Chu Mo nodded thoughtfully, then bent his knees slightly, jumped upward, his body swayed, and a starting gesture that he didn't know what to mean was vaguely visible in the clouds.

Behind him, there was an extremely vague pale blue magic figure, and his hands pinched an ancient magic decision.

In the middle of the Qianfengling Mountain, two huge cracks of dozens of zhang suddenly appeared.

For a while, the dust covered the sun.

Ye Fan clenched the Nine Heavens with his right hand, the sword qi poured out like an avalanche, and he pinched a sword trick with his left hand, and met the enemy with his swordsmanship.

Dual-minded, just for a moment.

At the foot of the entire mountain of Qianfengling, a huge gap about five zhang long and four zhang wide appeared.

Chu Mo stood in the air, his sleeves swaying with the wind, and the law behind him was extremely majestic, showing the grandmaster demeanor of Yuanyu Yuezhi.

There were clouds and mist rolling behind him, this was because Chu Mo no longer deliberately suppressed the majestic momentum, and the clouds and mist continued to gather, swirling around the Faxiang, as if a god had descended into the world.

Ye Fan's expression was calm, ignoring the vision of heaven and earth in the sky, he just held the hilt of the Nine Heavens sword with one hand, took a deep breath, and then his left hand no longer controlled another flying sword, but gently wiped the Nine Heavens sword body from left to right.

This is the sword that Ye Fan wants to learn from the yellow-robed and white-haired man in the illusion.

Don't seek to be like a god, but to look like a shape.

The murderous aura was higher than the Nine Heavens outside the sky, and at this time, it began to tremble faintly, as if it was responding to Ye Fan's mood.

Before this, Ye Fan had never exerted the true strength of Jiuxiao Tian, but he was only using it as a relatively sharp ordinary flying sword.

Until this moment, it is the real Nine Heavens that slash the Nine Heavens with one sword.

Ye Fan suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the next moment, a brilliant light bloomed from between his fingers.

It is like a brilliant red sun, shining in all directions.

The boy took a step forward.

As God is on earth.

Compete with the sun and the moon.

Chu Mo was surprised to find that no matter how he dodged, he couldn't dodge the lock of this sword, that is to say, this sword had to be blocked by himself, otherwise everything would be over.

But in the same way, Chu Mo himself knew that even if there was a way to dodge, he must not retreat.

Chu Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and his body was as immobile as a mountain.

If Lu Pu stands at the top of the world's sword skills, Yuancheng stands at the top of the body, and Su Yihuo stands at the top of the boxing skills.

Then he Chu Mo is standing in the realm of Zhongtian, which is more pinnacle than the top of the mountain.

Chu Mo's cultivation has absorbed the strengths of a hundred schools, whether it is swordsmanship, boxing or sword skills, he is proficient in everything, and he knows everything.

But from the very beginning, even when the situation was already a crisis, he only used a jade flute against the enemy.

This is very counterintuitive.

Chu Mo laughed, threw the jade flute out casually, discarded it, and pinched out a magic decision in front of him with both hands, and some illusory magic behind him became more and more condensed, and then punched out.

Ye Fan didn't pay attention to it, but just slashed it with a sword.

A red-purple sword qi about three zhang long suddenly appeared.

Indomitable.

After the sword qi.

All laws are broken.

The law is shattered.

Chu Mo was gone.

......

......

On a street in Liangzhou City, from both sides of one

Shooting, it is hearty and hearty.

Su Yihuo floated on the ground, just one hand behind him, allowing the old monk to punch him, but none of the punches could break through the palm that seemed to be everywhere, and a few punches were only an inch away from touching Su Yihuo's body, but there would always be a palm just right between the two, and the menacing punch would be easily blocked in the future.

The old monk kept punching, and was blocked by his palm again and again, his face was as usual, and he was not impatient at all, and he was decadent and depressed.

But the more this happens, the more it feels like it's just a grasshopper shaking a tree.

The old monk just kept punching.

Su Yihuo walked leisurely, walking around casually, countless phantoms floating in front of him, and then asked with a smile: "Yuancheng, do you regret not killing that person fifty years ago?"

"The path you walk cannot reach the highest place. The Buddha said that all living beings are equal, and they should be viewed as such, and it is okay to deceive those fools and fools, and I don't believe it at all if you deceive you. ”

"You and I have known each other for more than 80 years, since you were young, you only care about things that others don't care about, in the name of compassion, in my opinion, it's just a gesture, if it is really six roots have been purified, you can still commit desperate martial arts practice? You and Chen Biluo's broken things are still guilty of unexplained involvement for 60 years? Yuancheng, you can deceive others, but you can't deceive me. ”

The old monk didn't say a word.

Su Yihuo stretched out his free left hand and pointed to the north, "I still remember when I was young, you saw the King Kong Temple far away in Longxiao Country from the book, and you were very curious, and said that you must go to the King Kong Temple to see it with your own eyes in the future, so you became the abbot of the King Kong Temple, and it has been decades at a glance, and you haven't seen enough of it so far?"

The old monk finally spoke: "Master Su, you are too obsessed, you can't listen to what the old man says, but at least please think about it, this world really wants you to escape from it, and there is no beauty at all?"

