The hand placed on Zuo Lengchan's chest, like ice jade, was crystal clear, shrouded in a layer of white cold mist, which looked mysterious and extraordinary, and at this time, the palm was outward, slowly pushing out in the direction of Xu Zifan.

Rumble! The whole hall began to shake at this moment, and the pillars and beams in the hall were shaking, rumbling and rumbling, and the dust on them was falling.

This palm has not yet been punched, just pushed forward, at this time the surrounding vision has been revealed, not only the hall is shaking, the temperature in the entire hall is dropping again at this time, from the outside, the entire hall building is covered with a layer of hoarfrost, there is a white mist rising.

At this moment, the group of heroes was shocked in their hearts, and they fled from the main hall one after another, and retreated outside, but they still gathered around, paying attention to the situation in the main hall.

Now the hall is like an ice hell, and the air is trembling, as if an ice and snow demon lord is about to descend, the momentum is amazing, unsettling, and makes people feel very depressed.

"Shhh...... It's cold! Liu Jing, Qu Feiyan and Tian Boguang seemed to be in a bitter winter at the moment, and the exhaled air turned into white cold mist in an instant, and they were all shivering all over their bodies, standing there trembling.

At this time, they looked in the direction of the left cold trembling, and a look of jealousy flashed in their eyes, and then they looked at the figure wrapped in purple mist standing in front of them, and their hearts gradually settled down.

At this moment, Mu Gaofeng gradually put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, a strange red light flashed in his eyes, and the aura around his body was extremely weird, giving people an eerie feeling.

Rumble! The purple mist was surging, and the purple mist around Xu Zifan was flowing, expanding, and diffusing out, and it actually enveloped Liu Jing and Qu Feiyan behind his body.

At this moment, Qu Feiyan and Liu Jing only felt a warm breath surrounding them, and their bodies gradually warmed up, and they no longer felt cold.

Zuo Lengzen's cold ice true qi is running to the limit at this moment, and all the energy in his body is surging to the palm that is as crystal clear as ice jade at this time, there is a white mist shrouded, slowly pushed out, the speed is very slow, in this process, there is the power of frost in the condensation, to the yin to the cold, the frost is biting, driving the temperature in the entire hall to drop rapidly, at this moment Zuo Lengchan's forehead is oozing sweat, but it quickly turns into ice slag.

After pushing out the distance of half a foot, Zuo Lengchan seemed to have reached a limit, his face was pale, but there was a sense of pride on his face, and joy was revealed.

Then he suddenly looked at Xu Zifan, his eyes were like knives, extremely sharp, extremely cold, the air seemed to be frozen at this moment, and then, he slowly spoke, shouting word by word:

"Chill...... Ice...... God...... Palm!" The voice was cold, domineering, full of ruthless and cold-blooded blessings At this time, outside the main hall, a group of monks led by three old monks had arrived, and the heroes looked at each other, but they saw that the three people were like an abyss and a sea, unfathomable, at a glance, a little induction, they knew that they were peerless masters, not under Zuo Lengzen.

Look at the rest of the eighteen people, each of them is burly, strong, far beyond ordinary people, bronzed skin shimmering in the sun with a metallic luster, like a golden Arhat as majestic, masculine, masculine, alone, the skill is by no means below any of them.

Looking at such a group of Ran Lai, even if the heroes present are first-class masters, and they are all well-known figures in the rivers and lakes, I can't help but feel infiltrated in my heart at this time.

"That's the senior monk of Shaolin Temple?" At this time, someone recognized it and spoke.

