It seems that with an understatement, the woman in purple was embedded in the gorge wall, Wang Xianzhi just glanced at it, and did not chase it, but jumped back to the ferry, there were still water stains on the deck, and the old fairy didn't need to speak, and the ferry continued to move forward. No one on the boat dared to approach, whispering, now purple clothes are popular in the north and south of the river, some young women on the rivers and lakes like to wear purple clothes and purple skirts, the boat mixed with the rivers and lakes, for a while I dare not be sure that the purple clothes that block the river is the current martial arts alliance leader, if the woman is Xuanyuan Qingfeng, the owner of Daxueping Building, then standing at the bow of the boat, this old guy who can beat her into a water dog, who else can be? Wang Xianzhi's ferryboat at his feet slowly moved forward, before crossing the gorge, it was getting closer and closer to the brand-new tomb, and the people and people on the boat were worried.

Wang Xianzhi never squinted, at the cliff of the mountain gorge, there was a slight sound of gravel falling into the river, the loose purple clothes were like the vine grass living creatures after the winter, the spring breeze blew and grows, and like water overflowing, "seeping" out of the stone pit, wisps of purple clinging to the stone wall, seeing that everyone on the ferry boat is full of liver and gall, that woman is really the incarnation of the evil Jiao that cannot be killed in the Guangling River? The woman wrapped in a mass of purple slowly floated out of the grave, stretched out a palm, and pressed it on her mouth, but the scarlet blood still oozed from between her fingers. Entering the celestial realm named by Gao Shulu four hundred years ago, the flow of qi and the birth and death of the weather are extremely rapid , and then wait for the opportunity to knock on the finger and ask, or pinch off or promote, then the celestial phenomenon is to touch a whole vein, in order to follow the trend, in order to borrow the law of heaven and earth, but Gao Shulu once said that the celestial phenomenon is the gatekeeper of this courtyard in the world, and he understands the truth of beating the dog to see the master, the master of the ordinary celestial realm, killing people and saving people will inevitably be impregnated with luck, Han Shengxuan deliberately stagnated in the finger for the rest of his life, that is, the human cat killed the master of the rivers and lakes, and he could be more unscrupulous. Xuanyuan Qingfeng to the original method of the ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan, frantically absorbing the cultivation of others and the number of qi to fill his own strength, the first group of veteran masters of Huishan almost all died for no reason, she will secretly go down the mountain once a month, looking for fresh food, this is no longer a rabbit does not eat the grass by the nest, but the helplessness of the nest without grass to eat, Xuanyuan Qingfeng is like a female Pixiu, on the road of the left side of the door is getting farther and farther.

Her graceful figure emerged from the dilapidated mountain wall, and the wanton flutter of her large-sleeved purple clothes not only did not reduce her demeanor, but instead added to the mystery of her as the leader of the martial arts alliance. Wang Xianzhi's punch smashed the "first breath", and the ferry went forward during this time, giving her the opportunity to "regenerate a breath", in fact, at the bottom of the Guangling River for a sleeve of Qinglong to chase and kill, Xuanyuan Qingfeng has already been forceful, at that time she had two ways to go, after breaking that sleeve of gangqi, avoid its edge, honestly hide at the bottom of the river, but she still let her own gang qi pull the iron cable out of the river, almost hard to resist Wang Xianzhi's punch, look at her posture at this time fluttering away from the grave, is she going to fight again? Sure enough, while the ferry had not yet entered the mountain gorge, Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at Wang Xianzhi's side and stretched out a hand forward.

Wang Xianzhi's figure standing proudly on the bow of the boat flashed away, and the ferry under his feet was like an off-string arrow, suddenly splitting the river and crashing into the mountain gorge at high speed. Xuanyuan Qingfeng pressed down with both hands, his body was floating on the cliff for more than ten zhang, Wang Xianzhi followed him like a shadow, his toes first stepped on the outer edge of the hole, and then he walked on the ground, chasing the purple "walking" on the mountain wall. Xuanyuan Qingfeng pulled his hands, and countless dark iron cables hidden at the foot of the cliff clinged to the rocks, rising in clusters, twisting and entangled, and frantically chasing the burly old man's back. Wang Xianzhi, who was sliding on the mountain wall with both feet, turned a deaf ear to the black pressure on a large piece of iron snake behind him, Xuanyuan Qingfeng knocked his arms back, and drilled his five fingers into the stone wall, like a purple gecko nail attached to the wall, the purple clothes hit the mountain, suddenly spread out, and then covered the master's body for a moment, wrapped into a huge cocoon that was impermeable, spit out thousands of silks, and forced Wang Xianzhi's qi machine to come out with iron cables, and then used silk to trace the unique trajectory of Wang Xianzhi's qi flow, bright red silk and pitch-black iron cables quickly staggered, trying to crush Wang Xianzhi who was deeply trapped in it。

