The man in the green robe held an oil-paper umbrella in his left hand, and a drop of rain slid down in a thread, like a loose bead curtain, slightly obscuring his face, and only the pale of his temples jumped out with the vicissitudes of the years.

But at this moment, in the reflection of the black horizontal sword's vision and other senses, except for this umbrella, this person, there is nothing else between heaven and earth, and the majestic rainstorm fades abruptly, as if the water stains on the mirror have been wiped off, and the dark clouds and the long street disappear at the same time, falling into the void, leaving only darkness.

Knock knock, knock knock, Wu Hengjian's heartbeat involuntarily accelerated, like a drum, and an indescribable sense of danger rose.

The blue-robed man in front of him was terrifying!

Extremely scary!

Similar thoughts reverberated wildly in Wu Hengjian's mind, only to feel that this was the strongest enemy he had ever encountered in his life!

It's not that he hasn't met a grandmaster in the past, but he has never been hostile, and I don't know if this is how he feels in the face of the grandmaster's oppression, in short, compared to the soul chasing demon lord who had encountered it once and almost killed himself, the pressure on his soul in front of him was much stronger.

The blood rushed back to the heart, and it was sprayed out again, and Wu Hengjian faintly felt that his hands and feet were weak, and his heart rose sharply to the negative thoughts that he couldn't resist, and he couldn't afford to fight.

Does the suppression of momentum and spirit alone put oneself on the verge of defeat? The black horizontal sword is also an exterior scene, and it is experienced, and it is trying its best to get rid of this influence.

Suddenly, the blue-robed figure in his pupils rapidly widened, filling his vision, as if floating in front of him in an instant, and then holding an umbrella in his left hand and reaching forward with his right hand.

The palm of this hand was white, shining, slender and powerful, and slashed diagonally like a sword.

With this split, the senses of the black horizontal sword were strangely restored, the sound of rattling and clattering sounded in the ears, the heavy rain that splashed the mist shone into the eyes, and the wide and long street flowed with a layer of stagnant water. The slate is cleaned, and the houses on both sides are hooked.

But this qiē is so slow, the heavy rain is like sticky honey, falling little by little, the mist is like an old man who is about to die, slightly expanding, and the interval between the rattling sounds is very long, and it is sleepy.

Sluggish nature, sluggish heaven and earth, sluggish body and feelings. They were so harmonious that the black horizontal sword couldn't tell the difference, but the right palm that slashed diagonally maintained its normal speed, and the "slow" conspicuous and weird set off.

Through guò observation, a palm that simulates the surface qi route of the sword twenty-three!

Of course, it's just a slightly improved and weakened version of Jiang Zhi.

Of course, just the superficial state likes.

Obviously it is slow, but it is actually an illusion, and the essence is the "Seven Illusions of Immortality" derivative palm technique promoted by the core true intention of Ananda's Breaking Ring Sword Method!

How could this be? How could there be such a palm technique? Wu Hengjian was slow in thinking. It seems that he can only sit and wait for death, watching this palm slash on the top of his head, and the sense of danger in his heart is great, which is really only encountered in his life. I feel that the man in the green robe in front of me is like a demon!

After all, he was not idle, and at the last moment, he forcibly raised his hands and put on a posture of swallowing. Open your mouth, the darkness stands out, and it spins rapidly.

And then. He took a deep breath.

Suddenly, the vitality of heaven and earth, and the strength of the rain palm, all fell on his mouth, his body, and his hands, as if a hundred rivers returned to the sea, gushing endlessly.

The rain curtain was torn, the palm strength was destroyed, the long street was like a whirlwind, everything was involved, and the black horizontal sword was the core and source of the whirlwind!

The illusion disappeared, and the black horizontal sword saw the world clearly, saw the scattered dark clouds and heavy rain clearly, and also saw clearly the blue-robed man holding an oil-paper umbrella at the mouth of the alley in the distance, he was nearly middle-aged, with white sideburns, profound facial features, elegant and vicissitudes, standing there quietly, as if he had not made a move just now.

At this moment, he saw Meng Qi take a leisurely step, giving people a wonderful feeling between the movements, as if one step beyond the sea of suffering, one step to the other side, directly appeared in front of him, and slapped it with a fluttering palm, completely ignoring the whale swallowing momentum and the "dark" suction spreading around.

This palm didn't carry the palm wind, did not emit palm strength, and did not even hook the heavens and the earth, just fluttering down gently, like a leaf.

But the pupils of the black horizontal sword contracted rapidly, and he couldn't restrain himself than he was dull just now, because this palm seemed to be simply opened, but in fact, he couldn't grasp the law at all, it seemed to be everywhere, and it seemed to be everywhere, as if it wasn't anywhere, and he didn't know how to block, how to prevent and how to hide!

Heaven and the world, I am the only one, everywhere, everywhere!

Even if he is not a person who is a Buddha, the black horizontal sword also tastes the deep Zen contained in the palm, as well as the terrible and depraved filth that kills all things, and they are wonderfully connected in Zen, neither one nor the other!

The same goes for the palm and me!

When this thought was born in his heart, the black horizontal sword was already desperate, and the sense of danger was even worse than just now, and even if he raised his spirit and forcibly attacked, he couldn't stop this palm at all.

It's unstoppable!

Suddenly, his face turned hideous, he gritted his teeth, and he didn't make any reservations, he didn't dare to keep them, and a pitch-black mark grew sharply from his eyebrows, full of the smell of depravity, killing, and blood, which washed away the Zen and condensed the demonic energy.

Syllable!

The white and powerful palm converged, directly appeared behind many defenses, and hit the forehead of the black horizontal sword with a transcendent, self-only and idealistic state, hitting his head and bleeding, his head was dizzy, and the spirit was shaking.

