The hand placed on Zuo Lengchan's chest was as crystal clear as ice jade, shrouded in a layer of white cold mist, and looked mysterious and extraordinary. At this time, the palm of his hand was facing outward, slowly pushing out in the direction of Xu Zifan.
boom!
The entire hall began to shake at this moment. The pillars and beams in the hall were shaking and rumbling, and the dust on them was falling.
The palm has not been struck yet, but it is just pushing forward. At this time, the surrounding strange phenomena have been revealed. Not only the hall is shaking, but the temperature in the entire hall has dropped again. From the outside, the entire hall building is covered with
There is a layer of white frost and white mist rising.
At this moment, the heroes were shocked and fled from the hall one after another, retreating outside, but they still gathered in a circle and paid attention to the situation in the hall.
Now the hall is like an ice hell, the air is trembling, as if the Ice and Snow Lord is about to come, the momentum is amazing, disturbing, and makes people feel very depressed.
"Hiss...it's so cold!"
Liu Jing, Qu Feiyan and Tian Boguang felt as if they were in a harsh winter at this moment. The breath they exhaled instantly turned into white cold mist. They were shivering all over and stood there shivering.
At this time, they looked in the trembling direction to the left, with fear flashing in their eyes. Then they looked at the figure wrapped in purple mist standing in front of them, and their hearts gradually calmed down.
At this moment, Mu Gaofeng gradually placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, a strange red light flashed in his eyes, and the aura around him was extremely strange, giving people an eerie feeling.
boom!
The purple mist surged, and the purple mist around Xu Zifan was flowing, expanding, and spreading out, actually covering Liu Jing and Qu Feiyan behind his body.
At this moment, Qu Feiyan and Liu Jing only felt a warm breath surrounding them. Their whole bodies gradually warmed up and no longer felt cold.
Zuo Lengchan's Ice Qi was reaching the limit at this moment. All the energy in his body was rushing towards the palm that was as clear as ice jade. There was a white mist shrouding it, and it was slowly pushed out at a very slow speed. During this process
In the middle, there was the power of frost condensing, and it was extremely cold, and the frost was biting, causing the temperature in the entire hall to drop rapidly. At this moment, sweat was oozing out of Zuo Lengchan's forehead, but it quickly turned into ice slag.
After pushing out half a foot, Zuo Lengchan seemed to have reached a limit, his face turned pale, but there was a sense of pride and joy on his face.
Then he suddenly looked at Xu Zifan, his eyes were like knives, extremely sharp, and extremely cold. The air seemed to freeze at this moment. Then, he slowly opened his mouth and shouted word by word: "Cold... ice
...God...Palm!" The voice was cold, domineering, and full of ruthless and cold-blooded feeling.
At this time, outside the main hall, a group of monks headed by three old monks had arrived. The heroes looked at each other, but they saw that the energy of the three leaders was as deep as the sea, and it was unfathomable. After a look, they did a little
By induction, you will know that he is a peerless master, not inferior to Zuo Lengchan.
Look at the remaining eighteen people, each of them is tall and strong, far beyond ordinary people. Their bronze skin shines with a metallic luster in the sun. They are as majestic and solemn as a golden Arhat, with majestic blood and masculinity.
Blazing, if you stand alone, your skills will never be inferior to any of them.
Looking at the arrival of such a group of people, even though the heroes present are all top-notch masters and are well-known figures in the world, they can't help but feel excited at this moment.
"Is that an eminent monk from Shaolin Temple?" Someone recognized him and said.
"Is that the Crazy Knife Evil Monk?" Someone's eyes flickered with deep jealousy and fear. He looked at the one among the three old monks with scars on his face who was holding the knife, and then spoke to
The friend next to him whispered: "No one remembers the real name of the evil monk with crazy swords. It is said that thirty years ago, he was a famous underworld lord in the martial arts world. His sword skills were pure, and he could use the crazy swords with one hand.