This is a trap that covers the sky and the sun, Wang Xianzhi walks in it, and as he moves forward, the silk chain moves with it, and there are constantly mountain rocks exploding and rolling down into the river, stirring up layers of waves. Wang Xianzhi did not have the signs of bulging of the ordinary master's qi machine, but it had already made countless entangled silk ropes unable to get close, and the old man did the opposite, losing most of his momentum, and letting the cobwebs clutch hold his undefeated body, which was known as the invincible Donkey Kong of the Buddha Gate, only revealing a head. One product and four realms, Wang Xianzhi's crossing speed is not the fastest, to this day, even if he, the city lord of Emperor Wu, is the first in the world, he has not won the first place in the first three realms, the King Kong realm has the white-clothed monk Li Beware, referring to the Xuan has Deng Tai'a, even if there is no peach blossom sword god, there is still Han Shengxuan, and the celestial phenomenon has Cao Changqing, but the rivers and lakes where the four great masters were located back then, Li Chungang is almost even in the three yuan, except for the King Kong realm lost to the Nagarjuna monk, referring to the Xuantian Elephant is the contemporary leader. But this did not prevent Wang Xianzhi from laughing to the bottom and becoming the only one at the top of the martial arts in the entire five hundred years. Therefore, when Wang Xianzhi deliberately reined in his qi and allowed Xuanyuan Qingfeng to succeed, the Lord of the Purple Mountain immediately gave up the idea of strangling this old monster, and decisively broke out of the cocoon, and continued to levitate to the dragon, at the same time, the silk iron rope exploded, the purple and black two-color powder dispersed to all sides, and the entire cliff began to shake violently under the huge impact of the fog.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's purple clothes are no longer so purple, and the robe that is more "seamless" than the best weaver's work in the royal weaving bureau has been four or five points lighter in color.

I saw that Wang Xianzhi was still walking along the mountain wall, not fast or slow, just slightly faster than Xuanyuan Qingfeng's rising speed, Wang Xianzhi actually had the leisure and elegance to chat, and his tone was flat, "The world's martial arts are divided into arts, Lu Zu carries the way of heaven on his shoulders, the old man sincerely admires, the sword after Li Chungang, the talent is withering, Deng Tai'a can also enter the eyes of the old man, and the burden of the road has fallen on Cao Changqing's shoulders before, and he has not been able to get out of the trap of the ancients over the years." ”

"Xuanyuan Qingfeng, your cultivation is nothing more than a mirage, there is no need for huge waves, just a strong wind blows and disappears, and when you meet ordinary people outside the martial arts commentary, you can scare a few times. The old man originally thought that you were a woman, and it was not easy to practice martial arts......"

Ziyi suddenly stopped and retreated, and said sharply: "What about women?!"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng also stepped on the cliff with both feet, and she and Wang Xianzhi were like stepping on the same side of the mirror, colliding head-on.

She smashed down with both fists, and Wang Xianzhi, who was behind with one hand, let it be smashed on her shoulder, and gently punched "point" In the center of the woman's eyebrows, Wang Xianzhi did not move at all, Xuanyuan Qingfeng did not have much turmoil, only the head was thrown back a slight amplitude, the biggest movement was the mountain wall under the feet of the two, tearing out an increasingly obvious crack, with Xuanyuan Qingfeng's head shaking, her sleeves were also twisted, revealing two pink and tender lotus-like wrists, but this kind of white and translucent red is not the kind of allure of a woman's natural beauty, but a sick scene, the blood under the snow-white skin flows and surges in a form visible to the naked eye, a boneless person! In order to absorb those external cultivation internal forces, and withstand the counterattack of those masters who died in her hands, she did not hesitate to smelt her body into a living molten pool, melting others and melting herself.

