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The back waves of the rivers and lakes push the front waves, and a new generation replaces the old. Unconsciously, the name of "North Qiao Peak" is like thunder, and it gradually has the potential of leading the Central Plains martial arts.

It is a pity that the wheels of fate are rolling forward, driven by certain forces, tangible or invisible......

With a series of revelations such as the Apricot Forest Incident and the Yanmen Pass tragedy, Qiao Feng's bumpy second half of his life suddenly opened, and the beggars who were in full swing also plummeted.

On this day, the battle of Juxianzhuang was out of control!

Under Qiao Feng's vicious fight, he had a brutal attack, and suddenly he seemed to have turned into a fierce beast, and he grabbed a person with his right hand, and grabbed a person, it was Shan Zheng's second son, Shan Zhongshan, who snatched his single knife with his left hand, put his body with his right hand, and then slapped it down, Shan Zhongshan's heavenly spirit cover shattered, and he died.

The heroes shouted in unison, frightened and angry.

After Qiao Feng killed, he shot like a madman, flying with a single knife, his right hand flickered with a fist, and the steel knife in his left hand slashed horizontally, and the power was unstoppable, but he saw that the white wall was splashed with blood bit by bit, and many corpses fell in the hall, some with different heads, and some with broken limbs......

At this time, he no longer cared about showing mercy to the old beggars, and he had no time to distinguish the faces of his opponents. Elder Xi also died under his sword.

The heroes who came to the hero's banquet have killed people with their own hands nine times out of ten, and they have become famous in the martial arts, after all, they can't just rely on friendship and boasting. Even if he hasn't killed anyone, I've seen a lot of murder and arson. Such a thrilling battle at this moment is really something I have never seen in my life.

There is only one enemy, but he is like a mad tiger and a ghost, slashing and killing and slashing wildly. Many masters stepped forward to fight, and they were all killed by him with faster, fiercer, more ruthless, and more refined moves.

The heroes are not cowardly and afraid of death, but seeing that the enemy is crazy and no one can stop the martial arts, the flesh and blood in the hall are flying, the heads are rolling, and the ears are full of screams when they are dying, but more than half of them have the intention of fleeing, and they all want to leave as soon as possible, whether Qiao Feng is guilty or innocent, he doesn't want to care about this matter.

Although Qiao Feng has no scruples about fighting and killing, he does not need to concentrate on every move and style of the enemy's attack, and he also feels that he is vividly in his heart, and there is no omission.

The heavier the killing intent, the stronger the evil spirit, the more he feels like a fish in water, if there is divine help, the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, and the whole person is like a Shura Demon God born for war and bloodbathed!

Others only said that he was born with extraordinary talents, and he was really a genius in learning martial arts, and the martial arts of Master Xuanku and Wang Gang Master were already very high, but he was out of the blue, and he was far better than the two masters. Those who knew him well said that this kind of martial arts talent was really innate, and it could not be obtained by teaching and hard work.

He himself can't say why, he just feels that he will learn what tricks he will learn, and he will refine them after a while, and when he is facing the enemy, there will naturally be all kinds of ingenious changes.

But in addition to killing and fighting, he is only mediocre in reading, craftsmanship, etc., and he is no different from ordinary people.

He has rarely met opponents in his life, many strong enemies have deeper internal strength than him, and their tricks are more ingenious than him, but when it comes to fighting, he is always at the most critical juncture, and he is defeated by a move and a half, and he loses convincingly, knowing that he is invincible after all, and no one has ever gone to him to seek revenge and shame.

Only he has a hidden feeling, he has fallen into a terrible nightmare from time to time since he was a child, in that vast and dark world, only a hideous demon dragon ascends to the sky and enters the sea, soaring and changing, roaring and groaning, and every move carries an unimaginable huge spiritual power like a storm.

Every time he woke up from this nightmare, he wandered in a semi-comatose state for a period of time, his whole body was hot and cold, the visions in front of him were numerous, his whole body was flesh and bones, as if he was about to explode, and sweat flowed wildly.

And after that, his mental strength has increased by leaps and bounds!

But over time, he also felt that his power to control himself was like the same four horses, each of which wanted to run in a different direction, and if he lacked concentration, he would be overturned and killed!

Fortunately, he practiced Shaolin Mental Method with Master Xuanku since he was a child, and was influenced by Master Xuanku's Buddhism, and often had bright and compassionate thoughts, so that he could self-deny and stick to his heart.

