"Who are you, what are you doing in the Kongtong faction?" asked the lonely prodigal son of the three elders of Kongtong. In front of the gate of the Kongtong faction, a woman stood with her back to each other, with white hair up to her waist, just from the back, her figure was slim, and she didn't look like a gray-haired old man at all.

"I just wanted to verify one thing. The voice was sharp and thin, and the lonely prodigal son could tell that the woman in front of him was not very old. But the words were full of murderous aura, and the voice that came to the ears was not very high, but every word shook the ears. The lonely prodigal son was taken aback, the woman in front of him was not under him, and he was angry just now, but since the other party's martial arts are above him, he has to speak politely, after all, martial arts in the rivers and lakes decide everything.

"I don't know what's going on?"

The woman did not answer, but turned around slowly, dressed in a white veil reflecting white hair, skin like snow, except for a pair of eyes with black eyebrows, there was no variegated in other places, at a glance, like a very slender snowman. The lonely prodigal son looked at this white-haired woman carefully up and down, looking at her appearance at most seven or eight years, at this age with this kind of kung fu can be regarded as a martial arts wizard, and the other party is a woman, she should not be unknown in the rivers and lakes, she has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for thirty years, why haven't you heard of such a number one person, is it the palace master of the Cold Moon Palace, Jiaoyue?

At the moment, I am not very sure of the identity of this woman, after all, I have never seen the appearance of Jiaoyue, but it is rumored that she is the first strange woman in the rivers and lakes, young and beautiful, and her kung fu is unfathomable, but the woman in front of her cannot be said to be amazing, it can only be said to be charming.

"My Kongtong faction and your Cold Moon Palace have always been innocent and hateless, speaking of which, fifteen years ago, they joined forces to destroy Master Yi, it can be said that there is still some origin, I don't know why the Lord of the Bright Moon Palace is here today to find trouble. These words are neither humble nor arrogant, showing that it is of course best to be a friend, if you want to be an enemy, then the Kongtong faction is not afraid, it is really a good plan.

The white-haired woman was stunned, and said in her heart: "Okay, you actually think of me as that Jiaoyue, it seems that this Jiaoyue is really a character, and I have to meet her well another day." So he kept the person of Kyaukyue in his heart. Smiled leisurely, there were some ghosts, and the stunning eyes were full of magic, even the lonely prodigal son had never encountered such a strange thing, and muttered in his heart: Is there really a fox spirit in this world? The lonely prodigal son shook his head vigorously, controlled his mind, and did not be confused.

"I'm not the bright moon in your mouth, let you die and understand, remember to report my name Huang Zhenhong to the king of Hades. ”

"I don't know you. The lonely prodigal son looked a little timid.

"You don't need to know me, you just need to know one thing. ”

"What's the matter?"

"I heard that the Kongtong faction is the most useless of the six major factions in the Central Plains, I don't believe those rumors, I want to try it myself. ”

Hearing that the woman named Huang Zhenhong in front of me was so arrogant, and she wanted to pick the Kongtong faction alone, it was simply a fool's dream, although my Kongtong faction is not as martial arts as Wudang Shaolin, but you are too arrogant as a demon girl. Since it is clear that she is here to find trouble, there is no need to be respectful, the lonely prodigal son knows the high martial arts of the woman in front of him, but he still does not change his face, and laughs.

"I just don't know what kind of trick you are trying to do as a demon girl?"

Huang Zhenhong also laughed and said, "You call me a demon girl? Very good, I like this title! How does your kung fu compare to the Tianning master of the Emei faction?"

The lonely prodigal son knew that of course he couldn't compare to Tianning Shitai, but how could he lose his prestige in front of this demon girl?

"Different sects, each with its own strengths, who is strong and who is weak, has never competed. ”

"Hahaha, I just want you to understand one thing. ”

"What's the matter?"

"I only used three moves to kill Master Tianning. ”

"It's up to you, anyone can blow the cowhide. ”

Huang Zhenhong didn't say much to the lonely prodigal son, sneered and slapped him, and the lonely prodigal son did not show weakness, and used his own mastery to open the tablet, and used ten successful forces, the two palms intersected, and each used internal strength to resist. The woman laughed and said, "That's all you can do?"

