Xuanjing couldn't hold it anymore, his body shook, and the long sword stabbed towards the man like a dragon outside the sky, this move had no warning, it suddenly burst out, the internal force on the tip of the sword was condensed, and the wind was whistling, which was amazing.

A three-foot short iron rod suddenly appeared in the man's hand, and he slammed it in front of him, and said with a smile: "What a move, 'Mix the elements into one'." As soon as the iron rod and the long sword touched, sparks flew everywhere, Jin Ge resonated, and the unstoppable move of Xuanjing was dissolved by him as if he were understatement.

Xuanjing's heart froze, and he secretly thought: This person's internal strength is so strong, he can actually break my Quanzhen Sect's tricks, today's battle, I must not be impatient and rash, I must be strictly guarded, step by step, to lure him to show his flaws. "The sword moves have changed, and they have embarked on a long and rigorous road, which seems to be attacking but not attacking, fluttering their wings and flying, but they are virtual and real, and the sword moves are complicated, which makes people unpredictable for a while.

The man resisted casually, and he didn't even rush to attack, but his expression was quite relaxed, with a smile on his face, and he didn't seem to put Xuanjing in his eyes at all, he said: "Xuanjing Lao'er, you Quanzhen Sect have been put into the command of the Mongolian Tatars, and the little kung fu passed down by Wang Chongyang has long since died out, I was still counting on seeing the true meaning of the martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect, and the Zhenpai martial arts of Chongyang Palace. ”

He kept talking, the offensive in his hand was not slow at all, the short stick was mixed with amazing internal force, lightly picked and slowly returned, left and right, and launched an offensive from an unexpected place in Xuanjing, Xuanjing fought for a while, and became more and more inferior.

Xuanjing's face was distorted with anger, holding back his true qi, and he used all his strength to move the sword, but the opponent's martial arts were much higher than him, regardless of speed and energy, they had the upper hand, and the two fought more than 20 moves, Xuanjing was restrained everywhere, retreating again and again, eager to give birth to wings, and escape from this person's continuous offensive.

The man didn't chase after him, his face was full of smiles, and he seemed to be confident, and he could take action to restrain the mirror at any time, let alone take the people around him in his eyes.

Xuanjing retreated halfway, the inspiration moved, from a sharp retreat to a fierce rush, the long sword stabbed to the man's thigh, to the halfway, the sword move changed, and then to the man's chest, this move is called "Ferris Yunhai", looking at the sea and looking at the sky, aiming at the country, in an instant, shrouded the man's body five fatal points, to avoid him.

The man's blade shook, the short stick was wrapped in internal force, and he instantly broke through the sword shadow, only to hear a bang, right in the chest of the Xuanjing, his sternum suddenly shattered, wow, spurted out a mouthful of blood, rolled out on the ground, and got up in a hurry, the long sword danced, protecting the vital point in front of him.

The man opened his mouth wide, panting heavily, as if his strength was insufficient, he pointed to the Xuanjing long sword, and said: "Xuanjing Lao'er, your Quanzhen Sect's internal strength is poor, and the real power on the long sword is insufficient. ”

Everyone looked at it, and couldn't help but exclaim, only to see Xuanjing's long sword twisted into a ball, as if it was pressed by a thousand catties of boulders, this person's internal strength is so high, shocking the world, if you don't see it with your own eyes today, how can you think that there are such characters in this world?

Xuanjing was not depressed, seeing that he was out of breath, he said in his heart: "This person's internal strength is strong, but his energy is insufficient, I am afraid that his cultivation is still shallow, far less deep than my internal strength, I should win with internal strength, take advantage of his emptiness, and kill him in the palm of his hand with one move." ”

This thought flashed through his mind, he didn't have time to think about it, he roared, and the sea of qi exerted force, using the "golden flower does not fall into the palm", and the palm force was like an invisible blade towards the person's body.

The man laughed and sent out a palm force, and the two huge forces collided like the first confrontation, and instantly smashed the palm power of Xuanjing, Xuanjing was caught off guard, and could no longer dodge, his lower abdomen was palmed, his whole body shook heavily, he snorted, and his whole body was as soft as falling to the ground, and he couldn't move anymore.

