The ethereal body swayed at extremely fast speeds. If the sharp arrow left the string, it would never return. It was like a dragon soaring into the sky, soaring thousands of miles. The slight steps of the waves coincided with the Bagua Six Paths. It was extremely magical. It seemed to be walking in a straight line, and it remained straight, but it did not change.
Full of agility and change, the Eight Trigrams and Six Paths are intertwined and endlessly changing.
Taking one step forward, he immediately crossed a distance of several feet and appeared in front of Zuo Zimu. He had a tall and straight posture, the wind was calm, and there was no trace of panic or rush. He appeared so suddenly, as if he was already here.
at.
Opposite, Xia Zhu and five other women from the Lingjiu Palace were shocked. She did not see clearly how this person appeared, as if he was born out of thin air.
Such speed surpassed their appearance. Maybe even grandma might not be able to be so fast. Xia Zhu secretly marveled in his heart.
But now the arrow has left the string and is traveling through the air. There is no turning back. Although they are frightened in their hearts and know that they may not be able to defeat them, they have no way to stop.
Five long swords, flashing with dazzling cold light, cut through the sky and stabbed down diagonally. They were all pointed at the vital parts of the body of the void. The sword blades were sharp and the sword light shone.
call
He raised his right hand, slowly moved his thumb, index finger, and middle finger, and smiled slightly. Suddenly, a strong wind spread in all directions, spinning, and a suction force swept across the entire place.
In the air, five dead leaves falling in the wind immediately changed their flying trajectory. Under the action of suction, they quickly rushed towards the void in the middle and gathered between his three fingers.
The three fingers joined together and held together, and the five dead leaves were just enough to be grasped by him. With a smile on his face, he moved the three fingers gently. The wind was gentle and the clouds were clear, and the dust was not stained. It was sacred and noble.
Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo
He flipped his wrist, and gently put the three fingers together forward, and the five dead leaves immediately turned into rapid speed, attached to his strong and powerful internal force. They seemed weak, but they were extremely powerful and strong.
Better than iron.
Peng
Five dead leaves and five long swords met in the air, and they collided together. The long swords were all made of fine steel. The five women from the Vulture Palace were all skilled in martial arts, and the long swords were sharp.
.And the five withered leaves were originally a decayed and withered thing in the world, but when used by Xianwu, a first-class master in the world and a person with terrifying internal power, they were endowed with infinite strength and terrifying energy, with the power to destroy everything.
force.
When the two met, the two forces intertwined, and a sonic explosion erupted in an instant, with a deafening buzz. The five swords made of fine steel collapsed instantly, broke inch by inch, and turned into a pile of scrap iron pieces floating in the air.
fall.
And the five dead leaves couldn't withstand the collision of the two forces in an instant, and turned into powder, fluttering in the wind in the strong waves, turning into little powder, and rustling down.
brush
Xingwu ignored the billowing air waves, took a step forward, and rushed out in the form of a rainbow. His whole body was surrounded by true energy, and his internal energy protected his body. The energy that was still surging, the flying dust and smoke, and the falling pieces of iron were all swept away.
He was hit by the impact and splashed out in both directions.
It was like a divine spear shot into the vast sea, causing endless ripples and splashing water all over the sky, leaving only an afterimage and an eternal rainbow.
Bang bang
He raised his right palm and quickly slapped it towards the five women from Lingjiu Palace opposite with frightened expressions. With one palm shot, it split into five palm shadows and came down one after another.
The five women from the Lingjiu Palace suddenly felt a pressure in front of their eyes, and an overwhelming pressure came over them. The energy hit their faces, making their breath stagnant, their true energy blocked, and severe pain came from their shoulders at the same time.
, the body flew out uncontrollably.
When people were in the air, they felt that their bodies were empty and light. The bones in their shoulders had been broken. Waves of huge pain came. A vast and overbearing force poured into the body, like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves. It swept several practitioners away at once.
The internal strength that had lasted for more than ten years was destroyed.
ah
Several people screamed and fell to the ground at the same time. Blood spurted out from their mouths and could not be suppressed. Xingwu's palm was not light, and the power it contained was terrifying, destroying all their skills.
He lowered his head and glanced at the five people. The five women who were fierce and domineering before were now languid and miserable. They looked so pitiful.
The compassion in Xianwu's heart couldn't help but a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but this pity was immediately replaced by indifference. This is Jianghu, and the death of a person is just a matter of a disagreement, and it ends in a moment.
When the six of them arrived just now, their words were domineering, their eyes squinted, and they looked like pigs and dogs. They used their swords ruthlessly and killed each other with every move. If their martial arts skills were not deep enough and they secretly passed the skills on to Zuo Zimu,
Then the person lying on the ground at this time is him.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of his group of men outside and the ruthless methods of these five women. His eyes became colder and his expression became gloomy.
