The two first ridiculed each other a few words without smiling, and then their faces turned pale in unison. [Full text reading. 】

Hong Qigong looked at Ouyang Feng and said, "Old poison, today is like August 15th, shall we fight in a spacious place, or just fight here?" ”

Ouyang Feng pricked up his ears, listened to a loud noise coming from the steep Huashan Mountain, and said with a smile: "It seems that everyone else has already done it, and on the way to the old man, he also saw that Wang Chongyang was rushing to Chaoyang Peak, I am afraid that those two have already decided to fight to the death on Chaoyang Peak, so since this is the case, they will simply fight here." ”

"Let the old man understand, have you wasted your time all these years!"

"Haha." Hong Qigong laughed out loud, "I won't let you down this old poison." ”

Swish!

Before the words fell, the dog-beating stick in his hand was struck out with a stick, and the momentum sank, hitting the void, making a sound like thunder.

Syllable!

Ouyang Feng raised the snake staff in his hand and greeted it, and the snake staff intersected with the bamboo stick, making a crisp sound.

Subsequently, the two masters all showed their own skills, and the battle situation instantly entered a white-hot stage.

Hong Qigong's dog-beating stick method is a peerless technique inherited by the beggar gang for hundreds of years, compared with another set of peerless skills of the beggar gang - the eighteen palms of the dragon, the subtlety of the tricks alone is surpassed.

The dog-beating stick in his hand danced, sometimes slow and fast, and it was extraordinary, and Ouyang Feng's snake staff was also all over the world, and few people could match it.

After more than 20 years of silence, the two fought again, and a crisp sound continued to sound.

Swish! Swish!

After fighting dozens of moves, Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong, who were originally fighting on the mountain trail, rose into the air at the same time, and their figures continued to shuttle and rise and fall on Mount Hua, and the fight was inseparable.

"Haha, old poison, I'll let you see how powerful my beggars beat dogs today!" Both of them are great masters who rarely meet opponents in the martial arts, even though Mount Huashan is steep and abnormal, but under their feet they are like walking on the ground.

Under the entanglement, all the way to the top of Huashan, Hong Qigong's dog-beating stick method suddenly changed, a stick fell, and he laughed even more.

Although Ouyang Feng is a martial arts master who has only appeared in the Western Regions for hundreds of years, he is still a little inferior to Hong Qigong, who has inherited the inheritance of the beggar gang for hundreds of years.

The dog-beating stick method is really beyond the reach of his snake staff.

At that moment, Ouyang Feng's figure flashed, the snake staff was slanted into his back again, and the whole person lay on the ground, with a grunt sound coming out of his mouth.

Toad Gong!

Whew!

Seeing that Ouyang Feng even performed the toad skill, Hong Qigong no longer dared to be careless, and performed the dog-beating stick method with one hand, but let out a dragon groan on the other hand.

Eighteen palms of dragon descending!

For more than 20 years, Hong Qigong has not lived up to his time, and the eighteen palms of the dragon descending to the yang and the exquisite and abnormal dog-beating stick method, which are almost diametrically opposed, are almost two sets of martial arts, and in his hands, they almost have the potential to become one.

The right hand hits the dog stick method, and the left hand descends the dragon eighteen palms.

Grunt!

The aura of heaven and earth converged on Ouyang Feng's body, condensing into a huge toad appearance, and as soon as the toad skill came out, the power was shocking.

Whew!

Another dragon roar sounded, and Hong Qigong's palm power suddenly turned into a divine dragon with scales and claws, teeth and claws.

The subtlety of the dog-beating stick method adds a bit of power to the dragon-shaped energy of the eighteen palms of the dragon, just like the arrival of a real dragon.

Bang!

A loud sound that spread throughout Huashan sounded, Ouyang Feng's toad skill, Hong Qigong's dragon descending eighteen palms and dog stick method were almost in no particular order.

The two masters in the world faced off head-to-head, and under the collision of internal forces, a terrifying loud sound was heard.

………………

Chaoyang Peak.

This place is the best place to watch the sun in Huashan, standing on the Chaoyang platform, every morning, you can see a round of scorching sun rising from the sea of clouds, like a fairyland.

Twenty-five years ago, for the first time in Huashan, Zhu Hefeng, Lin Chaoying, Wang Chongyang, Huang Yaoshi, Duan Zhixing, Hong Qigong, Ouyang Feng and other seven masters fought viciously on Chaoyang Terrace for seven days and seven nights, and the winner was divided.

After that battle, the Seven Masters were also known as the Seven Masters of the World, known as the Seven Star Monarchs, and they were never ordinary.

Standing on the Chaoyang platform, with a bit of fierce mountain wind blowing, blowing Zhu Hefeng's clothes, this man in a white robe stood on top of Huashan, his figure was indescribably chic, as if he could become an immortal at any time.

A pair of eyes are closed, and the expression is leisurely.

And behind Sanssouci Zi, Li Mochou, who was like a blooming peach blossom, stood on one side, obviously extremely close to his master, but Li Mochou felt a very distant feeling in his heart.

It's as if the person in front of you and yourself are completely in two worlds.

"Master." After being silent for a long time, Li Mochou suddenly spoke, with a little doubt in his tone, "Are you really sure that Wang Chongyang will come?" ”

Zhu Hefeng's eyes opened, and there was a trace of essence in his eyes, and he hugged his chest with his hands. The Dark Iron War Halberd was slanted to his side, and his voice was soft, "Of course, he will definitely come." Otherwise, it would not be Wang Chongyang. ”

Saying that, Zhu Hefeng's face showed a bit of playfulness, and he said leisurely, "The old name is Huazi Hong Qigong, the old poison Ouyang Feng, Brother Huang, Chaoying, and Emperor Duan, who is not the emperor and a monk, they all have done it, if Wang Chongyang doesn't come to me, it will be a strange thing." ”

"Not bad at all." Just as Zhu and Feng were talking, a deep voice came from their ears.

Swish!

A black shadow was extremely fast, and it quickly came to the side of Sanssoucou, who had a good martial arts, and Li Mochou, who had a good martial arts, had no time to react, and when he paid attention again, he saw an old Taoist priest wearing a pitch-black Taoist robe, holding a dusty whisk in his hand, and his beard was white.

Cracking sound!

The four eyes intertwined, and a crisp sound like lightning and flint sounded, and Sanssouci looked at Chongyangzi, and Chongyangzi also looked at Sanssouc.

In each other's eyes, there was only a strong war intent left.

"Huh." After staring at each other for a long time, Sanssouci retracted his gaze unsatisfactorily, and in Chongyangzi's eyes, in addition to the fighting spirit, he also saw a trace of the determination to become benevolent if he did not succeed.

"Brother Chongyang Dao, I haven't seen you for a while, looking at your appearance, it seems that I want to kill someone!" A somewhat playful voice sounded and fell into Wang Chongyang's ears.

Wang Chongyang gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Yes, I really want to kill." Moreover, not only do they want to kill people, but they also want to eat meat and drink blood. ”

"Needless to say," Sanssouci smiled unexpectedly, "I am the person you want to kill, and I eat and drink my blood!" ”

"If only you understood." Wang Chongyang sneered.