Chapter 1130: The Peak of Martial Arts, Invincible

Sun Kedi local enemy technique connects Yang knot

"Do you have the courage to fight me?"

In the struggled coma, a chaotic vision flashed in Ye Zixuan's mind. Director Dai Long Aotian's white fox Hong Zhentian, Yuan Yuchuan Xingyun, changed and wandered one by one, and then there were many pictures of faint or rich colors. These pictures were strange and special, and some scenery was something he could not even imagine.

The dream seemed to prove something to him and demonstrate something.

In the infinite space, in the misty world, Ye Zixuan was trapped in another picture. A figure of an old man in white could be seen walking forward between heaven and earth, and the wind and clouds were flying. The man's lofty figure was so majestic and solid. He was like a life guide, walking forward step by step with Ye Zixuan.

Ye Zixuan's bumpy road was on the side, and the mountains towering into the clouds, and the unfathomable abyss. He straightened his body and walked forward towards the old man in white. Following the man's steps, a series of life that Ye Zixuan could never imagine were like a huge scroll, slowly unfolding in front of Ye Zixuan's eyes.

Blood and killing, peace and harmony, loneliness and sorrow, joy and experience, Ye Zixuan, who was moving forward, felt that he had another life experience. He followed the old man in white to feel the majesty and magnificence of life. The existence and wonder of this experience moved Ye Zixuan inexplicably, but while he was staying, the other party went further and further.

Ye Zixuan was curious about who the other party was, and shouted and chased after him.

The old man in white in sight was not fast, but he walked very steadily. The bumpy mountain road did not hinder him at all. Ye Zixuan gradually couldn't follow him. No matter how hard he tried or how he accelerated his steps, the distance between the two was always maintained. Soon, a towering mountain appeared in front of him, and his figure was heading towards the top of the mountain.

When Ye Zixuan was watching again, the man's figure was already standing on the top of the mountain.

Ye Zixuan gritted his teeth and climbed up. The mountain wind suddenly became fierce. The sky was blue like a washing, and the white clouds were like birds wandering around. But the man's clothes seemed to have turned into white clouds.

The sun was as bright as gold, but there was no sense of heat. The old man's eyes were brighter than the brightest starry eyes in the sky. He smiled at Ye Zixuan, with endless peace and unconcealed expectations in his smile. Then, the sound that had echoed in his ears once again stirred: "Ye Zixuan, do you dare to fight me?"

On the top of the mountain, the sky is high and the clouds are quiet, and the passion is naturally rising, not to mention that Ye Zixuan never retreats: "I am willing to accompany you."

"bite!"

A knife stabbed into Ye Zixuan's soil, and at the same time, a willow branch flashed out from the old man in white.

"bring it on!"

Seeing Ye Zixuan without fear, the old man in white nodded with relief. When Ye Zixuan picked up the sword, he also raised the willow branches in his hand.

The willow branches shook and pointed at Ye Zixuan's chest.

At this moment, the withered willow branches suddenly became angry and sprouted new buds. The old man in white seemed to have become young and shining in this moment. He seemed to have a cold star flashing in his half-closed eyes, his hunched body was straight like a pine tree, his vicissitudes of life gradually became plump on his face, and the old and dry blood began to flow again.

Sun Qiuke, the enemy only investigates the promises.

Life is so wonderful that no one can explain his magical changes!

This change is like a prisoner who is about to be executed and heard the general amnesty of the world. A woman who has been infatuated for ten years shows her lover who has been separated for a long time and is full of different spirits and vigorous and brilliant. The old man in white becomes energetic, but Ye Zixuan seems to be gradually shrinking. The light of the old man in white increases, and Ye Zixuan's momentum will shrink a little.

It's not cool to make enemies after the ball fights in the moon

A huge pressure pressed towards Ye Zixuan like a mountain. With a thud, the soil under Ye Zixuan's feet was stomped to pieces, revealing a few small stones.

Ye Zixuan is under tremendous pressure, pressure from the strong men of the times.

But what made the old man in white praised was that Ye Zixuan's expression was very calm.

Although he did not fight back, he did not retreat.

One prosperity and one decline, the gap in strength is clearly visible.

But Ye Zixuan gritted his teeth and did not move, and the old man in white was just, and the willow branches in his hand were becoming more and more vibrant.

The enemy ship in the distance is the most sailing of the Moyang ghost

The ghosts in the land of the Houke are the result of the trouble.

The new bud is so extreme that it makes people doubt its true nature, as if it is connected to the spirit of the old man in white.

"bite!"

Ye Zixuan, who was at a disadvantage and the situation was getting worse, suddenly stepped forward and burst out a series of crisp sounds, rushing out like a cannonball. On the way, the long sword had already attacked like a tide, swinging seven swords in a row. These seven swords were actually Ye Zixuan's efforts. The light of the sword reflected the face of the old man in white, and the tip of the sword instantly came to him.

Ye Zixuan's aura was almost united, and the air around him was stagnant. At this moment, the old man in white smiled faintly, his wrist trembled, and when the willow branch lit the Ye Zixuan's sword, he raised his left hand lightly and slapped it out. Instantly, the left hand that passed through Ye Zixuan's defense against the chest. Ye Zixuan's single sword was still in the air, but the person had been slapped out by him.

"Swoosh!"

Ye Zixuan, who was in mid-air, was in a mess, with only a little pain in his chest, but he still had to sigh that there were people outside, but he was still not afraid, and his face became more intense. He twisted his way and tried to stabilize his body and fight back. At this time, the old man in white suddenly jumped out, better than an eagle, attacking Ye Zixuan with flowing water.

