"Time is also fate, this is all the will of heaven!"

The face of this Tsing Yi Taoist life is strange, described as thin, a Taoist robe is draped on the body, the big sleeves flutter, but faintly see that there seem to be two breezes agitated, hearing Wang Chan standing in the courtyard and asking, he also suddenly sighed, and slowly stood up from the ground. [No pop-up novel network]

"I didn't know what was going on until now, no wonder Hong Tianjing asked me to stay in Baiyun Temple and wait for him, and suddenly found this person to talk to me about the Tao of the Occult Dao, but it turned out that it was all for your sake......!

The Taoist in Tsing Yi sighed inexhaustibly, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but be a little moist.

"Back then, my junior brother was born in poverty, and after he got the treasure of King Yue, he wanted to follow the example of the ancient generals and go down the mountain to serve the Ming Lord. How did you expect that as soon as you enter the red dust, you can't pull yourself out, but linger in it, unrepentant...... , how did you think that a hundred years later, you would eventually die under the sword. It's really providential, beyond the reach of manpower!"

"None of this has anything to do with me, I'm here to kill people today. ”

Wang Chan stood in the courtyard, his eyes staring at the Taoist, but he faintly explained his intention.

"If I kill someone, whoever stops me will die!"

"Hong Tianjing didn't let me kill anyone, so he died. If you come to stop me now, then fight me!"

"You are Wang Chan? Sure enough, even Hong Lao is not your opponent. The old man who spoke, his hair was gray, but his face was ruddy, his eyes were like owls, and his nose was like a hook.

At this time, when he saw Wang Chan talking to the Taoist beside him, his two eyes suddenly shot over, as sharp as a knife, and there was obviously hatred like an ocean.

"Are you Lin Zhendong?" Wang Chan glanced at him, but his face didn't feel strange at all. At this time, by the side of this Tsing Yi Taoist, the identity of this old man is naturally about to come out, so there is no need to guess.

"Yes, I am Lin Zhendong. I can't imagine that you have been forced to this point by a young man today? It's really interesting, interesting! Although I have known for a long time that Wang Chan is a powerful young man, but in the past, it was only hearsay, and I never had time to see it, but today I finally saw ......it with my own eyes. ”

The hatred in his eyes suddenly receded like a tide, Lin Zhendong could no longer see the slightest trace of horror on his face, and the tone of his words became unwavering, as if the person standing in front of him was not the enemy he hated to the bones, but like a conversation between the elders and the juniors.

"The spirit of the big man has also been cultivated through countless ups and downs, the higher the status, the more powerful the cultivation of the surname, to a certain extent, it is also the same as the people who practice boxing, and the kung fu of practicing spiritual temperament. Now that it has fallen to such a point, in front of me, it can still calm down, but it is also a character!"

When Wang Chan saw Lin Zhendong like this, he couldn't help but admire in his heart that this old man was calm, and he was really not an ordinary person.

And then again, Lin Zhendong has a lot of experience, in the end, he is also a powerful person in the world, although he is not familiar with martial arts, but he is also a character who has wandered over life and death for many years, and his grasp of the world and human feelings is subtle and meticulous, based on this alone, he has been telling himself that this young man standing in the courtyard is very dangerous, very scary, really terrifying.

Even he could see this, not to mention the Tsing Yi Dao people in the main hall. As early as when Wang Chan was entangled with Hong Tianjing for the last time outside the Baiyun Temple, he came to the rescue and fought hard with Wang Chan's big gun, but they were frightened in their hearts and returned in vain. Before arriving, when Wang Chan's people approached the outside of the main hall, his ears also heard something strange from the wind.

Wang Chan walked from the gate of Baiyun Temple to the back, and the places he walked along the way, whether it was the sound of breathing, the sound of footsteps, the frequency of the pulse, and even the beating of the heart, it was almost perfectly harmonious with the wind outside his body. To put it more clearly, that is, when Wang Chan came on this trip, he almost didn't touch the ground with his feet, and he walked in the wind, and any movement and change in his body naturally changed and transformed with the sound of the wind outside his body, and he always maintained a frequency.

And such a frequency, once it falls into the feeling of a master like Tsing Yi Daoren, it is like the ubiquitous wind outside the main hall, which seems to have an incomparably close connection with Wang Chan, and the person and the wind are one and the same, inseparable.

