Xing Wuwei died, the former big catcher in Shanmen Town, the old treacherous and cunning undercover conspirator of the Xiang family, died in the hands of his own people.

"Ahh

Lu Yuan was anxious, threw down the hammer, and kept rubbing his eyes with both hands, wanting to open his eyes to see what was going on.

But there was a white expanse in front of him, and the night was dim, so he didn't see anything.

Xiang Mo didn't almost make a move, even if the current Lu Yuan was not as difficult to deal with as just now, he could only parry, and it could not be said to be foolproof.

He restrained his breath and was as quiet as water.

He was waiting, waiting for the true qi of the whole body to work, and all of them turned into water true qi.

After a few breaths, a blue figure appeared behind him, turning into a mottled light and shadow, stirring up layers of undercurrents, illusory and illusory, and the true qi finally transformed successfully, and he could do it.

Lu Yuan knelt on the ground, holding Xingwuwei, who had lost his head, in his arms, and felt a heart-wrenching pain.

How many years, I don't know how many years, he and Xing Wuwei have been together, born and died, and wandered in a foreign land.

At every moment of life and death, he rushed ahead, flashing in the dark without smell, and the two cooperated seamlessly.

How many strong enemies died under their cooperation, and how many forces were subverted by the two of them.

Now, the line is tasteless and dead.

This tall and thin cadre, who had long been regarded as his own brother, was beaten and lost his head by himself, and his heart was broken.

For a moment, the sad emotion slowly spread out from the bottom of the heart, like a drop of ink dripping into colorless water, and then, slowly, slowly, dyeing a glass of water black.

He was silent, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, stood up with Xing Wuwei in his arms, put his body on the side, and returned to Xiang Mo.

At this point, his momentum changed.

It is no longer as reckless and ruthless as usual, rampage, but as steady as Mount Tai and as solid as a rock.

His physique is dominated by soil attributes, and his natural and earth-related attributes are very compatible.

Since his brother is dead, and he is the only one left, then he must live well, not only for himself, but also for his brother.

Lu Yuan just stood like this, without picking up his two-handed hammer, with his bare hands, standing tall with his head held high.

It's just such an unusual standing posture that actually makes Xiang Mo feel invisible pressure.

This kind of heavy pressure, like substance, makes him unavoidable!

There was a strong aura on Lu Yuan's body, turning into a vigorous style, forming a wave of qi, waving with branches and leaves, like the devil's claws dancing wildly, and the trees that blew "whoosh" sounded.

The annex suddenly became hellish and dark. The wind tugged at people's clothes, picked people's clothes, the sand shot people's eyes, and everything fell into chaos.

He broke through and came from the middle level of Ning Yuan to the high level of Ning Yuan.

Xiang Mo couldn't help but show surprise.

He never expected that this reckless man, who seemed to be rude and had no scheming, would actually break through at this time, which was really unexpected.

It seems that the bond between these two people is really deep, so deep that they have broken through the extreme of sadness, and they have seen through that layer of obstacles.

However, he is not afraid, because the mystery of his water is constantly improving, and he has gradually crossed the threshold of the foundation and has a higher level of understanding.

Water, weak and quiet, flows low, willing to live lowly, silently dedicated, nourishing all things without competing with all things.

The world is soft and strong, and the rivers are mighty and the mountains are pierced.

The water is soft, but soft and boneless, and the persistent pursuit of faith is awe-inspiring.

Waves hit the reef, even if the bones are broken, they will never retreat, wave after wave, wave after wave of brave fighting, and finally hit the reef with a thousand holes;

He had seen dripping water in the hole in his eye, and the water was dripping down the rockshoots day after day, year after year, and he set his goal, not arrogant or impatient, and "ticked" and "ticked" thousands of times, and he carved a hole in the stubborn stone.

The flow of water, the flow is its only fate.

It doesn't think about how to face the rocks that stand in its way, but gently bypasses them.

