The wind blew the four people's robes.

Then Ying Wuque was shocked to find that a strand of hair on his forehead actually fell inexplicably, and Jiang Zhiyun, the second elder of the Zhudao Hall, also pulled him behind him in an instant!

At the same time, Ying Tianhong, with a solemn expression, angrily slashed towards the front!

This knife slashed through the void, making the soul-stirring. When the sword light suddenly appeared, it had dispersed all the mist that surged out from all over the world, and a shocking sword light suddenly appeared in the air even forced out the figure hidden in the wind!

This move is the first sword of Tianwen, the eight techniques of Tianjian. It is not in shape, so how can I examine it?

It was also the moment when that figure appeared that the breeze that passed by was like a violent huge wave. Under the traces it passed, there was a trace of imperceptible sword energy hidden!

When huge waves hit, it had formed an unparalleled storm!

Eight methods of quasi-typed·Fish leaps across the river!

boom--!

When two extremely powerful sword techniques collided, two powerful swords also rose up!

At this moment, dust was flying, and all the buildings covered by the sword light were destroyed. In the rising sand fog, Ying Tianhong and the other two were still standing there, their eyes all at the front.

"Fengmo."

Ying Tianhong took a deep breath. Even with his cunning, he could not hide the shock in his eyes at this moment.

He regarded the Forget-Wuyou Ghost Market as the enemy in the morning, naturally clearly investigated the information of the people around Qin Fan, and the information about the man who had fought with his son in front of him had been stacked into a pile in his intelligence database.

But they are all wrong.

With just one move just now, Ying Tianhong knew that all the information could be invalidated. At this time, he wanted to hang the elder who was investigating the information in Zhudaotang directly!

"How is that possible!"

What is more difficult to accept than Ying Tianhong is Ying Wuque. He knew that his side had been in a trap before, but although he was nervous, he was not so excited.

But now the red-sleeved knife he held in his hand began to tremble slightly.

Ying Wuque widened his eyes and carefully identified the man in black clothes and a cold-looking face in front of him, focusing on the blade holding him in front of him.

The knife is slightly shorter, the blade is ink black, and a silver light appears on the edge of the blade, reflecting a cold moonlight, just like a noble young man wearing a long black suit and drinking casually under the moon.

At this moment, he blurted out subconsciously:

"What a handsome knife."

After realizing it, he remembered the comments of the Red-Sleeve Knife when he was fighting with Feng Mo.

【Your knife is beautiful.】

Yes, only a real swordsman will praise a knife with the purest feelings.

His eyes are similar to Feng Mo at that time. There is no so-called greed or desire, but there is just a kind of appreciation of swordsmen when they see the peerless treasure sword.

He should have thought of it long ago...

Feng Mo, who was standing alone in front of the four people, did not say a word. His body bent slightly and his short sword hung across his chest. The wind blew violently around him, and the roaring tornado was attacking his target!

At the same time, Feng Mo stepped on his right foot, and the aroused wave of air surged. His elegant body technique turned into afterimage. When he swept upwards, the quick and cruel sword light hid in the wind and sand, hitting Ying Tianhong's neck!

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding -!

The rapid pace and staggered figures then turned into ubiquitous storms!

Small Breaking Knife Step - Killing and Breaking Dreams!

Accompanied by the crisp sound of metal and iron fighting, the two figures escaped from the sight of the elders of Wanpo Palace at an extremely fast speed, Jiang Zhiyun and Ying Wuque!

All they could vaguely detect was two terrifying sword momentums that were constantly increasing!

"Senior, Elder Jiang, don't you go to help your father?"

Ying Wuque's eyes were filled with extreme desire. He wanted to witness the battle with his own eyes. At this moment, he even forgot his situation.

He just felt that as a swordsman, if he could not see this peak battle belonging to a swordsman, it would be the last thing he regrets in his life!

At the same time, he also knew that with his strength, he was not even qualified to watch the game...

Just looking at the moment when the flying rocks accidentally entered the range of the two, they turned into dissipated powder. Ying Wuque knew very well that if he rushed forward recklessly, the same result would be the same.

He was not afraid of death. What he was afraid of was that before he saw the confrontation between the two, he was chopped into pieces by the scattered sword energy.

It is obvious that Ying Wuque's words are excited, and even desperately fanatic.

After the Great Elder of Wanpo Palace and Jiang Zhiyun looked at each other, they shook their heads together.

Then the two did not explain to Ying Wuque, but began to exchange the information they had just found.

"A barrier is arranged here, which is constantly weakening our mental power, and at the same time it also catalyzes a poisonous gas attached to our bodies. Once we are injured, we will be eroded by this poison."

The elder of Wanpo Palace took out a medicine bottle, took one of them first, poured out two and handed them to Jiang Zhiyun and Ying Wuque.