Li Shuxiu shouted: "Stop!" pulled out the long sword and stabbed the back of the man's head, the man ignored it, and walked towards the Xuanjing, Li Shuxiu came close, and saw that he was about to succeed, and suddenly only heard two soft sounds behind him, she had only practiced the maggot and fly corpse sea sword not long ago, and she was sensitive to the sound of the wind, and reacted instantly, turned around, the long sword waved up and down, and the bell rang twice, and her wrist was shocked so weak that she almost dropped her blade.

She looked around, didn't see the shadow of the hidden weapon, thought about it for a while, was shocked in her heart, and said secretly: It seems to be an invisible finger power, and the martial arts of this person are also extremely high, and it seems that it is inseparable from the person in the Xiaoyao Palace.

A man in a Mongolian military uniform floated down, and when the county lord of Jiuhe saw it, he was furious in an instant, and said angrily: "Zamul!

The man chuckled, took off his helmet and mask, revealing a young and resolute face, and he said loudly: "The lord of Jiuhe, I am not a Mongolian Tartar, I will not change my name, I will not change my surname, my name is Zhou Hanhai, and he is a martial arts person in Taiyuan." ”

No one had heard of Zhou Hanhai's name, but this person's martial arts were ridiculously high, no worse than the man with a short stick.

The man didn't care about the situation behind him, he had already come to Xuanjing, squinting his eyes and looking down at Lao Dao. Xuanjing was dying, and even his breathing became intermittent and fragmented.

He sneered: "Do you think that my skills are not good enough and I can't use my palm power? I'm just showing a little weakness, and you fools of the Quanzhen Sect won't be fooled by the bite of the hook." ”

Everyone secretly thought: This person's martial arts are witty, and they are all far superior to Xuanjing, but it turns out that Xuanjing has no chance of winning at all.

He grabbed Xuanjing's collar, lifted him up, glared angrily at Xuanjing, with an extremely hateful look in his eyes, and shouted: "You Quanzhen Sect defected to the Mongolian Tartars, over the years, the dog has fought for the tiger, and has killed countless martial arts colleagues, and even forced everyone in my Xiaoyao Palace to go to their own places and go away to a foreign land. ”

He reached out with his left hand, pinched Xuanjing's wrist, and turned it slightly, only to hear the sound of Kala, Xuanjing's wrist suddenly twisted in a circle, Xuanjing screamed miserably, and his body twitched.

The county lord of Jiuhe had a blank face, and screamed loudly: "Let go of Master Xuanjing! He doesn't know anything, he is just a teacher who taught me martial arts in the palace." ”

The man grinned, his eyes were full of happiness, and said: "I have been here for seven years, every day I am lonely, frightened, and terrified, thinking of your Quanzhen Sect but happy and free, calling for wind and rain on the rivers and lakes, majestic face, the anger in my heart, that is really about to burn me to death!" He stretched his arm forward and slapped Xuanjing's legs like a gust of wind, Xuanjing wailed in pain, and his leg bones were immediately shattered.

The county lord of Jiuhe burst into tears and wanted to rush forward, but Li Linhong and Rapp stopped her, and Li Linhong said in a trembling voice: "This person's martial arts are superb, and all of us together are not his opponents, if you step forward, you will just be sent to death in a blink of an eye." ”

Zhou Hanhai shouted: "Senior Zhang, this old way has no power to resist, so don't torture him." ”

Xuanjing squeezed out a faint voice in his throat, as if he was quite frightened, he whispered: "Zhang Axe Mountain, you are the right envoy of the dark night of the Xiaoyao Palace, Zhang Axe Mountain?"

There was a sudden fierce light in the man's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Traitor lackey, don't say my name!" He raised his knees, and hit the Xuanjing Dantian, and the seven orifices of the Xuanjing flowed like blood in an instant, and he didn't even have the strength to shout.

