He Taifu has been awarded the title of Sword Saint by the Qinglong Dynasty for more than 30 years, although now because of the reverse life curse, the martial arts cultivation has stagnated, and it is even worse than more than ten years ago.

Wufu from the quenching realm is to forge their own bloodline, and then to the realm of Dapan Wufu, it is aimed at tempering their own state of mind, this was once known as the sword saint He Tai idiot, although the martial arts cultivation is now far from this hundred miles of heroes, but the experience of fighting with people is very rich,

He knew in his heart that although he was already at the end of the strong crossbow, in the face of a hundred miles of heroic wind that was cultivated by the Seven Pillars of the Great Pan, he had no reason to be turbulent, firstly, he was in the eleventh indomitable state of mind of the martial arts, and secondly, Chang Ying was even more shocked by the mother, and it was the righteous daughter who was taken in by Han Shen back then, regardless of the relationship between this woman and the current emperor, this time it was also necessary to save it, he was an old man who stayed in Qingzhou City was just an agreement with Song Tai, and he could not leave at will, he naturally remembered the Sword Saint Gate in his heart, and he was even more ashamed of the Sword Saint Gate, if he hadn't come out to give Han Shen a fair word, he would not have affected the sect, even made himself trapped in Qingzhou City for many years, in exchange for the peace of the Sword Saint Gate,

The black clouds in the air rolled, and the air machines were pulled by the old man on the ground, and the thunderclouds in the air rumbled, and the air was even more sultry, and this side of the land was just a range of this backyard.

But it was the frightened Baili Xiongfeng's heart and liver were also trembling, no matter how much this He Taifeng was also a figure in the previous generation, he could give the Qinglong Dynasty a martial artist who was named a sword saint, how many people can there be in this world,

Before, this old man was like a fool, no matter whether this person was real or fake, he would also find a reason to compete with this old sword saint today, such a whetstone is not so common,

As for the woman who was already frightened and godless on the ground, he didn't even look at it.

In my heart, I am sure that the strength of the whole body is already very circulating, and the body is rushing in the air.

He is also a bold and careful guy, since he has torn his face with this He Tai Idiot, he naturally no longer shows mercy,

The two fists blasted out, and went straight to the face of He Taifu, but it was the extremely explosive boxing method practiced by the mad bull, and the hands were wrapped with a touch of brilliance, and the qi on the two fists was even more pure and very, compared to the mad bull used out, although there was no perverse in the momentum, but the strength of the two fists was much stronger than the mad bull,

As soon as this hundred miles of heroics is a killer move, it must be done with a punch to He Taifu, who has stood inexplicably for a long time.

He was originally a perverse person, and his ruthlessness in his heart can be seen.

He Taifu just closed his eyes, his hands folded on his chest, but the posture was uncommon, and the qi that led to the other side of the ground in his mouth and nose was running, all running towards his nostrils, and the upper clouds seemed to be pulled by the old man on the ground, constantly changing shapes, and the rumbling thunder was becoming more and more rapid.

He didn't look at the rushing Baili Xiongfeng, but Ling Baili Xiongfeng was very surprised, his fists had already sealed all the directions that the old man could dodge, but they were still bombarded in the air.

I saw that Mrs. He was still breathing and breathing on her own, and her body was like a leaf floating in the wind, but she just twisted her body, and she had already dodged the bombardment of the two fists of the hundred miles of mighty wind.

The body drifted backwards, and it was already a dozen steps away,

Baili Xiongfeng looked at the wine gourd that was still dripping and spinning on the ground, sighed in his heart, and stepped on the wine gourd with one foot, and crushed it desperately, but it was just an ordinary wine gourd like an iron lump, but it flashed to the side, but he never gave his big foot a kick, and he didn't know how many mysteries the wine gourd was given to the means that can be called random control of square inches.

If he carries a sword in his hand, how can he work hard to deal with this He Taifu, although he usually cultivates the Guiyuan sword technique, but he can't use the Guiyuan sword qi with his bare hands, but he can't be compared with the old man He who exudes a vigorous sword intent all over his body.

After a while, the flowing clouds above the sky dispersed, and the thunderous roar in the clear night sky dispersed, and a white breath visible to the naked eye was inhaled from the nostrils of He Taiyi.

