The moonlight is like water, and the clear light shines, leaving a touch of silver white, which complements the atmosphere in the listening rain pavilion, and is indescribably weird. Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, everyone in the martial arts scene retreated a few feet in interest, and seemed unwilling to get involved in this dispute.

There was silence all around, only the sound of the wind entering the forest, rattling, the air seemed to condense, suffocating, and like a rainstorm was coming, and it was breathless.

"Do it!"

Zheng Tiandong gave an order, and the three masters of the Western Regions stepped on the wind and rushed forward, attacking the two old men in unison.

Although the burly man is eight feet long, his movements are light and agile, just look at him left and right, he is the first of the three to attack, a pair of huge meat fists with the momentum of the mountain roaring and rushing, about to smash the opponent into meat paste.

Seeing this, the old man in purple did not dodge or dodge, laughed strangely, pinched the fist mark with his right hand, and greeted it.

Under the blow, the burly man "rubbed" three steps back, the blood in his body boiled, and he almost fell, while the old man in purple did not move at all, still chattering and laughing.

Zheng Tiandong's face was uncertain, this punch, the burly man had clearly used eight points of strength, and his power pierced through the golden cracked stone, but he was shocked by the other party and regressed again and again, and the disparity in internal force can be seen, fortunately, the real wisdom of these three masters of the Western Regions lies in the fact that they have the same mind, and once they cooperate, the strength is another realm.

The old man in purple shook back the burly man with a punch, and when he was proud, a judge's pen attacked from behind, circling and dancing, like a dragon soaring into the sea, the momentum was monstrous, at the same moment, the monk shouted, the true qi soared, the monk's clothes fluttered, and two big gold pulls flew out of their hands, making a loud noise, and approaching. One of these two people attacked, and one person attacked, which was a tacit understanding. The purple-clothed old man snorted coldly, took a sharp breath of true qi, flipped his body, avoided Jin Ba, and then slapped his right hand violently on the ground, borrowed the force, jumped up, and kicked the judge's pen away with one kick, these actions were completed in one go, and they were completed in an instant.

"Old thief, look at the fist!"

As soon as the old man in purple stood still, the burly man picked up his fist mark again, and attacked it, although this big man was tall and very burly, but he was not stunned at all, and he knew that the opponent's internal force was above him under a punch, so he immediately changed his strategy, no longer regretted, but waved several fist prints in a row, and attacked the opponent in three ways, in order to disrupt the opponent's position. At the same time, the monk and another companion seemed to see the thoughts of the big man, and they also followed suit and attacked the old man.

Lin Yinyin watched intently from the side, secretly surprised in her heart, at the moment, these two sides can be described as first-class masters, and now they are both appearing in Hebei, will it be related to the battle of righteousness and demons?

While contemplating, he suddenly heard a long roar, the old man in purple stepped on the void, jumped up, flicked his palms, ten fingers like flying, and dissolved several fist marks of the big man in three or two strokes, and then, with a roar, the big hand was raised, and a palm wind struck out, like a shoal rapid, with the sound of "whirring", and suddenly shook the other two back. The old man in purple did not stop, the light in his eyes skyrocketed, and the killing opportunity suddenly appeared. moved with the figure, bullied forward, and was about to make up for a few palms and kill the three people.

The three masters of the Western Regions were injured by the internal strength of the old man in purple, the meridians were blocked, and they flew out upside down, and before they could breathe, they felt that the other party's overwhelming palm wind was coming, and their hearts were like ashes in an instant, at the moment of life and death, suddenly a flash of blue light, a sharp sword qi rose into the sky, intercepting the palm wind that followed, Zheng Tiandong didn't know when he came with Qing Ming in his hand, and blocked this fatal blow for the three of them.

The purple-clothed old man changed slightly, and he just struck out with his palm, almost killing the three masters of the Western Regions, but suddenly the alarm in his heart protruded, and he hurriedly closed his palm, and then a blue arc of light swept through, scattering the remaining strength of his palm, and he was shocked in his heart, if he was half a beat slower, he was afraid that his palms would be cut off by Qi Qi, and he was afraid for a while.