Wang Xianzhi naturally recognized the roots of this crazy woman, and there was no mercy, seeing that she didn't know whether she was dead or alive, the punch suddenly exerted force, and the smiling and generous martial arts alliance leader was repelled by more than ten zhang, and he swept to the opposite side of Xuanyuan Qingfeng in one step, twisted her slender neck relative to the man, and always carried it with one hand, Wang Xianzhi grabbed this body, swirled his body, gathered momentum slightly, let go of his five fingers, and threw the woman in purple to a height of more than ten zhang above the top of the gorge wall, the scabbard is the Guangling River, and the sword body is the river water. Wang Xianzhi's sleeve of green dragon, there is no definite number, at this time the old man will use this water sword that jumps over his head to penetrate the stubborn woman's body and nail it in the air.

The water sword castration is amazing, rushing up quickly along the cliff, and it did hit the purple-clothed woman who was half of the qi machine scattered all over her body, but this water sword as thick as the wellhead did not pierce Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body, but was blocked by a cloud of ivory jade white fuzzy mist, the fog was permeated and fan-shaped, the water sword was like a sharp needle piercing the copper mirror mirror, and the fog gradually disappeared, but Wang Xianzhi, who was walking on the ground, did not have this patience, raised a hand, and the water column expanded from the size of the wellhead to the size of the patio of the gateway of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River in an instant, which is not a needle-piercing mirror, but a vulgar scene of a sledgehammer smashing the mirror。 That's not all, several water columns of the same size were pulled by Wang Xianzhi's handy qi machine, stirred out of the water, and slaughtered towards the sky, each water dragon, and contained Wang Xianzhi's abundant qi machine, with the cliff as a line, the water column circled a half arc, which happened to hit the fog.

Wang Xianzhi walked to the top of the cliff, raised her head and sneered, no wonder this woman can go against the grain, someone gave or lent her a piece of national luck.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's life hung by a thread, but he didn't wait to die, he stood up on the mirror with difficulty, holding a sword with both hands, the tip of the sword pointing downward, pointing directly at Wang Xianzhi's neck!

The jade seal luck that had been transferred to her began to spin, detached from the mirror, and condensed on her "subordinates" and "sword".

Xuanyuan Qingfeng shouted angrily.

Press down with both hands.

The first Jiaolong Water Sword was shattered in an instant, and those water columns that originally hit the mirror surface were also involved by this sword qi, and they turned against each other, following the invisible sword qi and smashing towards the top of Wang Xianzhi's head.

Wang Xianzhi sneered lightly, how could the light of a little luck of rice grains compete with the sun and the moon!

The martial artist no longer carried his hands behind his back, his hands were hooked with five fingers, and one foot slipped out of the ground on the top of the cliff a few inches, and his knees were slightly bent.

I'm afraid this is the first time that the city lord of Emperor Wu City has made a real move.

After Xuanyuan Qingfeng took a sword, he was already bankrupt, and he could only wait for death to maintain that strange posture of holding the sword.

Wang Xianzhi jumped up in an instant, and the entire cliff top was pressed down several zhang high, and before the bottom of the cliff could hear a sound and movement, the majestic qi that poured out from top to bottom had already taken the lead in repelling the Guangling waves that hit the mountain wall.

Whether it was the sword qi or the water column, it was neither blocked nor smashed, and it was even like losing the target, smashing indiscriminately on the top of the already precarious cliff.

Wang Xianzhi had already come to the top of the purple-clothed woman's head, and smashed the woman who didn't spare her life off the top of the mountain with one punch, and fell far away to the river in the distance.

It seemed like a punch, but before Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body fell into the Guangling River, the purple stagnated in the air several times, followed by a loud thunderclap, the purple qi dispersed and dispersed, and the purple faded and faded.

Wang Xianzhi didn't seem to be satisfied with her dying struggles that the celestial realm should have.

The old man held up his left palm, levitating the purple clothes that were about to run into the river out of thin air, and his right hand punched the figure the size of a fingernail in the distance.

The majestic fist was like a white rainbow, tearing through the sky and hitting the dying purple cloth who had hovered still.