At this moment, in front of Zixiao Palace, all the disciples of Wudang Mountain gathered.

The fighting monk who had been separated from Song Xing before also appeared in the center of the square, standing in front of Zhang Sanfeng, confronting a group of people.

Before he set foot in Zixiao Palace, Song Xing had already felt a bone-chilling cold aura, filling the entire Zixiao Palace.

In Zixiao Palace, there seems to be a resentful aura accumulated for thousands of years, which is constantly spreading and spreading.

A voice suddenly came from inside the hall: "Haha! I've finally waited for this day. ”

With the sound appearing, a large area of rich evil aura poured out of the main hall.

These evil spirits turned into substance, like waves of water, beating and drowning the people.

"Evil Barrier!" The Fighting Monk was furious.

When he raised his hand, a burst of golden light suddenly bloomed, turning into a golden Arhat.

The golden arhat held the demon slaying pestle and slammed into the black mist rushing in his face.

In an instant, countless resentful spirits roared and turned into nothing.

The wine monk fell with another demon pestle, and the black mist was even worse, turning into a pitch-black spear and stabbing at the chest of the wine monk.

The fighting monk didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly pulled back, avoiding this fierce attack.

The people in the black fog laughed a few times, and seemed to be very happy.

Zhang Sanfeng shouted in a deep voice: "Nanyan Sect Leader Yang Lian Zhenjia! ”

"Hehe, if Wudang doesn't want to follow in the footsteps of Shaolin and hand over the Yitian Sword, I will wait for my life!"

A voice slowly drifted out of the darkness.

"Humph! You dream! Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly, his body rose into the air, and the dust in his hand danced, and hundreds of silver threads were swayed in an instant.

These hundreds of silver threads were like living creatures, strangled towards the black mist.

In the black mist, Yang Lian Zhenjia's contemptuous voice sounded, "I don't think I can do anything. ”

Suddenly, a black light appeared, meeting the long dragon composed of silver filaments, and actually crushed the silver filaments inch by inch.

Immediately, as soon as the black fog was closed, Yang Lian Zhenjia, who was wearing a monk's big red robe and wearing a red mask, appeared in front of the black fog, staring at Zhang Sanfeng with both eyes, and his tone was cold: "Zhang Sanfeng!" You have a bit of courage to suppress the Divine Stone alone for thirty years, but it's a pity, it's a pity, I've already practiced the Immortal Divine Skill, and today is the time when your martial arts are destroyed? ”

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes changed suddenly.

"Evil Demon Outer Dao, kill you today!"

Zhang Sanfeng let out a low roar, shook off the dust, and the silver wires were detached from the dust.

These silver threads cut a graceful arc in the void and shot towards Yang Lian Zhenjia.

Yang Lian Zhenjia did not dodge, but stretched out his finger and pointed towards those silver threads.

Those silver threads touched Yang Lian Zhenjia's fingers, and they stuck to his fingers like magnets.

Immediately after, endless electric light followed these silver threads into Yang Lian Zhenjia's body.

A burning smell filled the air.

But it soon returned to its original state, and Yang Lian Zhenjia's fingers came back to life.

The corners of Yang Lian Zhenjia's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm, "Zhang Sanfeng, do you think that with the treasure in your hand, you can help this sect leader?" It's just whimsical. ”

After saying this, a cloud of black qi suddenly erupted, enveloping Yang Lian Zhenjia in it.

The black mist obscured the line of sight, making it impossible for people to catch Yang Lian Zhenjia's figure at all.

"What kind of hex is this?" Zhang Sanfeng's brows furrowed, and an alarm rose in his heart.

With a flick of his wrist, the dust in his hand swept away, and once again released countless silver threads, winding towards the black mist.

These silver filaments are like living creatures, not only slicing through enemies, but also corroding and melting the black mist.

However, Yang Lian Zhenjia had already prepared, and in the black mist, wisps of black smoke rose up, enveloping the entire Zixiao Palace in the blink of an eye.

In the black smoke, Yang Lian Zhenjia's figure loomed, revealing every move and style, revealing mystery and unpredictability.

