The eighth day of April.

The sea of clouds is churning, the sea of fog is rippling, the mighty morning breeze sweeps over the mountains, and the waves are turbulent, and the strange appearance is endless.

On the top of the mountain, the people in the martial arts who had been waiting for a long time all stared at each other, not daring to be distracted, even if they were already sleepy and unbearable, they did not want to miss the strongest battle in the world.

As the light of day first appeared, the sun rose in the east, and a ray of morning light seemed to cut down from the sky like a rafter sword, piercing the world.

The boundless sea of clouds was rendered into a golden ocean in an instant, in which a mirage emerged, restaurants and inns, long streets and narrow alleys, as well as small guys, peddlers and pawns, all of which were lifelike beings.

The time has come.

Duan Siping couldn't bear it anymore, and when he opened his eyes, two brilliant rays of light burst out from his pupils, turning into sword qi and shooting directly at Chen Zhuo, who was as immobile as a mountain.

Chen Zhuo's body did not move, and the red light outside his body appeared, blocking the sword qi from the outside.

He also opened his eyes, and said simply: "The secret of the ascension of the day is difficult to say, it is simple to say, it is simple to say, the cultivation has reached a certain climate, and the inner and outer heaven and earth are connected, and at this step, we should be able to understand the principles of heaven, but there are still limitations in heaven and earth, and this limitation determines the limit of the martial arts here." ”

Wu Yazi got up and asked, "How can I break this limitation?" ”

Chen Zhuo said with a smile: "It is equivalent to ordinary martial artists who have broken the limitations here, in the past, the martial arts ideas and principles taught by the people surnamed Chen are different from here, you all have your own gains, and now you are only the last step away." ”

He raised his hand and invited: "It's just to fight to your heart's content, please!" ”

"Okay, Qiao is about to meet you." Qiao Feng roared, strode forward, lifted his palms with both hands, and immediately flew sand and stones outside his body, wrapped in the terrifying palm power, hovering like a dragon, "Look at the palm!" ”

With his roaring hand, he bent his arm and turned, and the dragon-shaped energy around his body suddenly swirled around his body.

Lift your palms again, and push the sky.

The momentum was like a dragon soaring into the sky, straight up to the sky, the sound of the dragon's groan resounded through the mountains, and then the energy suddenly dispersed, turned into dozens of strands, descended from the sky, the dragons raged, shocking hundreds of miles.

Boom Boom Boom ......

At the top, there was a continuous sound of applause for a while.

This palm enveloped the few people present.

Wu Xingyun snorted coldly, his tightly closed eyes opened, and Bai Hong's palm power turned as he wished, pushing and releasing again and again, turning into several white rainbows that penetrated through the wind and clouds, directly blocking all the terrifying remnants in front of him.

Qiao Feng pushed out a palm and originally wanted to raise another palm, but Wu Xingyun took the lead, raised his sleeves, and flashed out, and his palms were mentioned together, but seeing that the two strange marks in her palms suddenly flickered, one cold and one hot, and the two strange palms swept away in an instant.

Qiao Feng raised his palm to parry, and at the moment when a pair of fleshy palms struck each other, the flat ground was like a thunderclap, and both of their feet sank, and the mountains and rocks cracked, and the momentum was terrifying.

After a certain look, Qiao Feng's eyebrows were visibly covered with a layer of frost and ice slag, and then his expression froze, and a cold air spread all over his body, and he was frozen on the spot.

What a terrible cold work.

Even Wuyazi and Xiaoyaozi also looked sideways.

But the ice was only half an instant, and the ice sculpture clicked, the crack spread, and then exploded.

Qiao Feng's expression was cold and solemn, and he appeared for a moment, the five fingers of his right hand were buckled inward, and he grabbed it with one hand, but it was "Dragon Capture Gong", and as soon as he grabbed it with his big hand, Wu Xingyun suddenly felt as if he was torn apart by an invisible force.

But she did not retreat but advanced, her body turned, her five fingers were also buckled inward, her claws were urged, and a cold force had penetrated through the air, it was Li Qiushui's ghostly claws.

Now it is made by her treacherous and unprovoked hands, which is even more treacherous.

