Under the bright moonlight, he was wearing a plain shirt and was being chased by a man with a double-eared halberd. Wherever he passed, he was also attacked by monks in robes, soldiers in armor, and rogues in black wielding knives and clubs.

He put his hands behind his hands and dodged in the shadows of swords and swords, as if strolling in a courtyard, leaving behind pieces of afterimages in the interlacing of zhenqi.

The graceful and plump beautiful woman and the charming beauty in the distance were briefly shocked and then regained their energy. In the melee, they approached the young man in plain clothes like a divine help and stopped the man with the halberd in his ears.

The three old monks and the old man in the black scholar's shirt high in the sky became anxious, abandoning the handsome young man in the white robe and all swooped down on the young man in the plain shirt.

The white-robed young man slowly loosened his grip on the woman in the glazed blue skirt: "Guifen, please be patient and leave for a while for your husband."

The beauty in the glazed blue dress nodded with firm eyes and said, "Chaoyang, be safe!".

Yuan Chaoyang gently pushed her with both hands, and saw her sliding away like a fairy.

As the distance increases, the originally beautiful appearance gradually begins to look old, with her hair turning white, until her face is pale and her hair is covered in old spots, and her skin is wrinkled with old spots. In the forest in the distance, she is trembling and holding on to the trees, looking forward expectantly.

In the dark night, Li Zhanyi and Yu Xiaowei held back Wang Feng, who was holding a double-eared halberd. Only then did Zhao Zhengli in plain clothes have time to raise his arms slightly. Infuriating energy from all directions rolled in. His breath rose, and he only heard a bang in his body, like dust.

When the wine is opened, the sound is as crisp as the sound of nature, resounding throughout the night.

"call!"

It was as if he had regained a long-lost power, and his whole body was filled with infinite energy.

Zhao Zhengli calmly scanned the crowds of people coming from all directions like a banished fairy and son. Only the three breaths above his head gave him a sense of suffocation and oppression.

Du Qiao, a man in black Confucian robes, said sternly as he dived in: "After a great fall in my realm, I came back again. If my foundation is like enlightenment for the second time, I will never let you stay!"

When Northern Shaolin woke up, Huicong looked at the old and lonely Zen Master Juekong. He sighed leisurely: "It seems that he is going to end up with Qingcheng Mountain after all."

"Hoo ho ho ho"

High in the sky, the three old monks and the black Confucian-shirted men all raised their palms and pressed down, with unconcealed murderous intent.

The grand master's full force palm was like a divine punishment coming down, not to mention four people attacking at the same time. An ordinary grand master of the same realm would not be able to withstand it. And now Zhao Zhengli has just returned to the grand master realm, how can he withstand it?

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, Zhao Zhengli broke free from the shackles of the Grand Master's laws and rushed into hundreds of people at an almost supernatural speed. He was like a wild beast rushing into a herd of sheep. The fierce energy he exuded could overturn dozens of people.

The four of them were all stunned. It was unbelievable that he could break free from the lock of the law with brute force when he first entered the Grand Master realm. You must know that it was locked by the law of four great masters, which was equivalent to the shackles of the four great Dao. It is difficult for ordinary masters to escape at the peak of their powers.

Even if he was at the peak of the middle level of a master before he fell, he didn't think he could break free so easily, but now he has just returned to the first level of a master and managed to escape.

How can you not be surprised, how can you not be afraid if you think about it carefully?

"boom"

Before those four palm powers fell, there was a ray of purple light that was faster and defeated all four palm powers, and the terrifying true energy exploded into the night.

"Boom"

In the aftermath of the shock, the master and master below fled far away, and hundreds of people galloped and scattered. Dozens of people who were closer were blown away like scarecrows, and blood was vaguely visible all night long, and they fell to the ground without moving again.

The rest of the people were like duckweeds in the stormy waves, being pushed several feet in all directions.

This is just the aftermath of the collision between the five great masters, which shows how terrifying it is.

"Bang!"

A blast of zhenqi knocked over dozens of people in the scattered crowd, and a scene completely opposite to the previous one appeared. Wang Fengzheng, a man with two ears and a long halberd, fled in panic, and behind him, Zhao Zhengli, dressed in plain clothes, chased and slashed like a ghost.

Seeing the situation, the soldiers of the Zhijun Mansion hurriedly dispersed, and the remaining soldiers gathered here and there without forming a square formation.

As the saying goes, if a soldier is scared, a whole bunch of soldiers will be scared. Young Master Wang, who is usually as tall as a god in the eyes of these soldiers, is now like a bereaved dog. How can these ordinary soldiers gather morale?

In addition, most of the local army and militiamen are driven by gangsters and gangsters. They know how to weigh the pros and cons. Their loyalty and loyalty are not even as good as those of Jianghu people. They usually prey on the common people in the streets and are good at bullying others. When they encounter ruthless characters, they will naturally reveal their true nature.

They were able to survive until now only because of the wealth of the Wang family and his son. After all, they were reluctant to part with this bowl of rice.

However, given the current serious situation, some people still know how to cherish their lives.

What is left can only be said to be a slave to money.

Even so, the dozens of slaves left behind gave Zhao Zhengli a headache. Although he could not gather morale, just killing them all would take him a lot of time.

