The Heavens Are Coming: Opening Comments on Top Ten Martial Arts Myths

in a certain forest.

At this moment, a layer of thick fog is emerging on the mountain, and there is a layer of demonic interference in the thick fog, making it impossible for the machine outside the mountain to confirm the specific coordinates of the mountain temple.

In this way, it is impossible to carry out a concentrated fire attack.

In the mountains and forests, Wei Yuan's eyes glowed with pale white qi, and he could only see an incomparably strong monster aura emanating from the white-clothed man in front of him, vaguely turning into a lying face. The ferocious tiger, surrounded by kneeling ghosts and ghosts.

This unimaginable scene, in the eyes of outsiders, looks like a hermit in the mountains sitting alone playing the piano, but in Wei Yuan's eyes, it is a big demon king surrounded by a group of ghosts.

The surrounding soldiers were momentarily overwhelmed by the monstrous aura covering the mountain, making their movements slow.

At this moment, Wei Yuan was running this "True Qi Gong Method", and there was a stream of true energy in his blood, which made him fine.

Wei Yuan knew in his heart that if he wanted to deal with the big monster who broke free from the seal, he needed support from the rear, and the accurate positioning of the rear required the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion beside him. Therefore, in this urgent situation, , he couldn't help hesitating!

Tear!

In an instant, the sword in Wei Yuan's hand was lifted slightly, and he slashed downwards. The sword screamed fiercely, and a ghost was killed directly.

Not far away, the man in white looked at Wei Yuan who was still able to move freely, and a brilliant light flashed in his eyes.

After pondering for a moment, Wei Yuan put the sword back in its sheath temporarily, clasped his hands together, and said to the tiger, "Tiger, before the fight, I have something to ask you."

Wei Yuan is also taking a gamble. Since the tiger is playing the piano here, he obviously pretends to be elegant, and he takes the initiative to show up and wait, so he is obviously a conceited person.

Hearing this, the man in white didn't make a move, but frowned slightly, and looked at Wei Yuan with a pair of yellow-brown eyes.

Wei Yuan's move was originally to delay time, but at this moment, he really had a question.

He thought of the figures that appeared in the dream, and said slowly:

"A few days ago, Dong Yu's matter should have been written by the tiger. Let me ask, if she ended up like that, whether a tiger intervened in it... And when the Tian's bone girl was involved, the Li's girl's soul-changing method was not the same. It looks like what an ordinary peasant girl got, but could it be done by a tiger?!"

Hearing Wei Yuan's words, the tiger burst out laughing, and said calmly, "What is my way?!"

"So do you think that it was me who interfered with them and ended up like this?"

"Do you still think in your heart that such a thing is the so-called trouble of me, not the human race?"

"Hahaha, wrong!"

"........."

"As for the poor woman a few days ago, she was abducted and trafficked, beaten to death by her husband's family, and thrown her body down the mountain. The woman's resentment persisted, so I went to take a look, and I have seen for thousands of years, what you and other human races do is far more than what you and others are talking about."

The tiger laughed and said: "This seat is ultimately a monster in the mountains."

He looked at Wei Yuan and asked curiously: "Speaking of which, I also have a question."

"Let's not talk about the matter of Dong Yu, but the matter of the bone girl has been the matter of the great Han Yongping for three years. After more than a thousand years, how did you know such details?"

The rest of the people in the field and the camp in the rear are all quiet.

In the silence, Wei Yuan raised his sword and said calmly: "It's just what I saw in the classics."

"Oh? What scriptures?"

"No comment."

At this moment, a soldier finally restrained the attack of this monster-level evil spirit. He opened his eyes angrily, raised his hand violently, and untied the individual weapon behind his back. Wei Yuan reacted instantly and stepped away. In front of him, the Eight-Faced Han Sword with its sheath swung out in his hand, helping the warrior block the fatal blow.

What follows is a duel between high-tech weapons and sorcery.

A moment later, in order to help the soldiers behind him to retreat smoothly, Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and decided to cut off the rear.

On the side of a bumpy mountain road, Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, and turned his footsteps, completely reversing this backward movement. The eight-faced Han sword he held in his hand thrust out suddenly and hit the strings of the piano. The force of the shock also made the qi and blood in his chest and abdomen churn, and then, he turned his wrist and forcibly mobilized this "Crouching Tiger"!

