On the Tianyuan Peak, in a pool of clear pool water, the reflection of the blood-colored waning moon, beside the pool water, a figure sat quietly, and a figure looked up at the starry sky.

"Poof!

Suddenly, the man sitting by the pool suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

"With such pure physical strength, this person can't be an ancient body cultivator?"

He said respectfully to the man looking up at the starry sky by the pond: "I am not that person's opponent, I have failed my senior brother's cultivation, and I ask my senior brother to punish me." ”

"It's okay, even Brother Wei didn't expect that this person's physical attainments are so profound, I should have thought a long time ago that the person who can walk with Senior Sister Ji is by no means an idle person, this pool of muddy water is getting more and more turbid, everyone wants to get a piece of the pie, but they don't know that in the end it is just making a wedding dress for others. ”

Huang Jingmo's words and demeanor became more and more unfathomable, as if he had already penetrated everything, so he didn't make a test easily.

"The cause and effect line of this son is blurred, thinking that my brother's means can't find out the details of this person, either someone with advanced cultivation will cover up his cause and effect, so that I can't deduce, or this person's identity and origin are really mysterious and unpredictable. ”

Huang Jingmo analyzed carefully, these two situations, no matter which one is extremely unfavorable to him, but with his character, he will not give up easily, the more difficult it is, the more interested he will be.

......

On the Qianlong Peak, the dark clouds covered the waning moon, the sky gradually darkened, the masters of the Tianyun Sect were like clouds, every true disciple was not a vegetarian, they all had unique skills, and they were by no means idle characters who could compete with them.

A young man with a calm breath walked out of the night, his eyes were deep. It has a very deep city, and it carries a pure golden sword behind it, walking in the dark night, like a bright lamp, lighting up the boundless night.

"Pure Yang Peak, Wu Shaoqun. ”

Wu Shaoqun was silent and said little. Without saying a word, the golden sword behind him suddenly came out of its sheath, and in an instant, a golden brilliance appeared, and the scorching breath spread, as if to burn the void and expel the coldness of the night.

The first style of the Pure Yang Sword Technique, a thousand mountains are drifting!

This style of swordsmanship is the descendant martial arts of Pure Yang Peak, and non-pure Yang Peak true disciples are not allowed to practice. Wu Shaoqun's swordsmanship has reached the point of perfection and peaking, and if he doesn't use his hands, he will show amazing swordsmanship attainments as soon as he does it.

Ye Hao immediately sensed an irresistible force splashing, as if facing the crushing of the power of a thousand mountains, it was not a small fight before.

This is the terrible thing about the thousands of mountains drifting, Wu Shaoqun is the chief disciple of Pure Yang Peak, and he has the true inheritance of Pure Yang Sword Technique. In order to practice this style of martial arts, he has traveled all over the mountains and rivers. Only then was he able to cultivate the Thousand Mountains Drifting Zero style to such a realm.

In an instant, Ye Hao was like facing the fall of a thousand mountains, some of which were as hot as magma, some were rugged and steep, and some were as cold as winter, with all kinds of strange properties.

In the face of this thousand mountains. Ye Hao was not careless, he flipped his palm and played the true meaning of the dragon palm, and a handprint that covered the sky like fire burst out from Ye Hao's hand, and the blood-colored traces were imprinted in the void, which lasted for a long time.

In order to deal with this thousand mountains drifting away. The clear apertures in Ye Hao's body erupted in unison, and the majestic power of qi and blood condensed into a domain field, turning into a handprint that covered the sky, and collided with the thousands of mountains.

Boom! Boom!

The roar was deafening, and the earth cracked one after another, and the entire Hidden Dragon Peak shook the mountains, alarming many martial artists who were cultivating in other mountain ranges.

