Chen Beiluo rode the night breeze and performed the technique of floating light and shadow, the speed was incredibly fast, and the surrounding scenery became blurred.

He flew as fast as he could, but the man in front of him wasn't much slower than he was.

And the man had obviously noticed that someone was behind her, and snorted coldly, and the whole person did not move at all from head to toe, but the speed was mentioned again and again, as if he was walking against the wind.

Chen Beiluo smiled and sped up.

So, the two of them went out of the city one after the other, and saw that the road was getting closer, and gradually came to a hillside, and there was a big tree with dense branches and leaves on the hillside, and the figure suddenly stopped, and stood under the big tree.

Her light skills can certainly be called shocking, but when she stops, there is no trace of stagnation in the process, and this skill is truly breathtaking.

Chen Beiluo made a mistake at his feet, and stood seven or eight feet away.

At that moment, the man turned slowly.

I saw that this person had long hair and a shawl, and his white clothes were like snow, and his expression was fluttering, and he was out of the dust, but he was wearing a hideous and terrifying bronze mask on his face.

What a beautiful pair of eyes!

is the vast stars and moon in the depths of the firmament, which can only be her embellishment!

But at this time, there was a cold light flowing in these eyes.

Chen Beiluo stood with his hands in his hands, his expression leisurely.

The man said coldly, "Who are you?" Why follow me? ”

The voice is so agile and ethereal that it is elusive; The voice was so cold and unforgiving that it made people tremble in their heels; But it is so soft, delicate, and soul-stirring.

No one in the world will ever hear it and forget it.

The earth and the sky seem to have become full of cold and murderous intent because of this faint sentence, full of cold coldness, and the sky is full of stars, and it seems that it has lost its color because of this sentence.

Chen Beiluo blinked and said with a smile: "Guess." ”

"Humph!"

The blue-faced man sneered, but the person had already arrived in front of Chen Beiluo's body and slapped him with a palm.

Although this palm seemed to be extremely soft, like a breeze blowing on the face, it was extremely fast, and the killer scholar was fast enough, but compared to her, it was like a snail crawling on the ground. And the part of this palm is even more vicious, the palm is deep, the power is contained but not haired, and the hair is endless, if the shot is real, even if it is a copper wall, it will inevitably be scattered in two and turn into powder.

Chen Beiluo's eyes lit up, and he said happily: "It's a good time!" Before he could finish speaking, his right palm had already met him.

Who knew that the blue-faced man's palm suddenly changed, and a palm that was like an arrow suddenly led to the right and attacked his waist, the transformation was ingenious, seamless, natural, and incredible.

This is the only flower transfer in the world.

Chen Beiluo's wrist shook, his five fingers opened, twisted, shaped like a flower, lightly touched the void, and transparent ripples appeared in the air, like rippling waves on the water surface, spreading in a circle.

The blue-faced man's miraculous move encountered this transparent ripple, like a deep quagmire, and he couldn't move forward a bit, and no one in the world could crack the transfer of flowers and jades was downplayed by Chen Beiluo, and calmly resolved.

The blue-faced man shook slightly, took a step back, and then came forward again.

But seeing the white clothes flying, the blue-faced figure is a thousand illusions, often this side has not yet dissipated, and then appears on the other side, one after another figures overlap, like thousands of pure white lotuses, congesting the four-dimensional space around Chen Beiluo, flying around, thousands of slender palms, all coming out together.

Chen Beiluo is as immobile as a mountain, his true strength is condensed, one palm and one finger, straight to the point, without any fancy.

It's just that every time the palm strikes, the green-faced man will flee away, and he has to find the gap again, and then take advantage of the void to enter.

For a while, the two were at a stalemate, and no one could help anyone.

After a while, the other party seemed to be a little impatient, and when he mentioned his true anger, he blatantly collided with Chen Beiluo.

Between breaths, the two of them exchanged more than 100 palms in a row.

The crackling sound, rippling in the oblique sunlight of the day, the infinite energy rolled, bursting in all directions, and in an instant, the surrounding grass and trees and gravel were leveled.

Chen Beiluo gently waved his sleeves and brushed them towards the chest of the blue-faced man.

Flying Sleeves!

Wudang's flowing clouds and flying sleeves, only he can make such fireworks that do not eat the world.

"Humph!"

The blue-faced man smiled coldly, as if he was disdainful and sarcastic, but he had to avoid the edge for a while.

She didn't move, but she shifted ten feet in place.

Chen Beiluo's expression was bright, and his sleeves were flying, like a cloud rolling up, leisurely sweeping towards the throat of the blue-faced man.

The moves are beautiful and picturesque.

The blue-faced man looked back slightly, passed by him, and the lotus step under his feet moved slightly, and he arrived behind Chen Beiluo.

She dodged it, but the tree behind her was unlucky.

The sleeves of the coat were swept slightly, and the big tree hugged by several people was no different from a strand of hair, split in two, and fell to the ground with a bang, startling countless birds.

Everything is so elegant and graceful, and it is also so free and unhurried.

However, between ups and downs, there is a distance between life and death.

The distance between life and death is inherently close, and in the long run, there is no distance between life and death for mortals.

Chen Beiluo raised his sword eyebrows, and suddenly raised his palm like a knife, blocked the back of his neck, and slammed into the left palm of the blue-faced man.

Boom!

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the two were separated with a touch.

Chen Beiluo's body turned sharply, floated and retreated, and his arms were slightly numb.

The blue-faced man sneered, followed him like a shadow, and struck directly with his palm.

Chen Beiluo's long sleeves shook in the wind, and suddenly turned into a sword sleeve stabbing over.

The sword aura is indestructible.

