A white wave of qi seemed to be a white dragon, sucked into the mouth of Uncle Tai, his chest and abdomen gradually dried up, and at the same time, his chest began to bulge high.

Uncle Tai was so stuck in mid-air, suddenly.

"Whew!!"

A violent long roar, the "Ghost Prison Yin Wind Roar" was unleashed, it was really a hell ghost roar, the Yin Wind gusted, making people shudder, a transparent ripple Gang Qi appeared from Uncle Tai's mouth, and then rapidly expanded, one foot, one zhang, two zhang, three zhang.

The ripples became bigger and bigger, and they rushed towards the black-clothed men with strong bows, and this long howl was amazing, and everywhere they passed, those black-clothed people covered their ears one after another, screaming in pain, and black blood flowed out of both ears.

The ghost prison roared in the wind, the ghost cried wolf, and under the operation of the Xuantian weak water sword qi, the ripples became bigger and bigger, and the great monk who had rushed up quickly retreated with a pale face, while the black-clothed people around him also had blood flowing from their ears.

The howl of the ghost crying wolf stopped, the uncle stiffened his body, Jin Yangong continued to start, his footsteps turned, and he took three steps in the air in a row with Gongsun Lan in his arms, and appeared on the roof, and those black-clothed people with strong bows on the roof were all shattered by the roar of the ghost prison wind and shook to death.

"What a deep internal force, such a strong sonic power!"

The burly monk's face was pale, and he said in a low voice, and now in the sudden appearance of the ghost prison yin wind roar just now, he has suffered a lot of dark losses.

"It's not over yet......

Uncle Tai smiled faintly, he used his strength, and any wind and grass within a radius of dozens of zhang was included in his ears. There were two extremely long breaths. I am approaching inward.

He loosened Gongsun Lan's small waist. Turning his head, he looked at her, and found that her cheeks were flushed in the darkness, and said softly, "Running the power, I'm going to play." ”

After speaking, as soon as he raised his hand, a turquoise bamboo flute appeared, which was made by a green bamboo, simple and elegant.

The bamboo flute slowly brought it to his mouth. He is now going to perform the famous stunt of Huang Yaoshi, the owner of Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea - "Blue Sea Tide Song"!

will know the blue sea tide swordsmanship, and naturally will "blue sea tide song".

When Gongsun Lan heard this, she immediately ran into real anger.

Uncle Tai's scorching breath quickly sensed, and two long breaths were approaching here.

A melodious sound of flute, along with the operation of the strong Xuantian weak water sword qi in the body, the center of Uncle Tai's scorching circle quickly spread.

The melodious sound of the flute became louder and louder, and gradually the whole mansion fell into another situation.

The sea is vast, there are no waves for thousands of miles, and the tide in the distance is slowly pushing closer, getting closer and faster. After that, the tide was turbulent, and the white waves were even on the mountain. And the fish leaping whale floats in the tide, the wind howls on the sea surface and the gulls fly, coupled with the water monster and the sea monster, the group of demons make the tide, suddenly the iceberg floats to, and suddenly the sea is like boiling, and the tide recedes like a mirror, but the bottom of the sea is turbulent, and it is dangerous to lurk in the silent place.

The sound of the flute is getting louder and louder, and the whole piece enters a mysterious state.

Uncle Tai's cultivation has not yet reached the freewheeling state of the innate realm, so this blue sea tide song is a group injury.

Gongsun Lan next to her was flushed, and she was already sitting cross-legged on the roof, her luck resisted, and the crisp rabbit on her chest rose and fell with the music, which was very tempting.

And the two long breaths that were approaching also began to rapidize.

The burly monk below him stood there to resist.

Uncle Tai's scorching green robe was windless and automatic, his eyes were flickering, and the Xuantian weak water sword qi was running rapidly, and a song of blue sea tide was born, and it was brought into full play.

The sound of breathing became more and more rapid, and Uncle Tai knew that the people buried in the shadows must be the top masters, and they had strong internal strength, and when they heard this song, although they had a trace of mood shaking, they were not affected by it.

At that moment, Uncle Tai no longer hesitated, the sound of the flute blew louder and louder, the more urgent it blew, the whole space exuded a murderous intent, the tide was extremely fierce, the demons were in chaos, and the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked.

It was accompanied by three pops in quick succession.

Uncle Tai slowly stopped the operation of Xuantian's weak water sword qi, and the sound of the song became weaker and weaker, and gradually disappeared.

He was sure that the person in the shadows had been injured, and as for the extent of the injury, there was no way to know, but seeing the burly monk in front of him, his face was like white paper, and he was spitting blood, and he didn't care about it, and he was healed there, and Uncle Tai knew that his goal had been achieved.

As for why you want to stop, because the blue sea tide song is too exhausting. Now that the artistic conception of the preemptive effect has arrived, there is no need to spend it.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded: "Uncle Tai is here to take his life!" ”

A dazzling cold light appeared, and I saw a man in a black cloak, pounced out, the human sword was one, and stabbed at Uncle Tai's eyes, as fast as a meteor, and wherever the long sword went, the sword qi was permeated, that is, it was as cold as snow, and it was as hot as fire, and the extremes of this pole appeared on this person's body.

Uncle Tai looked at the person who rushed in front of him, although the mask was covered, he always felt a sense of familiarity.

The long sword quickly approached, and in the blink of an eye, it was already in front of him.

"Good time!"

Uncle Tai chuckled lowly, his sleeves flew, and the cyan bamboo flute in his hand was used as a sword weapon, and it was quickly pointed out, and the sword aura was pervasive, but this sword was like a thousand mountains overlapping, like a wave, layer upon layer, endless.

"Peng!"

The sword qi struck and spread.

The black-clothed man's face showed an expression of impossible surprise, this sword couldn't kill Uncle Tai, and he was caught by the little bit of a big bamboo flute.

"You're Meng Xing's soul!"

Uncle Tai smiled faintly, picked up the Wudang faction's "Thirty-Nine Bridges Nodding Together" acupoint exercises, used bamboo flutes as his hands, and the sword aura was permeated, pointing at the thirty-six big points on Meng Xing's soul.

For a while, the cyan shadow flew, the bamboo flute scribbled, the clothes fluttered, living like a fairy among the gods, a blow missed, turned around and hit, the moves were endless, and each of his blows was sunk by force, like a tsunami rolling, like a thousand mountains overlapping.

The black-clothed man who was suspected of being Meng Xing's soul was forced to lose the upper hand for a while, and he swallowed his throat unconsciously, and his heart palpitated, as if he had returned to the moment of the first confrontation before, but he didn't expect that he had entered the top masters during this period of penance, and he was still not the opponent of Uncle Tai.

Compared with the other party, his swordsmanship is really a world of difference.

Isn't this revenge avenged?

No, it's impossible, the eldest sister is dead, the stone group is dead, and the brothers who grew up together are also dead, it's impossible not to hold this hatred!

Meng Xing's soul was hateful for a while, and the "Heavenly Yin, Earth, and Yang Great Ice Flame" was in operation, and the strange true qi of the two poles of extreme cold and fire immediately appeared, holding the long sword in both hands, and rushed towards Uncle Tai like a spiral drill. (To be continued.) )