"Sew!"

And it's too late, it's too soon.

At the same time as the ancient burial disappeared, his figure appeared in front of Li Bai!

At this moment, time and space seemed to no longer exist in Fangyuan, and there were no rules for speed and time. The speed of the ancient burial almost ignores the concept of distance, and it is said that it is there. He twisted his right hand into a fist and slammed it down towards Li Bai's chest! Li Bai was not slow to react, and his staff moved sideways an inch to block in front of his fist. However, the power contained in the ancient burial punch is no longer comparable to the previous attack, and it is far beyond the power that the world can estimate. I saw a skinny punch hit the handle of the cane, and it didn't take much effort to directly knock Li Bai and the staff off the ground and fly into the sky!

"Huh!"

"Bang..."

At the moment when Li Bai was knocked away, the figure of the ancient burial disappeared in place again, and at the same time appeared behind Li Bai, who was flying upside down like an arrow from a string on the void!

But two punches in a moment, far from over.

The blood melted in a line and the air had not yet landed, and it didn't even take advantage of the wind.

Li Bai's body was violently rushed, and the ancient burial disappeared silently into the air again, appearing on the route where Li Bai was knocked away...

Head-on, another punch!

"Bang!"

"Poof..."

This scene is really like playing ball.

Hit here, hit there, kick flying, punch knock down.

And Li Bai is the ball that was beaten to the point of being helpless.

The old blood was still in his mouth, and the new blood spurted out sharply, and the withered fists continued to pound one after another, without gaps.

In just a hundred breaths of time, the gap between mortals and saints was played here, and it was vividly displayed.

When Li Bai attacked, he broke the speed with his sword, and ten thousand swords came out together, using all his strength to solve the trick, and finally fought for his life, but he only broke the ancient burial hemp robe and forced to take a step back. And now, the ancient burial counterattack, without the blessing of the air, without the spirit of war, with only a seemingly weak and unpopular flesh and blood body that is actually fierce and brave, he casually suppressed time and space into the invisible, beyond the restrictions of the rules of the avenue. A pair of thin fists seemed to contain infinite power, constantly jumping in the space without rules, and one punch could destroy Li Bai and knock him into vomiting blood and running. Even if Li Bai had the heart to struggle at this time, he was powerless to resist in the face of the power and speed of the ancient burial that was almost out of the law. Whenever he was hit hard by a punch and was about to clench his staff sword to launch a sword counterattack, the ancient burial would instantly appear behind him and punch him hard, instantly bombarding the sword momentum he had just gathered to collapse.

Late and fast, slow and urgent, at this time it is a bit redundant.

I want to be detailed, but the actual situation can't be depicted at all.

Because, at this time, the battle in the Heavenly Sword Dao was so fast that even ordinary King Realm cultivators could not see it clearly, let alone mortals who wanted to grope for traces. The shooting and movement of the ancient tomb were almost completed at the same time, and they were not within the law of time at all, and Li Bai's figure was also beaten in this bombardment without even a trace. The sound of the blow gradually subdued, and finally even the sound ceased. I only saw that the space was in a trance from time to time, and from time to time a blood mist bloomed out of thin air, disintegrating a cloud of rain and mist. Only then did I know where Li Bai was being destroyed.

"It's hard to understand. ”

"It has been more than 60 years since the ancient burial was sanctified, and it is almost at the peak of the sainthood, and the bloodline of the Wu Ancestor is even more domineering, and his body is comparable to that of a divine soldier. Although Li Bai is talented, after all, it is difficult to fit the Great Dao without obtaining the holy position, even if he can condense pure yang and true martial arts to the peak with the sword Dao, he is only comparable to an ordinary saint. Compared with the ancient burial, there is a big difference, and the disparity in strength is not something that talent can make up for. ”

Lu Fengxian did this back then. ”

"Back then, the ghost plot was behind Feng Xian. ”

“......”

In front of the Sanqing Stone Palace, half of the Taoists were extremely worried, and half of the Taoists were inexplicable, but none of the Taoists showed a little worry. In the whisper, it is more of a nostalgia and pity. Because, this is Zhenwu Mountain, the dojo of the Sword Sect in the world. Even Lu Fengxian has never really bargained here.

Looking at the light and shadow of Jianfeng flickering from afar, the red flowers bloom from time to time.

Several Taoists who were already dizzy with old eyes found fast stones and sat down one after another.

