"Central Plains Martial Arts, but that's it."

In just eight characters, there are only dozens of strokes, and it suddenly leads to the storm.

In the pouring rain, on both sides of the Yellow River, cold eyes suddenly floated one after another.

The vast world, the smoke and rain cross the boat, the great elder of the Demon Sect throws the bamboo as a boat, the red monk's robe flutters with the wind, standing proudly above the rolling turbid waves, and he actually looks at the Central Plains as if there is nothing, and looks at all directions.

The eyes of the leaders of several factions were angry, and their eyes were full of murderous intent, but they soon endured it again.

This old devil is invincible to the West, and in terms of skill, I am afraid that it is enough to compare with the "old man of heaven" Sun Baifa back then. Not only has he cultivated two tantric miracles and Tianzhu magic skills, but he has also practiced good and evil, and he has a lot of demon sects, and has achieved a strange and wonderful true qi that soars inside and outside, and is unique in the world.

Looking at the vast Central Plains martial arts, there are no more than one person who can match it.

Hua Shaokun, the current head of Huashan, said angrily: "It's hateful, if it weren't for the turmoil in my Central Plains martial arts, when would it be your turn to make a big statement here." ”

In that year, only in the case of "Chai Yuguan", the Central Plains martial arts was greatly injured and suffered heavy losses; Later, after the disaster of the "Money Gang", the masters on the "Weapon Book" were killed and injured; And now the "Green Dragon Society" and the "Money Gang" are competing, the dragons are fighting, you come and go, and the masters on the rivers and lakes are withering one after another.

The old lama didn't look at him, but looked at Xie Xiaofeng, who was more than ten zhang away, and wanted to enter again, but his clear and pure eyes seemed to be aware of it, and his suspicion flashed, and the green bamboo that could be turned under his feet suddenly resettled, and his loose skin gradually tightened.

"Amitabha, evil! Evil! ”

He suddenly stopped moving, his hands were folded, like a lonely and stubborn stone, bathing in the rain and facing the wind, and he did not move.

But although the two are not moving, the wind and rain between the two are moving, reversing and whirling, as if there are two demon dragons fighting in the river, rolling up a whirlpool of big waves, fighting from the river to the rain, the wind and rain are moving, the sky is dark, and the people on the shore are full of horror.

Before the move started, the strength did not move, just with the momentum and qi, these two people can trigger such a terrifying atmosphere.

No one dared to come forward to disturb them, and they were all staring nervously.

As the hours passed, the sky changed from dark to bright to dark, and the rain changed from heavy to small.

The turbidity on the river became more violent.

The water rises, the torrent rolls, and the waves are surging.

The two people on the river floated from time to time, seemingly precarious, but they were always silent, like a floating boat.

"That's amazing."

Someone came on the shore again.

In the wind and rain, a red dress floated like fire, Shangguan Xiaoxian came with an umbrella, his slender shoulders were covered with rain, and his face was covered with a black veil to cover his face.

Jing Wuming saw something different through the black veil, raised the hat on his head, and a pair of dead eyes seemed to change: "Are you poisoned?" ”

Shangguan Xiaoxian smiled like a silver bell: "When I picked her up, I happened to pass by Peacock Villa, and I met a few acquaintances, so I tried the means...... That man is getting better and better. ”

A simple conversation, Jing Wuming will not say more.

Not long after Shangguan Xiaoxian arrived, the sound of fierce horses fighting in the rain was shocked, and Ye Kai and Fu Hongxue also rushed back to the north overnight, together with Ding Linglin, the three of them looked at the situation on the river and were all concentrated.

Immediately afterwards, together with "Songyang Iron Sword" Guo Ding, and Lu Xiaojia also came one after another.

On the other side of the river, the head of the "Blue Dragon Society" appeared in the wind and rain.

As soon as this person came, all parties looked sideways.

For this mysterious and unpredictable existence of the dragon, everyone wants to see how sacred it is.

The big dragon's head is dressed in white and snow, wearing a green bamboo rain hat, and a hideous and strange bronze dragon head mask looms from the rain; What's even more surprising is that the green silk under the hat is as white as frost and snow, scattered with the wind, as if this is an old man with a pale face.

He stood quietly in the wind and rain, standing with his hands in his hands, immobile as a mountain.

And beside the big dragon head, the two dragon heads held umbrellas to follow, and the green clothes were green, accompanied by each other.

In this battle, the mainstay of the martial arts in the north and south, the leading boss of all parties in the Central Plains, and the chief scoop leader, have almost all been present.

Because with this battle, it may be possible to quell the demon disaster and reject the demon cult in the west.

