. He rarely pays attention to external affairs, and many things are represented by the guys from the Japanese Kingdom Shrine.

As for the contemporary Japanese swordsman, he was also in seclusion and never appeared.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the retreating sword saint Guizong opened his eyes at this moment, and the terrifying sword energy spread out from his body, cutting off the waterfall that had fallen around him, causing a short gap to appear in its flow.

"Swish!"

The sword saint Guizong suddenly grabbed the Holy Sword Ghost Evil beside him, exerted force with his feet, and jumped like a thousand birds to appear in the lake under the waterfall, standing in the air.

Looking at the waterfall with a magnificent momentum, like a beast falling from a vast wilderness, the sword saint Guizong's eyes flashed with a strong fighting spirit and cold light, and the energy in his body surged. The Holy Sword Ghost Evil in his hand suddenly came out of the sheath at this moment.

"Boom!"

The next moment, a black sword energy with a huge size of twenty feet burst out from the Holy Sword Ghost Evil and shot towards the huge waterfall ahead.

The terrifying sword energy was as powerful as the end of the world, and it was extremely fierce and hit the waterfall hard.

"boom!"

A huge explosion sounded loudly, and the terrifying energy spread across all directions.

The flying stream was cut straight down under the terrifying sword of the Sword Saint Guizong, splitting into two, making the waterfall flowing down from both sides, causing the waterfall to flow in the center to be cut off, and the stone wall covered with moss appeared.

The black sword energy hit the stone wall, and the black sword energy containing the strong ice power spread across the wall, leaving a groove thirty feet long and about three or five meters wide on the wall!

At the same time, the power of ice flowed, and the black sword energy scattered. At this moment, the waterfall that had originally flowed down was affected by the black sword energy and condensed into ice.

In just a moment, the huge waterfall that flowed down was frozen by the sword energy of the sword saint Guizong, forming a huge waterfall ice sculpture, which was extremely conspicuous!

The strength of this sword saint Guizong is extremely fierce, and his sword energy is unparalleled and extremely domineering!

"It's finally done for so many years!"

Looking at the huge frozen waterfall, a light smile appeared on the old face of the Sword Saint Guizong, and a murmur came from his mouth: "It's time to find that bastard Wu Qianjue to avenge his previous shame!"

As the words of the Sword Saint Guizong fell, he slowly turned around and walked towards the mountain with a step!

"Crack! Boom!"

The moment he turned around and left, the frozen waterfall ice was unable to withstand the impact of the water flow upstream of the waterfall, and it fell into the lake below with endless power, causing deafening sounds to burst out.

"The previous generation of Sword Saint!"

This scene fell into the eyes of a swordsman who was coming to report quickly, causing his face to change. His eyes were filled with fear and horror. He hurriedly bowed to the swordsman Guizong who came, and a respectful voice came from his mouth.

"What happened so hurriedly?"

Looking at the swordsman who worshipped respectfully, there was no expression on the old face of the previous swordsman Gui Zong, and a cold voice came from his mouth.

"Your Making a Bible... the previous generation of Sword Saint... the big thing is wrong!"

The swordsman did not dare to look directly into the eyes of the previous sword saint Guizong, and swallowed with difficulty and spoke tremblingly.

"What's up?"

The previous generation sword saint Guizong's eyes sterned and spoke coldly.

"Sir Mandosan...she's dead!"

The swordsman lowered his head and made a hoarse sound in his throat.

"What? Mandosan died? Who did it?"

Hearing the swordsman's words, the face of the swordsman Guizong suddenly changed drastically. The terrible thing actually spreads out from his body without any warning, causing a terrible wind of energy.

You should know that Mandosan is his granddaughter, his only relative in the world.

"thump!"

The swordsman couldn't bear the momentum of the sword saint Guizong, and his knees softened and bowed directly. A respectful and trembling voice came from his mouth: "Your Madam Mandosan was ordered to take our masters from Japan and the masters of the United States and South Korea to siege and kill the Chinese Dragon Spurs... But in the end, they all died! The entire army was wiped out!"

"Damn, who is the Chinese Dragon Thorn?"

The sword saint Guizong stretched out his right hand and lifted the swordsman up, and an angry voice came from his mouth.

These days he has been in seclusion, not asking about the world, and he is not clear about the things on the other side.

"The Chinese Dragon Spur is the great enemy of our country. A few months ago, he destroyed our warships on the deserted island of the Gods, killed all the generals and soldiers, and abused many of our masters. He is the largest enemy of our country at present, and has the powerful strength to kill the master..."

The swordsman briefly introduced what Lan Feng did, and paused and continued to add to the opening: "But a while ago in China, he killed Wu Canghuang, the father of Wu Shen Wu Qianjue, and became Wu Qianjue's mortal enemy. The two fought for a month and fought in West Lake. At present, there is less than half a month before the decisive battle!"

"Huaxia Dragon Thorn? Wu Qianjue?"

"Both of them must die!"

There was no expression on the face of the previous sword saint Guizong, and a cold and stern voice came from his mouth: "Appoint a plane to China for me."

As his words fell, he did not stop at all, and walked towards the mountain with endless murderous intent. With a few flashes, he disappeared from the swordsman's sight.

Whether it is Wu Qianjue or Huaxia Dragon Thorn, he has the will to kill!

The day of the decisive battle is their death!

South Korea, the top of the Donghuang Mountains!

A huge and extremely brilliant palace is built here. When you walk out of the palace, you can overlook the entire South Korea, as if the entire South Korea is surrendering to its feet.

The name of this palace is Donghuang Palace. It was built by the Korean Prime Minister for spending countless money on many masters and powerful people in South Korea. This not only symbolizes their status in South Korea, but also symbolizes his determination.

A strong master should be a strong country!

South Korea has always used martial arts as the foundation of a country, and has promoted martial arts in South Korea. It hopes to create many martial arts masters, join the army, and strengthen South Korea's army, so as to satisfy their strong ambition to win the world.

At this moment, a large number of powerful Koreans had gathered in the East Palace, standing in the hall, exuding an extremely powerful and majestic aura.

From a distance, there are twenty-one strong men, including two strong men of the Grandmaster or above, six strong men of the Grandmaster, ten strong men of the Half-step Grandmaster, and three strong men of the Master level. This lineup is not uncommon, and it is definitely not something that ordinary people can compete with!

Han Tiandao is the strongest man in Korea. He looks over forty years old, his burly figure is wrapped in silver war suits. He sits on the throne directly in front of the hall, his eyes patrolling everyone below, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and a majestic and powerful aura emitting all over his body, making the eyes of the people around him full of unconcealed awe.

"I just got the news from the Prime Minister that Yidao and the others died, died in the hands of the Chinese Dragon Thorn, and the whole army was wiped out!"

After pondering for a moment, a low voice came from Han Tiandao's mouth.

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

"Yi Dao is the youngest and most powerful master of the sword domain in our Korea. How could he die?"

Hearing Han Tiandao's words, the people present had a strong shock and horror on their faces, and an incredible voice came from his mouth.

Ignoring the expressions of everyone below, Han Tiandao continued to speak: "The Chinese Dragon Sword and the Hongmen Martial God will fight West Lake soon. The Prime Minister hopes that we will go and take this opportunity to kill them in one fell swoop!"

"This time, all of us will go out and we will set out in three days. Everyone will prepare!"

As Han Tiandao's words fell, he did not stop at all. He took a step and turned around toward the hall, disappearing from everyone's sight.
Chapter completed!