Even so, many times, he couldn't help but have a terrifying and terrifying thought - was he the fierce demon dragon in his dreams?

This speculation made him shudder!

Perhaps out of inexplicable vigilance in his heart, he never told anyone this secret.

Until he was sixteen years old, he worshiped the beggar gang, once encountered an old beggar trouble, let him dress and wash, rub his shoulders and beat his back, he in the heart of love for the old, one by one, let him not expect that the old beggar before his death told him to love the world in this life, compassion for the common people, actually gave him a book of peerless heart - [Haoran Qiankun]!

This method of mind is a collection of Confucianism, Taoism, and Yijia, broad and profound, cultivating a sincere heart, and cultivating the spirit of Haoran, which can best strengthen the mind and restrain evil spirits.

Since then, he has been able not to be disturbed by the spiritual power of the demon dragon, and turn it into his own use, martial arts have entered the realm for thousands of miles, fighting with people more and more bravely, fearless, and becoming the "North Qiao Peak" of great wisdom and courage and great benevolence in the eyes of people in the rivers and lakes.

And after receiving the transmission of the [Twenty-Eight Palms of the Descending Dragon], a magical skill of both Confucianism and Taoism, he jumped into the dragon gate, and used it to delete the complicated and simplified, remove the chaff and retain the essence, and perfected the most suitable [Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon] for himself.

And with the Haoran righteousness of [Haoran Qiankun], the palm power is even more rigid and soft, and it is immeasurable!

Since then, his martial arts have become more and more successful, looking at the world rarely meet opponents, every time he fights with people, he is like incarnating gods and demons, unrivaled in vertical and horizontal, and free and unrestrained.

After fighting for a long time today, covered in blood, Juxianzhuang completely turned into a Shura field, and in a trance he had already realized that he was the demon dragon, and the demon dragon was him!

The endless true power in his body was so surging that it overflowed his body to form an inexplicable aura like a tornado, making him the embodiment of death and destruction, tirelessly harvesting all life around him.

I don't know how long it took, a concerned call of "Brother Qiao!" made him wake up like a dream, and he suddenly stood still, covered in a cold sweat......

In the blink of an eye, he already understood that just now he had lost his heart again, and the demonic nature of the demon dragon dominated his mind and body, turning into a demon god of destruction.

Although he is now sober, he has inevitably merged with the demon dragon and deepened one level, and one day, he will finally be inseparable from the demon dragon!

For a while, his mind was complicated, and he didn't know whether to be happy or worried......

......

The dead are gone!

Xiao Feng stood on the bridge, extremely sad and remorseful, raised his palm, slammed, and slapped on the stone railing, only to hit the stone chips.

He clapped his palms and slapped his palms, and suddenly there was a loud noise, and a stone railing fell into the river, and he wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry anything. A flash of lightning passed, and Azhu's face was clearly reflected. The affectionate concern still remained on the corners of her eyebrows and mouth.

Xiao Feng shouted: "Ah Zhu!" hugged her body and went straight to the wilderness.

The thunder roared, the rain poured down, and he ran up the mountain for a while, and then into the valley, and he didn't know where he was, and for some reason, all kinds of strange thoughts invaded his nerves, but there was only chaos in his mind, and it seemed to be a blank......

He just wanted to torture himself as much as possible, he just wanted to die immediately and accompany Azhu forever, so he hissed and ran wildly, but he didn't know that he was in line with the state of the heart when he died, and all his spirit was more and more boiling, sometimes roaring like a demon dragon, sometimes like a fierce ghost, and sometimes like a black cloud rolling......

Until he was inexplicably cold all over, his mouth and nose seemed to be blocked by the subject, and his breathing was completely gone, so he hugged Azhu and fell straight down.

Gradually, his whole body was cold and stiff, like a dead corpse, but all the essence and spirit seemed to be undergoing some kind of inexplicable transformation, and finally turned into a black hole, constantly devouring the essence of heaven and earth, replenishing the energy he consumed, and transforming his body more deeply.

The thunder gradually stopped, and the rain continued to fall. Dawn appeared in the east, and the sky slowly dawned.

Qiao Feng woke up unconsciously, but found that he had returned to the stone bridge at some point.