Frightened for a while, I saw Zheng Tiandong standing in front of him with a long sword in his hand, the long sword was two feet and two inches, one inch longer than the ordinary sword, the sword body was silver and white, gorgeous and dazzling, exuding a trace of cold air, and what was even more terrifying was that there seemed to be a powerful sword intent hidden in the long sword, which exceeded the sword maker himself, once it was activated, the sword qi was violent, like a mountain flood bursting the embankment, immeasurable.

"Is this the Qing Ying Sword?" Lin Yinyin was horrified in her heart, obviously she had already felt the sword intent of the "Qing Ming" storm, once it was activated, the consequences would be unimaginable, this was a fierce sword.

Zheng Tiandong didn't know the ferocity of this "Qing Ming", since the day he got it, the pavilion master told him that this was a fierce sword, and anyone who listened to the rain pavilion was not allowed to use it without authorization, because once it was used, if the skill was not enough, it was very likely that it would be eaten by the sword intent, and he would lose his mind, and selling the "Qing Ming" was not the ultimate goal, but just wanted to lure the snake out of the hole. However, the current situation is urgent, and the high martial arts of these two old men are rare, and they can't take care of so much in a hurry.

The purple-clothed old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and couldn't stop looking at the "Qingying" long sword in Zheng Tiandong's hand, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, and even the gray-clothed old man who had never made a move couldn't help but take a few more looks.

Zheng Tiandong urged the true qi, introduced the "Qing Ming" and wanted to use its edge to repel the two old men, clinker, just luck, it was instantly absorbed and disintegrated by it, and in a panic, he hurriedly guarded the dantian, wanting to contain the true qi. However, it was too late, as soon as the "Qing Ming" was urged by the true qi, the sword intent exploded, Zheng Tiandong's internal strength was not enough, not enough to restrain it, but was subject to it, and the internal force of the whole body was pulled into the sword body, like a mud cow entering the sea, and instantly disintegrated.

Suddenly, the "Qingming" long sword rattled, the sword qi soared, and for a while, the blue light scattered, gorgeous and dazzling, drowning Zheng Tiandong, Zheng Tiandong only felt that there was a blank in front of him, and slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, Zheng Tiandong opened his eyes suddenly, and the light in his eyes skyrocketed, and the momentum continued to rise, and it was a lot stronger than before. He lifted the "Qing Ming" and stabbed a sword diagonally, and the speed was extremely fast, attacking the old man in purple.

"Interesting!"

The old man in purple sneered, still slapped his palm, and stepped forward.

"Don't be careless!"

The old man in gray twisted his neck and drank, wanting to remind the old man in purple.

The old man in purple was stunned when he heard the sound, and when he found that it was too late, as soon as he approached, the sword momentum of the "Qing Ming" changed sharply, the sword qi rose again, and countless sword lights instantly engulfed the old man in purple, and the old man was caught off guard, and his body was pierced by sword qi in many places, and he was bloody, grinning in pain, and fell from the air.

This sudden variable made everyone tremble, and a swordsman like Rao Lin Yinyin also saw it in a cold sweat, this is the power of "Qing Ming"?

Zheng Tiandong struck a successful blow, did not stop, and still stabbed straight towards the old man in purple, "Qing Ming" seemed to taste the taste of blood and became more manic, the sword qi danced violently, bursting out, the soul was seized, and he wanted to tear the other party apart.

"Hmph!" A muffled snort, the gray-clothed old man flashed in, and ripped off the yellow cloth on the utensils in his right hand, revealing a jet-black long knife, under a closer look, the long knife is neither gold nor iron, the head of the knife is a crescent semi-arc, it seems to have no blade and no blade, heavy and abnormal, the back of the knife is flat and slightly wavy, and there is a golden long dragon connected to the interface of the gauntlet, which is vivid. The swords collided, making a loud noise, and the scorching air wave smashed the surrounding tables and chairs, Zheng Tiandong was swept by the air wave, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood arrows flew out, and he flew straight out.....