"Martial Void, what is the solution?"

He now has six senses, but if he moves, any wind and grass within a radius of thirty zhang can be perceived, and the subtle abnormalities of Guan Qi will not be missed.

Especially after witnessing that Guan Qi had figured out the trick of the inner fist, he really wanted to see what kind of path such a talented demon would take.

But he didn't have any frustration in his heart, the kung fu of Neijiaquan, before "Tongxuan", in the final analysis, was to control himself, turn clumsiness, turn clumsiness, temper the muscles, bones, and five organs, and strengthen his qi and blood; With the talent of a great martial arts master like Guan Qi, his body and bones have already been tempered thousands of times, and it is not uncommon to be able to understand one law and ten thousand laws.

Going up to the Xuan is the real realm of the world.

It's up to each of them to comprehend.

In fact, not only did he notice these four words, but everyone else was also shocked, and they all had their own movements.

As the saying goes, there is no end to martial arts, and there is no end to it, but now the Seven Holy Lords are coldly popping up these four words, what does it mean?

All the realms of the world are out of the world, and they are staring at each other, each thinking about it, only to feel that its meaning is obscure, like a great secret.

Yan Maniac was even more impatient, as if scratching his heart and liver, his eyes were wide open, like a lion and a tiger, staring at Guan Qi with an unkind face, guarding the following.

And everyone was shocked to realize that the ferocity on Guan Qi's body was disappearing, but everyone present understood that this was an epiphany.

The person in front of him may have touched some extraordinary and mysterious realm, which is unimaginable.

It's just that the qi on Guan Qi's body suddenly changed, and the flying wind and snow outside his body suddenly became chaotic, rioting endlessly, like a stormy wave slamming the shore on the rock, constantly forcing in all directions, pushing dust and rolling snow, one heavy cover and one heavy, forcing everyone to slide backwards.

"The Seven Holy Lords think that they have reached the critical juncture of comprehending the Heavenly Principles, since this is the case, you might as well help him to see what the worldly style is at the top of this place and the end of the martial arts."

Jiudaguan sword dragon roaring has always been respected by the people of the rivers and lakes as the old hero of the dragon, happy and revenge in life, the prosperity of the chivalrous name is still above the square giant, at this time a stable figure, the gray jacket rises and shrinks from time to time, such as taking root in the ground, stubborn stones in the waves, and the white hair is all blown to the back of the head.

His tiger eyes shined, his breath sank, his rough face glowed red, and a dark and thick fleshy palm slapped towards Guan Qi in the air, which seemed to be fierce and unmatched, but the palm strength was soft, like spring breeze and rain, peeling off the cocoon, overcoming rigidity with softness, not only resisting the wild waves in front of him, but also feeding Guan Qi.

Guan Qi's talent is shocking, and now it is filled in by the mastery of all the masters present, and it will definitely be able to integrate the true intentions of each family, such as the return of thousands of rivers to the sea, which can be wonderful and towering, and become a person who shocks the past and the present.

"Yes!"

"Good!"

……

The others all breathed a deep sigh, not to mention anything else, just the words "Martial Void" were enough to make them take action.

I can't help but say it, and immediately cast its own methods, guns, swords, knives, palms, ...... All of them are at your fingertips, and you can make a move in the air, only taking the divine will to meet the seventh.

In this way, it is also to stabilize the battle circle and restrain the power of the seven worlds.

As soon as the waves stabilized, the field popped", the wind and snow were chaotic, and the swordsmen and swordsmen who fought viciously were distracted by the people who manipulated them, and their qi was broken, and they drifted away, turning into frost and snow again, and melting into the wind.

"Master, pay attention!"

Chen Zhuo didn't want to waste any more time, his thick eyebrows sank, and he reminded him, and his right hand in his sleeve slowly spit out, stretched out his index finger, obliquely pointed in the air, and his fingertips released a ray of brilliance, and pointed out.

With a tap of the index finger, the wind and snow in mid-air suddenly stagnated, like a stone entering the water, and a shallow ripple was pointed out in the snow curtain.

Chen Zhuo's breath spit out lightly, his heart fluttered, and the killing intention was already revealed in the wind and snow.

He connected his index fingers, and there were many virtual shadows in the snow, turning from virtual to real, some pushing fists, some palms, as well as knife techniques, arrow techniques, leg techniques, claw skills, and marksmanship, all of which were internal fist skills.

"Amitabha!"

Ye Aichan pronounced the Buddha's horn in his mouth, the movement of twisting beads in his hand paused, he suddenly flipped his hand and shook his wrist, and the prayer beads immediately scattered to the snow curtain, fell to the ground, and hit the sound of gold and iron slamming, sparks splashed everywhere, and the snow waves splashed in the air, turning into the appearance of monks, rushing to kill.

