The energy rushes and the glow gathers, just like a couple floating in Qiongyun.

This was the sentiment of an old Taoist monk who traveled to Dengzhou hundreds of years ago and first saw the early morning sun shining on the forest and the sea of ​​three or two people.

However, the air of glory remained the same, but Qiong Yun and his friends were defeated by swords and swords.

The morning mist in the mountains and forests is really steaming.

The graceful lady and the light blue beauty fought together with an exquisite old monk in cassock. The three people's true energy cut through the forest trees and shattered the bluestones.

The old monk's exquisite cassock seemed to be invulnerable to all attacks, no matter how much the two men slashed it with their scimitars and swords, it was still able to be resolved.

The two women's body skills are strong and sharp, and the old monk's steps may seem slow, but he can always avoid fatal moves accurately.

"Qiang!"

The old monk's withered fingers were like pliers, and he grasped the long sword and the short blade of the scimitar with ease. Then he flexed his fingers slightly and knocked the two women back several meters. The sharp weapons in his hands almost came off, and he staggered for a few steps before he gradually regained his balance.

At the same time, the old monk left an afterimage on the spot like a ghost, his true energy flowed into his palms, he pushed forward gently, and the terrifying law of Taoism burst out in an instant.

"puff!"

Two Qian Yingji, who had just staggered to their feet, resisted with all their strength, but still could not stop the infuriating energy pouring in like a flood. They only felt that they were knocked away by wild ancient beasts, and their blood was scattered in the air in the early morning, and it was red and misty under the early sunlight.

"The gray-bearded old bald donkey is looking for death!"

Zhao Zhengli, who had been paying close attention all the time, yelled and slapped a palm, but his level plummeted to the level of the Little Grandmaster. What seemed like a swift and violent blow was actually as far away from the Great Grandmaster level as the chasm of the Milky Way.

"Bang!"

The old monk in the exquisite cassock didn't even take a look at him. His robe collapsed with a casual wave, and the carriage exploded to pieces. Only the horse's last mournful cry was heard, and it turned into a ball of blood mist.

Fortunately, Zhao Zhengli, who was in the carriage, saw the situation and broke the sedan to avoid it in advance. If he had been a little later, blood would have been spilled on the spot.

Zhao Zhengli landed on the ground and rolled to release his inertia, slashing his back purple. Yang Jian swung his sword horizontally, but the sword energy in his memory did not appear. He once again realized that his realm had plummeted.

The sword failed, and he dodged away without any hesitation. The next moment, the place was shattered by a palm of Qi, and flowers, grass, and soil flew in all directions.

“Huicong, I’ll do it*#%!”

Zhao Zhengli, who passed by the King of Hell twice, was so angry that he cursed.

For a moment, the old monk in exquisite cassock hesitated slightly, Xiao was confused by his sudden scolding.

"Young man with a yellow mouth, you are seeking death!"

Huicong's cassock shook, and he reached out his claws decisively. The aura he exuded seemed to be picking up the stars and the moon, and the rhythm of the law was increasing continuously.

Zhao Zhengli was immediately unable to move. He was imprisoned by an invisible force. This was just one of the Grand Master's methods.

The old monk smiled evilly and took action.

"Whoosh!"

At the critical moment, he was pushed several meters horizontally by an external force. He only heard a muffled groan coming from behind, accompanied by the sound of "Puff!" as blood sprayed out.

When he turned his head, a light blue figure flew several feet away.

The skirt fluttered in mid-air, and the blood mist covered it.

"Xiaowei~"

"Miss~"

Two screams tore through the sky.

When the time came, purple energy circulated around Zhao Zhengli's body, and the purple sword in his hand shone coldly for several feet, and there was a chill in the air.

"Buzz!"

The purple sword left his hand and hung in the air. Zhao Zhengli made seals with his hands and muttered words. As his hair gradually turned white, his appearance became older.

The old Huicong monk in the distance was slightly surprised: "Qingcheng Zi Yang initiation method?"

Then he smiled contemptuously: "I thought you were going to take the life-span initiation, and I will wait for you to master this move, so your wish will be granted."

Emei Li Zhanyi could no longer care about the battle situation. She dodged towards Yu Xiaowei, who was flying backwards several feet. Her eyes were full of sorrow and guilt. At this time, she didn't know whether to hate the Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain or the monk from Northern Shaolin.

She sealed the tendons and pressed acupoints with her hands, injecting Qi into her delicate body, and repeatedly chanted: "Miss Yu, hold on! Hold on, Miss Yu!"

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The green mountains of Qingcheng Mountain are secluded.

The simple and green Qingdu Hall stands proudly at the top of the peaks. Feng Zifeng, the leader of Qingcheng with silver beard and crane hair, looks to the north. In his field of vision, there is a vast sea of ​​fog and rolling mountains.

"Here we are after all!"