"The ghost plot is in Kyoto, Li Xiaohua is following, and the immortal has revealed the opportunity, and now the ancient burial is also coming. I am afraid that this storm in Kyoto is already inevitable. It's just that I don't know what Xuanji will do, after all, the palms and backs of her hands are full of meat, and this choice is really difficult for her. ”

"She's made her choice. ”

"Is there one?"

"Yes. ”

"It has been several months since the ancient burial entered the city, and the Jinluan Hall and the Tower of Babel must have received the news a long time ago, but they have not moved for a long time, so they have to wait for Xuanji to deal with it. And Li Bai made a move at this time, in the name of refining the sword through the ancient burial, but in fact, he wanted to tell the world that Zhenwu Mountain's position was always in Chang'an, Kyoto. Whoever dares to mess with Chang'an is the enemy of Zhenwu, and Zhenwu should swear to death. ”

As the speaker spoke, he couldn't help but scan the Heavenly Sword Dao that was miles away.

But seeing the drizzle above the sword, the frequency of blood flowers and rain and mist became more and more frequent.

The speaker's tone was three points heavier, and he said: "I think this ancient burial is probably just an introduction, and his arrival can't shake Xuanji's determination." I'm afraid that Fengxian will really return as promised, if he really returns one day, not only our Zhenwu Mountain, I'm afraid that even the entire Chang'an City will be earthquaked. ”

An old Taoist on the side was also worried: "Zhu Xian has revealed the opportunity, and the day of his return may not be far away." ”

"It's not far off, indeed. ”

A few zhang away, a white-haired old Taoist sitting under the steps of the Sanqing Stone Palace, took over the words with a dying breath, and said: "A few days ago, I watched the sky at night, the emperor star flickered bright and dark, Wenqu Xuanwu all had the sign of water reversal, and the seven kills of greedy wolves marched month by month, which is the image of the collapse of the country's fortunes. I'm afraid that in a few months, many evil stars will follow the trail and chase after each other in Chang'an..."

"Man and sword are one!"

"Peng!"

Before the old Taoist could finish speaking, there was a sudden loud shout in the distance between the Heavenly Sword Dao!

Immediately after, a wave of light blue qi exploded in vain from the middle of the Heavenly Sword Dao!

The pound of rainwater was pressed by the force, and it was hit from the inside to the surrounding mountains and forests, and it was scattered farther away directly to the Sanqing Stone Hall here. It drenched the old people in confusion. And in the distance, in the middle of the stone sword path, an embarrassed figure fell out of thin air from the center of the qi wave. Then, the space dozens of zhang away also trembled and shook for a while, and the figure of the ancient burial appeared.

"Dah. ”

The ancient burial was like a feather, floating lightly on the stone road, and although the clothes were messy and tattered, they were still calm.

His hands were clenched into fists, his eyes were scarlet with a hint of anger, and he looked calmly ahead.

Ahead, Li Bai at the other end of the sword path was diametrically opposed, his already sloppy robe was full of holes, and his clothes did not cover his body, revealing half of his arm that was red and lacerated in many places. His chin was stained with blood, and it slowly flowed and bloomed on the stone steps. But the pale face from blood loss has more determination than pain at this time. He held his sword tightly in his grip and stood up from the ground once more.

The eyes are staring, full of tenacity.

Looking at the ancient burial, Li Bai smiled with difficulty: "If you don't cultivate the way of heaven, you can also step on the sky, Uncle Shi's fist is really hard enough." ”

The ancient burial said: "Your body is not soft and the bones are not soft. ”

"But I can't withstand your fists, uncle. ”

"In time, you'll be able to come out of nowhere, and you don't need to dwell on that. ”

"Hehe..."

Li Bai shook his head with a noncommittal wry smile, and said with difficulty: "Uncle Shi said that he was joking, Firefly and Haoyue can't be compared. If it was in the past, the younger generation would have retreated after this beating, but today, the senior uncle came from thousands of miles away, and the younger generation dared to ask for advice again. ”

"Is it Zhenshanhe?"

"Nope. ”

(Here's a digression, I don't know why the popularity of seeking the Tao has suddenly plummeted recently, and even many readers who have been chasing books in the past have disappeared.) The author really didn't find the reason, and I don't know where the problem was written. Isn't it too procrastinating? Or is the content empty? Or have they already gone to see pirated copies? Let readers have become bored, looking at the daily popularity, a little extinguished mixed feelings, reluctant to give up, but every day it feels as if they are playing a single machine. If any readers can see this, I really hope that you can come to the 17K comment office to give Xiao Xuan some hope, subscribe for a small dime, or leave a comment gently, and then send two flowers that don't cost 1 penny, which are the motivation for Xiao Fu. Thanks... ）