The martial arts of the Buddha Festival, starting from the battle between the two swords, was pushed straight to the peak after the battle between heaven and man, but after the war between heaven and man, it became unremarkable, and the stage was full of small fights of people who did not enter the heavenly realm, and those people above the heavenly realm were almost all savoring the charm of the previous two battles.

After all, it is difficult for the sage to come out, and it is even more difficult to meet in pairs, not to mention the battle, in the previous Buddha Festival, the strongest can not fight the duel between the heavenly realms, and there is absolutely no possibility for the sage to come to the stage to discuss martial arts, and this time, it is probably because of the wind and rain that there are many romances, first arguing about the sanctification of the Tao, and then the battle between the sages.

Such a scene that makes the blood in the chest boil slightly, it is really desirable, now the sky is already evening, the scorching sun is gradually hidden in the depths of the clouds, the people on the field have dispersed a lot, and many people present are also yawning, but at this moment, a sweaty man walked into the ring, and when he stepped on the martial platform, his eyes became firm.

"Heavenly Palace, Luo Tong, please advise. ”

The man's flat voice was like a shallow stream, but the small voice surrounded everyone's ears, although the man did not specify who to ask for advice, but when everyone followed his gaze, the white-clothed handsome boy also stood indifferently, and the two people separated by dozens of meters, their eyes collided together.

The old drunkard's face was a little angry, and he was pulled by Li Gongyi next to him: "Brother Wang, Chen Xiyu has his own way." This sentence made the old drunkard's gloomy face spread slightly, and when the old drunkard looked at Chen Xiyu, Chen Xiyu cast an unhindered look at the old drunkard and stepped into the ring step by step.

"Xichu Chen Xiyu, please consult. Chen Xiyu vigorously opened the hem of his clothes with his right hand, and then stood with his lower body slightly bent, and stood opposite the big man with both hands as if he were holding Tai Chi.

"Old man, this boy is one of the wonderful chess in the world you said?" Miss Chunyu was a little curious, and looked at the old man beside her with a light face, and there was some doubt in her eyes.

Guiguzi nodded lightly, there was no expression on his face, but he had some doubts in his heart, not knowing whether this human chess in his eyes was a martial arts or a scholar.

Dahan finally couldn't hold back the murderous intent in his eyes, and several iron rings fell from nowhere on his hands and arms, and his fists attacked Chen Xiyu up and down.

"A gentleman is not a weapon. ”

Chen Xiyu spit out a few faint words in his mouth, and a breath of clear air naturally attacked the big man, the clear air was free, turned into eighteen kinds of weapons and collided with the big man's hands again and again, the iron ring collided with the clear air, sonorous, after the big Han King Kong, and then entered the heavenly immortals.

An iron ring fell from each of his hands and sank into the martial platform.

"A gentleman is not a party. ”

Gentlemen are not parties, I think I am gentlemen, then what I see, what I order is also a gentleman, gentlemen are friends but not parties, not to mention iron hoops?

A lot of pure qi rushed towards the big man, and the iron rings on the big man's hands were forcibly separated, and there were several more blood marks in the gaps.

"Say what you say?" In the crowd of spectators, some people who boasted of their strong eyesight couldn't help but exclaim, and there were doubts in the hearts of those who exclaimed, could it be that this young Pianpian Jia son became a saint at such a young age?

The saints present shook their heads silently when they heard this, but the color of appreciation in their eyes was even stronger.

"Xiao Nizi, this is not a word to follow the law, it is to control the qi with words, although it is not a word to follow the law, but in the heavenly realm, it has reached such a point, the majestic righteousness in this son's chest, it is conceivable, but the person named Luo Tong is not so easy to match. ”

As soon as Guiguzi's words fell, under the ground in the circle that Chen Xiyu was hugging, two iron rings flew out, wanting to disperse the heaven and earth vitality in Chen Xiyu's arms.

Chen Xiyu frowned slightly, and changed his hug to pressure, just like Li Gongyi suppressed the knife momentum of the old drunkard, and wanted to suppress the two iron rings with bad intentions with the righteousness of heaven and earth.

At the moment when Chen Xiyu was distracted, Dahan seized the opportunity, his hands shook hard, and the iron rings collided together, and the momentum that trapped Dahan turned into nothingness again.

Dahan spread out his hands, and the iron rings on his fingers flew out, attacking Chen Xiyu from all directions, and Dahan tightly grasped the two iron rings in his hands, ready to smash.

"The people above this Heavenly Palace are really good hands in the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and once they enter the Heavenly Realm, they must be Heavenly Immortals. The old monk Wukong whispered in his mouth, his face was indifferently tight, but Mu Yu, who was standing next to the idiot, was a little flustered, for fear that Chen Xiyu would not be able to resist such a posture of the big man.

The idiot stretched out his right hand and pressed the wooden fish who wanted to help: "Senior brother, don't worry, your friend is fine, otherwise his god-killing master will be so calm next to him?"

With a slight movement of his ears, the old drunkard heard what the idiot said about himself, grinned, and continued to watch the duel in the field.

Chen Xiyu looked at the iron rings in the sky, did not panic at all, continued to suppress the two iron rings with his left hand, pressed them hard, pressed them into the ground, and swung his right hand hard, a gust of wind rose, and the iron rings in the air collided into a ball, making a crisp sound like a silver bell.

Although the iron rings in the air did useless work, the two iron rings in the hands of the big man really smashed on Chen Xiyu's arms, Chen Xiyu's arms sank and unloaded, still snorted, and then lifted suddenly, the big man's hands felt smashed by tens of millions of catties, and he unconsciously let go, and the two iron rings flew into the air and scattered aside.

