The air is heavy, the sky is cloudy, the green leaves are beginning to sprout dewdrops, and the early morning in the mountains still gives people a sense of peace and tranquility from the heart.

One by one, the insects began the day's 'livelihood', the insects and birds in the forest chirped and 'nagged' last night's sweet dreams, and the dead silence of last night began to dissipate.

A vigorous vitality returned to the earth, and the first golden rays of sunlight in the east spread on the earth, as if the earth had turned into a golden ocean.

Some unknown beasts roared one after another in the forest, and the 'paper carts and horses' at the entrance of the village had disappeared at some point.

Wu Chen slowly collected his strength after swallowing and exhaling the purple qi brought by Chaoxia, and a mouthful of white turbid qi spit out from his chest.

The bones crackled all over his body, and then he made a mistake, and a set of fierce fist techniques were used, and in an instant, the fist wind stirred and broke through the air, and a golden streamer flashed from both fists.

It is the Buddhist martial arts [King Kong Fist], from the first move [Jiaolong to the sea] to the last style [Golden Dragon Zhenhai], a total of seventy-two styles are fierce and fierce.

One move and one style show strength and strength, and with Wu Chen's innate divine power, it is really a rare opponent in the same level, but when the [King Kong Fist] is finished, the move of raising his hand changes.

Suddenly changed to another kind of soft palm again, a rigid and a soft forging body and refining bones for the king, the fierce and fierce fist method is strong, but too rigid and easy to break, Xi Gang is sad to practice soft sixty-six, practice soft and not forging is not as good as a sissy.

Martial artists are too rigid and easy to break and lose their physical potential, easy to overdraw their vitality in advance, once they are injured, they are too remorseful, too soft and weak, too soft and too soft to survive in this cruel world, so they combine rigidity and softness and then mix precious medicinal baths to become an upper-class martial artist.

After two punches, his body was full of sweat, Wu Chen moved to the ancient well, washed up, and then changed into a moon-white monk's robe and shaved his long hair, took out a pitch-black black iron arm armor from the self-sealing magic ring and buckled it on his left arm, and after three bows and nine picks at the entrance of the village, he embarked on a new journey towards the east.

At night, the crisp evening breeze gently swept through the trees, bringing the sound of salsa leaves, and a pile of flames beating in the breeze.

The crackling sound sounded in the fire, Wu Chen held a branch and thoughtlessly stirred the fire, and the heavy water-mill Zen staff was also jockeying and beating in the wind.

The cold and solemn night brought a different feeling with the fluctuation of the breeze, and a faint smell of blood blew towards Wu Chen from the wind, and his forehead wrinkled involuntarily.

With his left hand, he pulled two long sticks of firewood from the pyre and threw them forward, and the two sticks of firewood were planted cross-tapped on the ground, and then he took out a burning firewood from the fire and threw it under the cross-firewood, and then there was no other movement.

Not long after, two young men, a man and a woman, staggered to the light body method, and the young man in the light blue robe was clutching his broken left arm.

Holding a dark blue long sword in his right hand, and another woman was also covered in blood and tattered clothes, carrying a broken long sword, the two glanced at each other, looking at the monk in moon-white monk robes next to the fire in front of them.

A wave of hope surged into his heart, and he accelerated his pace towards the direction of the fire, Wu Chen shook his head when he saw this, and a surging energy erupted.

The two of them saw that they were about ten feet away from hope, but they were ruthlessly poured a basin of cold water by reality, and the thick warning in the burst of strength was already self-evident, seeing that there were two firewood on fire standing in front of the face roots, the unwillingness in the eyes of the two was even stronger.

"Senior, my senior brother and I are the disciples of the elder of the White Stone Sword Sect, and we have been chased and killed by gangsters to this point, I hope that my senior can raise my hand to rescue him, and I and my senior brother will be grateful after returning to the mountain gate to tell the master. The bloodied woman asked.

"Senior, I am Mo Yan, the young master of the East China Sea Mo Family Commercial Bank, if you rescue me today, I will be the permanent guest of my Mo style trading house, and I hope that my predecessor will save our lives in the face of my father Mo Lang, and our family will be grateful. ”

The young man saw that Wu Chen was unmoved, gritted his teeth and revealed his identity, hoping that the other party would have a place to live and scruple to rescue him, because he knew that he would not be able to go far with a broken arm.

In addition, it was not easy to meet such a person after running so far, and in this era, those who dare to go out and walk alone at night are either fools or masters.

That's why he revealed his identity, hoping that the other party could save his life in front of his father, and even help delay it, but when he saw that the other party was still motionless, his heart was suddenly ruthless.

Six masked men in black costumes slowly outflanked them, and the first one was carrying a tiger-headed golden gun, with a burly figure and steady steps.

Two people pressed on the left and right, one sword and one sword, and a man with a short spear in each hand, and the remaining two were all ordinary standard long swords and black clothes and masked clothes.

Whether it was a weapon or a dress, they couldn't tell which killer this was, and the six people saw that the monk sitting in front of the fire was not moved, and they suddenly had a plan in their hearts.

The two swordsmen made a mistake, the long sword brush shot directly, a white light flashed, and the two swords stabbed Mo Yan's neck and heart at an extremely tricky angle, but Mo Yan was also lucky to raise the sword and fight and retreat to barely resist the two swords.