"Is that the Blade Monk?" Someone's eyes flashed, with deep jealousy and fear, looked at the three old monks, the one with a scar on his face, and the one holding a knife, and then opened his mouth and whispered to his friends:

"Crazy knife evil monk, what is the real name no one remembers, according to legend in the thirty years ago, is the martial arts in the famous underworld lord, its knife technique is pure, a hand of mad knife will come out, when it is really invincible, the momentum is shocking, and later because of its evil, was captured by the Shaolin abbot at that time, imprisoned in the Shaolin Temple, in a blink of an eye, ten years have passed, when he walked the rivers and lakes again, has converted to Buddhism, turned into a monk, although it is no longer evil, but the evil nature does not change, so the people in the rivers and lakes, gave him a' The title of the Evil Monk of the Wild Sword. ”

"I also heard his teacher talk about his deeds, according to rumors, he passed away fifteen years ago, and I didn't expect to reappear in the rivers and lakes today, and I met him, and the rumors in the rivers and lakes really can't be believed." Someone looked at it with a look of memory and spoke.

"That's ...... Dragonclaw Priest? Someone else looked at the skinny old monk and said uncertainly.

"That's right, that's the Dragonclaw Priest." Someone replied in the affirmative:

"Legend has it that its dragon claw hand has been practiced to the point that there is no ancient, no one after it, when it first came out of the rivers and lakes, a hand of dragon claw hand is exquisite, powerful, killed seven first-class masters of the Demon Sect in a row, since then famous, shocked, but he is like a flash in the pan, and soon disappeared in the rivers and lakes, and was gradually forgotten by the people in the martial arts, and now he appears again, I don't know what he wants?"

"Who is the leader...... Master of the Circle? At this time, some of the heroes exclaimed, unable to believe their eyes.

"What? That was the first master of Shaolin forty years ago? "The heroes are boiling at the moment, different

"Crazy Knife Evil Monk" and

"Dragon Claw Monk", because Yuankong is too famous, forty years ago, he was already a peerless master, and his martial arts cultivation was unfathomable, and he was powerful in martial arts.

Many of the people present grew up listening to his biography.

"According to legend, Master Yuankong, compassion, profound Buddhism, and martial arts are even more ancient and modern, and have reached the realm of the unity of Zen and martial arts."

"Is that the famous Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin?" Someone asked again, looking puzzled.

"Exactly, these people are indeed the eighteen Arhats of Shaolin, but they are from the previous generation." Some people looked solemn, with a deep look of jealousy in the depths of their eyes.

Shaolin is revered as the martial arts in the Taishan Beidou, naturally there is a reason, since the establishment of the faction, although there are occasional prosperity and decay alternate in the past few hundred years, but its inheritance has not been broken, the development to this day, is still one of the strongest forces in the martial arts, known as the martial arts out of Shaolin's law.

In Shaolin, there is a legend, that is, the Eighteen Arhat Bronze Man Array, which is the gatekeeper god of Shaolin, and its name is known to everyone in the martial arts.

The Eighteen Arhat Bronze Man Array, as the name suggests, is composed of eighteen Shaolin masters, each of whom is a master of the masters, with a copper body and an iron brain, and King Kong is not bad.

Eighteen people are composed of unique formations, and their power is multiplied, even if they are the world's top masters fighting against them, under the hands of eighteen people, they are not pleased, and there is also a method, those who can break the "Eighteen Bronze Man Array", their martial arts are basically considered to have reached the realm of being difficult to defeat.

What is the purpose of these Shaolin masters of the previous generation coming here collectively? Everyone was puzzled, but when they saw the figure shrouded in purple mist in the hall, their hearts suddenly moved, could it be this

"Huashan Sword Demon" came? At this time, a group of monks led by the three old monks, ignoring the crowd, gathered their eyes in the main hall Zheng Dahall, and shouted as Zuo Lengchan opened his mouth

The words "Cold Ice Divine Palm", his palm shrouded in a layer of white cold mist, crystal clear, like ice jade, in the void in front of his palm, gradually condensed a white palm print.

This palm print, formed by the condensation of white cold mist, was initially as big as a normal person's palm, and then sharply enlarged, condensed, and hit forward.