He was truly tyrannical and invincible, and his momentum was astonishing. Later, because of his many evil deeds, he was captured by the Shaolin Abbot at the time and imprisoned in the Shaolin Temple. In the blink of an eye, ten years passed. When he walked around again, he had converted to Buddhism and became a monk. At that time
Although he no longer does evil, his evil nature has not changed, so people in the world gave him the title of 'Crazy Sword Evil Monk'."
"When I was a child, I also heard my master talk about his deeds. According to rumors, he passed away fifteen years ago. I didn't expect that he would reappear in the world today and be encountered by us. The rumors in the world cannot be believed." Someone showed up.
With a look of reminiscence, he spoke.
"That's... the Dragon Claw Divine Monk?" Another person looked at the skinny old monk and said uncertainly.
"Yes, that is the Dragon Claw Divine Monk." Someone replied affirmatively: "It is said that his Dragon Claw Hands have been trained to a level that is unprecedented and unprecedented. When he first came out of the world, his Dragon Claw Hands were extremely exquisite.
He was so powerful that he killed seven top masters of the Demon Cult in a row. He became famous and shocked the world. However, he disappeared from the world like a flash in the pan, and was gradually forgotten by people in the martial arts world. Today, he appeared again, and his intention was unknown.
for what?"
"The leader is...Master Yuankong?" At this time, someone among the heroes exclaimed, unable to believe his eyes.
"What? Is that Shaolin's number one master Yuankong forty years ago?" The heroes were excited at this moment. Different from "Crazy Sword Evil Monk" and "Dragon Claw Monk", because Yuankong was too famous, forty years ago,
He is already a peerless master, his martial arts skills are unfathomable, and he is powerful in the martial arts world.
Many of the people present grew up hearing his legend.
"According to legend, Master Yuankong was compassionate, profound in Buddhism, and his martial arts skills were unparalleled in ancient times and today, and he had reached the state of combining Zen and martial arts."
"Are those the world-famous Eighteen Arhats from Shaolin?" someone asked again, looking puzzled.
"To be precise, these people are indeed the Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin, but they are from the previous generation." Someone looked solemn, with a deep fear in his eyes.
Shaolin is revered as the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world, and there is a reason for it. Although the sect has experienced prosperity and decline for hundreds of years since its establishment, its inheritance has never been interrupted. Today, it is still the strongest force in the martial arts world.
First, there is a saying that the world's martial arts originated from Shaolin.
In Shaolin, there is a legend that the Eighteen Arhat Bronze Man Formation is the gatekeeper god of Shaolin, and its name is known to everyone in the martial arts world.
The Eighteen Arhats Bronze Man Formation, as the name suggests, is composed of eighteen Shaolin masters, each of whom is a master among masters, with a bronze body and an iron brain, and is indestructible.
Eighteen people are composed according to a unique formation, and their power is doubled. Even if they are the best masters in the world, they will not be able to do well under the hands of the eighteen people. There is also a saying that anyone who can break the "Eighteen Bronze Man Formation" will be defeated.
Martial arts are basically considered to have reached a level that is difficult to defeat.
What is the purpose of these masters from the previous generation of Shaolin coming here collectively? Everyone was puzzled, but when they saw the figure shrouded in purple mist in the hall, their hearts suddenly moved. Could it be that they are here for this "Huashan Sword Demon"?
At this time, a group of monks headed by three old monks ignored the crowd and focused their attention on the main hall.
In the main hall, as Zuo Lengchan shouted the words "Ice Divine Palm", a square of white gradually condensed in the void in front of his crystal clear, ice-jade-like palm that was shrouded in a layer of white cold mist.
of palm prints.
This palm print was formed by condensation of white cold mist. It was initially the size of a normal person's hand, then rapidly grew in size, solidified, and struck forward.
After Zuo Lengchan finished shouting a few words, the white palm print in the void was already one foot in size, exuding bone-chilling coldness and freezing to the soul, and flew towards Xu Zifan.