If Chen Beiluo's previous move was Zhirou, then now it is Zhigang.

The transformation of rigidity and softness is flawless and seamless.

"Good!"

The blue-faced man's eyes lit up, his hands moved together, and in an instant, he didn't know how to hit dozens or hundreds of palms, and the rolling energy shook, surging like a river.

But seeing the true power is like the sea, rippling waves.

And Chen Beiluo's sword sleeve is like a long rainbow on the turbulent sea waves.

At that time, the waves were sparkling, the air waves were leisurely, rolling up thousands of piles of snow, the tide was turbulent, the green rainbow came and went, soaring and leaping, and the gods became unruly.

It's just that although Changhong is magnificent and fantastical, it is ultimately based on the sea.

A smile appeared in the blue-faced man's eyes.

At this moment, a strange change occurred.

Chen Beiluo's sword sleeves actually flew up like a flowing cloud.

It's not a flowing cloud, it's a strong wind.

The wind was blowing up, and Chen Beiluo's people seemed to be also swept up.

It was as if he had suddenly turned into a bird, flying diagonally over the ocean of true power, and suddenly he reached the top of the blue-faced man's head, raising his palm and pressing down.

It's like a breeze.

The blue-faced man was in his heart, and with a flick of his slender jade hand, the palm shadows in the sky converged like thousands of rivers returning to the stream, and thousands of palms turned into one palm.

Thundered!

It was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, shaking the sky.

The green-faced man's feet sank directly into the dirt, reaching his thighs, and the ground around him was even more open with huge wounds.

Dozens of zhang away, Chen Beiluo only felt an extremely cold force drilling into his palm, gradually spreading upward along the meridians of his arm, and where he passed, a thin layer of hoarfrost formed on the surface of his skin, and the cold air was desperately drilling into the muscles and bones.

The martial arts of the blue-faced people are really incredible.

However, Chen Beiluo's body was so strong, his qi and blood were rolling and gurgling, and he was completely annihilated in an instant.

Then when he raised his eyes and looked ahead, the blue-faced man also looked at him coldly.

The blue-faced man said in a deep voice, "Who is Your Excellency?" ”

She knew that she had met an opponent she had never seen in her life today, but she wondered where such a master came from, at a young age, he had a peerless martial arts that were not weaker than her.

Well, this little Taoist priest seems to be the supreme method of Wudang, pure yang Wuji Gong, could it be that he is the apprentice of the purple-haired old Taoist?

Chen Beiluo said leisurely: "Wudang Xuanxuan's real person, Chen Beiluo, I have seen the Lord of the Moon Palace in person. ”

The blue-faced man, that is, the Lord of the Moon Palace, was shocked when he heard this, and blurted out: "You know it's me?" ”

Chen Beiluo smiled slightly and said, "Who else can practice Mingyu Gong to such a realm in this world, except for the palace master." ”

The Lord of the Inviting Moon Palace was moved, and he was speechless for a while.

Chen Beiluo didn't speak, he stood there quietly, quietly looking at the palace master of the Inviting Moon.

Suddenly, the Lord of the Inviting Moon Palace raised his hand lightly and took off the bronze mask.

Zhang Sanniang outside the show, the deep palace invites the moonlight.

Zhang Sanniang is the first beauty in the rivers and lakes, while Ying Yue is the first beauty in the world, the former often appears in front of people, and the latter is often in the deep palace.

When Chen Beiluo was reading books in his previous life, he had fantasized more than once that the Moon Palace Master, this Mr. Gu Long's character is like fire, sharp swords, and the strongest martial arts woman in the world, what kind of beauty and beauty is it, what kind of elegance is peerless.

But now, seeing it with his own eyes, he knows that his imagination is so scarce and powerless.

It was an indescribable, incomparable beauty.

It's so beautiful that it's suffocating, it's not daring to look at, it's noble and dusty, like a fairy in the Moon Palace.

Even the woman only glanced at her, and she was reluctant to leave, and if the man saw her, it would make anyone swoon, and he couldn't help himself. Even if she is a peerless hero, it seems that her breathing has stopped when she sees her body.

How can there be such a beauty in the world as the Moon Palace Master?

Like this, she seems to suddenly disappear from the ground at any moment and ride the wind.

Chen Beiluo stared at the Palace Master of Inviting Moon, his eyes full of admiration.

The bright eyes that are far better than the stars in the sky, and the graceful eyebrows that the spring mountains are not as good as the spring mountains, are difficult to draw and describe.

Her thin mouth was tightly closed, showing that she was a man of great perseverance and determination, and her strong nose gave her a kind of awesome majesty, and her expression was extremely haughty, which showed that she had always been self-serving.

The palace master of the Inviting Moon Palace frowned, but there was no disgust in his heart, and he was even a little happy.

I don't know who said this, good-looking people are always preferred, even if they don't like it, at least it's pleasing to the eye.

A smile escaped from the corner of Chen Beiluo's lips, and he said leisurely: "It is said that in the fourth year of the early Huang Dynasty, Cao Zhi went out of the capital one day, and came to the bank of Luoshui at sunset. ”

He slowly stroked his palm and groaned: "Its shape is also like a frightening dragon, graceful like a dragon." Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising from the morning glow; Forced to observe it, the scorching waves appeared. ”

"In my opinion, Cao Zijian's "Luo Shen Fu" is simply written for the palace master, for the palace master."

His tone was sincere, so that people could tell that it was his sincere words.

Words of praise are always pleasant, let alone flowing from Chen Beiluo's mouth.

It is as arrogant as the Moon Palace Lord, and it is no exception, a slight arc appeared on Dan's lips, and he smiled shallowly.