Chapter 595: Twenty strokes!

Qingxu City, where the sect of Chunyang Hall is located.
Since the Linghuang was defeated and captured, the Chen clan also fell apart. Once the Pure Sun Sect survived a catastrophe, now he has begun to recruit disciples. The restoration and reconstruction work is proceeding in an orderly manner.
In front of the main gate of Qingxu City, tens of thousands of craftsmen are working together to create a statue that is tens of feet high. The scale of the statue is beginning to appear and it is lifelike.
The sculptor has a handsome face and an extraordinary heroic spirit. His robe seems to be automatic without wind, and a domineering spirit emerges spontaneously. He carried the dragon behind his back and controlled three divine swords, like a descending to the earth, and like an emperor deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
This person is Gu Tianyi.
Gu Tianyi is not only a legend in the domain, but also the young ancestor of Chunyangtang.
The so-called young ancestor is the descendant of Lu Zu, the founder of the Chunyang Sect, and the belief of the entire Chunyangtang. Like Lu Zu, he was regarded as a god.
At the same time, two uninvited guests entered Qingxu City.
"Unexpectedly, there is such a prosperous place in this filthy and unbearable domain. This is the Qingxu City. Dominating this place, being a soil emperor, worry-free, high above, seems to be a good enjoyment. "
Gu Zeyang looked around and said to himself.
"Oh? Brother Yang wants to stay here to be the emperor? Then... Fei'er must be a queen."
Gu Feier's voice was soft and full of temptation.
"Hahaha, don't take it seriously, Mayfair, I'm just making a joke. The ants here are dirty, dirty, and ignorant. It's really not a sense of accomplishment to rule such a bunch of waste."
Gu Zeyang smiled.
"Oh? I heard that being an emperor has three thousand beauties in the harem. Isn't this something that every man dreams of?"
Gu Feier smirked.
"Haha, Mayfair, you ghost girl, who taught you this. You are right, hug left and right, three thousand beauties, really good. However, the woman in the cursed land is no different from a in my eyes . I saw a dirty dog ​​on the side of the road, no matter how beautiful, I would only feel sick."
Gu Zeyang sneered.
When he said this, his face was concealed with pride.
This kind of inherent superiority is normal in their own eyes, but in the eyes of others, it is disgusting.
"Brother Yang, look, who is that?"
Suddenly, Gu Feier looked shocked, pointed not far away, exclaimed.
Gu Zeyang followed her direction and looked at a statue dozens of feet high.
This is the statue created by the craftsmen of Chunyangtang for Gu Tianyi, majestic and majestic.
Even in the prosperous Qingming City with many lofts, it is a dazzling scenery. Against the background of the surrounding attic, it gives people a sense of sight.
Even Gu Zeyang and Gu Feier from Hantian Sword City were awed by the grandeur of this statue.
"This is the Qingxu City. The only person who can build such a statue must be the so-called Spirit Emperor. Just a mere ant, how can He De build a image and be worshipped by others."
Gu Zeyang's eyes turned cold, his eyes filled with jealousy that could not be concealed.
boom!
The icy spiritual power was surging, a sword made like ice crystals, surrounded by the vast cold air, emerged and solidified.
The cold sky sword and martial soul, descended.
In an instant, frost swept across, and the temperature dropped sharply.
Gu Zeyang took control of the Cold Sky Sword Martial Spirit, leaped into the sky, and above the Martial Spirit, Ling Li's chill and sword aura were agitated.
Boom!
The sword gang was like a dragon, and a sword was cut on the statue of Gu Tianyi, and that majestic statue was cut off by all of them.
At the same time, the sword spirit was scattered, and the craftsmen who were carefully carving around the statue were also affected by this sword. Cold energy and sword energy were absolutely fatal blows to them.
Suddenly, screaming again and again, loudly.
Rumble!
The huge stone fell on the ground, setting off a large area of ​​smoke and dust, and half of Qingming City felt the tremor.
Amidst the chaos and screams, two figures rushed out of the crowd, driving Lingbao to stand in the air, releasing the coercion of King Wu.
These two people are the ancestors of Lieyang and Jianwu who supervised the work here.
The two are the core existence of the Pure Sun Sect, and their appearance seems to have given everyone a reassurance.
"Who is so bold to destroy the idol!"
"Don't hide, like a tortoise with a shrunken head, who has the ability to stand up. If the old man catches you, you will surely be..."
Before Lieyang's ancestor spoke, a cold and sharp sword gang struck from below.
Feeling the tyranny of this sword, the two of them stared at the same time as they released their martial souls.
A sword as thin as a cicada's wings, a blazing sun.
"The third magical power, the sword breaks the sky!"
"The second magical power, Golden Crow Yangyan!"
The two supernatural powers came out together, impacting on this Jian Gang.
The force of extreme inflammation and extreme cold collided, producing a large white mist. The sword gangs are intertwined and scattered, and the aftermath of the collision is like ripples, dissipating in all directions, pushing the two great ancestors back.
"Hehe, is this the King Wu of the Wildlands? It's really weak and pitiful."
In the sneer, a cold sky sword martial soul pierced the sky, tore a large piece of white fog, and went straight to the two ancestors.
"this is……"
"Gu Qingrui's martial soul?"
The two ancestors glanced at each other with a solemn expression.
But they quickly reacted, although they are both Hantian Sword Martial Spirits, there are some slight differences in their breath. In addition, they also saw Gu Qingming's Wuhun mutation and became the Ghost Emperor Hantian Sword.
If it weren't for Gu Qingming, it must be...
"Extraterritorial Tianjiao!"
The two agreed.
"Report to the young master!"
Lieyang Ancestor Road.
Before he finished his words, Gu Zeyang's Cold Sky Sword Martial Spirit had already come before him, and his figure was reflected in the eyes of the two ancestors.
The fighting between the two sides is about to happen.
In the close battle, they could clearly feel that Gu Zeyang was not in the realm of King Wu. His cultivation base is only Wuzong Nine Layers, neither Tianyuan Mansion nor the unity of heaven and man.
However, relying on mysterious martial skills and supernatural powers, coupled with a powerful Hantian sword martial soul, with one's own power, suppressed the two great ancestors of Chunyangtang.
"Hee hee, Brother Yang is so powerful, the dirty things in the cursed land, stepping into the realm of King Wu are not your opponents."
Below, Gu Fei'er smiled openly.
"Haha, how can the barbarians of the Cursed Land compare with Gu Zeyang. Mayfair, do you want to play a game?"
Gu Zeyang did two things with one heart, fighting to suppress the two, while making fun of Gu Feier.
"Oh? What game does Brother Yang want to play?"
Gu Fei Er said.
"I made a bet with Mayfair that within 30 strokes, these two old beasts will be cut off. If I do, I will decide how to play tonight. And vice versa."
The corners of Gu Zeyang's mouth raised, revealing a smirk.
"Brother Yang, I hate it, you must have the chance to win, and you want to bully others. Thirty strokes are too many, and people want you to accomplish your goal within 20 strokes. Will Brother Yang dare to agree?"
Gu Feier said shyly.
"Haha, why don't you dare, then say it, twenty tricks!"
Gu Zeyang laughed, his aura became even more terrifying under the surge of spiritual power.
A cold killing intent also escaped.