The majestic body of Yan hitting the waves is like an abyss, standing still, until the last sentence of "Linjiang Immortal" drifts far away.

This is his rule that has dominated the world for a hundred years: after singing this song, he will make a move. Let the opponent do his best in this time to fight for the last chance of life.

This is not how benevolent Yan hitting the waves is, but the reflection of his own Dao heart. The breeze talisman sword was raised, the heart was as clear as a mirror, and through the heavy rain curtain, the blazing and hideous red eyes and the leisurely eyes of Yan Hitting the waves flashed alternately in front of him.

Since ancient times, the number of avenues is fifty, and the sky is forty-nine, and people have escaped one of them. The "one" that escaped has always become a mystery that countless monks have been pondering and seeking, and it is also a key step in shattering the void and ascending to immortality.

As the so-called endless road of heaven and man, the "one" that has escaped is vitality, a new way of life, and an endless change in heaven, earth and the universe. The people of the Daomen fled for their lives, and in the eyes of great masters such as Yan Zhenglang, it was not just to survive, but to turn into a variety of life trajectories, to chase the "one" who had escaped. They struggled to resist, hid and escaped...... All of them are in contact with the "one" that has escaped in different ways.

The more the opponent is desperate to survive, the more Yan hits the waves and can understand the mystery of the "one" that escapes.

"I don't know how much your talisman sword can stop the Sprinkle family?" Yan hit the waves and looked at the breeze, his eyes flashed, and he stepped out with his left foot.

The momentum of extending all directions suddenly converged with this step, and the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning in the sky also rose with it, like a hundred rivers and thousands of streams returning to the sea, soaring to the pole in an instant!

The air emits a "Bibu Bibu" sound that is compressed to the extreme.

The breeze bore the brunt of the blow, the mouth and nose breathed poorly, the skin stiffened, and the blood suddenly accelerated uncontrollably, rushing straight to the swollen brain.

He silently tricked the way, pointed to the ground on tiptoe, and slid to the right rear for more than ten feet, avoiding the frontal crushing of the opponent's momentum. At the same time, the talisman sword trembled, and wisps of fine electric light rippled out, intertwined into a net, layer upon layer, laying down a defensive line that was difficult for the opponent to pursue through the gap.

Yan Zhenglang's left foot suddenly retracted, as if he had never taken a step. With the right leg as the axis, the left foot draws a semicircle, the whole person turns and changes direction, passes from the other side of the breeze, pounces into the distance, and staggers with the breeze, opening up a distance of dozens of zhang.

Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, subconsciously holding his sword and wanting to chase after him, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Yan Zhenglang's shoulders shrugging slightly, the five fingers of his left hand closed silently, the pores were slightly opened, and the blood vessels on the back of his hand were dilated because of the turbidity, and a touch of blue and purple appeared.

This is the left fist gaining momentum, and it will not be sent!

This is a punch that deliberately lures the enemy and turns around and slams!

Qingfeng stood still with his feet, and a flat thunderbolt came out of his throat, and the rune sword suddenly turned into thousands of dazzling electric lights, shooting out, and blatantly interrupted Yan Zhenglang's fist.

"Boom-boom-boom" lightning was like rain, tearing the night, the trees turned into clusters of burning flames, and the rain steamed into smoke. In the next moment, the crows returned to Qingfeng's hand as if they had returned to their nests, reuniting into a dark red peachwood rune sword.

This is the advantage of the rune sword, there are many changes, wonderful powers, although the sword qi is not pure, but it can be differentiated from the heart.

With the sword in hand, Qingfeng was stunned for a moment.

At the moment when the Fu Sword erupted, Yan Zhenglang's left fist suddenly loosened, his five fingers spread out into palms, and the turbid air turned into ingenuity in an instant, slapping on the trunk of a cypress tree that swept away, taking advantage of the momentum to cross dozens of zhang, and the electric light of the Fu Sword was all in the air.

The distance between the two sides has widened again.

Yan hit the waves and ran away?

Qingfeng immediately understood that the step Yan Zhenglang took and the punch he closed together were all using his wonderful spiritual power to guide his own qi, causing the illusion that he was about to attack, causing him to misjudge.

That step and punch are all false, Yan Zhenglang is to get rid of himself and chase and kill others first!

Thinking of this, the breeze used for another moment. And three moments later, he struggled to catch up, and only a vague giant shadow was left in the distance.

Straight up the mountain, the soldiers flew like arrows, panicked like birds, and pounced on the dense grass and forest.

The grass and trees on both sides swayed, the muddy water splashed under his feet, and the thorns stretched out pulled the hem of his robe, cut through the openings, and leaked out the exquisite snow-white silk wool inside.

Bing Fengzi heard his own heartbeat like a pound, desperate and heavy. No one knows how much he fears death.

That's why he chose archery that is good at long-range attacks, even if he misses a hit, he can escape from the distance. When he recognized Yan hitting the waves, he was the first to turn around and run, never dragging mud and water.

