All Heavens: Starting from Traveling Through Song Qingshu

Chapter 169 Night of the Full Moon, Battle of the Grand Masters!

Emperor Stepping Peak, the holy land of Cihang Jingzhai.

But I don't know when, maybe after the destruction of Jingnian Temple, Cihang Jingzhai, the so-called holy place, has become less and less regarded by people in the martial arts world.

Many people even guessed that, if there were no accidents, His Majesty the Demon Emperor would probably go to Cihang Jingzhai again after destroying the Jingnian Temple.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the news that Ning Daoqi, a loose man, was going to have a decisive battle with the devil emperor Song Xuan at Di Ta Peak, quickly spread in the Jianghu.

For a moment, the entire martial arts world was in a sensation.

In the past, the battle of the grand masters was regarded as a feast by warriors all over the world to participate in, and now it is the legendary battle of the grand masters. Anyone who pursues martial arts, who would not want to go to the scene and witness the demeanor of the grand masters with their own eyes?
Cihang Jingzhai's residence, Dita Peak's location is very secret, and most people don't know about it, but there are too many people who can't resist asking, and some news has finally spread.

Then, more and more people began to rush towards the position of Emperor Stepping Peak.

In the past, they would not dare, Cihang Jingzhai is a holy place of martial arts, who would dare to enter it's holy place of sect?

But now the situation is different. The halo of the Holy Land in the past has begun to be torn away layer by layer. The so-called Holy Land is nothing more than a gang used by a group of women to grab power and benefits. What is there to be afraid of?
"Your Majesty, the Dita Peak is ahead!"

Concubine Shixuan wore a long skirt and a long sword on her back, but at the moment she had a troubled look on her face, which had long since lost the free and easy spirit of the fairy air in the past.

Even without time, she could still see a trace of ruthlessness from between her brows, as if she was weighing whether to kill or not.

Song Xuan glanced at her and said with a smile: "How about it, have you thought about it?"

Concubine Shixuan took a deep breath, and said seriously: "If you kill someone from my sect, is your majesty really willing to let my master go?"

Song Xuan nodded, "You can choose not to believe it!"

Shi Feixuan bit her lip and said cruelly, "Feixuan is willing to trust His Majesty!"

There is no way, if you don't believe it, you can't do it. If you believe it, you can still protect your master. If you don't believe it, no one in the entire sect will be spared!
Even if the master told her that Ning Daoqi would unite with the other two great masters to launch a siege against Song Xuan, but even so, the longer she was in contact with this devil emperor, the more concubine Shi Xuan felt that this person was unfathomable.

She really didn't have much confidence in the siege of the three of Ning Daoqi.

At the foot of Emperor Stepping Peak, many people from the rivers and lakes had already gathered. After seeing the figure of Song Xuan and others, they subconsciously retreated one by one to make way for a passage.

And as Song Xuan walked towards the mountain on the steps, there were bursts of discussions at the foot of the mountain.

"Tell me, who is stronger between Your Majesty and Ning Sanren?"

"It's hard to say. After all, Ning Daoqi is a veteran grand master, and he has the reputation of being the best in the world. It is definitely not easy to deal with!"

"No matter how strong it is? It's nothing more than a lackey of Buddhism. Compared with His Majesty's ambition to end the troubled times by himself, it's not even a star!"

The emperor stepped on the peak and watched the rain pavilion.

Ning Daoqi, with five strands of long beard in the Eguanbo belt, was like a frightened bird in the sky, and suddenly appeared at the top of the pavilion.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and a round of full moon began to show its head. The moonlight made the quiet Buddhist courtyard a little more chilly.

"It's the loose man Ning Daoqi!"

At the top of the mountain, several martial arts masters have gathered at this time.

There are masters of Buddhism and Demon Sect, as well as some powerhouses who have no power, and there are even several masters outside the Central Plains.

After seeing Ning Daoqi appear, it also caused quite a commotion among these martial arts masters.

The shadow of the famous tree, Sanren Ning Daoqi is an invincible existence who once fought against the two great masters Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin with his own strength. His prestige has lasted for nearly a hundred years, and he is recognized as the unshakable No. 1 in the world of martial arts!
Before the rise of Song Xuan, many people even treated Ning Daoqi as a god. This shows how strong Ning Daoqi's reputation is in the Central Plains.

Standing on the top of the pavilion, Ning Daoqi looked up at the starry sky, looked around, and said indifferently: "Ning Daoqi has arrived, can fellow Daoist Song Xuan be there?"

After the words fell, on the horizon, a figure stepped on the brilliance of the moon, strolled in the void, and walked slowly.

This time, Song Xuan was dressed in a black imperial robe, and he was a bit more majestic and domineering than before. The time for him to ascend the throne as emperor was too short, and many people still didn't know that the world had changed masters.

But this time, he just wanted to step on the bones of the great master, as if to show the world, who will be the master in this world!
Seeing Song Xuan coming in the air, Ning Daoqi subconsciously tried to find out his details with the mysterious method, but then, he felt a tingling pain in his mind, and quickly withdrew his mental power.

At this moment, his complexion became a little ugly.

In the confrontation at the mental level just now, he has already fallen into a disadvantage.

"Fellow Daoist obviously looks very young, but his strength is so ridiculously strong, I really don't know how you cultivate!" Ning Daoqi said with emotion.

Song Xuan chuckled.

He does look young, but looking young does not mean that he has a short life.

In fact, his life experience is not less than Ning Dodge, a centenarian, or even more.

Back then in the world of the Wu Dynasty, he went into madness more than a thousand times in order to create his own skills. If he hadn't had a cheating immortal body, he would have died hundreds of times.

This kind of experience of innumerable obsessions alone is something that Ning Daoqi has never experienced.

Standing in mid-air, looking at Ning Daoqi, who is in a fairy-like manner, Song Xuan said flatly: "I said before, I will take the title of No. in the world myself. Now, let's start!"

"Then, fellow daoist, be careful!"

Ning Daoqi clasped his fists in a salute, raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl, then stretched out his arms, like a blue bird fluttering its wings, and there was even a crisp bird song in the void.

And with the sound of the birdsong, the martial arts masters who were watching the battle from a distance began to look dazed, as if they had been hit by a freeze spell, and they froze in place.

Song Xuan was not affected, but just looked at each other quietly.

But after seeing Ning Daoqi's figure constantly turning its direction in the void, the surrounding air flow began to rotate rapidly and crazily, and in the blink of an eye, a light blue wind dragon formed between the sky and the earth.

With a violent whistling sound and earth-shattering power, Fenglong collided with Song Xuan standing in mid-air instantly.

Bang!
There was a violent collision sound, and the master-level warriors who were watching the battle in the distance subconsciously retreated and covered their ears, and several of them had blood seeping from their ear holes.

The crowd was horrified.

It's just eating melons and watching a show, but there is such a big risk?

(End of this chapter)