And when the blood-stained girl saw this, she was about to step forward to help, when a domineering knife wind struck, and it was the knife man who made a move, and the knife man made a killing move step by step.

The woman struggled to resist, and within a few moves, she was slashed all over her body by the swordsman, while the other swordsman and the double gunman were staring at the flaws in their moves, but Mo Yan saw that the burly gunman opened his posture and was gathering momentum.

"Senior Brother Yuelun, these people have taken the bait, they are already the last wave of people, kill them, and no one will know that you have obtained the [Black Water Ba Skill]. ”

Mo Yan hurriedly said, after finishing his words, a jade book was thrown towards Wu Chen, and everyone watched as the jade book fell not far from Wu Chen's feet, and the two gunmen and the remaining swordsmen rushed towards Wu Chen.

Just when everyone was paying attention to the whereabouts of the jade book, the burly man moved, and his figure disappeared in an instant, and Mo Yan looked at the disappeared big man's right hand and shook.

The figure of the woman who was fighting with the swordsman couldn't help but rush towards Mo Yan, and even the swordsman cut off her right hand and pounced in front of Mo Yan regardless of it, and there was a loud bang, a long spear pierced the woman's back, and the snowy spear head stabbed Mo Yan's chest, and blood dripped down the body of the gun and fell to the ground...

Unwilling love, gentle hatred, turned into a sad eye staring at Mo Yan, and for Mo Yan, the severe pain of not dying is compared with a useless person.

If it is useless, it is naturally discarded, his own life and death are the king's way, and he doesn't care about anything else, he doesn't have to care, as long as he survives, he has done it as the young master of the [Black Water Baxia Gong] sect of the Black Water Palace.

Thinking of this, his right hand grabbed the body of the gun and pulled it out hard, regardless of the thin blood sprayed or slapped the chest, the speed was like a sharp arrow shot directly into a bloody light and flew away, and then the burly gunner, swordsman, swordsman and swordsman chased after each other...

And the double gunman who rushed towards Wu Chen also arrived in front of Wu Chen, and Yuguang glanced at the water mill Zen staff that was still inserted in the ground and did not move, without saying a word, a shot in his right hand stabbed Wu Chen through the fire.

At the last moment, a right hand shining with golden light grabbed the short gun, and the two gunmen met the condensed and murderous eyes at this time, and the coldness in the eyes penetrated through the bottom of his heart.

only heard a loud shout, and the remaining two swordsmen subconsciously paused, only to see a golden left fist hit the chest of the double gunman, just a [Jiaolong out of the sea].

The twin gunmen's bodies fell to the side like rag dolls, and then there was no sound, and the two swordsmen, who were still preparing to step forward, began to look at each other cautiously.

Seeing that the two of them were not moving, Wu Chen pulled out his lunge and fists, and the two swordsmen were really angry, and the two sharp swords stabbed Wu Chen directly.

However, Wu Chen was on his left arm, only a metallic sound was heard, and the sword body was not pierced by the body, leaving only a white mark, but Wu Chen's right fist was a [Dragon Top Corner] directly hit the swordsman.

Seeing this, another visitor changed his stab to teasing, slashing at Wu Chen's eyes, seeing this extreme move, Wu Chen's short body lowered his head, and when the sword body turned into a forehead, his right fist hit another swordsman.

I saw that the swordsman fell to the side in an instant, and there was no sound, and the other swordsman was about to crack when he saw this, but he didn't prevent Wu Chen from stepping on the gossip, and in an instant, he hit him with a knee in an instant, and the only remaining swordsman also softened his body.

After a period of fruitless groping, he picked up the jade book with his Zen staff and strode away.

He didn't know that because he turned to practice the night before, a blood-colored demon star crossed the sky, and the forces of all parties began to make their own layouts, and this originally peaceful world was finally stirred up by a small pebble to ripple, whether this ripple turned into a monstrous wave that swept the world and the world, or turned into a calm lake again...

The coast of the East China Sea

A huge golden ship broke through the waves, a blue flag shook violently, a young man in a white boy suit stared at the looming land of Shenzhou with his hands, the lightning mark in the center of his eyebrows flickered, and behind him stood an old man holding a magic staff, the old man's bare right arm was engraved with complex and strange spells, but in his bright eyes were three blood-colored hooks.

A group of mysterious visitors from the East China Sea arrived at Datang on a golden giant ship.

On the other side, in the distant Han Empire, a majestic middle-aged man led a team of nearly 100 people who also came directly to the Central Domain, and the middle-aged man was followed by four young people who stood out from the crowd.

One is burly and domineering, riding a black tiger with four palms on the blazing fire, and the other is tall and modest, riding a white dragon horse.

The dragon horse galloped effortlessly, and another red-faced man, tall and tall with a tiger's back and a pair of eyes that stood out from the crowd, the remaining young man was riding a gray and white donkey with three huge turnips hanging from its head.

The donkey was stupid and tried to eat the radish and ran wildly, but the elegant young man who rode the donkey was sleepy-eyed and poured wine into his mouth.

The people passing by looked at the flaming red dragon flag in the distance and sighed with infinite emotion.

The domineering Han Empire is also in a hurry to go somewhere...