The lonely prodigal son was shocked, because when the master was fighting with all his internal strength to deal with the enemy, he relied on the breath of Tanzhong, if he spoke, the breath in his heart flowed, and the qi was unstable, and his strength would be greatly reduced. But observing the person in front of him, he could not only speak, but also breathe steadily, not much different from ordinary speaking. If she speaks like her at this time, her true qi will rush to the dantian, and she will definitely suffer internal injuries. There has long been a distinction between high and low martial arts, but it is difficult for the lonely prodigal son to ride a tiger, and it is very dangerous.

I saw Huang Zhenhong exert a little force, and the lonely prodigal son only felt that the qi and blood around him were surging, and the true qi was in chaos, and he continued to palm, and then the true qi could not be controlled, and he rushed to the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and he would definitely bleed to death from the seven orifices. The corners of the lonely prodigal son's mouth have gradually flowed blood, and he can't support it anymore, the expression on his face is very painful, he can't speak, he can't speak, and he is more aggrieved than a dumb person who eats coptis.

Huang Zhenhong suddenly withdrew his palm at this time, and the lonely prodigal son turned over and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the true qi around his body had been exhausted, and he was in a state of collapse at this time.

Huang Zhenhong didn't look at the lonely prodigal son on the ground, and said mockingly: "It seems that I think highly of you, not only is it the most useless, it can be said that it is the most pustular." The head of the Emei faction can also take my three palms, the lonely prodigal son of one of the three elders of Kongtong is so vulnerable, Wudang Yimei Daoist was killed, the new head Mo Tianya is a rice bucket, it is not worth wasting time, the head of the Kunlun faction He Zhuying has shown weakness, and now only the Huashan faction and Shaolin Temple are left, and it seems that the Central Plains martial arts is nothing more than that. Wait for me to defeat all the famous places in the Central Plains, and let you Han people take the martial arts of our Xianbei people as orthodoxy. ”

"You...... You enchantress ......"

Huang Zhenhong slapped in the air, and the lonely prodigal son died violently in an instant, and his angry eyes were forever fixed on his face.

In the early morning of this day, the fog was filled, and at a glance, it seemed as if he was in a sea of clouds, and Ling Huxi, the head of the Huashan faction, was still leading his disciples to practice swords as usual, and suddenly a figure came in front of the martial arts training clearing. Ling Huxi noticed that someone was coming, and immediately stopped practicing the sword, and walked forward, although it was very close, the fog was too thick, and Huang Zhenhong's white veil almost blended with the fog, it was extremely difficult to distinguish. Ling Hu Xi still noticed Huang Zhenhong's location at a glance, and wanted to say that he didn't know which master was coming, but as soon as he said it, he felt that this person's evil spirit was too heavy, and his murderous aura made people shudder, no less than the undefeated East in the mouth of the ancestor master. The greeting that made the fox come to his lips could not be said for a long time.

"You are the head of the Huashan faction, Ling Huxi?"

"Yes. ”

"Then let it be death. ”

Huang Zhenhong split through the thick fog with a palm, the Huashan faction is long in swordsmanship, short in palm, and unwilling to give up the strengths and take the weaknesses, it seems that Ling Hu Xi just took a small step back, but just avoided Huang Zhenhong's palm.

"Heroines are indiscriminate and white, and when they meet, they will fight each other with death, I don't know where the Huashan faction offended......"

"Less nonsense, let's make a move. ”

Ling Hu thought that this woman was too unreasonable, and the only way to do this was to restrain her first. Raise the three-foot long sword in her hand, since she is using the palm technique, then I will use the seventh type of the Dugu Nine Sword Sword Sword Technique. Whether it is a long fist or a short fight, a grappling point, or an eagle's claw, a tiger's claw, an iron sand palm, and all kinds of fists and feet, they will all be broken.