"Ren Er's east, west, north and south winds. ”

Chen Xiyu closed his eyes, his body moved as he wished, his hands slapped towards the armpit of the big man, when he withdrew his hand, his hands were raised into elbows, the big man spun in the air, and when he was about to land, Chen Xiyu stepped forward again.

"This is the Tai Chi that the kid has thoroughly understood?" The old drunkard had some appreciation in his eyes, and he thought about how he would deal with such kung fu if he was still in the Heavenly Realm, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that if he didn't have a knife in his hand, his energy would be scattered, and he would be powerless, even himself, not to mention the big man, so the old drunkard laughed reassuringly.

Chen Xiyu took the foot that the big man was about to fall with one hand, and pushed it, and the big man flew out again.

And Chen Xiyu's hands were like silk threads pulling, his hands pulled in the air, and the big man stopped straight in the air, only to feel dizzy.

At this time, two silk threads really appeared in Chen Xiyu's hands, and the two silk threads gathered by the vitality of heaven and earth were entangled with the big man, but the big man did not sit still in the air, he used all his strength to disperse the silk thread of the vitality, and at the moment when the sea of qi in his dantian was completely cracked, a powerful aura spread out, and the big man vomited blood mist in his mouth.

The first person present to react to this blood mist was not those saints, it was Xue San, who had relatively meager skills, Xue San's eyes were sharp, and he recognized the life-fighting kung fu in this "Blood Demon Dafa" - Blood Demon Disintegration.

But he was not in the field after all, although a few flying needles had already flown out, but compared to the speed of the big man flying towards Chen Xiyu, it was still not much faster, under the disintegration of the blood demon, although the speed of the big man was not as good as the sage, it was not far away, Chen Xiyu originally pinned his thoughts on the silk thread of vitality, and at the same time that the silk thread cracked, his mind suffered a heavy blow, and he was in a trance for a while, and when he reacted, the hideous face of the big man had already appeared in front of his eyes.

Chen Xiyu quickly suppressed his panicked mind, and drew a Taiji diagram with both hands, colliding with the big man in the blood mist.

Compared with the previous discussions that were difficult to see in the clouds, this murderous and hidden martial arts was very exciting in the eyes of those spectators.

The old drunkard has already drawn his knife and wants to go up, Li Gongyi's wrinkled eyebrows also have a murderous aura, the ink pen hidden in the old Confucian's chest is ready to move, and the old monk who has penetrated his heart is even more angry, and the Zen staff has been raised.

But they didn't have time to make a move, and the competition was over.

After all, those flying needles fell, pierced in several acupoints behind Dahan, and those blood mist were subsumed into Dahan's body, the Taiji diagram in Chen Xiyu's hand was forcibly lifted in one breath, but now it has collapsed, and a little blood light dotted on Chen Xiyu's abdomen, which happened to be the position where Xue San pierced the five needles when he rescued him before, and a five-element diagram floated in the air from Chen Xiyu's body, shaking Dahan away.

On the five-element diagram, there was a blood light that kept flashing, which looked very strange, and then disappeared into Chen Xiyu's body.

Chen Xiyu's eyes were also full of blood, and he stood on top of the martial platform panting.

The big man staggered to his feet, with a fierce smile on his face, and when the old drunkard came to the martial platform with a knife, he was already kneeling on one knee.

Without waiting for the old drunkard to do it himself, the big man scolded angrily: "My life is up to me, I am the sky, Wang Qipifu, Hugh has to insult me." ”

After scolding, Dahan had already broken the meridians of his body, and looked at Chen Xiyu, who had a flash of blood on his body, with a sneer on his face.

At this time, there was a faint sound of the piano.

"Pianpian young man, don't be confused when you look back

When the incense rises, I will taste the delicacies

Don't think about it, don't break your bowels, and the flowers can be fragrant and butterflies can be appreciated

The promise can be forgotten, and the heat will not disturb the cold or cold

Send you thousands of miles, look forward to it every day, and look at the young man in my heart......"

The sound of the piano was far away, the big man with a confused look, a whimper, the blood light on the young man's body flew up, scattered on the purple shirt, the woman was worried, and Chen Xiyu's eyes gradually cleared, and there was mist condensing in his eyes.

When the blood light on Chen Xiyu's body completely dissipated, the blood light on the woman's body was already very strong, the old drunkard looked at the woman, his eyes were a little stupid, this woman was almost exactly the same as the shadow in the depths of his mind, but the look in his eyes was just pity, this girl who was all about Chen Xiyu was too bitter.

As the blood light gradually condensed, the woman swept the strings and sank into her body again.

Chen Xiyu ran up, his right foot was light, his body was like a flying swallow, and he hugged the woman who was falling slowly in mid-air, and when he fell to the ground, Chen Xiyu knelt on one knee, and the woman sat on his right knee, and he said very softly: "Girl, your young man is back." ”

The words were as light as a woman who was afraid of waking up as if she was in a dream, and the woman's eyes were also misty, and the two looked at each other, and they both saw themselves in each other's eyes, and only themselves.

There were many onlookers, and the young girl unconsciously quietly grabbed the hand of the Muyu monk, but in front of the two, they all became spectators and foils, and the old drunkard had already gotten off the platform and walked in front of Xue San.

"The blood on that girl's body should be fine. The old drunkard lowered his voice and leaned into Xue San's ear and asked.

Xue San frowned a little and said, "It should be fine, but that girl seems to be the real demon I wanted to kill before." ”

Hearing this, the old drunkard was also a little angry in his heart, but he was also a little confused, could it be that this was the reason why Xue'er's luck gathered on her back then.

The two people who hugged each other didn't notice this, the wind blew gently through the strings, and between the light movements of the strings, there seemed to be an endless sound of hearts slowly rising and dispersing.