In Dongting Lake, above Jun Mountain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe white jade on Zhao Zhijing's body still has no stains, and the long sword on his waist still hangs on his body so naturally. The moonlight shone on him, and his face shone with a wisp of light. The white jade-like arm returned to the wide sleeves of the coat once again.

On this towering Xuanyuan platform, only three figures stood in it. But in the eyes of everyone, there was only that white voice, the elder of the Dirty Clothes Sect in the Beggar Gang, Lu Youjiao, and the Elder Liang of the Pure Clothes Sect, at this moment, they were as inconspicuous as the fireflies in front of Haoyue, as if even the disciples of the Beggar Gang had ignored the two of them in their hearts at this moment.

At this moment, Junshan became silent again, the huge sound like a thunderbolt on a sunny day had disappeared, and the Xuanyuan Platform that stood was already as if it was asleep, standing quietly on Junshan without the slightest sound.

Under the Xuanyuan platform, Elder Jian, who had already stood up at this time, looked at Zhao Zhijing, who was standing indifferently on the Xuanyuan platform, the violent atmosphere in his eyes was even stronger, his clean robe was full of dust under the moonlight, and there were traces of blood on the corners of his mouth, which looked particularly dazzling in this moonlight.

Elder Peng on the side resisted Zhao Zhijing's force like a heavy wave attack, and his figure also fell from the Xuanyuan Platform to the ground, at this time he was holding the bamboo cane in his hand with one hand, and there was still a trace of horror in his eyes, and the white figure on the Xuanyuan Platform was like a demon in the Nine Shadows in his eyes. His own cultivation was as weak as a small worm in front of him, and the slightest loss flooded in his heart.

Elder Jian, whose face was full of ruthlessness, immediately shouted, "Array!" The voice fell, and the figure of Elder Peng beside him flashed and stood on the Xuanyuan platform again. At this moment, even if Lu Youjiao had a trace of unbearable in his heart, Lu Youjiao, who regarded the reputation of the beggar gang as more important than his own life, also held the bamboo cane in his hand tightly, and his eyes fell directly on Zhao Zhijing's body.

The bright moon in the sky was abnormally bright, and the big stars hung high in the sky, like eyes constantly flashing, and the wisps of bright light fell on the Xuanyuan platform at this time with the moonlight. At this moment, Xuanyuan Tai became extraordinarily silent, and a huge aura had been emanating unconsciously, and even the flying insects that pounced on the fire became quiet at this moment, as if there was a pressure from the blood at this moment, pressing them to the ground, not daring to make a trace of noise.

On the Xuanyuan platform, the white robe on Zhao Zhijing's body was windless, and Zhao Zhijing, who was alone in the face of the four elders of the beggar gang at this moment, did not have the slightest nervousness. At this time, the four elders of the Beggar Gang did not have much pressure on him, and at this moment, Zhao Zhijing was still a little interested in his heart.

Zhao Zhijing, who was smiling, swept his eyes and swept the four people around him at this time, they were no longer isolated individuals, and with the flow of true qi on the four of them, the same aura continued to attract. Unconsciously, the four of them at this time were already connected in front of Zhao Zhijing's eyes.

The smile on Zhao Zhijing's face did not change at all, and the innate god who was sitting in the sea of knowledge suddenly opened his eyes at this moment. Suddenly, a scene that ordinary people couldn't see appeared in front of Zhao Zhijing's eyes, and he saw the four people surrounding him rising from the ground from their respective bodies, standing straight in this Xuanyuan platform.

The aura emanating from the pillars on these four people was strong and weak, and the strongest was naturally Lu Youjiao, the elder of the Dirty Clothes Sect. The weakest of the four was naturally Elder Liang, who didn't have the slightest word. If Zhao Zhijing at this time is only to break the formation, naturally this person is the best person to break the formation.

But what Zhao Zhijing wanted under the moonlight was not to escape from the alliance of the four by himself, but to tear apart the formation laid by the four elders of the beggar gang with his own strength, and to capture the four of them with one hand. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing, who was full of arrogance in his heart, had a bold idea in his heart, wanting to overwhelm the high-level beggars on this Jun Mountain with the help of only one person. In this river and lake, there is a legend that one person swept a gang.

Looking at Zhao Zhijing at this time, there was a slight smile on his face, without the slightest defense. Elder Jian, who was the leader of the four at this time, ignored the hint of apology in Lu You's heart, and his eyes were full of fierce light. The gaze that fell directly on Zhao Zhijing seemed to tear Zhao Zhijing apart, and he suddenly heard him shout: "Shoot!"

The words fell, and the figures of the four people became one at this moment. The bamboo cane in his hand suddenly smashed towards Zhao Zhijing at the same moment, and at this moment Zhao Zhijing had a smile on his face, and the arm stretched out from his sleeve suddenly pointed like a sword. The shadow of the stick that swept suddenly slashed slightly, and suddenly it was like a hot knife cutting butter, and the bamboo cane that was blocking in front of the sword finger was suddenly cut down by Zhao Zhijing.

But the four of them were already connected at this moment, although the sword finger had already cut off a bamboo cane, but the remaining three staff shadows came to Zhao Zhijing's side between the lightning and flint, as if they were going to smash on Zhao Zhijing's body in the next moment. But Zhao Zhijing's eyes still didn't have the slightest hint of horror, and his outstretched fingers suddenly bent.

It suddenly popped out between the electric flints and flints, and suddenly there was a boom. Another staff shadow was flicked away by Zhao Zhijing's finger. The fingers withdrew from the exaggerated sleeve of the coat, and suddenly rolled up, turning into a short stick made of cloth condensed. Zhao Zhijing's figure moved, and he had already smashed on the shadow of the staff.

Zhao Zhijing's toes lightly, Zhao Zhijing's figure had already risen from the ground, and a staff shadow swept from under Zhao Zhijing's body.

Zhao Zhijing, whose figure rose into the air, still did not change the slightest smile on his face, but his eyes looked at the four elders of the beggar gang who were standing under him at this time. Zhao Zhijing's white robe in the air suddenly swelled at this moment, and his figure was like a huge white peng, standing high in the air, feeling the wisps of breeze in the air.

The bright moon was in the sky, emitting a bright light, and the stars in the sky were constantly blinking, as if everything in the sky was looking at Zhao Zhijing in a white robe at this moment, feeling the god-like aura emanating from his body. At this moment, the four people standing on the Xuanyuan platform felt that Zhao Zhijing in the sky at this time was like an ancient sacred mountain, and the thick and domineering aura was like a heavenly dome pressing on the bodies of the four people. At this moment, the four people on the Xuanyuan platform couldn't help but hold the bamboo cane in their hands tightly, and only in this way did they feel the slightest comfort. (To be continued.) )