The underground palace collapsed, and in the middle of the desert, a large and obvious crater appeared.

In the secret room.

Li Qifeng sat quietly cross-legged, and the boulder that collapsed completely blocked his way, making it impossible for him to get out.

After trying several times in a row, Li Qifeng tried to open the exit with brute force, but it was still in vain, and it took a lot of heart.

Holding back his temperament, Li Qifeng began to think of other methods.

After thinking about it, there is no good way for a while, and it seems that there is no better way to get out except by brute force.

But—

Li Qifeng was attracted by the font engraved on the wall, and Zhou Qinghuang adjusted the words on the wall in order to reduce Li Qifeng's vigilance, and the complete swordsmanship was displayed in front of Li Qifeng, and there was more than one set.

When he was in the Sword Sect, Li Qifeng's meridians were blocked, and he could not derive internal force, so he could only enter the library every day and rack his brains to memorize various swordsmanship, and then carefully figure out the artistic conception of the swordsmanship in the cultivation method of the swordsmanship...... After opening up the meridians, Li Qifeng could start cultivating, and he tried to fuse the various swordsmanship in his mind, cutting down the complicated and simplifying, and emitting more powerful power.

From refining the body realm to entering the realm of heaven and man, Li Qifeng has continuously integrated all kinds of complex swordsmanship, from complex moves to teasing, plucking, picking, and wiping...... and other simple moves, a sword move is integrated into various changes, and there is strength in simplicity.

At this moment—

Looking at the swordsmanship recorded on the wall, there is a great similarity with the sight of his own cultivation pursuit, but it also makes him feel empowered, and thinks of his own shortcomings - he pursues the simplicity of swordsmanship in the process of integrating swordsmanship, and emphasizes the powerful power contained in one move and one style, but he has never noticed that there are millions of swordsmanship in one move, and a sword stabs out, as long as the opponent is not killed, then thousands of moves can be transformed in one swordsmanship.

Sink your mind.

Li Qifeng began to comprehend the swordsmanship on the wall.

Gradually getting better, Li Qifeng entered a mysterious realm, and in his mind, a figure kept waving his sword, evolving different moves.

……

……

The disciples of the Huangquan Sect joined in the fight.

The strong pressure felt by the Sword Sect disciples suddenly weakened a lot, and many injured Sword Sect disciples took the opportunity to withdraw, bandage their wounds, and recover their internal strength.

The body of the ascetic appeared in front of the dry barge, he has been paying attention to the development of the battle situation, whenever the disciples of the Sword Sect are completely in crisis, he is to rescue them, from the beginning to the present, the ascetic has saved more than a dozen disciples of the Sword Sect.

For the Huangquanmen disciples to join, the ascetic's expression showed a trace of doubt, and with a clear hint of jealousy in his eyes, he said in a deep voice: "Why?"

A smile appeared in the look on the dry barge, and he said, "I'm not helping you, I'm helping ourselves." ”

The dervishew said, "What do you say?"

Qianjie took a deep breath and said: "There is a killing intent hidden everywhere in the endless desert, we have entered a huge death trap from the beginning, if we want to escape, we can only join forces, so that we can completely solve the danger of the Rakshamen." ”

The dervish pondered for a moment and said, "Good—"

……

……

As the sun sets, the clouds surging in the west are dyed with a variety of colorful lights, which is beautiful and fascinating to look at.

On the yellow sand, a group of people is moving forward quickly, on the soft yellow sand, the speed of this group is very fast, almost walking like flying, every time they settle on the yellow sand, only leave a shallow footprint on the yellow sand.

On the bamboo chair, the white-clothed Rakshamen master closed his eyes and recuperated.

Soon—

The group quickly entered the ruins of the ancient kingdom of Da Li, and appeared in front of the disciples of the Jizo Gate, and the master of the Luo Sha Sect who closed his eyes and recuperated opened his eyes, and his sharp gaze fell on the people of the Jizo Gate, and he nodded with satisfaction.

"What do you want to do...... Qiu Qianzhong, don't forget, you have sworn an oath, do you want to break your promise?"

The old woman of Jizomon seems to be an old cat whose tail has been stepped on, and she makes a sharp sound.

The white-robed man sitting on the bamboo chair sat up straight, looked at the old woman, and said with a cold expression: "What is the oath...... The oath is specifically for people to break, why care about those false things, only strong strength can decide everything in this world...... Isn't it?"

The white-haired old woman's expression suddenly became extremely ugly, and at this moment she realized what a stupid mistake she had made, bringing the people of Jizomon into a desperate situation, and she couldn't help but think of the words of the dry barge, if it weren't for her own stubbornness, then things wouldn't have developed so badly.

"You're going to kill my Jizo Sect?"

The white-haired old woman asked in a solemn tone.

The white-robed man shook his head and said, "Now is not the time to kill you. ”

The white-haired old woman said loudly, "Then what do you want to do?"

The white-robed man's expression was extremely stiff, and he said in a calm tone, "Take you to a place." ”

The white-haired old woman spoke up: "I refuse." ”

The white-robed man said loudly: "I can't help you refuse. ”

The white-haired old woman's expression became gloomy and terrifying, and a powerful power erupted from her body, and she was responsible for the mistakes she had made.

The white-robed man looked at the white-haired old woman calmly, shook his head, and said, "I advise you to give up...... Your struggle seems futile. ”

As soon as the white-haired old woman's body moved, a powerful power erupted from her body, and with a movement of her right hand, a cold light splashed out from her palm.

The wide robe moved, swept out.

The cold light all returned to silence and fell to the yellow sand.

Seeing that her hidden weapon could not hurt the white-robed man, the white-haired old woman's hands rolled with strong power and slapped them out with one palm.

"I'm really annoyed. ”

A soft voice came out of the mouth of the white-robed man, the wide sleeves moved again, and the violent wind blew out, sweeping towards the white-haired old woman's palm with brutal force.

Boom Boom –

A huge burst of sound erupted.

The white-haired old woman's body couldn't help but fly backwards.

Her body trembled, a mouthful of blood spurted out involuntarily, the white-haired old woman's expression became pale, and her breath became extremely sluggish.

"You-"

The white-haired old woman's expression became a little frightened.

She clearly felt that the internal force in her body had become extremely obscure, and her body seemed to be imprisoned by a huge iron chain, and she couldn't move at all, not even her hands.

"It's despicable—"

The white-haired old woman roared sharply.

(End of chapter)