Under this fall, the rosary was taken by Ye Aichan's big hand, and it flew back upside down, pocketed into his sleeve, and fell into the palm of his hand.

For a while, looking at it, the two sides seemed to use the curtain of heaven and earth as a chessboard, and the divine will turned into a falling son, attacking and coming.

Neither of them got up, but in an instant, the half-air machine had exchanged a hundred and ten moves to attack each other, and each other first fought moves, saw the moves, and then read the moves, each of which was infinitely changing.

Ye Aichan has learned a very complicated body, and all have good attainments, he was originally very confident in his foundation, how did Chen Zhuo show this time, although the style of play is strange, but it is very exquisite, seeing the move, the two sides actually fought half a catty, eight taels, the style of play has reached a wonderful situation, no one can help anyone.

Seeing that the tricks were difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat, Ye Aichan raised his hand and pointed again, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of light, he pinched a tantric fingerprint with one hand, and raised his index finger with the other hand, and more than a dozen phantoms suddenly collapsed, followed by the reunion, and turned into a two-zhang long dragon, swimming in the snow, swinging his tail and probing his claws in the snow, swallowing the wind and drinking the snow, spitting out the dragon's groan, and having the potential to soar for nine days.

Suddenly, the dragon pounced into the wind and snow and started to kill, stirring up wind and waves, turning the world upside down, which was particularly amazing.

The two sides are fighting with each other's qi and fighting with their divine thoughts, and the resulting weather should be the embodiment of each other's will, this dragon is not a dragon, but this monk wants to cross the mountains and rivers, galloping the world's thoughts.

The people in the bottom of the sweeping array helped Guan Qi on the one hand, and waited for this victory and defeat on the other hand, all of them were concentrating, and their hearts were all shocked.

Chen Zhuo stared at the air, and his heart was also dark, but this old monk was really extraordinary, and his playing style was amazing, and his ideas were even more clever.

Ye Aichan didn't forget to say something: "If Master Chen is poor in skills, he can admit defeat!" ”

"The old monk has a big breath."

Chen Zhuo smiled "hey", his eyes were concentrated, his eyebrows lit up, and he inhaled sharply at the moment when his cheeks were retracted, only sucking all the phantoms that he had turned into before and dispersing his body, converging into a wisp, seeing that he was about to be swallowed into his mouth, he puffed out his cheeks and exhaled again.

The wisp of wind and snow seemed to come to life with this breath, and he turned into a kendo man in a trance.

Obviously, it seems that the Sword Immortal Saint is first-class, but it is murderous, and it is more of the aura of the red dust rivers and lakes.

This change is exactly the Lu Zu in the picture of the slashing Jiao that Chen Zhuo saw in the Taiqing Building, which was spontaneously swayed by him, swayed at will, and transformed with divine thoughts.

With a move in his eyes, Chen Zhuo's tongue burst into thunder and said, "Kill!" ”

The Taoist immediately drew his sword and slew the dragon.

Ye Aichan's eyes opened slightly, and as soon as his qi was drawn, Canglong escaped into the snow curtain, avoiding the edge under the sword, and was already circling around the man, attacking quickly from all directions, but he put all the previous tricks into one.

The man was holding a sharp sword, and the sword light turned like lightning and shadow, which seemed to be a swordsmanship, but the tricks changed like a gun, a knife, and a fist...... Like a sword turning into ten thousand laws, it seems to be one for all changes, and it is unpredictable.

This battle is truly rare in the world.

The dragon makes waves, the dragon returns to the sea, and swims between heaven and earth.

That Lu Zu stood proudly in the void, and the sword light was round, leading the wind and moving the clouds.

However, Ye Aichan's eyelids jumped suddenly, and he saw Chen Zhuo lowering his eyes, moving with both hands, raising his left hand forward, holding his five fingers weakly, bending the middle finger of his right index finger, dragging it back, and making a gesture of opening the bow and pulling the string.

Invisibly, there was already a terrifying qi machine firmly locked, and suddenly his heart was terrified, as if he was facing a great enemy.

For this archery method that can be compared with the "sad little arrow", he has long been careful, and the thirteenth limit of Yuan is the death of Chen Zhuo's hands, so he can not be wary.

Immediately hinted at the spirit of the twelve.

Chen Zhuo raised his eyes again, his eyes were like water, and in Ye Aichan's concentration, he really let go of his right hand and released an arrow.

"Hey!"

Ye Aichan's old eyes widened, and with a big hand, the robe on his body suddenly stretched out in the wind, like a wall, standing in front of him, twisting the rosary in his hand at the same time, raising his hand and shaking, and the beads were shot out and shot at Chen Zhuo.