The claw shadow tore through the air and attacked Qiao Feng's vital points around him.

Seeing these two people fighting together, Chen Zhuo suddenly looked at Chen Shu and Duan Siping, together with the blue-robed scribe with the broken arm, as well as the Xiaoyaozi and Wuyazi, laughed, and his body floated into the air, like a spinning top, his arms were flat, and he was already dangling in front of everyone.

In a flash, his body only seemed to turn from one to five, and there was an extra Chen clumsy in front of everyone, and it was not a dead thing, but moving; Some push their palms, some make fists, and some stand up into knives, each of which is different, as if each has its own ideas, evolves its own kung fu, and attacks everyone.

"Good!"

"Good means!"

"Offended!"

……

How dare everyone slack off, they have their own methods and resist.

"Mindful? Good! Duan Siping looked at the phantom in front of him, the sword qi in his body came out of his body, pinched a finger in each hand, and pointed at everyone, and suddenly saw that the terrifying sword qi was like dozens of streamers flying down, scattering in all directions, shooting at everyone remotely, "Haha, look at the sword!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the phantom in front of him flickered suddenly, his expression was subtle, and a soft groan erupted in his sleeve, and he saw Chen Chuan blink suddenly, and then his smile turned into an evil look, and with a "poof" sound, a lonely moon-like knife light lit up in the air.

The knife was so fast, the light of the knife flashed, and with a spin, Duan Siping only felt a chill in his neck, turned his wrist and fingers, and suddenly saw a layer of sword gang outside his body.

"Ding!"

As soon as the sword light fell, it fell on the flesh and blood, just like a gold and iron strike.

Duan Siping suddenly jumped forward, and the whole person was as straight as a sword, shuttling back and forth around Chen Zhuo, weaving a huge sword net in the air, and like a swooping eagle falcon, it couldn't help but impact the prey in his eyes.

Chen Zhuo stood on the ground, not moving, the pure yang qi outside his body was as straight as a blazing flame, allowing Duan Siping's means to be fully displayed, but still unmoving.

But at this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of wind and thunder, and a wisp of urgent sword shadow broke through the air, and it came lightly, but it was fast and urgent, and the sword shadow was in the sky, it was actually a wooden sword, three feet long, the sword body was slightly scorched black and carbon-colored, and it was three fingers wide, and it looked unremarkable, but the sword body trembled, and it was accompanied by thunder.

The tip of the sword fell in an instant, and it was already three feet in front of Chen Zhuo, and it actually broke through his pure yang qi, and it was still reaching inch by inch.

Only under Chen Zhuo's surprised gaze, the wooden sword seemed to be slightly sluggish, but the sword momentum was still flowing smoothly, and it had reached his heart in an instant.

"Good sword!"

Chen Zhuo exclaimed, sideways avoidance, and pressed with both hands.

In an instant, everything in front of him seemed to be in the mire, and even the flying wooden sword was also slow.

Chen Zhuo's mouth was full of breath, his feet were spinning and turning, his body shape changed as fast as a ghost, but the flying sword beside his body was like a poisonous snake and clenched, galloping without falling, like a bone appendage, coiling his body rapidly.

I don't know how this sword was forged, it seems to be just a wooden sword, but it is a powerful divine weapon with unparalleled sharpness.

But Chen Zhuo felt a strong spiritual thought from it, which was extremely pure, thinking that Chen Jian tempered this sword with spiritual intent day and night, and the sword intent was infused to make this lightning strike wood like a miraculous power, just like that sad little arrow.

But after only two punches, Chen Zhuo saw an extra figure in front of him and behind him, left and right around him.

But it is no cliff, Xiaoyaozi, and that Siping, as well as the blue-robed scribe, I don't know when they have arrived, blocking the Quartet, and there is a wooden sword above his head, which is to join forces to fight him.

Chen Zhuo's cheeks trembled, he was not shocked or rejoiced, he simply stopped dodging, his feet sank, slowly left the ground, and he floated in the air, his long hair stood upside down, his eyes were red, and a strong fire rose in his body, and the whole person seemed to be hotter and more dazzling than the sun on the horizon.

His eyes lit up, and he looked around at everyone, "Come! ”

(End of chapter)