The miracle that ringing the bell can summon a helping hand is impossible to appear at the top of this Huaixing Pavilion after all.

Until the long bell completely dissipated in the sky above Bianliang City, Zhao Wu'an didn't see Jiang Lian appear at the staircase of the terrace like a thousand shots.

It was Ouyang Zelai who seized the opportunity of his thousandth breath to ring the bell, and his figure quickly approached, and the Chinese holy pen in his hand pointed towards his acupoint.

How could Zhao Wu'an not know how powerful this one was. A master of the Creation Realm, that is already a realm with mysteries in every move, seemingly a simple stroke, it is very likely that he will break through the twenty-eight acupoints in his body in an instant, killing people in an instant

Ouyang Zelai smiled with a smile on his face, and said sharply: "Take this trick!"

What he was holding in his hand was obviously just a pen, but Zhao Wu'an really didn't dare to take it hard, and he fell backwards again and again, and his body almost stuck to the railing on the edge of the terrace.

The tip of the pen clinging to the front of him was as quiet as death, without a hint of trembling.

Everyone knows that behind this deathly silence is Ouyang Zelai's outrageously precise control of his own qi.

Ordinary people control the qi dispersed outside the body, and it is quite easy to condense it into a body, but Ouyang Zelai can condense all his skills on the pen, the pen shaft is heavy, and the pen tip is dispersed, just right to disperse on the entire pen, and not even a trace of it has ever leaked. It seems to be weak and unwinded, but in fact it is thunderous.

This is the pen of the first in the rivers and lakes throughout the ages!

It is rumored that the ghost handwriting saint also stole from his disciple to achieve a first-class realm. It is rumored that Ouyang Zelai has always been a good man who treats people with a smile, but Zhao Wuan really can't figure out why he would just make a move.

The pen force directly breaks through Zhao Wu'an's true qi of protecting the body!

"Dongliu!" shouted Zhao Wu'an.

The poppy flashed with cold light, cut through the long sleeves, and went up with the black pen like a dragon breaking through the clouds.

Zhao Wu'an stepped into thunder at the same time, and the soles of his feet suddenly became clouds, and he narrowly passed by Ouyang Zelai.

Ouyang Zelai sneered: "Carving insect skills." ”

In the originally silent mid-air, tens of thousands of fierce qi suddenly hung in the air, like a huge cage enveloping Ouyang Zelai.

Zhao Wu'an's eyes were shocked.

"Lock!" Ouyang Ze said, angry.

The cage opened its invisible huge mouth and swallowed Zhao Wu'an in one fell swoop, and the energy of the tide was like a sawtooth, tearing at his body.

Even if the sword intent was released, the illusory sword shadow that the poppy was holding up still looked vulnerable in front of this huge cage.

If you don't get out, you will definitely die. Zhao Wu'an gritted his teeth fiercely and handed over the penultimate flying sword in his hand.

"Break the love!"

Su Mushu flew out with a cold streamer, and the messy sword shadow flickered in an instant, pulling a long string of purple qi, cutting off all the black qi that stretched out in front of Zhao Wu'an.

Ouyang Zelai's gaze followed the purple qi closely, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, it's you." ”

"What do you mean?" Zhao Wu'an couldn't react.

Wen Shengbi turned a small half circle in his hand, and Ouyang Zelai held it tightly in his hand, with a hint of unhappiness in his eyebrows.

Raising his eyes again, the killing machine was like a tiger out of the gate, a wild dragon struggling to break the chain, and in an instant, Ouyang Zelai was dressed in a dark black robe, and the lonely figure stood in the center of the heavy black energy, and an awe-inspiring spirit rose in the center of his eyebrows.

It is said that put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground. Ouyang Zelai was paranoid with the pen in his hand, and suddenly became a killing god.

"You took something you shouldn't have taken. I'm not talented, but I'm good enough to teach you a lesson. This is a mistake you really shouldn't have made. ”

Although Ouyang Zelai's mouth did not move, his voice had already vibrated through the qi machine, and it was transmitted to Zhao Wu'an from afar. He took a step and walked towards Zhao Wu'an unhurriedly.