Facing Wang Chan is like facing the wind in nature alone, formless, traceless.

In other words, the arrival of Wang Chan at this time seems to be coming by the wind, the body rises with the wind, the wind moves with the people, and the wind in the entire Baiyun Temple is brought by Wang Chan.

This feeling is very subtle and subtle, and if it were not for the culmination of Taoist theory and practice of exercises, people with the same level of spiritual realm as Wang Chan would not be able to understand and feel it at all.

"The tiger roars and the wind rises, and the dragon rises and gives birth to the clouds!" The Taoist in Tsing Yi quietly looked at Wang Chan opposite: "You are not here to kill." With your supernatural powers, I can't imagine anyone else in this world who is worthy of your killing. You are simply exercising your state of mind in the red dust, sharpening your beliefs and martial arts with the word enmity and hatred, your ambition is not in others, but in yourself!"

Indeed, Wang Chan stood quietly outside the main hall at this time, and as soon as his body was still, the overwhelming wind in all directions immediately stopped, giving people the feeling that Wang Chan really seemed to be the king of beasts on a roaring hill, standing at the end of the mountain, looking down on all beings coldly.

All beings are like flesh and blood, all of which are food to be taken from his eyes.

"I'm indeed here to kill someone! But what you said is not wrong, only when this person behind you dies, my thoughts will be completely clear! That's right, it's him, Lin Zhendong, I'm here to kill him. ”

Wang Chan still stood quietly, with an indifferent expression on his face, and only lightly tapped the big gun in his hand on the ground in front of him.

The big gun snatched from Hong Tianjing's hand is made of extremely special material, although it is the wooden texture of dragon descending wood, but in terms of weight, it is much heavier than the large steel iron gun that Wang Chan originally called Zhou Lin customized, and the body of the gun is extremely long, very long! It is four or five meters long, and it is an authentic big gun used in ancient horse warfare.

Four or five meters long, a dragon descending wood with a chaotic forehead is heavier than the same volume of steel, which shows the weight of this big gun, and this can also be clearly seen from Wang Chan's gentle twisting of the gun body, pointing on the ground in front of him, and suddenly emitting a rumbling sound like a gold stone impact.

This big gun, the body of the gun is six dragon descending wood, the head of the gun is not unusual, the tip of the gun is sharp, the snow is as bright as a needle, the three-edged armor is broken, and there is a strange blood light faintly between the two blades, and the degree of sharpness and hardness is not under Wang Chan's two Taibai sword pills.

Otherwise, Hong Tianjing would not have dared to use this big gun to shake Wang Chan's flying sword before.

This big gun gives people the feeling that it is like an evil dragon that will wake up at any time, and there is a fierce aura that is exalted to the extreme, so that people can only look at the past, and they will deeply and involuntarily feel that they are like being on the battlefield of ancient times.

Thousands of troops and horses, rivers of blood, stumps and broken arms, blood and gas.

The general's horse stepped on the joint camp, one person, one gun and one horse, the head of the gun was everywhere, the blood was shining, the ghost cried and howled, and he died if he touched it, and he died when he touched it.

This was originally the treasure of Hongmen's ancestors, but in Wang Chan's hands, the temperament and surname were perfectly integrated together in an instant, as if it should have been so.

"It turns out that you have also practiced the method of soldiering, and you have practiced more deeply and thoroughly than Hong Tianjing, no wonder Lord Yue's big gun came into your hands, and he didn't resist at all!"

As soon as Wang Chan made a gesture, the person in the hall changed his expression and stared at him suddenly.

He was originally a peerless sword immortal who was not born in this world, inherited the inheritance of a sect, and was older than Hong Tianjing, and even when Hong Tianjing was studying art in Qingcheng, he also had a visit to King Yue's testament, so he was no stranger to the martial arts of the soldiers. Now that Wang Chan's big gun is just a little bit, he immediately found a little clue from the middle and saw the root of Wang Chan.

"Sure enough, it's the legendary Liquan Divine Spear!" Wang Chan stretched out his hand to stroke the gun and smiled, "I have heard that the Shushan Sword Sect in Emei, Qingcheng, inherits the real ancient sword immortal technique, the method of sword control, the god is like a god, it can refine the sword into qi, scattered in the invisible, and the sword is one all the time, I don't know if I will kill people today, Dao Chief, can you keep the one behind you, and the surname will not be lost?"

