[Nine-Curved Yellow River Sutra] is a technique practiced by the Xuantian Sword Sect and the inner disciples. After the completion of the process, the Nine-Curved Yellow River is contained, and the water waves of the Yellow River are all over the world! The power that bursts into the sword intent should not be underestimated!
In addition to the [Nine-Curved Yellow River Sutra], there are many techniques that can be practiced by inner disciples, but none of them are more suitable for [Nine-Curved Yellow River Sutra]. This technique of practitioners has endless water in the Yellow River and endless internal strength!
Of course, Han Fei is an exception. His physique makes him unable to practice any exercise in the early stage except for the One Qi Hunyuan Gathering Technique. Only when Han Fei can break through the boundaries of cultivators, reach the level of heavenly law, and consolidate inside and outside, can he practice other methods in the world.
At this time, when he saw the inner disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect being bullied, Han Fei frowned and looked at the opposite side of the man. He couldn't help but curl his lips slightly. The man was no one else, but Zhang Zhaozhong! A disciple of the Cangsheng Sect, Zhang Zhaozhong!
Looking back, it seems that what happened yesterday.
Han Fei had just come out of the palace of Jiuhui, and was blocked by the people from the Cangsheng Sect. Then he met Zhang Zhaozhong who came to avenge the people from the Cangsheng Sect. If he hadn't been saved by Lang Xingkong, who had revealed his strangeness all over his body, Han Fei would have been dead for more than three years.
"Cangsheng Sect... I haven't met it for a long time!"
Han Fei sneered in his heart and glanced at Zhang Zhaozhong. Apart from the people from the Cangsheng Sect, the most eye-catching one with Zhang Zhaozhong is a woman in green. This woman is beautiful but has a cold look. This indifference is not just about others. Even Zhang Zhaozhong, who is standing beside her, can't get a smile from her.
"This woman doesn't seem to be from the Cangsheng Sect, who is? Why is she with Zhang Zhaozhong?"
Han Fei was muttering in his heart, but he heard the cold voice of Zhang Zhaozhong in his ears: "I don't even look at who I am, I dare to look at Miss Wenren!"
"I just looked at her and you were going to attack me. Don't bully people too much!"
The disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect shouted coldly.
"What's wrong with bullying you? So what about Xuantian Sword Sect? If you have the ability, let your sect leader take me down!" Zhang Zhaozhong laughed loudly, looking wild and proud.
"Damn it!" Han Fei curled his lips, curled his fingers slightly, and flicked his hand!
"Who?" Zhang Zhaozhong's cultivation is not weak. He was already a master of the Three Yuan Xuan Shen Realm three years ago. Although Han Fei's finger was secret, he could not hide it from Zhang Zhaozhong's sense. With a casual wave, the record of the rise and fall of the people made a "buzzing" sound, and a transparent wall suddenly floated up in the space in front of him.
bump!
It seemed as if something hit the wall, making a crackling sound, obviously blocking it.
However, before Zhang Zhaozhong could laugh proudly, Miss Wenren had already reached out to take Zhang Zhaozhong backwards. Then, she saw an extremely sharp roar in the air. The next moment, a small wind ball appeared on the wall, rolled up, and burst out infinite sword intent.
Crack Crack Crack!
The wall made an overwhelming sound. In just one moment, the wall turned into powder, and the crazy sword intent swept across the body in an instant.
At this time, Miss Wenren just pulled Zhang Zhaozhong away, and at the same time she collapsed one foot and shook her palm gently!
Buzz!!!
With a buzzing sound, as if it was the sound of a sword blasting, the bursting sword intent was instantly blocked by this palm.
"Oh?" Han Fei smiled slightly, this palm was very interesting.
The woman's palm was hit with a steel wire and iron-like artistic conception. Although it was not revealed in the world, it was shocking enough.
"Didn't this woman grow up with iron?" Han Fei sighed in his heart, looked at the disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect who had left, so he simply ignored it.
However, Zhang Zhaozhong originally wanted to show off in front of the beauty, but inexplicably encountered such a situation. His old face was completely lost and he roared: "Who is it? Who is sneak attacking me? If you have the guts, stand up for me!"
Faced with such provocation, Han Fei didn't even care. This Zhang Zhaozhong once gave Han Fei a very terrifying feeling. Now it seems that this person's strength and character are just like this!
If you are proud, you will be crazy. Such a person will never be able to become a great person. No wonder he was at the Sanyuan Xuanshen Realm three years ago. Now he is still at the Sanyuan Xuanshen Realm and has not made any progress at all. Now, he can't even resist his own sword energy, and he has long been a waste.
Thinking of this, Han Fei couldn't help but think of the wandering wandering.
In the past three years, there was no news about this person. It seemed that a person who appeared out of thin air and disappeared out of thin air.
Who is this person? What is the relationship with his cheap old master? Is he really his senior brother?
Han Fei was inexplicably in his heart. The past came to his mind, but it was pressed down again. No matter who the rogue was, he would always know in the future. It would be useless to think more now.
On the other side, Zhang Zhaozhong shouted for a long time but no one came forward, and in the end he had to leave it alone, but this guy's face was completely wiped out.
At this moment, a black light rose into the sky, and a rumbling sound came from the ground, as if a huge monster was turning over underground, trying to get up from underground.
Most of the people present were monks, and the people in the martial arts world were on the periphery. When they saw such a scene, a few timid and afraid of death among the monks immediately flew into the air. Many martial arts people could not stand firmly and all fell to the ground.
Han Fei stood on the ground with his feet as if he had fallen to the ground and took root, without any wavering. He looked at the middle of the crowd with his eyes brightly and saw a black stone tablet slowly drilling out of the ground, huge and huge!
The thickness of this stone tablet is ten meters, and the height is fifty meters between vertical and horizontal lines and thirty or forty meters.
Above the stone tablet, it is written in an extremely ancient text: The tomb of the Emperor of Qin!
These three words are full of infinite mystery and are full of murderous intent!
A shrill scream came from the center of the crowd. Someone could not bear the huge pressure brought by the words and instantly exploded and died.
The monk next to him who was originally resisting the three words "Pants" were also implicated and died even after exploding.
Within twenty meters of the inner circle, there was an instant bloody blood. The death of the monk was extremely tragic, with blood and blood flying all over the sky. In the blink of an eye, he died completely. Within twenty meters of the stone tablet, nothing was seen, only blood and minced meat were left.