Zhang Sanfeng only felt that the pores of his body exploded, and a terrifying and dangerous aura enveloped his whole body.

It was an indescribable sense of fear, as if something made him tremble.

Thundered......

The thunder roared, and the sky suddenly became cloudy.

Endless thunder converged, and huge thunder lotus flowers bloomed in the sky, and each thunder lotus condensed into a thick thunder pillar.

"What kind of hex is this?" Song Yuanqiao was surprised.

"It's so powerful."

"What a strange method, this is definitely not an ordinary demon person."

The Wudang disciples had a lot of discussions.

Zhang Sanfeng did not panic.

His pupils shimmered with golden essence, and with a punch, he punched out, creating a vacuum passage and rushing into the cloudy sky.

Countless thunderbolts fell.

These thunderbolts, containing the power to destroy the world and the earth, fell into the vacuum channel, and actually tore the vacuum channel apart.

Zhang Sanfeng took advantage of the situation to highlight the dark clouds and came to the sky above the black fog.

Between heaven and earth, a huge Tai Chi pattern was suspended in mid-air, and mysterious runes shone one one after another, exuding a brilliant golden glow.

Immediately, Zhang Sanfeng put his hands together.

There was a huge thunderclap, and a huge golden palm print fell, pressing directly on the black mist, and a deafening bombardment sounded, setting off monstrous waves.

Although this black mist is extremely weird, even the silver filament in Zhang Sanfeng's hand can corrode it, but it can't stop this palm.

The black mist was blasted away, revealing Yang Lian Zhenjia's figure.

"Zhang Sanfeng, you still have some skills!" Yang Lian Zhenjia's face showed a sinister smile, and he took one step and arrived in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng pinched the sword trick in his hand, and a flying sword shot out from behind him, bringing a sharp edge.

The sword light was like lightning, quickly shuttling, leaving countless afterimages in the air, slashing towards Yang Lian Zhenjia.

Yang Lian Zhenjia was still not afraid, his hands reached out, his five fingers were claws, and he grabbed towards the flying sword.

Bite! Bite! Bite! Bite! Bite!

Four crisp metal crashing sounds sounded, and Yang Lian Zhenjia grabbed the flying sword that Zhang Sanfeng had cultivated for many years in his hand with his bare hands, and then pinched it hard.

Click!

The flying sword snapped and fell to the ground.

"Carving insect skills!" Yang Lian Zhenjia laughed mockingly, clenched his fist with his right hand, and the fist momentum surged, turning into a majestic mountain and slamming into Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng pinched the sword trick in his hand, and the other two flying swords behind his back also turned into two stegosaurs, roaring away.

Bang bang!

The two collided, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, setting off an boundless wind, uprooting the surrounding trees, stirring them into powder, and rolling them into the sky.

"Get out of here!"

Yang Lian Zhenjia roared angrily, and the fist turned into thousands of fist shadows, bombarding towards the stegosaurus.

There was a crackling sound.

These thousands of fist shadows struck the two flying swords, completely blasting them into powder.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Zhang Sanfeng suffered a backlash, flew upside down, and fell to the ground.

"Master!" The crowd screamed.

"Hahahaha......"

Yang Lian Zhenjia looked up to the sky and roared, and the sound was rolling, sweeping the entire world.

Just when Yang Lian Zhenjia was about to make a dead move, the fighting wine monk suddenly punched forward, and suddenly a huge fist shadow pushed out horizontally, bombarded Yang Lian Zhenjia's body, and knocked it out.

Burst!

Spit out a mouthful of blood, Yang Lian Zhenjia's eyes were cold: "You are looking for death!" ”

He slapped his palms on the ground, and his body bounced up in the air, attacking the wine fighting monk.

The Fighting Wine Monk stood still, letting him pounce, but at the moment when he approached, the Fighting Wine Monk's footsteps moved slightly, avoiding it instantly, and then raised his hand and slapped it towards Yang Lian Zhenjia's chest.

(End of chapter)