Not far away, Old Chen walked out of the grass hut, and a hint of worry appeared in his eyes, " The chief senior brother of Pure Yang Peak, Wu Shaoqun, it is said that this person is extremely deep in the city, in his early years, in order to cultivate the first type of Pure Yang Sword Technique to the realm of pure fire, he visited thousands of famous mountains, and then he cultivated the Pure Yang Sword Technique to the fourth form, with this Pure Yang Four Swords, he almost swept the half-step grandmaster, although Ye Hao said that his talent was superb, and his attainments in the Nine Transformations of the Hidden Dragon exceeded the normal boundary, but he was still too young, and his cultivation time was limited, and he was far from catching up with the chief disciple of the Nine Peaks and Nine Veins. ”

"Huh, that's ......."

Suddenly, Old Chen stared at the old man widely, and a ray of essence appeared in his cloudy gaze: "Dissolving the thousands of mountains with pure physical power is unheard of, simply unheard of." ”

"I also have some ability, no wonder I dare to speak wildly, and single-handedly pick up many disciples of the Nine Peaks and Nine Veins. ”

Wu Shaoqun's eyes have always been silent like a pool of stagnant water, he is the first person to arrive like the chief disciple of the Nine Peaks and Nine Veins, this is not to say that his strength is at the bottom of the chief disciple of the Nine Peaks and Nine Veins, his strength can be said to have always been a mystery, but based on his few deeds, his strength is enough to rank in the top three positions of the true disciples of the Nine Peaks and Nine Veins.

"Snow melts in the Tianshan Mountains. ”

The golden sword in Wu Shaoqun's hand bloomed with bursts of brilliant golden light, and then he performed the second form of the Pure Yang Sword Technique, melting snow in the Tianshan Mountains.

This style of swordsmanship was revealed by him when he visited the Tianshan Mountains, and the pure yang swordsmanship actually has no fixed routine, and it is completely determined by the innate understanding of cultivation.

The Tianshan Mountain visited by Wu Shaoqun is a 10,000-year-old iceberg, this mountain has been drifting with ice and snow for many years, cold and biting, and it is a forbidden place for ordinary people. The sun is scorching on the summit of the Tianshan Mountains, but the ice of the Tianshan Mountains has not shown any signs of melting after thousands of years.

And Wu Shaoqun revealed that the purpose of this style of swordsmanship is to melt the Tianshan Mountains, hence the name of this swordsmanship, and he looks forward to one day, with this move, to melt the snow of the Tianshan Mountains and melt the ice of the Tianshan Mountains for thousands of years.

Therefore, this style of swordsmanship is mixed with the power of pure yang, and the mighty pure yang breath is like yang like fire, and no one can take it lightly in the face of this style.

The sword qi roared, as if turning into a remnant sun, melting the snow, and before the sword light fell, all the vitality around Ye Hao's body was extinct, and all the plants and trees were like snow melting, drifting away with the wind.

Ye Hao's eyes were clear, and the pure pure yang aura of the other party attracted the power of his qi and blood, making his qi and blood boil all over his body, as if he was about to burn.

"The way of pure yang pays attention to the grandeur and righteousness, and uses the power of pure yang to kill the evil, this type of snow melting in the Tianshan Mountains seems to be above board, but in fact it has gone astray and gone astray. ”

Facing Wu Shaoqun's Pure Yang Sword, Ye Hao was calm, although this sword was amazing, but it lacked a little charm, which was what a real kendo stunt needed.

"Pure Yang! Pure Yang!"

A hint of hope appeared in Ye Hao's eyes, the other party's sword seemed to evoke the power of the pure yang origin that he had lost, this was the fundamental reason for the blood boiling in his body, until this moment, Ye Hao knew that the pure yang true intent he had penetrated had already penetrated into the bone marrow, and even every inch of flesh and blood, even if the true qi seed was shattered, it could still show the mystery of the pure yang true intent.

He lightly pointed out, this finger was the pure yang finger he had cultivated in the territory of Zhao at the beginning, this finger pointed out, the void was like a round of red sun descending, the void was distorted, and the vast pure yang breath burst out from his fingertips. (To be continued.) )