Su Yihuo smiled playfully, and his big sleeves waved slightly, "In his position to seek his own government, Yuancheng, I still think too highly of you, the cultivation avenue is on it, what is the use of thinking so much about it? The high places are unbearable, they are all nonsense from those bullshit literati, if you don't set foot on the top of the mountain, how can you stay away from the trough?"

The old monk's face was a little silent.

Then he suddenly stopped throwing a punch and looked at the side of Qianfengling.

Su Yihuo also withdrew his palm, shook it a few times, and scattered all the powerful fists attached to it.

The old monk sighed, "Actually, Su Shizhu is just waiting for the battle between Ye Shizhu and Chu Shizhu to determine the winner, right?"

After Su Yihuo put his hands on his shoulders, he shook his head and said, "It's not about separating the winner from the loser, it's waiting for the death of that extraterrestrial immortal named Ye Fan." ”

The old monk said slowly: "Then it may not be as Lord Su Shi wants." ”

Su Yihuo's face remained unchanged, and he said in a deep voice: "Master Yuancheng, the warm-up is over, you and I might as well come back to make another move?"

The old monk turned a deaf ear and said a strange sentence that digressed for thousands of miles, "Master Su Shi, you have practiced medicine and saved countless people in half your life, and you enjoy the reputation of Dansheng, but in fact, this world will be more complete without you." ”

Su Yihuo smiled playfully, "Really?"

......

......

Cui Feng and Guan Zishi jumped a table in the teahouse and sat down, and the former casually put the sword in his hand and the head of Qian Liu'er, a colorful scattered person, on a table next door.

After the two sat down, they didn't say anything, and they had their own thoughts.

A moment passed

Guan Zishi was the first to speak and asked, "How is the situation?"

Cui Feng picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp, the taste was really bad, and it was not good to spit it out directly, and finally he frowned and swallowed it, pushed the teapot out, and said: "It's very messy, those people in Longxiao Country have not entered the game, and they should still be watching from the sidelines." Dayan's people didn't know why they got together with the old lion in Qianfengling, Yuan Cheng played tricks, and instead of fighting Ye Fan to death, he helped him temper ** and opened all the tricks in his body. If this old monk can get out of the holy water secret realm, it may not be another one of your masters, Guan Yuhan. ”

Cui Feng subconsciously wanted to pick up the teacup, but suddenly thought of the unpalatable taste again, so he had to sigh and throw it aside, "Then Chu Mo and Su Yihuo appeared, one blocked Yuancheng, and the other faced Liu Xiujie and Ye Fan. ”

He casually pointed to the head of Qian Liu'er at the adjacent table, and said, "Colorful Sanren, the woman in the Phantom Sound Workshop, Lu Pu, and Ye Fan actually didn't have much murderous intent, but I don't know why, the killing intent towards Chu Mo was unexpectedly great. ”

"Not to mention us outsiders, the local monks of this world, the ones who can make me look at them are Chu Mo, Su Yihuo and Na Yuancheng, and the rest can't get on the big stage, even if it's Lu Pu, it's nothing more than an Eight Realms sword cultivator, and it's difficult to become a big climate. ”

Guan Zishi waved his hand weakly, "What you said about my, the purpose of my coming here is for holy water, regardless of their achievements and realm." ”

Cui Feng was not the slightest impatient, the weight of a peerless fierce man who could repel Bai Qianjun with his flesh palm, he weighed it clearly.

Otherwise, even if those few people from Dayan sit here, do you think he Cui Feng will ignore him for half a point?

Of course, it has something to do with the temperament of Guan Zishi that he has seen.

He was a little curious and asked, "Don't you want to sharpen yourself with the martial arts of this master?" Although the path of this Heaven and Earth Monk is a little rough, it may not be without the slightest merit. ”

Guan Zishi yawned and replied casually: "I didn't expect you Cui Feng to think about some things for me, in fact, I won't tell you that what I hate the most is to fight and kill." Cultivation is your own business, if you have nothing to do, you can find someone to learn and sharpen in the name of beauty, you are not tired, I am tired to watch. ”

Cui Feng's face was full of surprise, sharpening the avenue between life and death is not an empty word, if there is no long-term sharpening foundation, how can he polish a peerless sword?

Guan Zishi said: "People are often afraid of something and keep mentioning it, just like you always want to sharpen the avenue from others, in the final analysis, isn't it just distrust of yourself? ”

Cui Feng waved his hand and said helplessly: "You have to go, what you said is right, who made you better than me." ”

Guan Zishi seemed to ask a question unintentionally, "After such a big commotion, why did so many people come to Liangzhou City?"

Cui Feng thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's too far away?"

Guan Zishi shook his head, "The Six Realms can travel five thousand miles a day against the wind." ”

Cui Feng seemed to think of a possibility, and said: "In this way, those people in the Pure Water Country should know the clearest, but now except for Zhao Qingluan, there is no movement......

Guan Zishi looked at Cui Feng, knowing what he was thinking, his unprecedented expression was a little solemn, and he said slowly: "They seem to be gone." ”