The way of the soldier, the superior attack, the inferior attack, Wang Chan stood in place, motionless, but between words, he had launched the most violent psychological offensive, exerting a strong pressure on the opponent's heart.

Since he entered the Baiyun Temple, there have been countless people along the way, imperceptibly, faintly creating momentum, before arriving at the main hall, standing still, although he only said three or five sentences quietly, but it is like the finishing touch, bringing the wind, integrating all the general trends before and after together, and now as soon as he speaks, he is aggressive, and the words are like a thousand catties.

"If you kill someone, no one can stop you, and if I don't want you to kill anyone, you can't kill anyone. In front of me, the only one who can kill is myself!"

The Taoist didn't move his body, the whole person stood in place, and his Taoist robe suddenly became windless, and he hunted: "Although you have cultivated the magic power of the soldier family, killed Hong Tianjing, and your realm is smart enough, but in the end, you are still a little bit behind." Did you know that you had just come in the wind, and I had already noticed it when you were a hundred paces away from here. Although your heartbeat, breathing, pulse, and even smell are all blended into the wind, there is still a wisp of Hong Tianjing's breath on the body of the Liquan Gun in your hand, so no matter how you hide your tracks, it is impossible to hide my spiritual sense. You are still a long way from the realm of true unity between heaven and man, and the realm of being one with nature. That's it, you still want to speak wild words in front of me?"

"Moreover, you don't really think that I am here to protect this person, right? Originally, whether you killed him or not had nothing to do with me, but now that Hong Tianjing has died at your hands, I will not ask you to kill this person. ”

The Taoist in Tsing Yi looked like lightning, and he was also a person who could speak well, and in the face of Wang Chan's language offensive, he actually fought back in a few words.

Up to now, the meaning of this Tsing Yi Taoist has been expressed very clearly, that is, Wang Chan will not be allowed to kill Lin Zhendong behind him! A master kills people, someone protects him, and no one protects him, that is definitely two different things, especially a master like Tsing Yi Dao Man is a hindrance, Wang Chan wants to kill people, he must be defeated or killed first.

When Wang Chan broke into the White Crane Hall of Gao Qiru and went to kill Lin Yuanfang, this was the situation in front of him. If he didn't kill the accomplice who blocked the way, he wouldn't be able to do it smoothly.

However, Wang Chan was not moved by this person's counterattack, but instead swords, you came and went, and launched a fierce counterattack.

The real masters compete, and everything is the focus. Wang Chan knew that the Shushan Sword Immortal in front of him was powerful, and he didn't dare to be careless at all, and he didn't kill anyone, so he used his words to gather momentum, accumulate qi, and wanted to find the best time to make a move.

It can be said that in these conversations, the two people are intrigued, arguing with each other, and the intensity of the secret struggle is no less than the hand-to-hand combat of real swords and guns.

"It's ridiculous! The world is so big, there has never been a person who can always integrate himself into the natural world throughout the ages! You say that I am not in good shape, and you are not the same! In this world, there is no way for the unity of heaven and man to last long. Wang Chan suddenly laughed, and immediately debunked the trap in the man's words.

Indeed, at all times, immerse yourself in your surroundings, adjust your heartbeat, breath, pulse, and even breath to the most perfect harmony, and become one with heaven and earth, regardless of each other. This state is simply impossible to achieve in this world, even if those immortals in ancient legends really exist, they can't do this.

It's like Wang Chan running long distances, with his strength and speed, he can theoretically run three or four thousand miles in a day, but in fact this is also impossible. Manpower is always endless, and it is impossible to always maintain a state.

And people's mental state and physical strength are the same, high-intensity excitement and excitement are time-limited, and it is impossible for anyone to survive in a state.

"You can really fight with me! I can't imagine that there can be a person like you in this world. Fighting you, any means other than force, all are inferior, and if you want to defeat you, you can only kill you. However, I'm sure that you will never be able to kill this person behind me, because I have already decided to sacrifice your head to Hong Tianjing!" After the Taoist in Tsing Yi finished saying the last three words "Hong Tianjing", he suddenly closed his mouth tightly, and the whole person actually closed his eyes in the main hall and became concentrated. I only saw the Taoist robe on his body, and there was a chaotic sound.

When he did this, he obviously didn't plan to talk to Wang Chan anymore.

(To be continued)