On the top of the mountain, a breeze blew, Zhao Zhijing stood on a raised mountain rock in a white robe, and the monk's robe opposite him kept swaying in the breeze. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThese two people don't have any trace of sharpness, and some are just a kind of nature that blends into heaven and earth.

A ray of sunlight from the sky shone through, and Zhao Zhijing held the hilt of the Purple Emperor Sword with one hand, and the sword body like purple jade was drawn inch by inch from the quaint scabbard, without the cold light of the long sword, and there was only one kind of warmth like a warm jade. "Ding!" A clear voice was heard, and the more than three-foot-long Purple Emperor Sword scabbard was withdrawn. Zhao Zhijing's hand holding the scabbard flicked it slightly, and the scabbard flew out of his hand and landed on a mountain stone, and the scabbard without a trace of sharpness actually fell into the mountain stone at this moment, but there was no trace of damage.

The Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand was erected, and the tip of the purple jade-like sword pointed straight at the sky, and the two slender fingers like a sharp sword slowly brushed the sword body of the Purple Emperor Sword.

When his finger brushed the long sword, a sword flower appeared in the air, and the long sword pointed diagonally at the earth, Zhao Zhijing's warm eyes looked at a light with a compassionate look on his face and said, "Master, please forgive the younger generation for the sin of disrespect." When the words fell, the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand had already been raised to his chest, and he saw a warm purple light, which quickly came out and pointed directly at the chest of a lamp. This sword casually did not have a trace of killing intent, and felt a different kind of warmth, but the lamp standing on the top of the mountain did not dare to be careless at all.

The yellow monk's robe suddenly bulged at this moment, and the wide sleeves swept in under the infusion of true qi, like a dark yellow canopy. The Purple Emperor Sword collided with the wide sleeves in the air, and Zhao Zhijing felt that the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand seemed to have fallen into a deep quagmire, and a force was wrapped around the long sword, and this small power was like a thin silk, but it was also a huge power when condensed together.

Feeling this suction, Zhao Zhijing's face showed a hint of an interesting smile, the Purple Emperor Sword in his palm trembled slightly, and a true qi containing huge power rushed into the long sword, and one by one the sharp sword qi cut on this tiny silk. "Ding ding!" The filaments were broken one by one, and the Purple Emperor Sword was like a butterfly breaking free from a spider's web, exuding its own brilliance at this moment.

"Bang bang!" The sharp Purple Emperor Sword was like a slender jade pillar, whipping in the air, the large yellow monk's robe, under the infusion of true qi, was like a canopy, and the soft cloth turned into a shield like fine iron in the infusion of true qi. The intersection of the two was like a huge long stick, whipping against the shield made of fine iron.

The long sword stabbed out, and a shining star condensed on the sharp tip of the sword. Facing this small, but star-like pressure, Yideng suddenly felt that the air around him became denser, and the force from the air squeezed him, and even breathing became difficult.

But there was no trace of horror on Yideng's face, but a smile on his compassionate face, a smile of joy. From the wide sleeves, a slender finger was exposed, his eyebrows were already silver-white, and his face was already wrinkled, but that slender finger, weak and warm, was like a baby's finger, and a huge vitality emanated from his finger.

This is the time of day, when the sun shines brightest, and it is also the time of day when the sun emits the most heat. Streams of heat emanating from the sun fill the world. That finger pointed out, a tiny red sun condensed at the fingertips, and the sun that radiated brilliance in the sky echoed with the round of red sun at the fingertips at this moment, and a heat belonging to the sun suddenly emanated.

The tip of the purple jade-like sword and the baby-like fingers met in the air, if ordinary people saw it at this moment, they would definitely not be able to help but sigh in their hearts, how could this warm finger block this sharp long sword, and when they sighed in their hearts, they couldn't help but close their eyes, and they couldn't bear to see the tragedy happening.

"Ding!" But the truth is always beyond people's expectations, the two met in the air, and everything in the world seemed to stop, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing, and the flesh-colored fingers, exuding a luminous light, were as hard and firm as fine iron.

The sound came out, and a wave of qi swayed out in the air, and the small trees standing on the top of the mountain kept shaking, and the leaves fell from the branches, and the verdant grass also swayed slowly. The two figures, one white and one yellow, were pulled back by a force, the robes of the two kept swinging, the figures flickered, and the two were already far apart.

The index finger of Yilan's right hand was erected in front of his chest, and a stream of heat emanated from his fingers, and at this moment, the light of the sun shone on his index finger, like a wisp of light smoke rising from his fingers. A lamp of mercy for a year, with a smile on his face, a finger slowly pointed out, an invisible finger energy, emanating from the finger, although the eyes could not see, but the hairs around Zhao Zhijing's body stood up at this moment, and a scorching heat hit from the void.

The figure of Zhao Zhijing, who was holding a sword, flashed, like a huge white peng, taking advantage of the breeze on the top of the mountain, soaring into the sky. Zhao Zhijing, who avoided his fingers, looked back and saw that a small tree that he had swept had been cut off, and even a finger hole a foot deep was revealed on the mountain rock behind the small tree. The fallen leaves next to the finger holes turned yellow at this time, and they still emitted a burning smell.

Zhao Zhijing sighed in his heart, if he hadn't seen the opportunity to avoid it, if he was hit by this finger, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die. This yang finger is the Dali Duan family's peerless learning, only the Duan family and the monks of Tianlong Temple who are the royal family can practice this yang finger, Dali Duan is famous for a yang finger magic skill. Worship the six veins of the treasure scriptures, set up the Tianlong Buddhist Temple, with hundreds of years of prestige, and Songshan Shaolin, Zhongnan Quanzhen Division.

After dynastic changes, the Duan clan gradually declined. Martial arts has also gradually become a single trend, and in the huge land of Tiannan, only one lamp is still praised by the people in the rivers and lakes, which is not a level compared to Shaolin and Quanzhenjiao.

One yang refers to a total of nine grades, and the highest is the realm of one grade. The One Yang Finger of the Four Rank Realm is the basic kung fu for learning the Six-Vein Divine Sword, and the One Yang Finger is also the entry kung fu of the highest martial arts six-vein divine sword in the first line of the Duan clan in Dali. It's just that at this time, there is no trace of the six-vein divine sword, and it is also a kind of sadness of martial arts inheritance. (To be continued.) )