As if the heavens and the earth were first opened, countless strange visions began to rise and fall in his heart, and the violent passions and soft thoughts were entangled, but he forgot everything, and only remembered that he had killed Azhu.

also muttered: "I'll go to Duan Zhengchun, find Duan Zhengchun, and ask him to kill me and avenge his daughter." At that moment, he took a big step and ran towards the shore of Xiaojing Lake with Azhu in his arms.

But he didn't find that his skills were even more important, and he didn't find that although Azhu in his arms was still cold, he didn't show stiffness, and his face was pale when he was desperate, but he looked like a big living person who had fallen asleep in the past, and he had no breath at all.

At this time, if there is an outsider here, you must see that his eyes are bright and dark, bright and bright, dark and unpredictable, and it took a while to return to normal, but his eyes are very different from before, and he is faintly full of wisdom and almost magical brilliance between the ups and downs of the world.

In addition, his original heroic and majestic spirit, tall and martial figure, at this moment he is even more calm as a mountain, with a jade complexion, at first glance like a statue carved from crystal, with a beauty that surpasses all beings in the world.

The whole person is full of a kind of charm of a demon god, which makes people's hearts chill!

......

Shaolin Temple is full of heroes.

In front of everyone's eyes, Abbot Xuanci saw that Xiao Yuanshan was unrelenting and was determined to expose everything, and he had nothing to hide, so he immediately said in a deep voice: "Good, good! Xuzhu, come here!"

Xuzhu walked to the abbot and knelt down, Xuan Ci looked at him for a long time, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the top of his head, his face was full of tenderness and love, and said: "You have been in the temple for twenty-four years, and I never knew that you were my son!"

As soon as these words came out, the monks and heroes shouted in unison. The look of surprise, horror, contempt, anger, fear, and pity on the faces of each of them is indescribable. The abbot of Xuanci is highly respected, and everyone in the martial arts admires him, who would have thought that he would do such a bad thing?

After a long time, the chaos gradually stopped.

Xuan Ci spoke slowly, his voice was calm and calm, as usual: "Old Donor Xiao, you and Ling Lang have been separated for more than 30 years and have not seen each other, but you have long known that he has advanced in martial arts, gained fame, and become a first-class hero in the rivers and lakes, and I will comfort myself in my heart." I met my son ****, but I only said that he was taken captive for Qiangliang, and I didn't know whether he was alive or dead, but I was in suspense about it day and night. ”

When Xiao Feng heard this, there seemed to be some kind of magic that prompted his intelligence to take a sharp turn, and all kinds of insoluble mysteries in the past were enlightened once, and he blurted out in a ghostly way: "The abbot's words are wrong! Xiao Mou's various encounters for more than 30 years have been in the hands of the abbot, even Xiao Mou worshiped the world's largest gang, the beggar gang, and even became the leader of the beggar gang, seeing that the prestige of the beggar gang is in full swing, almost comparable to Shaolin, but Xiao Mou was suddenly exposed to his identity, and he was so tired that the momentum of the beggar gang plummeted...... The intriguing part of this may not be the abbot's calculation!"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the Shaolin monks and the beggars looked at each other, and the heroes were in an uproar again.

Xuan Ci's body trembled, as if he had been hit by the vital point, and he also knew that his reputation had been ruined at this moment, and it was useless to argue, so he had to try to divert his attention, and immediately raised his voice and said: "Murong Bo Murong Old Donor, that day, you faked the news, saying that the Khitan warriors were going to come to Shaolin Temple to seize the martial arts classics, resulting in all kinds of big mistakes, have you ever been guilty of Sihao?"

......

In the Pavilion of the Scriptures.

The old monk talked eloquently: "The seventy-two stunts of this temple, each of which can hurt people's vital points and take people's lives, is fierce and ruthless, and is a great effort to make peace with each stunt, and must have the corresponding compassionate Buddhism to resolve it."

This truth is not known to everyone in this temple, but after a person has practiced four or five stunts, his comprehension of Zen theory will naturally be hindered. In my Shaolin sect, it is called 'martial arts barrier', which is the same as the 'knowledge barrier' of other sects.

It is important to know that Buddhism is seeking to survive the world, and martial arts is in killing, and the two are contrary to each other and limit each other. Only the higher the Dharma, the more compassionate the thought, the more I can practice martial arts skills, but the monks who have cultivated to such a state disdain to learn more powerful killing methods. ”

Xiao Feng felt that this statement was very reasonable, and a voice suddenly said in the depths of his heart: Fart! Fart! The so-called "obstacle to martial arts" and "obstacle to knowledge and vision" are nothing more than the invisible obstacles between the method of doing things and the law of non-action......

