There is no prohibition on doing anything at the plum hunting banquet, but it is an elegant thing to hunt for plums, and once you start doing it, it is indecent.

It will be ridiculed, so since the first session has been held, no one has ever moved, and gradually an unwritten rule has been formed, no one can do anything at the banquet, and if there is a conflict, the situation at the plum banquet must be used to decide the winner.

But Liang Xiaodao made the first move, and he was hit in the face.

It's a face in the real sense, which is very troublesome, and I think that the vast majority of people in the world are people who want face.

Ji Zhihua, as the young master of the thirty-six caves, is naturally more important.

If someone hits him in the face, he won't fight back, but will kill that person, so that he can save some face.

Killing people at the Plum Hunting Banquet is a big thing, especially when it is watched by the entire Yunlu City at this moment, not to mention that there are people who are responsible for recording it, and everyone knows that this matter will definitely spread as quickly as possible.

Ji Zhihua's movements were very fast, and the dim color only enveloped the entire courtyard in an instant, encompassing everyone, and the killing intent in it rushed into the sky, but it was rushing to Liang Xiaodao to crush it alone.

The punches are heavy and the punches are amazing.

Everyone around was quietly watching this scene, they could feel that the aura on Liang Xiaodao's body was not strong, it seemed that he should have gone to the Three Realms that had only been broken in the recent past, and it was undoubtedly impossible to confront the Thirty-Six Cave Holy Son who had been immersed in it for a long time.

Ye Xiu's brows furrowed slightly, and the corners of the brocade clothes on his body fluttered strangely.

As soon as he was about to get up, he suddenly felt a gaze.

He turned his head to look at Chu Yang, who was sitting in the first place, his brows furrowed deeper, but the corners of the brocade clothes regained his calm.

Chu Yang didn't look at the field, his eyes always stayed on him and didn't look away.

This punch came in an instant, especially the two ghost hands that seemed to come from the netherworld hidden in the darkness, which was even more unguardable.

Ji Zhihua's strength is not weak, and among the more than 200 people present today, it is also in the upper reaches, especially the exercises in the thirty-sixth hole are very strange, and they are always unexpected when they fight, making it difficult to guard against.

These people's faces are very calm, and they don't even have the slightest wave in their eyes, a Tang person, just ignore him, and now they dare to take the initiative to provoke, kill and kill, can they still turn the sky upside down?

Darkness covered the earth, and a gust of wind suddenly rose in the calm courtyard.

Blowing and swaying the plum branches up and down, Ye Xiu's brocade clothes fluttered again, but this time it was not his intention.

Chu Yang frowned slightly, his eyes left Ye Xiu's body and looked at the field, Hua Yuyao's blue skirt swayed gently.

There is no wind around, and if the wind suddenly blows, it means that it is not simple.

This thought had just arisen, and everyone saw Liang Xiaodao's body strangely disappear in place, and when he reappeared, he was already standing five steps behind him.

grabbed a hole from the ghost hand deep in the ground, and Ji Zhihua's punch also fell into the air.

This scene was a bit abrupt, shocking many people's eyes, staring at Liang Xiaodao's body in unison, how did this happen as a transfigured scene?

The astonishment lasted for a short time, and then someone remembered the gust of wind just now, and immediately saw the pale white vortex behind Liang Xiaodao, which still looked a little dazzling in the darkness.

I was shocked.

It was not a whirlpool of water, but a whirlpool of wind, invisible winds swirling beneath his feet, and the clouds around him climbed up a little.

"Born with a soul soul?"

As the saying goes, one stone stirs up a thousand waves, and the same is true of this sentence, which instantly set off a lot of fluctuations at this banquet.

The vast majority of people in the world specialize in one subject, and the most part-time cultivators are physical and martial arts double cultivation, or divine martial arts double rest, and soul martial arts double rest is much less.

First, it is rare for people born with life souls, and second, people born with life souls rarely go back to waste time practicing martial arts, and those who specialize in life soul will grow faster and more pure.

The confusion and impossibility of that moment just now were the special abilities brought by the soul of life.

Ji Zhihua missed his punch and did not rush to continue, but stood there staring at Liang Xiaodao with some solemnity.

"Even if you are a soul martial artist, what can you do? ”

Liang Xiaodao gently pulled out the Beidi scimitar at his waist and drew a semicircle in front of him, the scimitar glowed with cold light in the dimness, and did not speak.

But the meaning is obvious.

Come here!

The people around him understood what he meant, but this time there was no sneer on his face, a person who set foot in the Three Realms with a soul martial arts double rest, not everyone is qualified to be sarcastic.

Ji Zhihua also understood what he meant, his half-squinted eyes suddenly shot out a cold light, his body turned into smoke and wandered in the darkness, hundreds of hands were born on the ground, and a faint wail sounded in the small courtyard, which sounded like a hundred ghosts walking at night, which made people shudder.

Many people couldn't help but shake their hands.

Chu Yang nodded lightly, he was also the best among the young generation of Three Realms cultivators in Huangzhou, his temperament was cold and cruel, and his skills in the thirty-six caves were even more like a fish in water, like a tiger with wings.

At this moment, the momentum is extraordinary.

The wind in the courtyard gradually began to get stronger, and from the beginning it could only blow the hair and blow the corners of the clothes, but now it gradually whistles.

The bare branches of the plum tree kept swinging.

Liang Xiaodao raised the scimitar in his hand, and the cold light on the knife body was even stronger, illuminating the space of the dim courtyard.

He held the knife in his right hand and raised his left hand in the air, feeling the wind pass through his fingertips, and then tilted his head slightly.

Looking at the ghostly figures in the dimness, he said softly, "The wind is blowing." ”

The howling wind rose from the ground, blowing everyone and staggering back and forth, the black shirt on Liang Xiaodao's body fluttered in the wind, and the northern characters on his shoulders shone brightly.

The wind blew against him, and the scimitar did not move in the wind.

The hundred ghosts are getting closer and closer.

It's like a phantom of cannibalistic bone marrow.

Everyone in Yunlu City looked up at this scene, and their eyes didn't even dare to blink, for fear of missing some rare scenes.

The thirty-six cave Holy Son Ji Zhihua fought against Liang Xiaodao, the general of Tang Xuanwei, which can really be regarded as an extremely rare scene.

Liang Xiaodao closed his eyes slightly, and opened them again after a moment, and his originally calm gaze became sharp.

He thought about what Li Xiu looked like when he was in front of the academy, and then raised his scimitar in his way, and the cold light flickered between heaven and earth.

The howling and violent wind gradually subsided, and the clothes of the people around them fell again.

The brocade clothes on Ye Xiu's body were not shaking.

Liang Xiaodao put down the knife, the cold light disappeared, the darkness around him solidified, the body of the hundred ghosts broke from it, and the arms that poked out of the ground turned into powder.

Countless bright lights shot out of the dimly lit courtyard.

The black shirt on his body shook slightly, and a knife mark appeared on Ji Zhihua's chest, and blood flowed out, like water.

Liang Xiaodao's left hand was raised slightly, and he took a deep breath.

"The wind stopped. ”

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PS: Let me explode a bit of foul language, this chapter is so well written, absolutely amazing