The county lord of Jiuhe threw himself to the ground, screaming in his mouth, his face was full of tears and snot, and suddenly kowtowed desperately to Zhang Axeshan, Zhang Axe Mountain didn't even look at her, just stared at Xuanjing feverishly, and smiled from ear to ear, as if Xuanjing was the most evil person in the world, and the culprit of the devastation.

Li Shuxiu shook a sword at Zhou Hanhai, turned around and attacked Zhang Axe Mountain, Zhou Hanhai sighed, a palm from afar, and the palm power was like an arrow from the string to Li Shuxiu's vest, she had no choice but to dodge, Zhou Hanhai took advantage of the situation to take a few steps, and stopped in front of Zhang Axe Mountain in a blink of an eye.

He said: "Senior Zhang, listen to me, give that person a refreshing one." ”

Zhang Axe Mountain burst out laughing and said, "What a refreshing one! This land of China has been bullied by foreign races, when will the hard days come to an end? Who can give us a refreshing experience?" He threw the body of the Xuanjing into his hand, and the Xuanjing flew through the air like a kite, fell straight to the ground, moved his legs and feet a few times, his face was dull, his eyes were blank, and he swallowed his breath.

Jiuhe pounced on the county lord like crazy, hugged Xuanjing's corpse, and cried heartbreakingly.

Zhang Axe Mountain turned around, his eyes had returned to calm, and everyone couldn't help but take a few steps back one after another because of his divine skills. He glanced at Zhou Hanhai a few times and said, "Who are you? Why do you know my Xiaoyao Palace's palm fingering?"

Zhou Hanhai bowed respectfully and said, "The junior Zhou Hanhai, who has come thousands of miles away, sincerely invites the seniors to come out of the mountain and go to find the old ruins of the Xiaoyao Palace together. ”

Zhang Axe Mountain sighed and said, "Your surname is Zhou, who are you from Zhou Xingtian Zhou's brother?"

Zhou Hanhai showed a look of great reverence on his face, and he said: "I never had a chance to know what to call Senior Zhou, when I was still a baby, Senior Zhou sent it to my adoptive father's house. ”

Zhang Axe Mountain seemed to remember the past, his expression became gloomy, and he only heard muttering: "Zhou Xingtian, Zhou Xingtian, you are in the high position of the left envoy of the dark night, and your martial arts are invincible in the world, not only have you left me far behind, but even the sect leader is far from being your opponent." If you were bent on thinking about the Divine Sect, our Xiaoyao Palace would have dominated the martial arts long ago. But you are obsessed with ghosts, and you are bent on finding the martial arts of the demon god, in a vain attempt to awaken the demon god in that religion, but you have never seen anyone, and no one knows your whereabouts. Is this Zhou Hanhai the heir you left behind?"

Zhou Hanhai was excited, wanting to admit it, but he was a little confused.

Zhao Sheng asked the goshawk secretly, "What are these people talking about? What Zhou Xingtian, what demon god?"

The goshawk suddenly shouted loudly as if he was crazy: "Zhou Xingtian is a peerless master who stood alone in the world in the past, and he is also the left envoy of the night in the Xiaoyao Palace. I am afraid that these two people in front of me are also the people of Xiaoyao Palace, this Zhang Axe Mountain is the right envoy of the night of Xiaoyao Palace. And this Zhou Hanhai, looking at his martial arts path, I am afraid that he has a lot to do with Xiaoyao Palace. And the demon god they refer to is the Western Night Demon worshiped by the Xiaoyao Palace, which is called Xuanye. ”

Seeing the loud noise that he ignored, everyone couldn't help but be worried, and looked at the two demons, and found that the two of them looked as usual, not at all embarrassed, but Zhou Hanhai stared at the goshawk with interest.

Zhao Sheng asked again: "That Zhou Xingtian Zhou Daxia's martial arts are so powerful, why didn't he go to be the sect leader of the Xiaoyao Palace?

Before the goshawk could answer, Zhou Hanhai preemptively said: "Zhou Daxia sees through fame and fortune, and is extremely devout to the demon god, how can he covet the position of the sect leader? As he spoke, his eyes were red and swollen, and his voice choked.