Every inch he entered, Ouyang Zelai's jet-black qi around him became ten times thicker, almost wanting to devour Zhao Wu'an.

His back was tightly pressed against the railing on the side of the terrace, and Zhao Wu'an's cold sweat soaked his whole body.

The top of Huaixing Pavilion is the place where the heavens are broken, so that the heavens should not be called the earth, in this place, how can you escape from the hands of a first-class master?

Lifting all his strength to resist the coercion from Ouyang Zelai's body, Zhao Wu'an gritted his teeth and asked, "Dare to ask the juniors what they shouldn't have taken, and what mistakes they should not have made?!"

Ouyang Zelai's dark pupils flashed slightly, and he said contemptuously: "Occupying the true dragon purple qi is a big mistake you made." Under this sky, there can only be one real dragon. ”

"What?" Zhao Wu'an was stunned.

At the top of the Huaixing Pavilion, the wind suddenly rose.

It was clearly the height of summer, but there was a biting chill in the oncoming wind.

Ouyang Zelai held the Wen Sheng pen in his hand, standing in the middle of the air engine storm that roared like the tide of the sea, his eyes were as bright as the stars of the night.

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth. ”

The long-abrupt tone of a chant slowly came out of the mouth of this unattractive man.

The roaring qi machine instantly surged forward, indiscriminately lifting Zhao Wu'an's long hair.

In one word, it breaks through the world and the heart.

Hard-wired this gas engine is tantamount to self-defeating.

Zhao Wu'an took a deep breath, and a resolute meaning rose in his eyes. He reached out and grabbed the railing and fell backwards.

Ouyang Zelai's eyes were fierce: "Hugh go!"

The pen suddenly turned into a wild dragon and chased after Zhao Wu'an's clothes fluttering.

Half a street away, there was a crowd of people at the Hundred Blades.

The swordsmen and the audience looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

It is said that the conference has started for more than half an hour, but Ouyang Zelai, who presided over it, has disappeared. And the sudden bell ring before attracted the attention of many bored people to the top of the Huaixing Pavilion.

At this time, many people saw a white robe, falling resolutely from the top of the Huaixing Pavilion.

"What's going on?" "Someone has fallen from the building?"

While most people were still in doubt, someone on the other side of the ring had already jumped up.

The black shadow was the power of thunder, and all the qi in a radius of half a mile flowed out, clustered at the feet of that person. He just stepped into the void, and his body was already like a falling phoenix, and he rushed towards the top of the Huaixing Pavilion.

Someone shouted sharply: "Hu Buxi!"

As soon as these words came out, half of the people at the Xiongdao Hundred Meeting were surprised.

debuted, he slashed the ghost hand book saint, slashed Du Wound Spring in southern Xinjiang, and fought Duan Hunting Heaven outside Bianliang City.

Long before participating in the Hundred Swords Meeting, Hu Buxi's name has been sung in this river and lake for a long time. And his performance in the conference in recent days has not disappointed any previous results.

The underground gambling in the market has already made him the winner with the lowest odds, followed by Han Kuo.

Hu Buxi suddenly got up and ran to Huaixing Pavilion at this time, no one would suspect anything, everyone thought that he was going to save the person who accidentally fell from the building.

But unexpectedly, Hu Buxi passed by the white-robed man, and without the slightest intention of staying, he rushed straight to the top of Huaixing Pavilion.

The moment you pass by.

Zhao Wu'an smiled bitterly: "Have you been able to soar into the air to such a height? Your realm progress has really exceeded my expectations at a rapid pace. ”

Hu Buxi laughed heartily: "If it weren't for that, how dare you say that in front of the boss, you can be a knife that can be driven freely!"

The white robe fell straight down, and the black shadow went straight into the sky.

"Let me meet you!" Hu Buxi yelled.

The Hu knife, which is half a section shorter than any ordinary knife, is held in Hu Buxi's hand, and a slash is half a mile upside down.

Mo Long, who was chasing Zhao Wu'an from the top of Huaixing Pavilion, was torn apart by Hu Buxi's knife, and the jet-black gas machine exploded, scattering into a messy wind, blowing his clothes.