At this time, the entire hall was shaking and rumbling, as if it would collapse at any time. The temperature in the air dropped to the extreme, and the cold atmosphere almost froze the air.
Xu Zifan's whole body was shrouded in purple mist. He clenched his palm into a fist and punched out a purple fist mark, which collided with the white palm mark in the air.
boom!
A shocking loud noise rang out, and within the hall, the aura was churning and vigorous. The palm prints collided with the fist prints, forming a strong wind that roared in all directions, including the teacups, wine bottles, fragments of tables, chairs, and benches on the ground.
, at this time, they were all blown up by the burst of energy, rolling and flying in all directions in the strong wind. The entire hall building made a creaking sound at this time, and was about to collapse at any time.
The two exchanged a blow, which was astonishingly powerful and powerful, making people's hearts tremble. After Zuo Lengchan's exchange of blows, his face became paler, his expression became more serious, and the look of madness in his eyes became even heavier.
Brush! Brush! Brush!
Zuo Lengchan waved his hands, his sleeves were filled with wind, and pushed his palm forward again, forming a white palm print again and attacking Xu Zifan.
Immediately afterwards, another white palm print appeared. Zuo Lengchan was shrouded in white mist. His ice jade-like palm danced faster and faster. The strong wind roared, and the temperature in the hall became even lower. The ice was colder than the severe winter. At this time, the entire hall
They are all shaking.
Zuo Lengchan's face became paler and paler, but white palm prints formed out of thin air and appeared faster and faster, and they all attacked Xu Zifan.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
Xu Zifan threw eighteen punches in an instant. The energy was rolling, and his inner breath was surging. Purple fist marks flew out one after another. He fought with Zuo Lengchan and quickly broke the eighteen white palm marks one by one.
At this time, the hall seemed to be boiling, the wind was howling, the inner energy was rolling, and the inner breath energy was flowing in all directions.
"Boom!"
Smoke and dust rose into the sky, and at this moment, the sect's main hall finally couldn't bear the energy impact of the battle between the two masters, and collapsed.
"Bang!" "Click!"
Xu Zifan casually waved his hand, and a purple palm print was released, knocking away a falling beam. The beam split into two halves and flew into the distance.
When the dust settled, Xu Zifan and the others stood motionless on the spot, their bodies spotless and surrounded by a light purple mist.
At this moment, Zuo Lengchan's face was pale, without any blood, his clothes were covered with dust, and some parts of his brown robe were broken, and he looked very embarrassed.
"Among the nine arts of Huashan, Zixia ranks first, and is worthy of the name of magical arts!" Zuo Lengchan praised, looking at Xu Zifan's young face, his expression was a little desolate, his eyes were a little dull, as if he had aged ten years suddenly.
"Ice Qi is indeed a wonderful skill!" Xu Zifan sincerely praised him. Just now he and Zuo Lengchan held hands against each other, and there was actually a trace of ice-cold power hitting his body. Although in his Zixia Qi
The invisible force was immediately eliminated under the influence of the magic weapon, but that was shocking, considering that his internal strength was much stronger than Zuo Lengchan's.
"Amitabha!"
At this moment, a Buddha's chant came, the sound was loud and loud, like a big bell in Huanglu, ringing in everyone's ears. It was deafening and deafening. The sound was so loud that the ears of all the powerful people were buzzing at the moment. This shows the depth of the inner strength of the person who made the sound.
It has reached an incredible level.
Xu Zifan turned to look at the group of monks more than ten feet away, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Before Xu Zifan could speak, the monk who had spoken just now, Master Yuankong, said: "Almsgiver Xu, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!"
"Haha! Master, do you think I am a demon and want to save me?" Xu Zifan responded with cold words.
"The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the end. Donor Xu, you should think twice!" Monk Yuankong looked calm and calm, with his long white eyebrows floating in the wind and his face as rosy as a baby. At this moment, he looked like a
The eminent monk who attained Taoism is trying to save the great demons in troubled times.