Jiang Zhiyun got the pill, looked it carefully, swallowed it directly, and then said:

"Just just now, I turned into a thought blade with my mental power. While the hall master was fighting with Feng Mo, I directly attacked the sky, but it was wiped out by an invisible barrier.

This is not something you mentioned that the barrier can resist. I suspect that a stronger defensive barrier or trapping array is arranged outside this barrier!

And our enemies…”

When he said this, Jiang Zhiyun and the elder of Wanpo Palace suddenly held their breath and looked at the direction where the fog gathered again with a serious expression.

[There is no hidden trampling on the mountain without corpses, the past is like a illusion; the lonely crying and sad shadow falling into the water, and the nirvana without birth.]

The moment the poem horn sounded, a violent sword energy rushed towards the location where the three of them were like a giant flame dragon!

"This power...I'll do it!"

The Great Elder of Wanpo Palace knew that he had to deal with it, because the most yang and strong sword energy could only be eliminated by using feminine kung fu to eliminate it!

Then the great elder saw the true energy surged all over his body, and his skin was like a dead tree at this moment!

At the same time, a gust of Qi burst out from his body. When it collided with the sword light, 70% of its power had been dissolved, and only 30% of its power was crushed by the elder's bare hands!

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I heard that the Great Elder of Wanpo Palace erased all the hidden dangers in the "Dry Wood Magical Art" of the Earth-level and improved it to the Heaven-level. Now it seems that it is indeed extraordinary."

[The Dead Wood Magic Art comes from the ancient "Huanhua Sword Record" and is one of the seven great magical skills that have been passed down for a long time. Those who practice this magical skills have completely numb their seven emotions and six desires, and their actions cannot be measured by common sense.

If you practice until 70% or 80% of the time, your whole body is as good as wood. Ordinary swords and swords will not hurt him. If you practice until you are successful, your treasures will not be damaged.

Moreover, the recoil of martial arts contains feminine power. The feminine energy condensed by the Dead Wood Magical Art is extremely vicious. Even if a first-class expert is accidentally touched, he will unconsciously find out. Ordinary warriors will die when they touch it. There is no luck at all.]

Shui Nisheng's figure walked out of the fog, and the elders of Wanpo Palace and Jiang Zhiyun looked at the person with serious expressions.

He looked a little down in gray clothes. Although his face was handsome, his stubborn figure with different lengths made him feel indescribable decadence.

But when the two of them looked at each other, all the impression tags that appeared in their minds were erased.

Because they are eyes that are completely inconsistent with their appearance and temperament, revealing their love for life and hope for the future.

But then the two of them looked more and more serious.

Because when the man in gray raised his sword and pointed it, he became a sword, a powerful divine sword that emerged from Nirvana under the volcanic lava!

Shui Nisheng did not have weapons. With the current foundation of the Ghost Market, he could create a ten or eight-handled earth-level magic weapon for him, and throw it away one by one.

But Shui Nisheng refused. He practiced "Tianjue Sword Qi" and had already condensed himself into a sword that was not afraid of any magic weapon in the world!

When he continues his vitality and cuts off his retreat, any spiritual soldier will be injured by his special Tianjue sword intent when he reaches his hands.

At this time, the great elder of Wanpo Palace took out a pair of iron gloves from the space ring, and the moment the gloves were taken out, poisonous gas was emitted to the surroundings.

But after it was put on, the poisonous gas spontaneously merged into the gloves, and a blue light appeared on the back of his hand.

Unlike Feng Mo, Shui Nisheng seemed to be much better at talking. Although his right hand was always in the shape of a sword finger and his body was constantly gathering an unparalleled sword intent, his expression asked curiously.

"The Green Demon Hand that has reached the Heavenly Level, right?"

The great elder of Wanpo Palace looked a little gloomy. After the battle between good and evil came to an end, he did not show up in the world.

Whether it is the "Dry Wood Magic" that has been improved in the past ten years, or the Qing Demon Hand who was promoted to the Heavenly Level some time ago, it is his trump card.

But now the enemy in front of him mercilessly exposed it.

Then there is only one result, thanks to his slightest fantasy before.

"Shi Liusie! Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing!"

He didn't pay attention to Shui Nisheng, but suddenly shouted loudly after completely locking the other party with his mental power.

Shui Nisheng shook his head helplessly.

"Do you want to wait for his response to judge his position by judging him?"

The eyes of the Great Elder of Wanpo Palace were filled with gloom. Not only did he want to judge the location of the Shi Liusie Scorpion, but he also wanted to determine which trapping array the other party used to bind them was in the treasure room!

"Tiansuo Three Talents Formation."

After Shui Nisheng looked at him, he seemed to guess what he thought and directly gave the answer.

"Master Wan Gong is one of the members who arranged this formation."