It's just that his expression immediately changed slightly, and the secret way was not good, and when he raised his hand to grab it, the rosary that flew out was suddenly taken back by all the upside down.

The arrow that Gain had released was not directed at him, and the arrow was not an invisible arrow.

Lu Zu, who was fighting with Canglong in mid-air, had already raised his sword and flew sideways at the moment when he released the arrow on the loose string, and the human sword was one, and it seemed to turn into an arrow, such as a long rainbow passing through the sky, wind and thunder and lightning, and passing through the sky.

The dragon roared sadly, and before it fell, it had dispersed with the wind and reintegrated into the wind and snow.

Everything is back to normal, and the previous things are like illusions.

Ye Aichan's scorched old face immediately turned red, and he looked at the rosary in his hand that was held as powder, and shook his head with a bitter smile.

The wind and snow passed, he went to look at the word "Buddha" again, and suddenly saw pieces of wind and snow falling like gold and iron, throwing a sound on the ground, and when the stone powder dispersed, it had turned into a "kill" word, this time, the original red face turned pale again.

"Amitabha, Lord Chen is amazingly talented, and the old monk is willing to bow down!"

Chen Zhuo's eyes closed, "Accept!" ”

The two of them started talking, and they heard Yan Maniac laugh impatiently: "Haha, it's time for Lao Tzu!" ”

His eyes swept away, and he glanced straight at Zhuge Shenhou, just about to name him, but he didn't think that Luoyang Wang Wen Wan suddenly said lightly: "Please!" ”

Yan Maniac was stunned at first, and then smiled, "You are Wen Songyang, okay, since you are famous for your kung fu in your hands, I will defeat you with your kung fu." ”

As soon as the two of them withdrew, Chen Zhuo and Ye Aichan filled the gap.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Yan Fanatic's right hand drew a half circle in the air, and slowly pushed his palm out of the air.

This push is the momentum, like a landslide and the earth cracking, the stars falling and the moon falling, and the sea turning over and sinking the land.

Everyone suddenly felt that a depressing qi machine fell on their chests, and they were violent and domineering, and the snow petals in the sky were only like a rain of arrows flying locusts under this push, striking Wen Wan.

Wen Wan's elegant atmosphere was immediately changed, his right hand was free and easy to flick his sleeves, and he immediately saw the waves on the flat ground, and the snow waves rushed to the sky, rolling to meet him.

In a moment, on the top of a low hill, two majestic momentum collided in one place like a torrent tide.

The snow explodes in an instant, and the sky flows backwards, and the spectacle is amazing.

The Yan madman stood up, his robe was hunting and drumming, and his big sleeves were flying, as if he was about to rise against the wind.

He showed a look of joy on his face, and laughed deeply: "It's wonderful! ”

The wind and snow fell again, drowning the two of them in an instant.

But in less than two breaths, the wind and snow in front of everyone suddenly slowed down, and then it was torn apart like a crack in the ice, and it was cleared away, and the Yan madman sneered and sat down again.

But the victory and defeat have been divided, Wen Wan staggered on the opposite side, and there was a layer of light frost and snow on his chest, which was a palm mark, but his expression was still as usual, neither humble nor arrogant, and there was no change.

"I ...... Defeated! ”

He said.

So fast?

Seeing that the Yan madman was so fierce, everyone on both sides was secretly frightened, that Wen Wan was a master of the older generation, and he was defeated so simply.

It's just that Yan Maniac's face changed suddenly, and when he raised his right palm, there was already a cloud of black and purple in his palm, but he was poisoned.

"Old thing, martial arts skills, dare to make a secret move?"

Zhuge Zheng said nonchalantly: "Since it is a competition, the king of Luoyang was born in the Wen family, why not use poison to make contributions?" When this situation is over, the antidote is offered with both hands. ”

But that's true.

Yan Maniac's face trembled, and he snorted coldly: "Lao Tzu doesn't need it. ”

After that, he has meditated cross-legged, and he has used his skills to force poison.

Long Fangxiao got up suddenly, and before he could speak, the Jiang brothers had already raised their eyes to meet him......

When the fierce battle was in the middle of the battle, Chen Zhuo suddenly realized that he raised his eyelids and looked at Guan Qi.

I saw that there was a great change in the other party's body, the original burly body was actually collapsing a little bit, the spirit and spirit were already dim, the black hair had turned white, and the heroic appearance was actually old.

Seeing this situation, Chen Zhuo's pupils condensed, the secret path was not good, and two particularly fearful words appeared in his heart.

It's just that this change is nothing else, it's Nawuo's death.

Scattering !!

(End of chapter)