If it weren't for the protection of the power of the Dark Demon Scar, the consequences would be unimaginable!

As if this was the case, the pitch-black demon marks had also fallen, turning into inky light, merging with the monstrous demonic qi that had risen in the body of the black horizontal sword, rising from the ground and quickly fleeing towards the port.

"Huh......" There was an accident, and the back hand of the black horizontal sword exceeded Meng Qi's expectations, and it was half a beat slower before turning into Changhong, walking through the rain curtain, and chasing after him.

On the long street, the stagnant water washed the stone slabs, the raindrops fell again, and soon they were restored to their original state, and the two exterior scenes fought without any damage, and the power of control and the strangeness of the fight can be seen!

The ink light fell into the sea silently, diving rapidly, flying away, but the sense of danger in the heart of the black horizontal sword did not diminish at all, it seemed that the god-like blue-robed man was only one step away from himself, and he would soon be able to catch up, and it was really like a thorn in the back!

The danger is getting closer and stronger, and when Wu Hengjian couldn't suppress his despair and fear in his heart, he suddenly felt light, and that feeling disappeared inexplicably.

He was stunned and found that there was a building ship on the sea not far away, seven stories high, magnificent and majestic. There are flags before and after, and they are written with different characters:

"Donghai Jianzhuang";

"Ho"!

It turned out that he had encountered the ship of the He family in the East China Sea, and he really shouldn't have died! Wu Hengjian sighed, and he was spontaneously happy, no wonder the terrible man in the green robe didn't dare to chase after him anymore.

At this moment, a silk thread with a curved hook fell in front of his eyes, and up the way, he could see an old man with sparse and yellowish hair standing on the edge of the boat, his breath was restrained, and he did not fluctuate at all. If you don't look at it, you don't even notice he's here.

Seeing that his tracks were discovered, and that there was an extremely terrible enemy behind him, the black horizontal sword did not dare to escape, and obediently fled and flew onto the deck.

"The young farmer let you in. The yellow-haired old man said lightly and continued to catch his fish.

Wu Hengjian followed the instructions, stepped into the cabin, and saw someone sitting in front of the window.

He even sits. is also half a head taller than ordinary people, with eyebrows like swords, eyes like pools, and casual postures. Confidence was in his hands, as if nothing in the world could bother him, and no enemy could make him sleep.

"I've seen the young owner. Wu Hengjian knew that the person in front of him was the "invisible sword" He Jiu.

"What happened in Linhai City, why did you flee in a hurry?" He Jiu asked bluntly.

Wu Hengjian's heart moved. Tell the matter as it is, from the fact that he found out that Old Man Yun's death was strange to the mysterious and terrifying strong man in the green robe who blocked the road and intercepted him, and he didn't say anything about it, probably because of the silence. But no one thinks so.

He Jiu gently tapped the table in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "The two palms of the people in the green robe have their own mysteries, which are difficult to measure, the former is similar to the law of the Xuantian Sect, and the latter I have not seen anything similar, I can't see the calendar, what clues do you have?"

Wu Hengjian shook his head: "I haven't heard of a similar powerhouse in the next place. ”

He Jiu took out a jade slip with a rune seal on it, and asked the Wuheng Sword to instill what Shicai saw inside, so as to identify it according to his breath and appearance.

If it weren't for that, just from the green robe, the facial features are profound, the sideburns are frosty white, the temperament is elegant, the eyes are vicissitudes, and the umbrella of oil paper is in hand.

Wu Hengjian also wanted to know who the person who did it was, so he examined it slightly, and put the jade slip on his forehead to instill the image.

He Jiu looked at it, his expression remained unchanged, and he threw the jade slip out of the window and was dragged away by the fish hook.

After a while, an old voice came: "Judging from his breath and appearance, he is the poisonous demon lord of the past." ”

"He's so much stronger that he shouldn't be underestimated. He Jiu said to himself, his words were full of interest, and he seemed to want to weigh the current Poison Hand Demon Lord.

Wu Hengjian thought to himself, and turned to say: "In the lower part of the left path, chased and killed by evil demons, his whereabouts have always been secretive, and he is confident that he can be intercepted and killed casually, and the poisonous hand demon lord can stop him, and there must be someone behind him to report the news!"

"Do you have a suspicion?" He Jiu asked with a smile.

Wu Hengjian pondered and replied: "I have seen several elders of the Zhu family Tie family and the Yun family in the next few days, if it is said that they have leaked the line of hiding, they are the most likely, but unless they have a secret method of secretly tracking, they should not be able to find out with their vigilance......

"Who knows where you're hiding?" He Jiu still looked confident and calm.

"The thirteenth master of the Yun family, Miss Yun Qi, a hall master of the local boat gang, he is the best friend of the next generation, and he is the hiding place he arranged. "The black horizontal sword did not show favoritism, and told all those who knew.

He Jiu asked slowly, helping Wu Hengjian clear his thoughts.

............

On the shore of the port, Meng Qi held an oil-paper umbrella and stood in the torrential rain, looking at the ships on the sea.

"Interesting. He whispered to himself, turned around, and slowly stepped into the rain, disappearing into the mist.

The pitch-black demon mark at the end of the black horizontal sword just now is very similar to the demon lord I saw at the beginning!

Although it is by no means similar, it can be seen that it is in the same vein!

Was it rumored that he and Gu Xiaosang had entered the demon tomb earlier than him, or was there something else hidden?

Originally, Meng Qi didn't care about the result this time, he just wanted to quickly win his trust and get close to the plain girl Dao, but who knew that there was something related to the demon lord, and it became a little interesting......!

PS: I'm back, and I'll make up for it tomorrow~