Jin Guo went to the west of Beijing, in front of the grassland mountain.

The five Jurchen palace guards walked up according to the pace of Yi Bing Ding's "Three Odds", and before the steps fell, the two boulders opened, and hurriedly walked into the crooked passage.

Light the torch and walk to the stone door, knock on the buckle, and wait for the same three sounds behind the door, a guard coughed, and the stone door suddenly opened.

The guards behind the door were taken aback, but the person who came was not Wanyan Tejin.

The guards intercepted: "You were sent by the little prince?"

A man about thirty years old among the palace guards smiled and said, "People who are not the little prince can't enter?"

A guard looked at the clothes on the five people, pulled the interceptor guard, and said to the five: "We are directly under the little prince, the person who came is not the little prince, please show the waist card." ”

One of the guards at the head pulled the waist card to talk to him, only to see the Jurchen character "Da Nei" written on the waist card, and passed it to the people next to him, knowing that it was someone from the palace, and hurriedly avoided the road.

The man in his thirties asked, "Why don't you check?"

The guards knelt in unison.

Behind him, three soldiers with the Chinese word "A, B, C" on their chests walked out, holding brass keys and presenting them. The guards took the key and headed inside.

The guards got up, you look at me, I look at you, and decided to hurry up and report to Wan Yan Tejin.

The three keys opened two iron doors one after another, and when the last iron door opened, a yin wind instantly rushed in, with a damp sword qi mixed with anger, whirring like a tiger's roar.

The guards' iron armor was blown and swayed, and the man in white with long hair and long hair trembled incessantly, and it was obvious that he was a little resentful of the unexpected visit of the five of them.

The five of them were not idle, and they were still standing high in the cold wind. The name of "Ouchi" is not in vain.

The iron clothes had already been blown and shook up and down, but seeing that the expressions on the faces of the five people were still the same, the people in white were even more furious.

"Drink!"

A loud bang came from the sea of qi, and this time it enveloped more true yuan, and the sword qi rushed in double force, and the first seventh-rank sword dao master spat out a mouthful of blood.

The faces of the four men were tense, except for the one in the middle, who was about thirty years old, who was still standing upright.

The five people unleashed the sea of qi to urge the vitality, and the sword qi of the five people was combined into a thick bundle, opposing the sword qi of the man in white.

Two pieces of sword qi appeared under the flickering candle flame.

Near the white-clothed man, there was a snowflake and white gas, fluttering and sprinkling, seemingly chaotic, but there was eventually a yin line running through. Nearly five people, the five separate sword qi formed a large force, both rushing against each other, and pushing each other in, on the contrary, they formed each other, and moved forward.

Among the five separate sword qi, there is the strongest, the thickest, and the most domineering, it swims in the middle, and the two sword qi on the left and right are jointly butted and squeezed into it, and it can still be reached and released, full of strength.

The candle flame maintained a soft light when the two sword qi were still stable and could not be advanced.

Suddenly, the white-clothed and long-haired man froze, and four special chains shook on the wall, and an even more powerful sword qi pushed the one in front of him slowly.

The sword qi of the five people was blocked in front like a city wall, and slowly retreated like a city wall.

The man in his thirties, his head tilted up, struggling with what strength he still had in his body. The other four no longer have enough strength to mobilize Zhenyuan, and only he can continue to dispatch.

The instantaneous sword qi confrontation consumes the essence of the vitality, and the key to the final victory is the size of the qi sea. The sea of qi can store more vitality, and it can be transformed into more true qi, which is abundant in true energy, and the sword qi is vertical and horizontal. The white-clothed and long-haired man has been locked here for many years, and the damp and cool breath under the mountain has not been stored, so in addition to being able to keep out the cold, it has also formed a cold-to-thick sword qi.

But the man in white saw that the cultivation of the person in his thirties was only seven paragraphs. And after this fierce confrontation, the remaining four seven-stage kendo masters were exhausted, only this person's strength could still be dispatched, and his strength must be higher than that of ordinary people.

The sword qi push of the man in white was already only four steps away from the five people. The cold sword qi was still slowly pushing forward.

The cultivators in their thirties seemed to have exerted their last bit of strength, their teeth clenched, their eyes enlarged like cracked copper bells, their nostrils opened and closed, and all the necks and upwards bulged purple-red.

The sword qi of the five people gradually improved, and they began to resist the attack of the sword qi of the man in white, and the two pieces of sword qi and the two sections were clearly demarcated.

This was a battle of pure qi seas, and the qi seas of five seven-rank masters were added together to fight against the huge qi sea of a superb sword cultivator.

The man in white began to be a little surprised. But he decided to do whatever it took anyway.

He finally mobilized all the vitality in the sea of qi and turned it into a thicker sword qi, and the three forces in front and behind pushed the sword qi of the five people to retreat at once, and finally shook the five people.

The five of them floated out like flying flowers and fell on the stone wall of the cave. Scattered rubble fell, kicking up countless dust. The cave also made a faint "rumbling" sound because of this impact.

The five had blood on their horns and slowly got up from the ground.

The swordsman who was about thirty years old was the first to get up, even if there was blood on the corner of his mouth, he didn't care at all, and his face still had a domineering breath.

The four of them lay on the ground and hurriedly exclaimed, "Overlord!"

After the man in white was detained here for two or three years, he had gradually learned the Jurchen language, and Wanyan Tejin told Zhao Liangsi that he didn't understand, but in fact, the man in white deliberately pretended to be these years, in order to explore the old background of the Jurchen.

The man in white blew the long hair in front of him, and began to look up at this person called "Overlord" carefully.

The tiger's back is bear's waist, the eyes are big, like a bronze mirror that occupies most of the face of the face, and the head is huge, and this face looks capable and powerful.

The "overlord" raised his head, and did not wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, but just took seven steps forward, and suddenly ripped off the iron coat on his upper body, showing half of his body naked. The man in white saw a yellowed "tiger tooth" hanging from his neck with Song Dynasty worsted dark green silk thread, and when he slowly looked at his chest, a palm-sized chest socket could faintly show a huge heart that was beating extremely strongly and extremely fast.

The eyes of the man in white continued to move downward, and he finally saw the lower abdomen of the "overlord".

At the position of the sea of qi on the lower abdomen of the "Baye", there is a lumpy red spot about a copper coin, and a red texture like a fishing line blooms on the red spot. The red thread crosses the belly and rises to the abdomen, staggering and winding behind you.

"Overlord" turned around, and there were also red threads blooming above the waist on his wide and thick back.

"Overlord" turned around, facing the man in white, his two arms stretched forward, only to see two finger-thick cyan meridians running from the back of his hand to his shoulders.

The man in white finally saw clearly, this was a pure masculine to rigid body, not an ordinary physique. If it is said that the nine-stage master is a once-in-a-century encounter, this kind of cultivation physique is a once-in-a-thousand occurrence.

Pure masculine to rigid physique, also known as Tongtian physique. This kind of physique is naturally very sensitive to the sense of sword qi, and it is also extremely adaptable to cultivation.

Under absolute strength, the distinction between rank and grade is not too important. A third-stage kendo practitioner of the inferior practice may not be able to compete with a one-stage Heavenly Physique cultivator.

An eight-stage master of ordinary exercises can be defeated by five or six seven-stage swordsmen. Legend has it that the master of the nine-stage Mahayana realm of the general exercises can beat seven or eight eight-stage masters.

And a seventh-rank cultivator with a heavenly physique could deal with two eighth-stage masters.

"Overlord" asked in Khitan language: "Do you pass on the Sword Sutra?"

The deep eyes of the man in white met a pair of domineering and bright eyes.