In a trance, the old monk had "killed" Murong Bo.

I only heard the old monk say to Xiao Yuanshan again: "If Murong Shaoxia kills you, your son will inevitably kill Murong Shaoxia to avenge you, so resentment and revenge, when will it be over?

Xiao Feng was shocked, this old monk could not only kill Murong Bo with one palm, but also kill his father, and shouted: "Stop!" Both palms came out together, and slammed into the old monk's chest. He originally admired the old monk very much, but at this time, in order to save his father, he had to fight with all his might. The old monk stretched out his left palm and pushed Xiao Feng's palms to block it, but his right palm was still slapped on the top of Xiao Yuanshan's head.

Xiao Yuanshan didn't think to resist, seeing that the old monk's right palm was about to touch his head, the old monk suddenly shouted, and his right palm struck at Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng's palms were about to hold his left palm, and suddenly saw his right palm turn to attack him, and immediately pulled out his left palm to resist, and shouted at the same time: "Daddy, go, go!"

Unexpectedly, the old monk's right palm changed direction halfway, which was purely a false move, just to divert the power of one palm in Xiao Feng's palms to reduce the force that pushed towards him. As soon as Xiao Feng's left palm returned, the old monk's right palm immediately circled, and a soft sound of the wave hit the top door of Xiao Yuanshan.

At this moment, Xiao Feng's right palm had already hit, and with a bang, he hit the old monk in the chest hard, and the overwhelming internal strength spat out, knocking him upside down and flying out, and his body followed a few clicks in mid-air, breaking a few ribs, and knocking down several bookshelves.

The old monk didn't care at first, got up and smiled slightly, and said: "What a handsome kung fu! Eighteen palms of the dragon descend, sure enough, it is the first in the world." As soon as the word "one" was spoken, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Suddenly, his face changed, and he stared at Xiao Feng and said, "Lord Xiao's true yuan actually hides such a strange demonic energy?

Xiao Feng was stunned for a while, he didn't know why, so he was busy going over to support his father, but when he saw that his father's breathing stopped and his heart was no longer beating, he was already exhausted and died, and he was filled with grief for a while, and he had no idea.

However, a certain voice in the bottom of his heart was laughing evilly: Isn't it just a congenital fetus to heal injuries? The old monk pretended to be a ghost, didn't he just want to subdue Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, the two top masters, so that Shaolin, whose momentum had plummeted, would not know how to destroy the door?

Before Xiao Feng could react, the old monk said, "It's time, it's time to go!" grabbed the back collar of Xiao Yuanshan's corpse with his right hand, grabbed the back collar of Murong Bo's corpse with his left hand, took a big stride, and walked a few steps as if he was walking in a void, and suddenly his body was crooked, and he almost fell to the ground, and suddenly took another breath before stepping out of the window.

But he just held it up, and slapped Xiao Feng to displace his five organs, and at this moment, the demonic qi in his body has not been removed, and he almost sat on wax!

Xiao Feng: "......"

......

Outside the Yanmen Gate.

At the sound of hooves, the Liao army rode thousands of horses and marched north. The soldiers couldn't help but look back at Xiao Feng's corpse underground.

Only the sound of the sound was heard, and a group of wild geese crossed the heads of the army and flew over the Yanmen Pass.

The Liao army gradually drifted away, and the sound of hooves was faint, and it turned into a muffled thunder behind the mountain.

Xu Zhu, Duan Yu and others stood beside Xiao Feng's body, some crying loudly, and some crying silently.

At this moment, no one knows that Xiao Feng can no longer feel his body, he is like turning into tens of millions of particles, soaring upward, it is a feeling that is absolutely indescribable, he has never experienced it, and he doesn't know how long it has been, maybe it is just a moment, he found himself in a wonderful position, overlooking his body lying in Ah Zi's arms from a certain height, Xu Zhu, Duan Yu and others are listed one by one.

An enlightenment arose in the heart - he was dead!

Everything became extremely clear, the heavens and the earth lit up, and when he wanted to see his body clearly, Ah Zi was turning his body over, and he was a few feet away, seeing his lifeless pale face stained with blood, both familiar and very strange.

