The spirit is full of anger and the glow gathers, just like a couple of flowing Qiongyun.

This is the perception of a Jianghu scattered cultivator who traveled to Dengzhou hundreds of years ago, and saw the sun shining on Lin Hai in the early morning.

However, the spirit is still bright, but Qiongyun's friends are banned by the sword and sword.

The morning fog in the mountains and forests is really steaming.

The graceful lady and the light blue beauty fought together with an old monk in a delicate robe, and the true energy of the three of them broke the forest and shattered the bluestone.

The old monk's exquisite robe seemed to be inviolable, and no matter how the scimitar and long sword of the two of them were chopped, they were resolved.

The two women are vigorous and sharp, and the old monk's pace seems to be slow, but he can always accurately avoid deadly moves.

"Boom!"

The old monk's withered fingers were like pliers, holding the long sword and the scimitar with a short blade, and then bent his fingers slightly, shaking the two women back a few meters, and the sharp weapons in his hands were almost separated, and he staggered a few steps before gradually stabilizing his body.

At the same time, the old monk left an afterimage in the same place like a ghost, and the true qi swirled in his palms, gently pushing forward, and instantly burst out with the rhyme of the terrifying law.

"Poof!"

The two Qianying Albums that had just staggered and stabilized resisted with all their might, but they still couldn't stop the true qi pouring out like a flood, and they only felt that they were knocked away by the barbarian ancient beasts, and the blood was sprinkled in the early morning air, and they were crimson under the early sun.

"The bearded old bald donkey is looking for death!"

Zhao Zhengli, who had been nervously concerned, slapped his palm, but the realm fell sharply to the realm of the little grandmaster, and the seemingly swift blow was actually as far away as the galaxy in the realm of the great grandmaster.

"Bang!"

The old monk in the delicate robe didn't even look at it, and his sleeve robe collapsed with a casual wave, and the carriage exploded together, only to hear the horse's last mournful cry, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Fortunately, Zhao Zhengli in the carriage saw the situation and broke the sedan chair in advance to avoid it, and if he was a little late, he would definitely be spilled blood on the spot.

Zhao Zhengli landed and rolled to unload the inertia, and pumped his back purple. Yang Jian swung his sword sideways, but the true qi of the sword qi like a rainbow in his memory did not appear, and he once again realized that his realm had plummeted.

A sword missed, he dodged away without the slightest hesitation, and the next moment the place was shattered by a palm of true qi, and flowers and soil splashed in all directions.

"HC, I'll do it*#%!"

Zhao Zheng, who crossed shoulders with the king of Hades twice, was so angry that he scolded.

Suddenly, the old monk in the exquisite robe hesitated slightly, and Xiao was suddenly scolded by him.

"Huangkou child, look for death!"

Hui Cong's robe shook and decisively probed his claws, and the aura he exuded seemed to be about to pick up the stars and the moon, and the rhyme of the law and Dao was even more continuous.

Zhao Zhengli's body was suddenly difficult to move, he was imprisoned by an invisible force, this was only one of the methods of the Great Grandmaster.

The old monk smiled wickedly as if he was looking for something.

"Whoosh!"

At the critical moment, he was pushed several meters horizontally by an external force, and he only heard a muffled snort behind him, accompanied by a spray of qi and blood. Sound.

When he turned his head, a light blue figure had flown upside down several feet away.

The skirt fluttered in mid-air, and the blood was misty.

"Xiaowei~"

"Miss~"

Two screams tore through the sky.

At the end of the day, Zhao Zhengli's body was surrounded by purple air, and the purple sword in his hand was even more cold, and there was a sense of slaughter in the air.

"Buzz!"

The purple sword left his hand and hung in the air, Zhao Zhengli pinched the seal with both hands, and there were words in his mouth, and then his green silk became white, and his face grew old.

In the distance, the old monk of Huicong was slightly surprised: "Qingcheng Zi. Yang Empowerment? ”

Then he smiled contemptuously: "If you take the lifespan empowerment, the old man will wait for you to accumulate this trick, and you will also count your wishes." ”

Emei Li Zhanyi couldn't take care of the battle situation, she dodged and ran to Yu Xiaowei, who was flying upside down for a few feet, her eyes were full of sadness and guilt, and at this time she didn't know whether to hate the Taoist priest in Qingcheng Mountain or the monk in Northern Shaolin.