After Zuo Lengchan finished shouting a few words in his mouth, the white palm print in the void was already a zhang big, exuding a cold and chilling coldness, and flew towards Xu Zifan.

At this time, the entire hall was shaking, rumbling, as if it would collapse at any time, the temperature in the air dropped to the extreme, and the cold breath was almost freezing the air.

Xu Zifan was shrouded in purple mist, clenched his palms into a fist, and a purple fist mark was punched, colliding with the white palm print volley.

Rumble! A loud sound sounded, in the hall, at this time, the breath was churning, the energy was shining, the palm print and the fist print collided, forming a violent wind, whistling and blowing in all directions, the teacups and wine bottles on the ground, the fragments of tables, chairs and benches, were all blown up by the burst of energy at this time, rolling in the wind and flying in all directions, the entire hall building, at this time made a creaking sound, will collapse at any time.

The two of them fought against each other, the power was amazing, the momentum was huge, and it made people's hearts tremble, Zuo Lengchan after fighting this one, his face was even paler, his expression was more solemn, and the color of madness in his eyes was heavier.

Brush! Brush! Brush! Zuo Lengchan waved his hand and danced, his sleeves were windy, his palm was pushed forward again, and a white palm print was formed again, attacking Xu Zifan.

Immediately afterwards, another white palm print appeared, Zuo Lengchan was shrouded in white mist, the palm of the ice jade was dancing faster and faster, the wind was howling, the temperature in the hall was even lower, the cold was better than the harsh winter, and the whole hall was shaking at this time.

Zuo Lengchan's face became more and more pale, but one by one, the white palm prints condensed out of thin air, appeared faster and faster, and they all attacked Xu Zifan.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble...... Xu Zifan swung eighteen punches in an instant, the energy was rolling, the internal breath was surging, and the purple fist prints flew out one after another, fighting against Zuo Lengchan, and soon broke the eighteen white palm prints one by one.

At this time, the hall seemed to be boiling, the wind was howling, the internal strength was rolling, and the internal energy was surging in all directions.

"Boom!" The smoke and dust rushed, and at this moment, the main hall of the sect finally couldn't withstand the energy impact of the battle between the two masters, and collapsed.

"Bang!"

"Click!" With a wave of Xu Zifan's hand, a purple palm print was printed, knocking away a section of the beam left behind, and the beam split into two halves and flew into the distance.

When the dust settled, Xu Zifan and the others stood still in place, their bodies were dusty, surrounded by a faint purple mist.

At this moment, Zuo Lengchan's face was pale, without the slightest blood, his clothes were full of dust, and some places on his brown robe had been broken, and the whole person looked very embarrassed.

"Huashan Nine Gong, Zixia is the first, worthy of the name of divine skill!" Zuo Lengchan opened his mouth and praised, looking at Xu Zifan's young face, his expression was a little gloomy, and his eyes were a little dull, as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden.

"The Ice True Qi is also worthy of a miraculous technique!" Xu Zifan sincerely praised that just now he was facing Zuo Lengchan, and there was a trace of cold power attacking his body, although it was immediately eliminated under the effect of his Zixia True Qi, but it was also amazing, you must know that his internal strength is much stronger than Zuo Lengchan.

"Amitabha!" At this moment, a Buddha horn came, the sound was loud, like the Huanglu bell ringing in everyone's ears, deafening, the sound was huge, and the ears of the strong people were buzzing at the moment, which showed the depth of the inner strength of the person who made the sound, and it has reached an incredible realm.

Xu Zifan turned his head to look at the group of monks more than ten zhang away, his eyes were slightly blank and he didn't wait for Xu Zifan to speak, and the monk who spoke just now, that is, Master Yuankong, said:

"Master Xu, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

"Huh! Master, do you think I'm a demon and want to transform me? Xu Zifan's words were cold and responded.

