Inside the house, a man and a woman were standing, two people with different positions were opposed, and the martial arts realm unfolded at the same time, and the completely different martial arts comprehensions allowed them to sketch out very different martial arts realms.

Where the woman in white was, a hundred flowers were born from the ground under her feet, and then bloomed, competing for beauty, and all of them were in full bloom in a blink of an eye. The fragrance of flowers fills the garden, attracting colorful butterflies to fly with them, and the gurgling water is like the sound of nature. The woman in white stepped in, like a fairy, fluttering out of the dust, lingering in the fairyland of the world without returning to the sky.

The dancing butterflies and blooming flowers are beautiful, just like being in a hollow valley.

Seeing this, the man in the Confucian shirt closed his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath, concentrating, and the sound of recitation came. Raising his hand, it seems that I have an invisible pen in his hand, and as his arm shakes, a picture scroll that is very different from the woman in white is sketched under his pen. The scenery in the painting is the scene of his studies.

The martial realm came in an instant, and the process seemed to be very slow, but it was only completed in the blink of an eye. And in an instant, the two scrolls collided together.

Silently, the two scrolls were shattering, and the white waterfall hanging on the top of the mountain collided with the black ink in the inkstone, and then disappeared at the same time. The hovering rainbow butterfly collided with the sheets of paper covered in text, and then vanished. The two people standing on different martial arts realms, like generals commanding thousands of armies, not only fight in artistic conception, but also compete in moves. The long sword that slashed down was like a bamboo, extremely fast, and the blade bloomed with fierce sword light. And the thatched hut collapsed silently when the two scrolls were broken. Suddenly, with a shout, the man in the Confucian shirt raised his hand, flicked away the long sword, slapped the sword rainbow with one hand, and took advantage of the momentum to punch out, like an angry Jiao smashing the yellow dragon, the woman in white skillfully turned the sword momentum, and the sword blade slashed the fierce fist.

The gold and stone clashed, and the brilliant sparks were shot, and the two of them retreated, and their energy swept out, and the things in the house were shattered by these two forces, and the debris flew. However, as if the two of them couldn't see it, the sleeves of the man in the Confucian shirt bulged with his hands, and his palms pushed out a surging force, like the water of the Nu River set off by the wind, and the water of the river was overwhelming. The woman in white focused on the sword, the long sword swayed freely, and a thousand sword shadows were stacked on the sword, cutting through the wind and waves, and the two sides came and went, agitating and horizontal.

The time sequence shifted, and the waves of the Nu River rose and fell, and finally completely suppressed the sword momentum of the woman in white, and the thousand sword shadows were submerged under the power of the sky. The man in the shirt showed a slight tiredness on his face, but, at this moment, the light flashed and danger came.

The thousand-heavy sword shadow of the woman in white converged into a line of sharp mang, and the sharp mang appeared, and the palm momentum formed by the stacked waves was cut off immediately, and the man in the Confucian shirt showed a shocked expression on his face, and the instinct of the moment of on-the-spot response was faster than the move, and he quickly rolled up his sleeves, and the bulging sleeve robe contained a strong true qi in front of him, like a copper wall and iron wall. The sharp mang on the sword slashed fiercely into the bulging sleeve robe, but he could only advance an inch. The woman in white snorted coldly, Nei Yuan poured into the sword, swirled the sword and strangled it, and in an instant, the sword soared, like an earth dragon breaking out of the ground, and the momentum was even more terrifying.

"Poof!poof!!"

The sound of the robe shattering sounded, and the rolled up sleeved robe was torn apart by the sharp sword of the woman in white, and at the same time, the martial arts realm of the two was changing, and the sword of the woman in white pierced into You Zhen's painting realm, first smashing the books that were placed, then smashing the desk, and then the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. The martial arts realm of the man in the Confucian shirt was broken, and it became even more fragmented.

The sleeve of his left arm was torn apart by the sword qi, revealing his bare arm, the scene was extremely funny, You Zhen's face was even more angry, he stomped on his feet, and a wave of qi swept out. The five fingers were spread together, like pitch-black ink, covering the sky and the sun, and grasping the fierce advancing sword. This grasp is no longer kept, under the heart of killing, the backhand twisted the sword body, the sword on the sword was broken when the sword rainbow was screwed, at the same time, a palm smashed the white-clothed woman's protective qi, the monstrous palm momentum was like Kunlun pressed the top, and hit the white-clothed woman's left shoulder, at the same time, the white-clothed woman's hollow valley orchid, the flowers withered, the stream dried up, and the emerald green martial arts realm was hit hard. The red lips of the woman in white dripped a wisp of blood, although her delicate body shook, she still did not let go of the hand holding the sword, insisted on not retreating, twisted the hilt of the sword with her wrist, and the already dim sword light rolled like a river rising water, breaking free of the palm, and the dignified sword momentum came out again, and she actually played a lifeless posture of exchanging injuries for injuries.