His eyes opened suddenly, but the essence of those eyes was like a night pearl in the dark night, the golden light was folded, and there was still a layer of purple light condensed on his face, but it was extremely dazzling in the eyes of the hundred miles of majestic wind.

But if you go to feel this He Tai's idiot's martial arts cultivation, now it is already the fifth level of cultivation of Dapan.

Baili Xiongfeng was surprised, and said with a smile, "It is indeed old and immortal, and you have some skills to press the bottom of the box, I saw that purple qi appeared on your face, and your strength increased in an instant, but I didn't know that you could withstand a few punches from me, if you can slaughter the former Sword Saint with your own hands today, it will be exactly what I want." ”

As he spoke, his footsteps were already moving,

On a big tree on the periphery of the Rouge Workshop, Han Li moved his buttocks and glanced at the east and east several times, and the more than a dozen roaring thunders accompanied by the diffuse clouds that inexplicably appeared in the air reminded him of a memory.

He muttered to himself, "You are not ashamed to be stupid, have you also moved, and I don't know if there is anyone else in Qingzhou City who can force you to attract the vitality into the body, I think you also used this trick back then, and in the end, it was not for the sword qi consumed by the monk who crossed the catastrophe and could not control it, which made me Han Li plant the reverse life curse that has plagued Lao Tzu for many years, do you still think that there is only pain, even I, the person who personally cursed it, is not human-like to torture that thing." ”

The means of thundering on the ground, he naturally remembered it vividly, and remotely sensed the flow of air in the air, isn't it the taste of He Tai's crazy sword qi, he just grinned bitterly, still staring at the two figures on the field, flying up and down.

He Taifan's hands hung down on both sides, although the purple qi on his face was like an immortal, but he sighed in his heart, or useless, thinking that at the beginning, his own purple qi came from the east, but he could make his own martial arts cultivation in an instant break through a realm in the time of a stick of incense, if it wasn't for the skill of the big mudra in the hands of the monk who had been practiced to enter the realm, it was even more for many martial artists who rose up together to chase and intercept them to continue to exhaust their strength, and they would not have been hit by the means of Han Li,

Although the martial arts cultivation has suddenly entered the five-fold cultivation of the Great Pan, it is still two times away from the hundred miles of heroic wind.

Although the martial arts cultivation has risen greatly, but that body is as if it is transparent, looming, his natal sword qi is cyan, and at this time, his whole body is also wrapped in that sword qi.

As he breathed in, the cyan sword qi seemed to be breathing, light and dark.

He naturally knew in his heart that he had used a forbidden trick this time, not only could the time not be compared with his own time, but what his body could endure was not comparable to the beginning.

The cultivation of martial arts in the world is just a practice of reversing life, and it has to be controlled by this Wei Ran, and the suffering cannot be compared with the outside world.

The figure of the hundred miles of majestic wind has already rushed over on the ground, and the right force has already boomed.

In his eyes, whether it was the flow of qi or the looming body, that He Taifu seemed to have changed a person all of a sudden, but he didn't see this sword of life, and he didn't know where He Taifu, who was once known as the Sword Saint, hid that very famous long sword.

Could it be that the last killing move can't be achieved?

In his heart, he could guess that He Tai's sudden surge in cultivation must not be sustainable, and now as long as this stinky old man consumes more effort, no matter why purple qi appears on his face, this inexplicable trick will naturally dissipate.

The body didn't stop, but there was a laugh in his mouth, "He Taifu, I don't know why you were able to make your cultivation grow greatly all of a sudden, but there is a truth that everyone in the world understands, that is, there is no benefit in the world for no reason, as long as I can avoid your killing moves for a long time, in the end, you are still an old man who only has the double cultivation of Dapan." ”

He Taifu looked at the hundred miles of majestic wind that rushed over from afar, and said with a wry smile on his face, "Although you are a wicked person, but your reason is correct, there is no one-step path in this world for no reason, the cultivation of people in the world is really down-to-earth, my purple qi comes from the east, it is indeed going against the grain, but I He Taifu would rather dissolve this body, and today I will definitely pull you, the villain with wolf ambitions, into the Yellow Spring." ”

As he spoke, his body was already moving, but a white ball of light suddenly appeared on the palm of his left hand, and the figure was extremely fast, no longer blindly dodging, but taking the initiative to meet it.