Turning sharply, the soldier burrowed into the knee-high bushes, and the cat swooped down. The robe was wet and sticking to the skin, and it was impossible to tell whether it was rain or sweat.

There was a sudden silence all around, and Bing Fengzi's heart jumped violently. Suddenly, the ground shook, and an earth-shattering roar was heard from behind.

The fierce fishy wind swept from dozens of zhang away, and Bing Fengzi was so frightened that he jumped up in a hurry, and he didn't have time to turn back, so he took a bow and pulled the string in mid-air and shot out behind him.

A sharp whistling swept across the night sky, and raindrops clung to it, turning into thousands of ice-blue transparent arrows.

"Whoosh-" The arrows burst through the air, and none of them hit. Bing Fengzi's heart sank suddenly, and the top was covered by a huge shadow. Yan hit the wave in the air, his palm split, and Bing Fengzi's body was split into two, pouring to the left and right, the fracture was as smooth as a mirror, and then hundreds of blood splashed out.

Bing Fengzi is finished!

Fat Suo looked up in horror, and the ice-blue arrows in the distance were scattered and shattered in the dim wind and rain. He grabbed the sack, pressed his back closer to the mountain wall, and moved slowly against the suffocating wind.

Dense vines hung down from above, swaying back and forth. It is a narrow path on the mountainside, backed by a cliff face, facing a deep ravine, obscured by tortoes and vines, and difficult to detect by the naked eye.

It didn't take long for Fatsuo's footsteps to stagnate, and he saw the lustrous jade light of the Lingxi scissors flashing across the night sky. Immediately after that, a fist seemed to open the world, expanding in the field of vision, smashing the spirit rhino scissors, and Yaoxia's miserable cry disappeared in a flash.

The fat man couldn't help but shudder for a moment, and after thinking about it, he grabbed the rattan in front of him and climbed down the cliff. Although he was fat, he was as light as a swallow, and his hands and feet were dexterous, and he fell to the bottom of the gully without a sound.

Then he saw in the darkness a pair of violent red eyes as large as lanterns staring at him. Yan hit the waves quietly, his right hand clasped the neck of the dragon, and his knuckles trembled like waves, cleverly dissolving the roar of the fierce beast.

With a "plop", Fat Suo fell to his knees, begging and crying: "Seniors spare me, I am willing to be a servant and a slave, and swear allegiance to my predecessors." This time, the seniors moved the door, which will inevitably attract crazy revenge, and the next can be the seniors' internal response, and find out the news for you......"

Yan Zhenglang smiled faintly: "You are older than the Sprinkle family, you are the senior." However, if a predecessor like you can die, the rivers and lakes will be clean. ”

The fat face twitched, and said with a smile: "The one who reaches is the first, and the one who reaches is the first." The junior only thinks about a dog from the junior, and I will bite whoever you want me to bite......" Halfway through speaking, he suddenly threw out the sack and covered Yan Hit the waves, and at the same time jumped up, pinching the Dao Jue with both hands.

Reversing right and wrong!

The sky is upside down, the deep ravines are rising, the grass and rocks are like a herd of beasts jumping, and the torrential rain rushes out of the ground. He shook his head in confusion, the heavens and the earth flipped upside down, his head and feet, the surrounding scenery was reversed and displaced, and there was chaos, and even the fierce thing entangled by the python became out of reach......

Fat Chau took the opportunity to volley upside down, grabbed the rattan with his hand, and rushed to the cliff, his other hand kept changing the trick. Reverse right and wrong, and your every move will be completely confused in the eyes of your opponent, obviously fleeing upwards, but you will have the vision of attacking forward.

"Whew-" A mouthful of extremely pure turbidity spewed out from Yan Banglang's mouth, like a horizontal blank practice, hitting the sack, and forcibly breaking a big hole.

The sack suddenly leaked air, fell softly, and the fat man was eaten by the magic weapon, and his mouth spurted blood. He didn't care about it, he climbed wildly, and in the blink of an eye, he ran to the mountainside. Before he could catch his breath, Yan Zhenglang's fist slashed at the surface, knocking his head into the sky, and blood splashed everywhere.

Yan hit the waves without stopping, stepping steadily on the vertical cliff, the whole body was flat, and he stepped to the top of the mountain in a few steps. With a faint glance, he stretched out his left hand and flicked his middle finger on the tip of a weed.

The weeds shook slightly, and an invisible force swept along the grass in all directions, and one after another the grass and trees trembled, extending continuously, forming a mighty wave that swept over the mountains. "Poof!" A grass seed cracked violently on the opposite mountain, and the Wood Venerable jumped out in a panic, and in mid-air, the whole person suddenly exploded, and the remains of the severed limbs were thrown everywhere.

The fourth.

In the darkness, Zhi Hunt's true soul sensed the disappearance of the fourth sign of life.