The scene blurred, strange sensations crept through the Civic, and other people or objects faded into backgrounds that didn't mean anything to him, and he didn't care what they were saying or doing. He vaguely remembered that he belonged to this blurring world before, and the only connection was the body lying on the edge of the cliff, and the other was the vast and ethereal spiritual will, and he seemed to have some things to do.

Then he felt himself expand into infinite space, the previous scene disappeared without a trace, there was no time limit, there was no physical constraint, everything was naturally transformed, he seemed to be released, the spirit finally reached the state of great freedom, he could no longer grasp who he was. Everything is yet to be re-understood and explored, to experience all the beginnings and ends again, and to understand everything in between.

The next moment he felt the countless stars, and the infinite distance beyond the stars, he felt that he was one with the army of heaven and earth, working together in a movement that did not know when it began and when it ended.

At this moment, he heard a call from an unreachable time and space: "If you don't wake up now, when will you stay?"

In a trance, the Tai Chi **** in the Yuan Shen reversed, the Su Hui of the past and present lives opened, and the long-sealed pieces of memories and various thoughts came to him......

"It turns out that I am the reincarnation of the evil spirit primordial god!"

Although the core origin inherits most of the memories of the Yang God deity, there is no real personality wisdom, only to support the fetus with the law of the demon, and a natural harmony of the righteous path of the Yuan Shen for life and death Yin and Yang, and in the resonance again and again, life and death wandering in the complete Tai Chi, can have a complete personality, become an independent existence, to a perfect Yuan Shen Dharma body, the Demon Dao God!

Ah Zi hugged Xiao Feng's body and shouted softly: "Brother-in-law, we don't owe anything to others anymore." In the past, I shot you with a poisonous needle to want you to be with me forever, and today I have finally fulfilled my wish. Saying that, hugging Xiao Feng, just take a step.

Qunhao saw the blood flowing out of her eyes, sweeping over her snow-white face, and everyone was terrified, and when they saw her coming, they all let go of the startled steps, only to see her walking straight forward, gradually approaching the deep valley on the side of the mountain.

The crowd shouted, "Stop, stop!

Duan Yu hurried after him and shouted, "Little sister, you ......"

But Ah Zi rushed straight forward, and suddenly stepped into the air, and fell into the deep valley.

The clouds are sealed and the fog is locked, and the mountain wind is howling.

Xiao Feng opened his eyes suddenly, and an indescribable evil essence bloomed, and the two severed arrows inserted in his chest popped out, and the wound healed in the blink of an eye.

In the next moment, he grabbed a boulder protruding from the cliff wall like lightning, his five fingers were like steel claws, deep into the stone, and the other hand held Ah Zi in turn.

The falling came to an abrupt end, and the two of them hung steadily on the cliff.

Ah Zi, who had no beads in his eyes, was waiting to die, but when something suddenly happened, he couldn't help but exclaim.

Xiao Feng looked at her elf-like and charming face, and sighed secretly: This is the face of an angel and the heart of a devil!

Orta, who accepted the message of the deity, sensed the spiritual fluctuations of Azhu thousands of miles away, and said with a wicked smile: "Sister**sister**flower...... I love it!"

Zi: "......"

Xiao Feng thought about it again: It's a pity that those beautiful mothers-in-law have too poor internal skills, and they all died under Murong Fu's sword...... It's all because the deity didn't wake me up earlier, and I had to wait until I self-destructed, died and reborn, and broke the cycle of reincarnation...... I don't have a chance to save the beauty heroically!

However, since this is my world, why not build a big crystal palace and collect a lot? For example, the Plum Sword, Blue Sword, Bamboo Sword, and Chrysanthemum Sword in the Vulture Palace are all different and interesting, and they must not be allowed to arch ......

It's a pity that this predecessor has been dry for more than 30 years, and it has never been watered, not to mention, and it almost died as a virgin man, which is really a big sin!

Before it's too late, you must make up for it!

I can only be sorry for the second brother and the third brother...... In order to eliminate the flames of war and live and work in peace and contentment, I can only reluctantly and secretly control the Great Song Dynasty, Daliao, Dali, and Western Xia Kingdoms, and be a 'Night Emperor'!

......

A few months later, a black rainbow invisible to the naked eye rose from the Great Song Imperial Palace and went straight into the sea of clouds, "No. 1 in the world, [King Kong is not bad divine skill], [A Nose Road Three Blades]...... This Demon Venerable is here!"

Disappeared in the fluctuation of divine thoughts. (To be continued.) )