It also never dissolves, allowing the leaves to slip, but never allowing them to sprout on the water, only telling them the meaning of the water flow through endless loneliness.

It has no other, and when it comes to twists and turns, a painful pebble will be exchanged for turbulent surging.

Xiang Mo was in a daze, only to feel that everything in the heavens and the earth had the shadow of water, and with a long pen in his hand, he brought out bursts of invisible water waves.

For a time, wind and water confronted heaven and earth, staging a symphony of heaven and earth.

They are like glue, invading each other and struggling with each other, turning into a sea of fog and rolling continuously.

The waves of fog rolled slowly one after another, like the waves of the sea in slow motion.

It is as if the water is swimming in the mountains, like a painter splashing ink, turning the original mountains into a landscape and making a picture of Danqing.

One side pierces the mountain and breaks the wall, the momentum rushes down, and the other side rushes and shouts, like a waterfall hanging in the air, banging thousands of miles.

Lu Yuan raised his head and looked at the sky.

Although his eyes were still hazy, it didn't affect his thoughts.

He stretched out his hand, shook it in the air, as if grasping the wind, and then shook his fingers in front of his chest like a fist, and slammed it down!

In the sky, there was like an extra piece of washed black coarse cloth spread down, covering the sky and the moon, and everything was lightless.

The fierce wind blew the earth dark, and the mountains and fields flew sand and rocks, so that people could not stand and could not even open their eyes.

Xiang Mo's spirit suddenly perked up, his eyes swelled, his true qi mobilized, and a bluish light shot out from the long pen, marking a long mark in the air.

The strong winds collided and turned into mountains and rivers.

The mountains are as black as iron, solemn, solemn, majestic and inviolable.

The water is gentle, turquoise, and white mist drifts over it.

Mountains and rivers are blended, the water is not the mountains, and the mountains stand at the head of the water.

The breath of water is like a swarming layer of huge waves, like thousands of loose and galloping fierce horses, rushing to the embankment, splashing a few feet high, blooming ten thousand white pear blossoms, splashing a little wave like a broken jade scattered on the mountain.

The momentum of the mountain is majestic and majestic, tall and luxuriant, standing proudly between heaven and earth, vicissitudes of life, and there is no trace.

Suddenly, the void was electrified, the thunder exploded, and the house was full of daylight!

The two fists broke the blend of mountains and rivers, broke through the barrier of strength, and came to the front.

It was Lu Yuan, who clenched his hands into fists and played what he had learned all his life.

The fist slashed through the air and crushed it, making a whistling sound like a tide.

Seeing this, Xiang Mo's whole body blood boiled, his eyes skyrocketed, staring at Lu Yuan, and the green tendons in his hands involuntarily erupted.

His eyes were like electricity, condensed on those fists,

Countless faint mist rose above the long pen at some point.

These light veil-like mists are so faint and inconspicuous under the fists that erupt like volcanoes.

Windward Zen dust!

He steps up and bends his knees into a small hiking step, while the tip of the sword is lifted from the bottom to the top, then the right arm is rotated inward into a palm down, and the left hand is changed to a split grip, and the tip of the sword is slashed from back to left and forward.

The clouds and mist wrapped around the long pen are like jade belts tied to the river, dancing with the surging of the river.

At the moment when the pen came out, the true qi of the water finally poked out of the clouds, like a hibiscus coming out of the water.

Under the two of them, their fists were like mountains, undulating and undulating.

Water and earth fall like meteorites to the earth, and the sea falls into the mountains, roaring and rolling up huge waves that seem to drown everything.

The hammer fell and a thousand mountains fell, and the hammer was like a tripod, overwhelming Kyushu.

The long pen turns into a sword, the sword moves and the north wind rises, and the sword qi is like a rainbow, hanging straight in the wilderness.

Just listening to the sound of "dong", the heavens and the earth seemed to stand still at this moment.

The wind does not move, the people do not move, and all the wonders of the mountains and rivers are dissipated, turned into the most primitive energy, and return to nothingness.