The enemy is the only one who fights against each other.

"Bang!"

Ye Zixuan, who had no time to avoid or take action, had his face slightly changed. He raised his toes and slashed muds and stones, and he took the old man in white with a rainbow of momentum. The stones were either hit or flew in a slanted direction, but the old man in white had no turbulence. He lit up the willow branches in his hand and made several arcs casually like Guanyin.

The soil and gravel all dissipated.

Just at this time, Ye Zixuan shouted softly and rushed forward, slashing the sword, unstoppable.

The ball battle in the remote area of ​​the back and forth

The old man in white was slightly surprised. He could feel the momentum of the sword and had to take a step back and block Ye Zixuan's shocking sword.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound of breaking, the willow branch was cut off by a sword, but the old man in white did not panic and retreated calmly to avoid the blade.

"kill!"

Ye Zixuan did not give up the opportunity and rushed forward. The two figures collided with each other at high speed that was hard to tell the naked eye. The old man in white clothes flashed like thunder and lightning, with a nearly violent noise, constantly stabbing Ye Zixuan to attack. Ye Zixuan's long sword circled around, like a red dragon in the air, and his footsteps seemed to advance and retreat.

"Chichi!"

The sharp sound of the sword's aura swept through the air was not inferior to the power of the old man in white.

"Bang!"

With a collision between the palms of both sides, a loud sound rang out, and the two men separated again as if they were electrocuted. The old man in white had a broken clothes, but there was no injury on his face. Ye Zixuan's collarbone to his forearm was scratched, and a long mark appeared, and a large amount of blood flowed out of his arms.

Without nonsense, the two of them rushed forward again!

Ye Zixuan waved his sword and rushed forward: "Kill!"

The old man in white turned his head slightly, avoided Ye Zixuan's thunder knife, trembled his wrist, and half of the branch was straight on the sword.

"Click!"

The sword split in an instant, and fell to the ground

"Depend on!"

Ye Zixuan couldn't help but exclaim. The combat power of the old man in white was too amazing. At the same time, the corner of his mouth could not be stopped. When the sword broke into the ground, he also felt a strong force coming from the sword, uncontrollable, hurting the long sword, cracking the hilt of the knife, numbing his wrist, hurting his tiger's mouth and joints, and trembling his fighting spirit.

So powerful!

"Puff!"

Ye Zixuan's body was hit by the willow branches continuously. Although he retreated and removed most of his strength with all his strength, his whole body still felt pain.

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Ye Zixuan didn't have to take off his clothes and knew that there would be bruises on his body. It was better to retreat quickly, otherwise the willow branches would break his ribs one by one.

This guy is so perverted.

But the body felt an indescribable comfort, and the limbs clattered, and a force surged.

"Swoosh!"

Ye Zixuan held the hilt of the knife and used the force to retreat, but he could not retreat half of the willow branch of the old man in white. The branches spread and stretched again, and the dragonfly splashed the water and stabbed Ye Zixuan's clothes.

Ye Zixuan retreated again, and he had to retreat. If he took a step slower, he would be pierced by willow branches in his chest. But how long can he retreat?

"when!"

When his feet retreated to the top of the mountain and wrote about the rocks of Huashan Sword Contest, Ye Zixuan's hilt finally blocked the willow branches that were following the shadows. The new buds on it were still beautiful, but he had no way to retreat when he was against the rock. Looking at the old man in white, he pressed his left palm lightly, Ye Zixuan knew that it was time to fight, so he raised his hand and slammed it out.

This punch is extremely yang and strong!

"Bang!"

There was no loud noise as imagined, nor did they fall from each other, or Ye Zixuan fell out with the rocks, and the two of them put their palms together, and their bodies did not shake at all. Ye Zixuan felt that his palm fell into the sea, but he was also surprised that the old man in white had weak palms, and at the same time he felt the power of his whole body rushing uncontrollably.

"Um!"

Ye Zixuan felt a surging force from head to toe, like a flood that hits the guardrail and the embankment. When he wanted to find a vent, his palm pressed his old man in white tightly, and he pressed against his willow branches against the hilt of the knife. Ye Zixuan roared angrily, guiding all his strength to pour on his left arm of his palm.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Ye Zixuan's left arm's clothes were all broken, and the metal arm guard also turned into pieces.

The old man in white also twisted his arms irregularly, his sleeves cracked into pieces, and his whole person flew backwards, falling to the edge of the mountain, and into the abyss.

Ye Zixuan's face changed drastically, and he rushed forward with a whoosh and reached out to the old man in white and grabbed it: "Old sir!"

"boom!"

All the scenes in Ye Zixuan's mind exploded with this shout. He also opened his eyes and his face was panicked, as if he had a nightmare.

Cold sweat dripped down Ye Zixuan's forehead, but it shocked Ye Zixuan. The scene just now was not all dreams. In front of him, there was a land on the top of the mountain. The green grass was like waves, rising and falling with the wind, like poetry and songs, and above his head was the scenery, the sun was shining brightly, and the white clouds condensed into flocs, and their postures changed a lot.

The only grandson hates the cold moon and the cold

Standing on both sides were Shangguan Long, Song Biencheng, Zhang Zuimo, Ye Huihuang, Qin Xiyan, and he was holding an old man in white with a peaceful smile.

"Ye Tianlong, you finally woke up."

The old man in white smiled kindly: "Do you know what this awakening means to you?"

Ye Zixuan instinctively asked back: "What does it mean?"

Shangguan Long laughed: "The peak of martial arts, no more than the opponent."

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