The figure of the Great Elder of Wanpo Palace flashed, and this result was undoubtedly the worst for him!

Because he knew that to establish this formation, the three parties needed to reach the same level to exert their strongest power. So how many people in the world can break through the three heavenly lock three-talent formation arranged by three monsters who reached the same level as the Shi Liu Scorpion!

"One is the Ghost Lord, and the other is who!"

Shui Nisheng seemed to have lost his patience, and the curiosity on his face also disappeared.

"I thought you would ask my name first."

The moment the words came, the sword force it condensed was like a mountain pressing towards the three of them!

The elder of the Wanpo Poison Palace condensed his fist strength and used the power of the blessing of the Green Demon Hand to smash it with one punch!

"Yes! That's it!"

Shui Nisheng took a deep breath. He was silent for thirty years and was controlled like a doll for thirty years. At this moment, he was eager to fight, a battle that was both a difference of both a difference and a life and death!

There are few warriors who can break through to the great masters, who are not martial arts illegitimate. They explore the peak of the martial arts path and understand the surprises and touches that martial arts bring to them along the way!

It is Shui Nishen who first embarked on this path to survive, and eventually became addicted to the charm of martial arts.

Dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong dong, dong dong, dong dong dong.

At this moment, he could clearly hear his heart beating vigorously and rapidly, and what followed was the true energy of his wedding dress that burst out without reservation!

boom--!

The terrifying hot waves instantly submerged the three of them. They seemed to see a figure walking towards them step by step in the hot sea of ​​fire!

Then Shui Nisheng's sword was directed, and a splash of red sword energy beams had completely locked the three of them!

"Who are you!"

Seeing that the other party had revealed his true strength and barely defeated the sword energy, the elder of Wanpo Palace finally remembered to ask the other party’s name!

"Water is born."

As the words fell, the water Nirvana, which emitted the true energy of the Supreme Yang, was like a falling sun falling toward the three!

"You guys retreat!"

The elder of the Wanpo Palace, the Killing Wood magic skill, reached its limit. The impact force bursting around him first defeated Jiang Zhiyun and Ying Wuque, and then gathered the poisonous power of his fists and blasted out!

boom--!

The battle between the two swords not far away, and even the outbreak at this moment was even more victorious!

I saw a terrifying wave of air mixed with hot true energy and strange poison gas spreading to all directions, and the magic mist that had just gathered was also directly defeated.

Jiang Zhiyun, who had just retreated to a ruin, immediately gathered his sword to block the strong impact brought by this aftermath!

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Young Master, are you okay!"

When he turned around, he saw Ying Wuque's figure disappearing.

This made him a little confused. He was shocked by the Great Elder of Wanpo Palace just now, and he kept holding Ying Wuque's arm. It really took less than three seconds for him to let go. How could someone have been in such a short time...

No, it is possible...

At this moment, Jiang Zhiyun's whole body was soaked in cold sweat. He knew that after breaking through to the Grand Master, it could be said that it would take one step by one. He did not realize that he could only say that the person who took action in secret was too strong, so strong that he could not deal with it!

After he took a few deep breaths, Jiang Zhiyun, who was already calm, sensed that his mental power had been weakened to a certain extent.

From Feng Mo's appearance, it was judging that the Forget-you Ghost Market had set up this bureau, and he also vaguely guessed the identity of the previous messenger!

"If you guess correctly, Zhang Yi was disguised as you were just pretending, the flowers fell in the dream and the flowers fell in the blue clouds."

At this time, the fog rose again, and a giggle sounded from the invisible depths, and with a clear sound of footsteps...

Jiang Zhiyun, who was already ready to take the knife, suddenly stopped his movements because he heard not one footstep, but two...

In the opposite direction, the depths of the fog, there was also a heavy footsteps sounding in his ears!

Gradually, the footsteps of the two merged into one, and the increasingly powerful sound seemed to be hitting Jiang Zhiyun's heart rhythmically.

Until the left, a poem sounded first.

[Silver and jade bones, I don’t know how sad autumn is, the frost hides hidden in the nine states. The golden makeup is full of snow, the flowers fall when the moon falls, and the pine and bamboo do not show their sorrows.]

At this time, Jiang Zhiyun, whose nerves were tense to the limit, finally saw clearly the figure walking out from the left. It was the flower falling in the dream he guessed. Bi Qingyun!

Then another poem sounded on the right.

[The dust returns to the dust and nowhere is there, the world is not the world and the people are alone, and the hatred remains and the hatred will never stop. Return to the world to laugh and live a crazy life.]

At this moment, Jiang Zhiyun felt the pressure doubled because he saw the appearance of the person walking out from the right, and also recognized the identity of the person through the information he learned in the Casting Sword Hall.
Chapter completed!