Baili Xiongfeng itself has a Void Martial Soul, and in terms of light defense, it is much stronger than the mad bull of the Taiji Martial Soul.

The Void Martial Soul is able to turn the power into the void, but his body is not afraid of the force attack, and the Void Breaking Style that he has cultivated from his own martial soul can withstand the full force of the two cultivators who are higher than his own martial arts.

If it weren't for his good luck and possession of this anti-martial spirit, how could Zichuan Zhenren, who was already unkind-hearted, accept himself as a disciple?

Didn't the old Taoist covet his martial soul, but wasn't he killed by himself later?

He was already greeted with a smile on his face, but the white light cluster on He Tai's idiot hand was the fingertip thunder that he had taught Chu to be shocked before, because at this time, the true qi was condensed, but he grabbed it in his palm, and the palm directly hit the chest of Baili Xiongfeng,

A black circle of light rippled out in all directions,

Baili Xiongfeng, who was originally confident in his heart, had a painful look on his face.

He didn't know that this He Tai Idiot was the Destiny Sword Soul, and the ball wrapped in the light was the Natal Sword Qi.

The white light cluster was hidden in the chest of Baili Xiongfeng, but it was a series of sword qi that wantonly destroyed in all directions.

He Taifeng's two fingers were even more accurately pointed on Baili Xiongfeng's wrist, but a sword qi emanating from those two fingers shot into his wrist.

The position of his chest gave this He Tai Idiot a quick slap, although the strength of the palm was not very violent, but it was naturally able to resist it by using the Void Breaking Style, but now it was very different from what he thought in his heart.

The wrist was even more pointed at this He Taifu, but the sword qi that shot out from the old man's fingers made his wrist extremely painful.

It was already a bloody hole, and the right wrist was already dripping with blood.

The feet kept flashing back, and the chest was even more suffocating, as if there were countless swords wantonly destroying in the tendons, and his forehead was already sweating in pain.

And this hundred miles of Xiongfeng is a strong man, and the blood hole on his right wrist, which is only the size of his thumb, trickles blood, but he doesn't look at it, and he doesn't frown.

just stretched out his tongue and licked the bleeding wrist, his right fist clenched, and the vitality in his body was already gushing out,

After a few breaths, the blood on the wrist stopped, and what was even more surprising was that the injured position was gradually restored visible to the naked eye, leaving no trace at all.

He Tai Idiot on the side was also frightened, and he really couldn't understand how there could be such a recovering weird person in this world?

Baili Xiongfeng's left fist kept smashing on his chest, and it smashed straight into a bang, and after a while, it was already spewing out of his mouth a series of cyan sword qi visible to the naked eye, which gradually disappeared.

There was blood at the corner of his mouth, and he laughed, "The Sword Saint's means are indeed extraordinary, it seems that my hundred miles of strength can no longer look at you, but the strength of your hand is able to break my Void Martial Soul into the tendons and veins, and your sword qi is indeed very different from that of ordinary martial artists." ”

He Tai didn't talk to him, his feet were still in a forward posture, he looked at this hundred miles of majestic wind that could wave his hand and slap his chest position, and the thunder condensation on his fingertips was the natal sword qi that could be controlled at will,

As long as it enters the other party's body, the sword qi is going to tear the opponent's muscles and veins, this hand is used, but there are few opponents, he is too idiotic is the natal sword soul, the sword qi is like his own body, although it is pushed out from the palm of his hand, but the sword qi is able to obey his orders,

At this time, the hundred miles of majestic wind can actually toss out the sword qi with a few punches, but this person's body refining is not much worse than that King Kong's real body.

He counted the time in his heart, but his transparent and looming body was a little lighter, the figure was faster, his hands were in the shape of two fingers, but two sword qi shot out from between his fingers in an instant,

The sword qi was pulled between his fingers, and with two snorts, it was already inserted into Baili Xiongfeng's shoulders. 166 Reading Network