The leader with a rosy childlike face sighed, and then murmured to himself: "Can you survive it?"

On this day, after Qingcheng Taoism's customary morning class, the leader Feng Zifeng stopped several Taoists guarding the mountain.

He looked around, and except for the fourth Taoist Qiu Liang, who was still traveling outside, the other five people were all gathered together.

"According to the rules of our sect in the past, going down the mountain in troubled times and avoiding worldliness in prosperous times does not mean completely escaping from the world. Cultivation lies in cultivating the mind. The most difficult thing to cultivate is the worldly mind. The four Taoists have not returned yet, and their aura is getting stronger. They must have encountered an opportunity.

, and now the seventh Taoist seems to have encountered a difficult problem. Logically speaking, he should get over it by himself. However, external factors are complicated, so I thought over and over again and decided to go down the mountain."

As soon as these words came out, the remaining people were like ants on a hot pot.

Cui Chengjiang, the impatient Fifth Daoist, retorted: "How can this be done? If the leader personally comes out, it will definitely cause a sensation in the world and even cause the court to speculate wildly."

Gu Henglong, the third man of medium height, followed up and answered: "Senior brother, the leader, represents the entire sect. If you go down the mountain to help the younger junior brother, it will definitely misunderstand the court. Besides, there are many things in the mountain that need to be taken care of by the leader, so senior brother must not do it!"

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Puwei, a member of the Six Paths who remained indifferent to the world, played with the newly made bamboo flute: "Several senior brothers have to take care of things on weekdays. Among them, I am the most leisurely. How about...let me go down the mountain?"

When the leader Feng Zifeng heard this, his white beard twitched slightly, and he decisively refused: "You are not in the scope of consideration, Lao Liu. Your Guiyi fearless elixir method can't go anywhere before it breaks through the great master, so as not to mess up your Guiyi

Heart!"

The second Taoist Yuan Chaoyang, who had been silent all this time, scratched his snow-white hair, glanced at everyone, and finally said leisurely: "Don't even act! I have been eating and drinking leisurely for so many years, so this is the best time to go down the mountain."

Then he stroked his silver beard a lot and glanced at the leader: "Like the old fox, beating around the bush, it's better to directly name the old Taoist. It's just him Zhao Zhengli. If he changes to another person, he will dig out the previous one.

Even the old masters are too lazy to take care of me!"

Everyone was not surprised by his disrespectful words. Maybe they were used to it, or maybe he could really do it.

On the contrary, the leader's face suddenly turned red when his thoughts were read: "Ahem, if a second Taoist comes forward, it will definitely be more effective than the original way down the mountain." Then he winked and said, "By the way, the second Taoist can also take care of common things!"

Yuan Chaoyang, the second Taoist who has never been upright, rarely became more profound: "It's time to put an end to this!"

On this day, a white-haired old man in Qingcheng Mountain walked down the mountain leisurely, humming a tune:

“Flowers fade and flowers bloom, spring comes and spring comes again.

The beautiful woman wears pink and white, just hoping for your favor.

Hoping that you were gone, Hongzhuang raised her head and tiptoed.

The two are looking forward to each other and thinking about the past together.

I hope the sky will turn dark, and the pear blossoms will turn to the north with tears in my eyes.

Month after month comes year after year, spring passes and winter comes to pray for the gods..."

This is a song "Tears of Leaving a Person" written sixty years ago, with endless sadness and endless sadness.

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The purple sword energy in the jungle reaches straight into the sky, instantly taking away the spring sunshine. The sky above the jungle is billowing with purple energy, and even the clouds are reflected in a dazzling purple glow.

There was a snow -white man who raised his sword with both hands, and his old -fashioned face was faintly visible to the young man.

The exquisite monk in the distance was stunned, and he decided to stop him. He vowed to cut off the white -haired man before falling.

The white -haired twilight man is Zhao Zhengli, who has given his life to Zhao Zhengli, and the old monk of the exquisite 袈 白 is threatening to let him finish the last trick.

He never thought that Zhao Zhengli had such horrible vitality, and he never thought that he would be at the cost of his life.

Intuition told him if he had no power to resist, so he would be destroyed in advance.

However, the sword has become eight points.

While the old Monk of HC arrived, Zhao Zhengli, who had a white hair and dancing, co -signed into the potential purple sword.

"Boom!"

The laws of two rhymes collided, and the purple sword mangle disintegrated HC for a while.

"Ka!"

The trend of the underwriting of the purple sword has not diminished, so that the square circle is turned into ash, and the remaining waves are destroyed and broken into thousands of plants and trees.

"break!"

HC took the pupa as a device, wrapped it into a stick, gathered a whole body and a stabbing stick.

This stick is a Buddhist magic stick.

"Kazakhstan!"

The wrapped into a stick was almost broken on the spot with one face, and the purple sword was weak for three or five points.
To be continued...