The moon seemed to be stunned by their struggle, and froze in mid-air.

Under the vigor, the surrounding momentum is in a hurry, such as a big river hitting the reef, whirling and undulating, changing all ends, turbidity and clearing.

The small droplets of water that were sprayed from the explosion were as fine as smoke and dust, filling the air and becoming a mist of water.

Dayi transports, the sky travels back to the earth, the wind is born in the four fields, and the clouds and mist are in the sky.

In a moment, all the agitation subsided, and only the two remained unmoved, silently facing each other.

Lu Yuan's fists broke through many obstacles, like a giant axe to open the sky, and smashed it on the long sword.

Under these fists, the water true qi on Xiang Mo's long pen had already turned into a little starlight and dispersed into the surrounding white mist, and the body of the pen was smashed on the top by the fist and shrank back.

His body was more like a rotten skin, blown out by the energy of Yuan Qi like rain hitting plantains, falling to the ground like a mess of rags, rolling on his heels, and then stopping.

He sat on the ground, his lips frayed, blood flowing, and then his ears and eyes spurting blood.

The skin of the whole body was opened, the body of the five Tibets and six mansions was severely injured, the sternum was broken a few times, and the facial features were all shocked by the strong qi to the point of blood.

However, under this blow, he still survived.

Xiang Mo smiled, wiped a handful of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and used a long pen to support him and wanted to stand up, but his legs just didn't listen to him, as if they were filled with lead, they were soft on the ground, and they couldn't lift it no matter how they lifted.

This fight was enough to make him feel gratified.

The strength has not reached the Ning Yuan realm, and there is too much difference with Lu Yuan, and the other party's realm has risen sharply, one is like the sky and the other is like the earth, and the gap is very big.

A cultivator at the peak of a martial apprentice is between a high-level cultivator of the Ning Yuan Realm, and this kind of face-to-face collision can still survive without dying, which is enough to show that he is strong.

Xiang Mo thought to himself, given time, as long as he reached Ning Yuan, he even believed that he had the strength to challenge Lu Yuan.

But now, it's not time to give up, because Lu Yuan moved.

He didn't make a killing move like a fierce and domineering jump just now, but slowly walked towards Mo.

His steps are slow, but firm and heavy, giving the illusion of a rumbling to the ground.

With every step, the ground shook, shaking to Mo's chest, as if he was constantly pressed by a heavy stone, and his mouth vomited blood one after another as the ground vibrate.

"Isn't it desperate......!

Lu Yuan walked out of the mist step by step, and said with a cruel smile:

"My brother was killed by you, do you know how heartbroken I am! No, you definitely don't know, you don't know the feeling of losing a loved one, the pain of losing the flesh and blood of a loved one, you may not know, the practice is tasteless is my eldest brother! It's just that he doesn't want to admit it, the two of us have been separated since childhood, and we didn't know each other's identities until later, but in the organization, we are not allowed to recognize each other at all, because whoever knows the relationship will die!"

This time it was Xiang Mo's turn to be surprised, he knew that Lu Yuan and Xing Wuwei had such a relationship, no wonder the two were so close, Lu Yuan didn't have any rebuttal at all when Xing Wuwei spoke.

"You don't know how painful my heart was at the beginning, but Brother Xing has always comforted me and taken care of me, so that my heart has gradually calmed down that kind of depression, so I would rather rush ahead for him, even if it is death, I will die before him, but now!"

Lu Yuan roared in the direction of Mo with a hideous face:

"It's you, it's you who killed my eldest brother, my dear eldest brother, you let our two brothers be separated by yin and yang, and we can't see each other again, and we almost don't even give me the last recognition, I want to tear you apart little by little to pay tribute to my eldest brother!"

As he spoke, his body rose up, his fists were folded in his chest, his wrists turned, his arms contracted, and he held the void lightly, and his temperament changed violently, as if he had held the whole heaven and earth, and pressed towards Xiang Mo.