"Master, you are really interesting. You asked me to put down the butcher knife as soon as I came and thought I was a devil. OK, I won't argue with you. Just think of me as a devil. What do you want?" Xu Zifan looked cold at this moment and lost his patience.
, immediately turned his face.
"What? Then I will chop you alive!" At this moment, the crazy knife evil monk stared at Xu Zifan with an angry face and fierce eyes. The scars on his face made him look very ugly at this moment.
ferocious.
"Yuan Chi, be careful! Donor Xu is still young and has reached a peerless state, so he should be a little arrogant!" Yuan Kong said to the crazy sword monk, then turned to Xu Zifan and said: "Donor Xu, this
The world is huge, and although there are not many peerless masters, there are still many. Among the strong, there are even the best. Don’t be arrogant and complacent. You must know that throughout the ages, many geniuses have died young!"
"Master, if you can't save him, you're threatening him instead?" Xu Zifan said with a sneer on his lips.
"Amitabha! Buddha also has the wrathful eyes of King Kong, and he also has thunderbolt methods to defeat demons!"
At this moment, Yuankong put his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and stopped arguing with Xu Zifan.
"I'll come first!" The Crazy Blade Evil Monk roared and walked out first, preparing to attack Xu Zifan.
"Yuan Chi, be careful, this kid is different, even Leng Chan suffered a big loss." Master Yuan Kong warned.
"Boy, let me give you a taste of the wrath of Lord Buddha!" The Crazy Sword Evil Monk shouted at Xu Zifan with an arrogant expression. After saying this, the figure sprang out, flying very fast into the sky.
"Cut Huashan with a knife!"
The Crazy Sword Evil Monk flew high into the sky, and then let out a roar, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring. The sound was emitted and spread far and wide, showing that his internal power was extremely deep.
Immediately afterwards, he raised a sharp long knife with both hands and slashed it down with all his strength.
The Evil Sword Monk looks impulsive, irritable, and mad, but when he actually takes action, he is very thoughtful. His first move is to use the "Knife Split Huashan" move, and he shouts it loudly, knowing that
Xu Zifan was born in the Huashan Sect, so he deliberately wanted to anger Xu Zifan, his opponent.
And at this moment, as soon as the mad sword evil monk came on stage, he slashed Xu Zifan straight from the top of his head. In the eyes of everyone present, he slashed from top to bottom like this because he wanted to slash Xu Zifan with one strike. This was a great contempt for Xu Zifan.
At this moment, Xu Zifan looked up, his eyes full of coldness. Naturally, he knew exactly what the evil swordsman monk had in mind.
It was mid-afternoon, and the sun was shining obliquely from the western sky, reflecting the bright long sword in the sky, making the long sword in the hands of the crazy sword monk appear golden and majestic, as if a heavenly sword was falling from the sky, unstoppable.
, making people look intimidated.
The sword was as bright as a sword, as if it was about to split the sky, it was fierce and domineering, and it slashed straight down. Before the sword could reach him, the sword energy was approaching, and the force of the sword was coming.
At this time, where Xu Zifan and the others were standing, the ground was shaking, and broken wood and fine stones were shaking.
The surrounding heroes looked horrified at this time, and they all stayed away from the battlefield and looked over from a distance.
This is a duel between peerless masters. Whether it was the battle between Zuo Lengchan and Xu Zifan just now, or the current battle between the Crazy Blade Evil Monk and Xu Zifan, it is rarely encountered in the world. The heroes are observing carefully at this moment, and they are all confirming what they have learned.
Watching the duels of peerless masters can help them learn a lot and speed up their progress.
"boom!"
The crazy sword shocked the world. The sword energy composed of the golden Qi of Buddhism formed a giant sword ten feet long. It struck first, with astonishing power and immeasurable divine power.
Everyone present, including Zuo Lengchan, had deep shock in their eyes. If it were him, could he catch this sword?
This chapter has been completed!