I saw Huang Zhenhong leap into the air, and disappeared in front of Ling Huxi's eyes under the cover of the thick fog. Ling Hu Xi held the long sword in his hand, closed his eyes and listened to all the movements around him. Suddenly, he felt a murderous aura above his head, his eyes opened instantly, and the long sword in his right hand immediately swept towards the top of his head. Huang Zhenhong in the air didn't expect her to know the direction, if he continued to hit with one palm, when the palm and sword collided, most of them would suffer a loss, and immediately changed their palms into claws, and the direction and strength of the attack remained the same. The finger swords intersected, and Ling Fox's long sword seemed to be sucked by a piece of dark iron, and he was shocked and hurriedly withdrew his long sword. However, a stream of true qi from the tip of the sword came with the sword, shaking the sword body "buzzing", so that when the fox saw this, he immediately gathered his qi in the dantian and gathered on the right palm.

Huang Zhenhong knew the name of this Dugu Nine Swords, when Dugu sought defeat and founded this Dugu Nine Swords to crack the world, at the age of forty, he couldn't find an opponent, and finally regretted burying the sword and retreating. That Dugu seeks defeat and cultivates both inside and outside, and is naturally invincible in the world. But seeing that this Ling Hu Xi is only quite accomplished in swordsmanship, and the foundation of internal force is too poor, he only uses two layers of skill to fight against his full strength, and suddenly realizes that if you want to break the Dugu Nine Swords, you must first break the sword in his hand.

Hearing a loud sound of the "bell", the long sword that Ling Hu Xi had carried for many years was broken at the waist, and Ling Hu Xi saw that the sword was broken, and hurriedly retreated, because there was no long sword in hand, he could not continue to use the broken palm style, the woman in front of him had profound internal strength, if she fought hard, she was most likely invincible.

At the same time as Ling Hu Xi retreated, Huang Zhenhong took advantage of the situation, and came around to Ling Hu Xi's back first, and raised a palm. Ling Huxi found Huang Zhenhong's figure, he didn't expect her body to be so fast, he was shocked, and his reaction was also fast, Fang Cai was retreating with all his strength, but he didn't expect her to wait for the rabbit, and she couldn't get around her palm power at this moment. Ling Hu Xi hurriedly turned around, palm-to-palm, and suddenly the blood around his body surged, and his face turned red in an instant.

Huang Zhenhong laughed: "Defeat." ”

Ling Hu Xi flew out like an arrow off the string, and the sound of the word "defeat" had not completely disappeared, and Ling Hu Xi was already three zhang away, spitting blood from his mouth.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Huashan faction immediately stepped forward to protect the master. Some of the remaining disciples rushed forward with their swords raised, and in a short time the clearing was full of corpses. The rest of the people saw that she was so powerful, and none of them dared to act rashly.

Ling Hu sat on the ground, and saw that she had a strange body, a ruthless shot, a beautiful and agile move, just like a dancing singer, once she was bewitched by it, she would die without a place to bury.

"Your martial arts are actually the way of the Xianbei clan in the north?"

"I didn't expect you to have some knowledge, your swordsmanship is good, but the cultivation of this inner family is too low, if he gets a good sword one day, and he has been practicing his internal skills for more than ten or twenty years, with this broken palm style, maybe he can take me a few more moves. ”

"What's your relationship with Kyaukyue?"

Huang Zhenhong heard the name Jiaoyue again, and was silent in his heart, it seems that this Jiaoyue really has some ability, every time he defeats these so-called Central Plains celebrities, they will recognize themselves as Jiaoyue.

"I don't know her. ”

"And what are you here for?"

"My purpose has been achieved. ”

Others don't understand, but Ling Hu is not stupid, he understands that this woman's purpose is to defeat him, and now her purpose has of course been achieved.

Ling Hu Xi stopped talking, and I don't know who asked: "There is a kind of name, the green mountains do not change, the green water flows for a long time, this hatred will one day find you." ”

Huang Zhenhong didn't care who was not afraid of death, but there were still some people who admired the person who spoke, no matter what, at least there are some people in this Huashan faction who are not afraid of death, unlike the Kunlun faction, after the head of the sect He Zhuying confessed, the disciples under the door did not dare to come out.

"Huang Zhenhong. ”

Huang Zhenhong left three words and floated away, leaving only Ling Huxi and a group of disciples of the Huashan Sect messy in the fog.