What's more, there are also some Jianghu people raised by the Du family and Northern Shaolin monks, two forces interfering.

Wang Feng rushed behind the soldiers without any hesitation and used dozens of soldiers to hold back the white-faced lunatic holding the sword.

"Puff! Wang Feng's son will die!"

Zhao Zhengli didn't stop, he picked up his scimitar and rushed in. He was completely red-eyed because he had almost fallen to Wang Feng's halberd several times earlier. If his skills were inferior, he would have to admit defeat. With strength, the old and new scores will be settled. clear.

Above the night sky, a man in white robe looks like a demon overpowering four great masters. His black hair dances wildly and his white robe hunts.

Northern Shaolin Juekong, Ling Jie, the three monks Huicong, and Du Qiao, the four of them felt very strenuous. Earlier, Yuan Chaoyang could draw four of them with one hand by holding Yang Guifen. Now that his hands are free and there is no burden, the four of them are no different. opponent.

Seeing the situation, Du Qiao turned around and killed Yang Guifen, who was holding a tree in the distance and was looking forward to it. The Grand Master was very fast, and by the time Yuan Chaoyang could react, he had already gone dozens of feet away.

The black Confucian robe rises for a ride.

Yuan Chaoyang was furious: "Don't you dare, old thief of the Du family!"

"Whoosh"

He raised the purple sword in his hand and threw it out with all his strength. The purple beam was like a meteor that cut through the long night, with a rolling rhyme.

"Bang bang bang!"

The three old monks took action almost at the same time, but were all shaken away by the terrifying Tao Yun.

"puff"

Du Qiao felt the fear of being locked by the power of God, and instinctively turned around to resist. He almost lost consciousness as soon as he came face to face with him, and his body was penetrated by a purple mist.

The only thing he remembered before he fell into coma was that the purple mist passed half an inch away from his heart.

"Hoo ho ho"

The three northern Shaolin monks turned around and attacked Yuan Chaoyang, who had no weapons.

"I'm so angry, so I'll give it a go!"

Facing the oncoming attack, Yuan Chaoyang held up his sleeves, and his true energy turned into a white ball in his left hand and a black ball in his right hand. The two black and white light balls formed one yin and one yang, with Taoist rhymes intertwined and runes densely covered.

"Crack~Boom!"

The muffled thunder that appeared several times in the night sky finally fell and struck directly at Yuan Chaoyang, who was holding a black and white yin and sun ball.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

At the same time, Yuan Chaoyang calmly threw the light ball in his hand. One black and one white collided in mid-air, spinning rapidly to form a Yin-Yang diagram. The rotation speed absorbed the attacks of the three old monks and was converted into a part of the Yin-Yang diagram.

All this was completed in an instant, and several people were still shocked by the thunder.

"Bang!"

The yin and yang diagram exploded out of thin air.

Yuan Chaoyang stepped out of the void and appeared in front of the three old monks almost at the same time, with lightning flashing above his head.

Before the three monks could resist the explosion of the Yin-Yang Diagram, they saw silvery white lightning suddenly falling from above their heads.

Bai Nayi: "Madman!"

Huang Monk Yi: "Yuan Chaoyang, I will show you the immortal Banban!"

Exquisite cassock: "You are seeking death with your nose!"

…

At this moment, the three eminent monks of creation broke the precept of lying regardless of their appearance.

Use all your strength to dodge.

"Crack!"

The sky thunder fell faster, and the void was shattered. The night was like day, and four scorched black figures were vaguely seen falling, like comets striking, kicking up billowing dust.

The sound waves of the sky thunder mixed with the aftereffects of the Yin and Yang diagram, spreading in all directions. The air waves visible to the naked eye were devastating, rocks, grass and trees were flying across the ground, mixed with ant-like crowds. The terrifying sound of the sonic boom alone made people deaf, deaf, and bleeding. The low-level and serious explosion on the spot

shoot.

Those with high realms are also affected like fish in a pond. Their spirits are crazy, their heads are buzzing, and those who are better still suffer from tinnitus and deafness, unable to distinguish between north and south.

When the dust settled, the post road was in a mess. The remaining people in the bustle had already lost their sense of fighting and even doubted whether they were dead or alive?

Zhao Zhengli supported Yu Xiaowei, and Yu Xiaowei supported Emei Li Zhanyi.

The three of them were in dire straits, looking for Yuan Chaoyang in white robes in the scorched earth in the dark night with dull eyes.

"Ahem!"

There was a figure in the scorched earth who staggered up, shook the dirt off his torn white robe, and cursed: "This is the first time in my life that I am embarrassed. You three old bald donkeys should feel honored."

Then he glanced around, looking for the three northern Shaolin monks: "What? Are the bald donkeys still fighting?"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

In the pit, two charred figures carried one person and flew away through the air. Under the moonlight, the monk's robe was riddled with holes. The monk's robe was torn and torn, and even fragments of the exquisite cassock fell here and there.

"Yuan Chaoyang, let's wait and see!"

A harsh word from the world was dropped in the night sky, but the tone was a little weak, but one could still tell that it was the octogenarian Zen Master Juekong.
To be continued...