"I don't know how to advance or retreat, but fortunately, my stupidity will be fulfilled in the future. The man in the Confucian shirt drank coldly, but fortunately he didn't dodge, and let the sword cut a bloody mark on his body, and pushed out a palm, hitting the center of the white-clothed woman's eyebrows.

The woman in white flew out upside down, her back hit the row of bookshelves, and the bookshelves were directly shattered, her eyebrows were red, and her seven orifices were bleeding. But the sword that fell on the man in the Confucian shirt was dragged down by her, and a hideous wound extended from the left shoulder of the man in the Confucian shirt to his abdomen, which was terrifying.

And the woman in white didn't seem to realize how badly injured she was, and her delicate body remained unstable, but her empty valley orchid was already shattered at this time, the hanging waterfall was scattered, the mountain peak collapsed, and only a white plum blossom remained, which she tried her best to keep and wanted to stay, but the martial realm was no longer able to maintain it, and it was crumbling.

The two who fought for their lives to kill each other stopped, but they didn't really stop, the woman in white was stained with blood in white, which was poignant and distressing, but she never retreated half a minute. Forcibly exercising, the sword momentum is condensed more vigorously, and with a step, it is like shrinking into inches, and a swift sword is cut out.

"It's time to end" You Zhen looked at the broken picture scroll of the woman in white and said, raised his palm, and struck out with a palm, and it came first.

This palm is extremely thick, You Zhen has not even seen the bottom, and the majestic palm power took the lead in breaking through the fierce sword rainbow of the woman in white, raising his arm to shake the attacking long sword, and then attacking like a bamboo. The white-clothed woman's hollow valley orchid shattered inch by inch and turned into ashes, but her gaze was not on the person in front of her, she turned her head, because a person slowly got up from under the only remaining white plum blossom.

This is a man dressed in white like snow, he walks from the painting, his steps seem not slow, but in the blink of an eye, he has already reached the woman in white. The woman in white looked at the woman in white with an unprecedentedly shy smile, extremely sweet, as if she had seen her most beloved person.

"What person?" The man in the Confucian shirt was startled, but he quickly didn't care, because the woman in white's empty valley Youlan only had a void existence at this time, so why should he be afraid.

Soon, however, a look of shock appeared on his face as the man standing next to the woman in white made a move with his bare hands, and the long sword that had been knocked off the handle fell into his hand. The man in white raised his sword over the top, then swung his sword and slashed down.

The sword light was brilliant, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way pouring into the world, and this place was completely illuminated by the sword light of this sword, and this already crumbling thatched house collapsed. The woman in white took the long sword handed over, the people around her had disappeared, and the long sword was inserted into the scabbard, and the man in the Confucian shirt was still standing in place, as if he had lost his soul, and the woman in white walked next to him without realizing it.

A woman dressed in white and stained with blood disappeared here.

Two days later, when the man in the Confucian shirt was found, he had already been exhausted for a long time, and he did not have any fatal wounds on his body, but all his internal organs had been disturbed by the fierce sword qi. A promising Confucian student died in such an unknown way, which made the Confucian sect very angry, and vowed to find the murderer and let the victims rest in peace. But soon they became even more angry, because Lian San's Confucian was killed, but they were not able to catch the murderer. Moreover, not only the Confucian family suffered, but the disciples of the two Daoist families were also killed, and even the disciples of Yangjiabao and Ziyangmen were killed. Let the rivers and lakes set off an uproar, and everyone in the righteous path is in danger, and they can only pray that the ruthless person does not find them. The demon gate looked at the jokes of the righteous way, and ridiculed the righteous way for doing a lot of evil, and now he is being retaliated against. But soon, several rudders of the Demon Gate were leveled, and they slapped the Demon Gate in the face.

The disciples of the righteous path and the demon path were killed one after another, which made the entire martial arts shake, who was so bold and dared to break ground on the heads of the two Tai Sui. This made Wulin, who was not very calm, have more after-dinner conversations.

(End of chapter)