In the martial arts of the Central Plains, it has always been respected by "two saints and three sects, seven swords and eight families, and ten gangs". This is a well-known fact.

Among them, the two holy places have always adhered to the way of seclusion, and will never easily interfere in the affairs of the red dust. The three papal sources are semi-official in nature, and they generally do not ask about the affairs of the rivers and lakes. The eight great families each have their own side and have limited influence on the martial arts in the world. The top ten gangs are more like a plate of loose sand, usually only focusing on their own interests, and rarely preside over any martial arts justice.

There are only seven major sword sects, which not only open the mountain gate to recruit disciples, but also have many sect members walking on the rivers and lakes. Therefore, he has always been the pillar of the righteous path in the martial arts.

Even though the Seven Great Sword Sects have become more and more conservative in recent years, they have blindly clinged to their inadequacies, so that their influence has been declining. But the hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, and the attitude of the ordinary Jianghu people towards the Seven Great Sword Sects still maintains enough respect and awe.

Cheng Li didn't have much ill feeling towards the Seven Great Sword Sects themselves. Even because of various coincidences, the two sides have repeatedly clashed, and even fought each other. But Cheng Li doesn't think they're bad guys. Therefore, when he made a move before, Cheng Li always had leeway, even if he defeated the heads of the four major sword sects, he did not kill him.

Of course, Shangguan Feipeng, the head of Kunlun, is an exception. This person has always coveted the glazed treasure that Cheng Li obtained in the "Cave Heaven Blessed Land". Do everything possible to provoke several other leaders to deal with Cheng Li together. So Cheng Li didn't show mercy to him anymore.

But killing is killing, and Cheng Li left a whole corpse for the head of Kunlun after all. At that time, Cheng Li could not have imagined that not only would the head of Kunlun still be unable to keep a whole corpse in the end, but even the heads of the three major sword sects, such as Kongtong, Qingcheng, and Emei, were all cut off and thrown together in this wilderness as sacrifices.

"Oh, these four heads are the heads of the four major sword sects of Kunlun, Kongtong, Qingcheng, and Emei?"

Li Yanzhou narrowed his eyes slightly, subconsciously moved his ten fingers, and made a crackling sound of "crackling~". He took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Brother Yi, this person is handed over to me to deal with." Do you want to look around and see if there's anything out of the ordeal?"

Cheng Li bowed his head slightly and took a few steps back. Immediately, the spiritual power was released, and the entire space within a radius of several miles was included in the net. Any ghosts that lurk in the darkness (if they exist) will never escape the watchful eye of the process.

Li Yanzhou snorted softly, and his fists were struck together in the chest, and he burst out with a sonorous sound of "dang~". "The first punch in the world" shouted: "Who are you? Take off the hat!"

The reason why I say this is only because the hat worn on the head of the black-clothed monk cannot actually be said to be a hat, but is similar to the form of a bamboo basket, which is buckled upside down on the head.

In this way, no matter how the black-clothed monk ran and jumped, this strange-looking hat would definitely not fall. Naturally, the true face of the black-clothed monk Lushan was also hidden behind the hat. No matter how sharp Li Yanzhou and Cheng Li's eyes were, they couldn't see it clearly.

"Ho~"

The black-robed monk let out a long breath and reached out to grab the ground. "Choking~" There was a soft sound, and a pitch-black slender cane immediately jumped into his hand. The black-clothed monk took his cane and slammed it to the ground. He said slowly in a hoarse voice: "This, the four heads, they are all cut off by me." They are not qualified. ”

Although the black-clothed monk spoke the language of the Central Plains. But between the words and words, it looked very jerky, and anyone who heard it immediately understood that this black-clothed monk was by no means from the Central Plains. Considering that it is currently at the time of the war between the Central Plains and Fusang, and the heads of the four major sword sects are the famous and authentic martial arts of the Central Plains. Then the identity of this black-clothed monk is about to be revealed.

Li Yanzhou snorted coldly and shouted, "Are you a widow? What qualifications are you or not? What are you talking about?"

The black-clothed monk slowly sat on his horse and sank the pile, pressing his body's center of gravity down to a very low level. Hold the cane in your left hand and carry it diagonally. The right hand hangs over the cane, half-gripped and half-open, and the posture is extremely strange.

Although Li Yanzhou is well-informed, he has never heard of a similar posture. However, a fierce and sharp murderous aura erupted through the body as the black-clothed monk took this pose, which made Li Yanzhou's skin feel a burst of paralysis, and even a faint tingling.

"The world's first punch" eyes lit up, and he said in a condensed voice: "Interesting." It seems that my fists can finally be relieved a little. ”

Cheng Li's original teacher on the martial arts, Yanagi Xuanbei, was a master of Fuso kendo. Yagyu Ershinryu is also a well-established martial arts school, which contains all aspects of swords, guns, hidden weapons, and jiu-jitsu. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the culmination of Fuso martial arts.

Therefore, once the black-clothed monk put on such a pose, Cheng immediately understood it. He said in a condensed voice: "Big brother, be careful. His posture is the posture of 'Juhe' in Fuso martial arts. In short, it is the sudden pull of the knife out of the scabbard and, through some special technique, to achieve an extremely high-speed move. Very explosive, don't be careless. ”

Li Yanzhou nodded slightly and said, "Got it." Then the wolf, make a move. ”

"Whew~"

The black-clothed monk took a deep breath, and a hazy blue light suddenly shone from his body. But in the blink of an eye, this layer of blue light has become brighter and brighter, more and more abundant, and even crackling, exploding one blue arc spark after another.

"Thunder Breath Method Type 1 - Thunderbolt Flash!"

This whispered oh, the black-clothed monk said it in Fuso. So Li Yanzhou couldn't understand it at all. However, as soon as he blurted out the words, the black-clothed monk suddenly raised his head and rushed like a thunderbolt.

In a veritable flash of thunder, the black-clothed monk clenched his cane in his right hand and suddenly became vigorous. "Qiang~" thunder burst out. It turned out that there was a long knife hidden in the cane. This time he quickly drew the sword, and the power was so strong that it seemed to cut the entire world in two!

But even if the black-clothed monk's knife can really cut through heaven and earth, it can still cut the heaven and earth, the unique fist - Li Yanzhou's fist!

If the knife of the black-clothed monk is as fast as a thunderbolt, then Li Yanzhou's fist is like time. Although it seems slow, in fact, there is never anything in the world that can keep up with the speed of time. No matter how fast you are, time will always be faster than you.

Therefore, when the black-clothed monk drew his sword and slashed, confident that this blow would be nine out of ten, but in the next moment, he suddenly realized Li Yanzhou's fist, and he didn't know when it started, and he was already waiting for him just in front of the blade.

There is no turning back from the bow, and the sword is unsheathed, which cannot be changed. However, half a moment before the fist and the knife were about to clash, the blade that was originally wrapped in dark blue thunder suddenly turned into a red color, like a blazing fire. Thunder and fire are combined, and the power has increased by three percent!

Half an instant, quickly disappearing. The indestructible iron fist and the sword of thunder and fire immediately shook each other! The invisible sound wave erupted wildly, but because it had surpassed the limit of human ears, it was like there was only silence in the heavens and on the ground.