Hu Buxi stepped on the green bricks and went backwards, as if he completely ignored the common sense of this world and went against the sky. However, in an instant, he had reached the top of the Huaixing Pavilion.

He stepped on the railing on the edge of the terrace and met Ouyang Zelai's eyes.

Of course, this is not the first time the two have met. The male sword will be three days, and they have long been familiar with each other.

Ouyang Zelai was a little surprised: "Sure enough, even you are among them?"

"Lord Ouyang, you can't say that. Hu Buxi was in front of the horizontal knife, and his words were leisurely, "Whenever the boss encounters trouble, I don't like it, and I will definitely block in front of him first." There's no reason why it's not in it, is it?"

Ouyang Zelai frowned, "Yes." ”

"If the adults are determined to fight me, the little broken beard knife will not be on the table. Hu Buxi flipped his wrist and replaced it with a scarlet short blade in his hand.

Ouyang Zelai said coldly: "At this time, there is no need to fight." ”

Hu Buxi laughed: "That's no fun." Please advise, Lord Ouyang!"

Pretty woman chop.

Wen Shengpen.

The two black shadows fought in one place in an instant.

Like a tide, the strength suddenly burst open on the top of the Huaixing Pavilion, the morning bell rang suddenly, and the twilight drums burst.

Hu Buxi laughed, and the laughter condensed into energy, stirring up half of Bianliang City.

"Ouyang Ze is here, let's look at my half-mile knife technique, splitting the heavens and the earth, breaking the sun and the moon, resting the stars, and breaking the mountains and rivers!"

The loud sound of Xi sounds, piercing the clouds and cracking stones.

Halfway across the street, the male sword Baihui, who originally intended to watch the swordsmen fight, were stunned and silent.

A strong wind struck, and the word "Xiong", which was written powerfully on the back of the paper, was smashed into countless pieces at once.

In the deep black wind, Ouyang Zelai stood like a peak stone, and his eyes were terrifying.

"Establish a life for the people. ”

The center of the pitch-black energy, a touch of pure white brilliance, blurred.

And Ouyang Zelai was also at this time, and suddenly rushed towards Hu Buxi. Even though the half-mile sword technique has subverted this half-mile, Ouyang Zelai is still like a straight sword, with a sharp edge.

Hu Buxi smiled: "Interesting!"

The beauty slashed out again, and the railings around Huaixing Pavilion suddenly collapsed, countless cracks appeared on the entire blue brick ground, and the chime in the corner was also swept up by the wind and fell into the air.

When Ouyang Zelai rushed in front of Hu Buxi, his body was already black and white, like a criss-crossing chessboard.

"Ink, Yi. Fusion of literature and martial arts, how can scholars have no edge. ”

It's quite rare, Hu Buxi actually boasted about him.

Then, it was a sharp blade, swinging it at Ouyang Zelai's head.

He didn't laugh anymore. Against others, the most precious knife, Hu Buxi is more serious than anyone else.

The respect for the fierce opponent is Hu Buxi's silence. What you want to say has been condensed in the knife, and if you can take it, you can afford it, and if you can't take it, it will be the rivers and lakes.

Life and death, nothing more than that. Hu Buxi didn't have much to say.

"For the sake of the saints, continue to learn. Ouyang Zelai responded.

Behind him, a spirit body nearly three feet tall suddenly floated, holding a judge's pen, and King Kong looked angry.

Half of the people in Bianliang City saw the judge.

It is not a god descending to earth, but a first-class master who has crossed the realm of gathering spirits, condensing his qi into a spirit, and encompassing all his own Dao essences, and the self that is engrossed.

That judge is Ouyang Zelai. Ouyang Zelai is the judge.

The judge's pen in the spirit body's hand was just a short piece of Wensheng pen in Ouyang Zelai's hand. The pen is short, but it is especially sharp.

"Come again!"

Hu Buxi looked like a mad demon, his eyes were about to split, and his hair was flying.

Ouyang Zelai's eyes were like burning, and the robes around him seemed to be condensed into calligraphy.

"For all eternity - open peace. ”