The tendons and points were sealed in her hands, and the true qi kept injecting into her delicate body, and her mouth repeatedly chanted: "Miss Yu hold on!" Miss Yu hold on! ”

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Qingcheng Mountain is secluded and secluded.

The Qingdu Hall is simple and proud, and Feng Zifeng, the head of Qingcheng with silver beard and crane hair, looks to the north, and the sea of fog and mountains in the field of vision are boundless.

"It's here after all!"

The head with a ruddy and childish face sighed leisurely, and then muttered to himself: "Can you get through?" ”

On this day, after the morning class of Qingcheng Taoism, Feng Zifeng, the head of the house, called a few mountain guards.

He looked around, except for Qiu Liang, the fourth Daoist who was still traveling, the other five people were all gathered.

"According to the rules of the past dynasties of this religion, the troubled times go down the mountain, the prosperous world avoids the world, but it does not mean that the world is completely separated, the practice lies in the cultivation of the mind, the most difficult to cultivate is the worldly heart, the four people have not returned so far, the breath is gradually booming, presumably there is a chance, and now the seventh person seems to have encountered a thorny problem, logically speaking, he should cross himself, but the external factors are complicated, this way thought twice, and decided to go down the mountain."

As soon as these words came out, the remaining few people were like ants in a hot pot.

Cui Chengjiang, the impatient fifth person, retorted: "How can this be done, the head of the family will definitely cause a sensation in the rivers and lakes, and even cause the court to speculate wildly." ”

Gu Henglong, a third-person with a medium stature, followed: "Senior brother in charge represents the entire sect, if you go down the mountain to help the junior brother, it will definitely make the court misunderstand, besides, there are still many things in the mountain that need to be taken care of, so senior brother can't do it!" ”

Pu Wei, an indisputable six-man from the world, is playing with the newly made bamboo flute: "Several senior brothers have things to take care of on weekdays, and I am the only one who is the most leisurely, or... Let Ben Dao go down the mountain? ”

When the head Feng Zifeng heard this, his white beard twitched slightly, and he decisively refused: "Sixth, you are not in the scope of consideration, your Unified Fearless Pill Law can't go anywhere before breaking through the Great Grandmaster, so as not to mess up your heart!" ”

Yuan Chaoyang, the second person who had never spoken, scratched his snow-white hair, glanced at everyone again, and finally said leisurely: "Don't act!" Poor Dao has been eating and drinking for so many years, and this time it is the most suitable to go down the mountain. ”

Then he stroked a large handful of silver beards and glanced at the master: "Like the old fox, it is better to directly name the old Dao and name the actual situation, and he Zhao Zhengli, if he changes people, he will dig out the previous one, and the old Dao is too lazy to take care of it!" ”

The crowd was not surprised by his disrespectful words, perhaps they were accustomed to it, or they did it.

On the contrary, the head of the sect who was seen through his mind rarely blushed: "Ahem, there is a second person who comes forward, and it is more effective than going down the mountain in this way." Then he squeezed his eyebrows and said, "By the way, the two people can also take care of mundane things!" ”

Yuan Chaoyang, a second person who has never had a straight shape, is a little deeper: "It's time to have a break!" ”

On this day, a crane-haired old man in a white robe in Qingcheng Mountain went down the mountain slowly, babbling and humming a tune in his mouth:

"Flowers will bloom, spring will go and spring will come again.

Yiren smeared powder, only looking forward to your favor.

I hope that you will not be seen, and the red makeup will be on tiptoe.

The two hopes are pierced, and they think of the past together.

Three hopes that the sky will turn dark, and the pear blossom rain will face north with tears.

Month after month, year after year, spring to winter, to ask for immortals......"

This is a song "Tears of Leaving People" sixty years ago, with endless sorrow and endless sorrow.

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The purple sword qi in the jungle went straight to the sky, and in an instant, the spring sun was snatched away, and the purple qi in the sky on the jungle was churning, and even the clouds were reflected into a dazzling purple glow.

Below, a snow-white man raised his sword in both hands, his hideous old face vaguely showing the handsome appearance of his youth.

In the distance, the old monk in the exquisite robe was stunned, and he resolutely intervened to stop it, vowing to cut off the white-haired man before the monstrous purple sword fell.

The white-haired twilight man is sacrificing his vitality to exert purple. Zhao Zhengli of the Yang Empowerment Method, and the old monk in the exquisite robe was the one who threatened to let him finish the last move.

