Chapter 20: Sword Light Cold Deer

"Boom!"

The cold air is raging, Zhang Sanfeng's hair is clear, and the innate Gang Qi spreads all over the body to form a huge circular vacuum, which is both rigid and soft, and the palm power is soft, but it is like a seal, and the softness of taking water and the power of water are surging.

For a while, the deer stick guest grabbed Zhang Wuji, and the Xuanming Divine Palm was used to the extreme, but he still couldn't stop Zhang Sanfeng's palm strength, and he was embarrassed.

"Boom!"

The palms intersected, and a violent energy swept out, and the deer stick guest was shocked in one fell swoop, his mouth was overflowing with blood, his face turned pale, and he panted and glared at Zhang Sanfeng who was following closely, and was about to raise Zhang Wuji to threaten Zhang Sanfeng, when his face suddenly changed.

I saw Zhang Sanfeng suddenly speed up, and in a flash, he came out of his palm, and the congenital qi was wisps, immersed in silence, and quietly, Zhang Wuji suddenly flew towards Zhang Sanfeng.

Suddenly missed, the deer stick guest was caught off guard, but the credit in hand was destroyed by this old way, his heart was ashamed and angry, his face turned red, and he shouted: "Don't think!"

As he spoke, he picked up the Xuanming Divine Palm, and instead of entanglement with Zhang Sanfeng, he slapped Zhang Wuji.

"Not good!"

"Mowgli!"

"Bang!

"Hahaha, Zhang Sanfeng let you cultivate to a high level, Zhang Wuji was hit by my Xuanming Divine Palm, you just wait to collect his body!"

The figure flickered, Zhang Sanfeng caught Zhang Wuji, saw that his face was blue, his whole body trembled, his face was even more condensed with a layer of frost, his white eyebrows frowned, and a pure yang true qi was injected into his body, temporarily protecting his heart, half paid, and sighed lightly.

To the crowd around him: "Go, follow me into the house, and you can't delay your injuries." As he spoke, he walked into the house, and everyone hurriedly followed.

The back mountains, the mountains are stacked, all of them are turquoise, endless. On a hundred-year-old tree, Yang Guan sat on a thick branch, stunned.

In front of the Taihe Palace, Yang Guan was shocked by Zhang Sanfeng's state of mind cultivation, his expression was abrupt, and he came back to his senses after half a salary, and when he saw that everyone was leaving, he came to the back mountain after thinking about it.

I haven't seen Zhang Sanfeng exert all his strength, and suddenly use all his strength, even if he has a guess in his heart, Yang Guan is still shocked inexplicably, Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation is only in the late congenital stage, he guessed correctly, the aura of this world is thin, and there is no supreme cultivation method in a hundred years of life, Zhang Sanfeng relies on his supreme talent, and his cultivation has reached such a profound level, which is admirable.

What shocked him was that Zhang Sanfeng's state of mind cultivation had reached the second level of the Grandmaster, the realm of all laws returning to one, and his control over the true qi and body qi and blood had reached the point of perfection.

Even if he used the innate true qi, not the true yuan of the grandmaster master, his combat power was very terrifying, and ordinary grandmaster masters were afraid that they were not his opponents.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's strength, Yang Guan couldn't help but think of himself, his qualifications are not good, they are not bad, and they are at a mid-stream level, compared with Zhang Sanfeng, the gap is too big, not to mention, fortunately, he has a deep fortune, and he has the wonderful treasure of Qiankun Pearl, and his achievements in the future will not be comparable to Zhang Sanfeng.

But what if there is no Qiankun Pearl? Yang Guan was calm, and put away his mind of frivolous play after leaning on the sky and slaying the dragon, people, always have to rely on themselves, and foreign things are always foreign things.

Retracting his thoughts, Yang Guan waited quietly, he was waiting for the deer sticker, the Xuanming Divine Palm in the hands of the second elder of Xuan Ming was very greedy, in order to achieve the lofty ideal of collecting the world's martial arts, the deer sticker, you still hang up!

A relaxed smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, Zhang Sanfeng could reach the realm of the grandmaster with his supreme qualifications, and he could go through the supreme martial arts of countless worlds and achieve the realm of the grandmaster, different people, take different paths.

"Rustle!"

As soon as his ears moved, a strange movement came, Yang Guan's expression froze, he turned over, and quietly hid behind the trunk, waiting quietly.

A figure quickly came into view, and in a moment, it was under the Yangguan tree.

"Whew!"

The long sword pierced the air, like lightning suddenly, a chill in his heart, the face of the deer stick changed, and he burst out, "Who is it?" At the same time, his body shook, and he hurriedly retreated, raising his palm to meet the pursuing long sword.

"Dang, buzz!"

A huge force came, the long sword trembled sharply, the sword rounded, drew a semicircle, the huge force was dissipated, Yang Guan's pupils shrank, and he looked down on the deer sticker, I didn't expect that after a battle with Zhang Sanfeng, he still had such strength, in the end, his own cultivation was weak, and the sword light turned and drew straight out.