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, turning back is the shore, Master Xu, you should think twice!" The monk of the round sky has a breezy appearance, with his long white eyebrows fluttering in the wind, and a baby-like ruddy face, at this moment, he is like a monk who has attained the Tao, and he is transforming the great demon of the troubled world.

"Master, you're really interesting, as soon as you come, let me put down the butcher's knife, think I'm a demon, okay, I won't debate with you, just treat me as a demon, what do you want?" Xu Zifan's face was cold at the moment, he lost his patience, and immediately turned his face.

"What? Then I will chop you alive! At this moment, the mad knife evil monk was full of anger, his eyes were vicious, and he stared at Xu Zifan Dao, and the scar on his face made his whole person look very hideous at this moment.

"Idiot, be careful! Master Xu Shi is old, he has reached the peerless realm, and he should be a little arrogant! Yuankong said to the mad knife evil monk, and then turned his head to Xu Zifan, and said:

"Master Xu, this is very big, although there are not many peerless masters, there are many of them, there are more strong players among the strong, you must not be complacent, you must know that throughout the ages, many talents have died early!"

"Master, you can't do it, it's a threat?" A sneer appeared at the corner of Xu Zifan's mouth and he spoke.

"Amitabha! The Buddha also has the time when King Kong is angry, and he also has the means of subduing demons and thunderbolts! At this moment, Yuankong folded his hands, recited the Buddha's name, and no longer argued with Xu Zifan.

"I'll come first!" The mad sword evil monk roared and took the lead in walking out, ready to attack Xu Zifan.

"Round idiot, heart, this son is different, Leng Chan has suffered a big loss." Master Yuankong advised.

"Son, let you taste the wrath of the Buddha!" The mad sword evil monk shouted at Xu Zifan, his expression was arrogant, and after saying this, his figure burst out, extremely fast, and flew into the air.

"Knife splits Huashan!" The mad sword evil monk flew into the air, and then roared, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, the sound was empty, and it spread far and wide, which showed that its internal force was extremely deep.

Immediately after, he raised a long snow-bright knife in his hand with both hands and slashed it down. The mad knife evil monk looks impulsive and irritable, and his madness is revealed, but when he really does it, he is thoughtful, and his first move is used

"Knife splitting Huashan", and shouted loudly, because he knew that Xu Zifan was from the Huashan faction, so he deliberately wanted to provoke Xu Zifan, an opponent.

And at this moment, as soon as this mad knife evil monk came on the field, he slashed Xu Zifan from the top of his head, and in the eyes of everyone present, he slashed from top to bottom like this, because he wanted to slash Xu Zifan with a knife, which was a great contempt for Xu Zifan.

At this moment, Xu Zifan looked up, his eyes were full of coldness, what was in the mind of this mad sword evil monk, he naturally knew it clearly.

At this time, it was in the afternoon, the sun shone obliquely from the western sky, reflecting the snowy long knife in the air, making the long knife in the hand of the mad knife evil monk appear golden and bright, a dignified atmosphere, as if the knife was descending, unstoppable, making people look at it intimidating.

The sword light is like a match, as if it is about to cut the sky, fierce and domineering, straight down, the knife has not yet arrived, there is already a knife qi coming, and the knife momentum is coming.

At this time, where Xu Zifan and the others were standing, the ground trembled, and the broken wood and fine stones were shaking. The surrounding heroes were horrified at this time, and they all moved away from the battlefield and looked over from a distance.

This is a duel between peerless masters, whether it is the battle between Zuo Lengchan and Xu Zifan just now, or the current battle between the mad sword evil monk and Xu Zifan, it is rare to encounter it on the rivers and lakes.

Watching peerless masters learn a lot and speed up their progress.

"Boom!" The mad knife is shocking, and the knife qi composed of the golden true qi of the Buddhist family has formed a giant knife ten zhang long, which is slashed first, and the power is amazing, and the divine power is immeasurable.

Everyone present, including Zuo Lengchan, had a deep shock in their eyes, if they were themselves, could they catch this knife?