Blessed by true energy, blessed by magic formulas.

At this moment, the eight-faced Han sword in Wei Yuan's hand suddenly accelerated, he retreated and fought, and stopped all the strings of the zither with this dragon sword momentum.

Crackling!

Suddenly, during the clash between the two, the burst of sparks was mixed with the brilliant sword light, like a blizzard in the midsummer sun.

"Sword of the Sword"!

At the same time, during the battle between Wei Yuan and the tiger, he unconsciously displayed a little "Sword of the Sword" technique. With the sharpness of the weapon in his hand, the true energy circulated, and the sword wind was swift. It also allowed him to deal with this tiger to the end!

"This sharp sword is really powerful..."

During the fight, Wei Yuan saw that he could actually compete with the tiger, and he couldn't help being deeply shocked by the power of this [Sword Dao Myth].

You know, he, Wei Yuan, just observed these [myths of swordsmanship] and passively imitated one of them. However, it allowed him to erase his thousands of years of combat experience and follow this tiger back and forth to fight... This is simply an unbelievable thing.

A moment later, Wei Yuan's sword-holding tiger's mouth was shattered, dripping with blood, and looked even more miserable.

On the opposite side, the tiger's wound healed instantly, but his expression suddenly changed, mixed with anger and a trace of fear, he finally noticed the faint aura released by the crouching tiger waist card on Wei Yuan.

"It was you..."

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10 minute later.

A thick black smoke rose into the sky.

The construction area that seemed like a fairyland just now turned into ruins and was submerged in a sea of ​​burning flames.

The tiger who had a calm face before, his complexion turned pale, and the aura on his body had weakened so much, it seemed that a breath was directly drawn from him, and it was no longer completely irresistible. Wei Yuan took the initiative He pressed a button on the special combat uniform to inject this special potion into his body. Immediately, the consumed mana in his dantian was rapidly regenerating.

At this moment, a dense mist lingered on the tiger's body, his deep voice was mixed with the roar of the tiger, and he seemed extremely angry.

"Sure enough, it's you, Captain Sili, no wonder you know what happened back then, no wonder you called me Shan Jun instead of Hu Jun, you are the only one in the world who would call me that..."

"It was your ancestors who built this town in this mountain back then."

"Zhang Daoling is dead, his disciples are too far away from here."

"This one suppresses the hatred of thousands of years, and today's hatred, I will ask you to get it back first!!!"

Boom!

At this moment, in front of Wei Yuan, the space was shaking, and a white light curtain blooming with holy brilliance suddenly unfolded out of thin air!

The white light is bright and supreme.

This aura containing supreme power suppressed his body in an instant, and also froze the tiger in place. At this moment, this holy radiance froze all the space around the entire mountain road on the spot.

…………

At the camp below the mountain, everyone finally saw that the mountain temple was bombed, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the officer's expression paused. He thought of what the tiger had said earlier, nodded slowly, and said, "It's the man who has read many classics. He is well-informed, and he is indeed the owner of the museum."

"Get on his communication..."

In an instant, a sound mixed with tiger roars came from the instrument. It seemed that it was affected by this wave of demon power. The communication clarity was decreasing, but the fast-paced tiger roars were still unstoppable. His heart was trembling, his scalp was numb, and he could imagine how helpless it would be to face the threat of this demon king.

On the side, even though the technician tried his best to adjust the instrument, the sound full of hatred still only sounded intermittently.

"It's really you..."

"No wonder you know... Calling this seat as Shanjun..."

"It was you... Shasha... who set this town in this mountain."

"Zhang Daoling is dead... This revenge that has been suppressed for more than a thousand years, and..., I will... get it back from you!!!"

Finally, accompanied by the sound of Kacha after the roar of the tiger, there was a rustling sound from the instrument.

Obviously, the instrument has been damaged.

However, the arena was dead silent.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in the minds of these officers and subordinates: Is this museum owner a living immortal who has survived for more than a thousand years?

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Good morning everyone, I'm sorry, I was too busy yesterday and didn't update, so I woke up early today to update everyone, and touch my head.Really sorry.