"It's you," stood up, saw him clearly, and said coldly: "Hmph, even you, a little rabbit cub, want to intercept me, hehe, is there no one in Wudang?

Glancing around, the deer sticker's eyes were full of vigilance.

"Hey, don't look at the old man, no one, huh? Your hands are bleeding, so fat, a little blood is nothing, hehe. Yang Guanbian teased but did not stop, the sword shadow was repeated, and in an instant, the cold light was cold.

Lu Zhuke was slapped by Zhang Sanfeng, he was seriously injured, and he was attacked and killed by Yang Guan, regardless of the injury, he ran his true qi, and the injury became more serious for a while.

Yang Guan chased after him, and Lu Zhuke complained bitterly in his heart, did not dare to slack off, suppressed the internal injury, and took Yang Guan's attack hard.

The sword body groaned lightly, feeling the power in it, Yang Guan's heart moved, the strength of the deer stick was weakening, and the internal injuries were afraid that he couldn't hold it down, so he didn't move, and the Liangyi swordsmanship was slowly displayed, which was a good target for sword practice.

The reality is uncertain, the light and shade change, the deer stick guest is trapped in the sword light, and he can't get out, but after all, the deer stick guest is a congenital master, rich experience, and profound cultivation, Yang Guan can't hurt him for a while.

The two were at a stalemate, Lu Zhuke was anxious, and the injury became more and more difficult to suppress, but Yang Guan's swordsmanship made him more and more proficient, and there were fewer weaknesses that could be exploited by him.

If it goes on like this, I am afraid that I will die today, and I am unwilling, so I still have the strength to find the right time, and I gritted my teeth and said fiercely: "Junior, if you want to kill me, be tender, give me death!"

"Boom!"

As he spoke, a cold and cold momentum suddenly appeared, and the deer stick guest didn't care about it, and he didn't care about the injury, the Xuanming True Qi all over his body surged out, and his palms swayed, and the cold True Qi and the air met to form an ice palm, and for a while, the ice palm shrouded Yang Guan.

"Oh no, this old man jumped off the wall in a hurry. His face changed slightly, and the swordsmanship of Liangyi changed, and a fierce sword momentum followed.

Fast, incomparably fast, the air seemed to have no resistance, the long sword in his hand seemed to have no weight, drawing out a series of sword shadows, in an instant, I don't know how many swords were stabbed, the air was full of residual sword shadows, and the dead leaves covered with frost all over the ground, and the shadow of the Xuan Bing palm was all broken.

"Boom!"

Kicking the ground, the body is galloping, the long sword is straight, the pure yang true qi is injected into the long sword, the cold light is shining, the killing opportunity is infinite, and the galloping Yang Guan stares at the deer sticker, with a cold face.

The tip of the sword glowing with cold light was reflected in the pupils, and it quickly became larger, and there was despair in my heart, and I had no strength left, and a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Yang Guan felt a chill in his heart, and a bad feeling emerged, his face changed, his body was stunned, he turned backwards, and the long sword turned to defend the back.

"Boom!

It was still a minute late, the long sword resisted, broke into several sections and shot in all directions, the remaining strength was not reduced, and it was imprinted on Yang Guan's chest, and the whole person was knocked away, and a cold true qi soaked into the body.

"Bang, poof!"

Landing on the ground, Yang Guan propped up his body, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body was in a mess, but he didn't show his face, blinked, looked at the person who came, and said suspiciously: "Hebi Weng?"

"Hmph, it's the old man!" Saying that, Hebi Weng turned his head, stepped forward to support the crumbling deer sticker, and said with concern: "Second brother, is there anything wrong?"

"Hmm!" the deer stick guest breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the crane pen Weng arrive.

"Two, talk slowly, the master will go!" While they were talking, Yang Guan temporarily suppressed the injury, his body moved, and he flew up the tree, saying.

"If the junior wants to escape, take my palm!" Hebi Weng shouted angrily, saying that the Xuanming True Qi surged, and a Xuanming Divine Palm struck out.

"Boom!"

Yang Guan's figure flashed, this palm hit the giant tree, the cold air spread, the trunk was frozen for a long time, did not stop, turned over and flew to the top of the tree, and galloped away.

"Old man, the master has made a note of the sneak attack on me!"

"Hmph!" missed a palm, and when he heard Yang Guan's words, Hebi Weng couldn't help but snort coldly, and was about to chase after him.

"Big brother is slow, Zhang Laodao is on the mountain. The deerstick hurriedly stopped him.

Hearing that Zhang Sanfeng was on the mountain, a trace of hesitation flashed in Hebi Weng's eyes.

"I was seriously injured by Zhang Sanfeng's palm, so I gave this thief a chance to enter. ”

"Let's go!" looked certain, and Hebi Weng helped the deer stick down the mountain.

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