Like an extraordinary person like the Great Elder of the Demon Sect, the old minister of the Three Dynasties of the Demon Sect, how could that Demon Sect Leader let him die here.

Finally, the rain cleared.

The sky is twilight.

The rain stopped, but the wind did not.

As if falling with the last drop of raindrops, the river surface between the Great Elder of the Demon Sect and Xie Xiaofeng, which had been chaotic and unprovoked, was suddenly smoothed out like a mirror under the ripples caused by the raindrops.

The wind also calmed down.

In smooth water.

But everyone watching the battle suddenly felt that there was a hurricane blowing in their faces, some surging over, and even thunder exploding.

A pair of eyes are open or squinted, but what does not change is the essence of the rising light under the eyes, the burst of Shenhua.

It's time to get your hands dirty.

The twilight is dark, the turbid water is like a mirror, and the afterglow of the sunset reflects the figures of the two.

As the world often says, there is yin and yang in the sky, yin and yang in people, and yin and yang in the earth; The body is yang, and the shadow of the foot is yin, and the two are born and accompanied by each other, and they should live and die together.

However, does the absence of a shadow mean death?

Of course not.

Suddenly, Xie Xiaofeng moved.

The others did not move, but the shadow moved.

In an instant, the sword was unsheathed.

On the turbid water mirror, an indescribable streamer flashed between heaven and earth, cutting out the last trace of the sun.

The Great Elder also moved, he moved a person, and with a movement of his right hand, countless water droplets were suddenly seen in the river water separating and floating from all directions, converging, as if the raindrops that had fallen into the turbid waves before were re-captured one by one, turning into a shocking big mudra.

This is exactly the Zhenjiao of Tantra, the Tantric Mahamudra.

In an instant, it was as if the wind swept by, and the thunder fell, and all kinds of things were gone, just like a rub of burning ashes, and they would be extinguished in an instant.

Everyone was shocked, and when they looked at it again, Xie Xiaofeng was still standing with his sword in his hands, the sword was not unsheathed, and his feet were not moved, and he didn't know whether Shicai was moving or moving.

But at the feet of the Great Elder, the shadow was gone, only bloodstains.

He, defeated.

In the palm of his right palm, a blood hole runs through.

The Great Elder's face was pale and ugly, and he was about to speak, when he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his eyebrows, and a line of blood slowly meandered down.

He was defeated, but he didn't die.

The reason why he didn't die was not because of the weakness of this sword, nor because Xie Xiaofeng's subordinates showed mercy.

But there are people coming from the riverside.

As soon as this person came, a fierce and domineering murderous intent had firmly locked on several elders and several major leaders of the Xie clan, which was terrifying.

If the Great Elder dies by the sword, these people will also die.

"Life and death skills, how dare these Central Plains masters sweep the formation and exert pressure?"

The voice of the person who came was majestic, like a stone slamming, and walked into the door with a strange penetrating power.

After hearing this voice, the Great Elder, who was originally unwilling and angry, suddenly calmed down, gathered the murderous intent, spread his monk's robes, swept to the shore like a blood-colored bat, and saluted at the visitor.

"I've seen the Sect Master!"

And in front of the Great Elder, there stood a majestic and tall figure.

Everyone looked at it, and saw that this person was wearing a purple and black brocade robe, thick black hair, a pair of swallow-winged eyebrows, a sallow face like copper, and a stiff cheek contour, especially those eyes, which were more black than white, almost occupying seventy percent of the entire eyeball, and exuding a demonic charm between the turns, and his spirit was flying, like a demonic golem.

This is also a young man.

He said to the Great Elder of the Demon Sect, "Thank you for your hard work! ”

After that, the young man grinned, swept everyone present, and finally looked at Xie Xiaofeng: "Who are you?" ”

"Divine Sword Villa, Xie Xiaofeng!" Xie Xiaofeng said.

"Xie Xiaofeng? Very good! ”

As soon as the young man finished talking and laughing, his steps paused, and there was an unbelievable sword light in front of him.

This knife, as light as the cold moon, brightened the twilight and slashed directly at Xie Xiaofeng on the river.

"You dare!"

Seeing this situation, several elders of the Xie clan stepped into the waves, and the long swords in their hands were unsheathed together, along with several heads.

However, the sword light passed everywhere, the water was divided and the waves opened, and several famous swords and swords on the rivers and lakes were destroyed under one sword.

Seeing this extraordinary knife, most of the riverside viewers were shocked, some people changed color, and some people were completely torn apart.

The Central Plains Martial Arts finally ushered in its biggest nightmare in hundreds of years.

"Down, Qiu Xiaolou!"

Asking for a ticket!! Soon, the Demon Sect will go east and climax!! Get some motivation.

(End of chapter)