He never thought that Zhao Zhengli had such a terrifying vitality, let alone that he would cost his life.

His intuition told him that if he waited for the sword to be fully mounted, he would not have any power to resist, so he destroyed it in advance.

However, the sword has become eight points of strength, and how can he be defeated with a single blow.

At the same time that the old monk of HC arrived with all his strength, Zhao Zhengli, who was dancing with white hair, synchronously pressed down into an eight-point purple sword.

"Boom!"

The two Dao Rhyme laws collided, and the purple sword instantly disintegrated HC with all his strength.

"Ka!"

The downward pressure of the purple sword continued unabated, turning the trees within a radius of several zhang into ashes, and the aftermath was devastating and decaying, breaking hundreds of plants and trees.

"Broken!"

HC took the robe as a tool, wrapped it into a stick, gathered the whole body and stabbed a stick, and when he ascended, the Tao rhyme was repeated, the law was endless, and the air around the robe was faintly shattered, revealing the unpredictable and mysterious dark shattered time and space.

This stick is a Buddhist magic stick, which embodies HC's lifelong attainments and comprehension.

"Boom!"

The robe wrapped into a stick almost shattered on the spot, and the purple sword was three or five points weaker when it was pressed, and the power of the three points was still terrifying, and the speed was increasing rapidly.

The great grandmaster's full force blow was so unbearable, which surprised Hui Cong, but the situation was urgent, and he couldn't think too much, so he didn't dodge in a hurry, and caught the purple sword that was about to reach in an instant with the "White Ape Offering Life" with both palms.

"Poof!"

In the distance, Li Zhanyi helped Yu Xiaowei, who had just woken up, and the two only saw a pair of giant hands supporting the top, catching a purple sword that was split from the sky, the two objects collided, dazzling, difficult to look at, and the bald old monk's clothes were faintly seen in the whiteness, and the whole body suddenly became seven or eight points shorter.

When all the laws are gone, the original forest is towering, the green grass is bare, and the sand is rolling.

In the field, a white-haired man held a purple sword in both hands in a downward slashing posture, and the bald old monk in tattered clothes in the distance supported his palms on the top, his angry eyes were full of surprise, and a touch of crimson was vaguely visible at the corner of his mouth, and he was even deeper in the mud below his calf.

Li Zhanyi and Yu Xiaowei couldn't believe that Zhao Zhengli, whose realm had plummeted to the rank of a junior grandmaster, had traumatized the great grandmaster Huicong.

Even HC himself can't accept the fact that he can destroy the existence of a group of little grandmasters with a snap of his fingers, but today he was injured by ants?

Thinking about Zhao Zhengli's sword, he did not hesitate to exhaust his life, and he also knew it when he landed.

However, Zhao Zhengli saw that he was only traumatized, and he was unwilling, and no one knew better than him the price he paid for this sword.

Draining decades of life in exchange for a traumatic Grand Master, how can this deal be regarded as a loss, and he also recognizes the huge gap between the two of them now, if it is in the middle of the Grandmaster before the fall in the past, he dares to be confident that this sword can take the life of a bald donkey.

In the current situation, he was still passive, and after the first sword wounded HC, he did not hesitate to save the second sword.

Purple gas rises, and white hair becomes whiter.

"Maniac!"

The old monk of Huicong in the distance was shocked and frightened when he saw the situation, and the other party was completely in a desperate posture.

People grow old and become fine, and the older people are, the more they cherish their lives, just now he is annoyed that he has suffered a big loss, and now that he is injured, he has a kind of fear of purple qi, and his legs are pulled out and he does not stop at the slightest and flees away.

The tattered back, embarrassed figure, indescribably at a loss.

Even if the second sword is a bluff, or a desperate game, HC thinks that there is no need to gamble, after all, the hatred between the two is far from the point of fighting for life.

He cost Zhao Zhengli decades of life at the cost of trauma, and this time he left, relaying the news to Du Qiao and asking him to clean up the mess, so that the Du family could keep a good account.

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In the ruins of the site, Zhao Zhengli, who was already gray, saw that the intimidation had succeeded, as if draining the last trace of essence, and collapsed to the ground in an instant.

Even if he is really determined to instill the second sword, it is far from the three-point effect of the first sword.

After all, there is a lack of life, and cause and effect leave traces.

He was terrified because he felt the call of death.

He never imagined that he would grow old in such a way and face death in such a state of mind......