Ye Fei's free wind is extremely wonderful, his speed is so fast, and his movements are so light, he is completely out of the two great masters.

After chasing all the way, I finally saw two black dots flickering under the moonlit night on a big river dozens of miles away.

The two of them were on the surface of the river, going up and down, treading the water, and fighting in the dark.

"Jiuyang Divine Fist!"

As the creator of the peerless martial arts "Jiuyang Divine Skill", Dou Sa Monk has cultivated to the earth-shattering and has reached the realm of transformation.

With this hand of the Jiuyang Divine Fist, he used the real wind and thunder, and it was overwhelming, and it shook the river into dozens of monstrous water injections.

Such a thunderous and thunderbolt-like fist blasted out, even if it was an iron wall, it would be torn apart!

However, in the face of such a fierce onslaught, the Ghostface did not retreat.

He unfolded his strange body technique, fluctuating like a ghost, and with a wave of a pair of thin palms, countless cold qi rushed out.

This person's palm power is the opposite of that of the fighting monk, with an extremely yin to cold aura, and the hand is cold to the bone, freezing the river water below.

"Fighting Monk, you have been drunk all your life, today this seat will let you be a fool and go to hell to repent!"

The ghost-faced man smiled sadly.

His voice seemed to come from the Nine Shadows, sharp and dry, making people shudder when they heard it.

With this voice, a full moon scimitar appeared in the ghost-faced man's hand, shining with an icy cold light in the moonlight.

"Adversary, Hugh is rampant!"

The fighting monk was furious in his heart, and he no longer returned to his usual witty demeanor, and let out a loud shout, and his body rose up like a flying eagle.

Then, he threw a punch from a height of more than ten zhang, a fist mark like a small mountain, and pressed towards the ghost-faced man.

His volley was like a goshawk, wrapped in the strong wind of hunting, pressing the air out of the Dao Dao and roaring, and the momentum bombarded like thunder.

"Xuanming Divine Palm!"

Seeing this, the ghost-faced man let out a wild roar from his mouth, like a fierce tiger roaring in the forest, shaking the Yangtze River.

Then, the momentum around him changed, the aura around him was rolling, and the river rushed upwards frantically, turning into ice arrows and rushing towards the wine fighting monk.

In an instant, with the astonishing killing machine, the two of them slammed into each other, turning a radius of hundreds of meters into nothingness.

"Xuan Ming Divine Palm? Who is this man? ”

Ye Fei hid in the shadows, secretly observing the identity of the ghost-faced man.

Originally, he was a little suspicious that the other party was one of the two elders of Xuan Ming, but now it seems that he was wrong.

The two elders of Xuan Ming will not be strong like this, could it be their master who has lost the Taoist?

The Hundred Losses Daoist once fought with Zhang Sanfeng, and it makes sense to be able to have an innate level of cultivation.

It's just that the Hundred Losses Daoist behaved like this, but he didn't understand it, and he didn't know what kind of force this Hundred Losses Daoist belonged to, and he actually came from the Western Regions to frame him.

The battle between the two was as fast as lightning, and in just a few moments, they exchanged hundreds of moves

Seeing that he couldn't tell the winner in a short period of time, the ghost-faced man was no longer entangled.

"Old bald donkey, there is something in this seat today, spare your dog's life for the time being, you bald head, keep it for me first!"

After saying that, the ghost-faced man let out a scream, and then burst into a palm, striking out a cold energy that shook off the fighting monk.

This move is a trick in the palm of the Xuan Shen God, it is extremely cold, blending into the icy and cold artistic conception, as if the entire sky is frozen.

The fighting monk and the other party fought more than a hundred moves, and there were already a lot of cold poisonous gases in his body, and his actions gradually slowed down.

Fortunately, his cultivation is profound, and the Jiuyang Divine Skill is the most yang and rigid kung fu, but it can be resolved.

But now that he received a trick from the other party, his whole body condensed into ice, and it was difficult to resolve it in his eagerness, so he had to watch the other party flee away.

"Bastard!"

The wine fighting monk shook away the ice all over his body, then picked up the wine gourd and poured a large sip of wine, and transported the Jiuyang Divine Skill to start forcing the poison.

Originally, his cultivation was slightly higher than that of this ghost-faced man, but the other party's body was weird, and he cultivated this kind of vicious poisonous palm, which made him unable to let go of his hands and feet in the hand, and failed to stop the other party, which made him breathe a sigh of sulk in his heart.

When he forced out the cold poison, the other party was already gone, and he could only return to the Shaolin Temple with anger.

However, he couldn't catch up with the ghost-faced man, but Ye Fei wouldn't let the other party go.

He exerted a free ride against the wind, completely blending his body into the air, breathing introverted, and his breath was inconspicuous, like a piece of flying flotsam floating in the sky.

Such a miraculous light skill is no different from flying, the ghost-faced man is speeding ahead, and no one is following him at all.

I don't know how long it took, but the front suddenly opened up, and I actually arrived in a valley, full of flowers and trees, and the scenery was beautiful.

It's just that there are a lot of martial arts people standing in the valley, all of them are fierce and evil, exuding an amazing evil aura, destroying the beauty of the valley.

There are about 100 people in the valley, the lowest cultivation is at the second-rate level, and the highest cultivation is like a vast ocean, and even Ye Fei can't explore it to the end.

Especially the black-robed man standing on the mountain wall, standing in the wind, majestic, giving people a feeling of being invincible.

His cultivation was much stronger than that of the ghost-faced man, and between his breath and breath, two dragon-shaped qi pillars were swallowing in front of him, which was really a little frighteningly high.

The most terrifying thing is his extremely dark eyes, which flash between the closes and conjure up countless monsters.

If a person whose cultivation is shallow and his will is not strong, as long as he glances at it, he is afraid that he will immediately fall into an illusion and will never be able to sober up again.

However, although this man is powerful, he is not yet the master of this place.

A girl who looks like a bright dew in Chaohua, wearing a goose yellow light shirt, has a graceful figure, her hair is light, and her peerless face is faintly visible.

She stood in the center, surrounded by a group of masters and stars, and her face was extremely respectful.

Even the ghost-faced man who had just entered the valley hurriedly stepped forward to greet the girl when he saw it.

"Bai Zhen has seen the county lord, the county lord Wan An!"

The ghost-faced man ripped off his mask, revealing a mask as white as a dead man.

"Sure enough, it's a Hundred Damage Dao people!"

Ye Fei sighed secretly.

Baiyi Daoist and Zhang Sanfeng are contemporaries, and they are afraid that they are not over 100 years old, so it is reasonable to have this kind of cultivation.

It's just that this person is vicious and murderous, and those who have offended him have all been punished extremely cruelly.

I didn't expect him to be so low-brow and pleasing in front of this girl, it was really unbelievable.

He called this girl the lord of the county? Could it be that this is the county lord of Zhao Min of Mongolia?

If she was Zhao Min, then it would make sense for these people to be so respectful to her.

Although Zhao Min is a daughter, she has always been ambitious, better than most men in this world.

In order to realize her ideals, she showed her talents to the Mongolian court to the fullest and did many earth-shattering things.

It's a pity that this world is not friendly to women, and the long-term prejudice makes it difficult for her to get rid of the disadvantages of women.

Not to mention the big names in the court, even her father, King Ruyang, attaches more importance to her brother Wang Baobao......