He raised his eyes and no longer looked at the pitiful five women in black robes on the ground. His eyes flashed coldly and said, "Let's go back and have a look." He said this coldly and walked towards the Jianhu Palace in front of him.
Went back.
Zuo Zimu, who was originally ecstatic that he had escaped from death, suddenly turned pale when he heard the solemn words of nothingness. He also thought of his disciples, and immediately followed him with ugly expressions.
Wuwu raised his feet and walked into the Jianhu Palace, but felt that the surroundings were empty and silent. Although it was very quiet before, there was still a trace of life. Now when he looked up, there were bloodstains everywhere on the ground, which was lifeless.
Walking slowly along the long corridor, there was no one along the way. Suddenly he raised his head and looked to the left. A man from the Wuliang Sword Sect fell face to the ground. A long blood mark was scratched on his back, and the ground was stained red.
He stretched out his right hand forward, his five fingers firmly grasping the rocky ground, and the blood was stained, which showed how terrible his struggle before death was.
After walking for about ten meters, they suddenly heard a faint groan in front of them. They followed the sound and walked for more than ten steps. Next to a whetstone, they found a male disciple of the Wuliang Sword Sect lying next to a whetstone.
One hand was covering the other shoulder, which was bright red and a bowl-sized wound. The bleeding had stopped, and one arm was left far away on the other side.
Xingwu frowned slightly and continued to move forward. Behind him, Zuo Zimu's face was already ashen, and his face was as red as pig liver. He looked at your shocking bright red blood, the disciple's death struggle, and the wailing of a broken arm.
, his heart was dripping with blood. This was all the cost of his decades of hard work. Now I don’t know if it has all been lost.
"Master, master, please help me." At this time, the man with a broken arm saw Xu Wu and Zuo Zimu passing by, and hurriedly asked for help from them. His face was excited, and he was grasping the straw for survival.
Zuo Zimu, who was following Xianwu, trembled when he heard the cry for help, and his face showed a struggle. He glanced at Xuxu, who had been walking forward, and followed with difficulty.
"Take him with you," Xu Wu said, walking forward without looking back. When Zuo Zimu heard this, he was overjoyed and immediately turned around and called the male disciple who was following him to save the person together.
At this time, the face of Nothingness was gloomy, and his two eyes kept scanning everything around him. He kept walking slowly, walking alone in this long and silent corridor, looking at everything along the way.
Bright red blood stains.
It was as if he was walking leisurely, taking one step at a time, moving slowly, neither fast nor slow, but when he walked, he made no sound at all, like a ghost, so quiet that it was so quiet that it was scary.
Along the way, he saw people struggling to die, saw stumps thrown away, but the owner did not know where they were, saw people who were made marquis with a sword, and people who were chopped to death by random swords. There were blood stains everywhere.
There were corpses and wailing everywhere.
Gradually, the wailing sound became louder and louder, including men and women. He continued to walk for more than ten steps, and finally saw a group of people lying in a mess in front of him. Some were disabled, and some were okay, but suffered a little minor injuries.
Injury, here, the blood becomes increasingly bright red, as if entering a Shura field.
When these people saw Nothingness, they all looked excited, but no one dared to step forward. This was their lord, and he was also a person who terrified them from the bottom of their hearts.
Looking at everything scattered around, "This is the Jianghu", Xuwu whispered, exterminating the family is just a matter of raising a hand, the winner is the king or the loser, who is right and who is wrong, if you don't want to be killed, you can only kill people, you can only let yourself stand.
higher.
He slowly walked into the Wuliang Hall, walked to the wooden chair above and sat down, silently looking down at everything below. "Who is it, come out?" He suddenly shouted and turned to look to the right.
A palm roared out, and with a roar, a thick earth wall was destroyed by the palm, revealing a big hole.
Outside the big hole, there was a group of people standing tremblingly. They looked at each other, then looked at the nothingness glaring at them above, and then walked in through the broken hole in the wall, slugging and jostling.
.
As soon as they came in, they immediately lined up neatly in a group. A few of them were trembling with fear, and no one dared to speak first. "Huh?" Niuxing, who was sitting high above, glared angrily and looked majestic.
Finally, one of them came out tremblingly. His face was panicked, his whole body was trembling, and he shook his hands and saluted: "See...see my lord...my lord."
Xianwu didn't speak, but looked at him with dark eyes. The two eyes were on him, making him tremble even more. "Are you from the Shennong Gang?" He recognized the clothes of several people, and it was Shennong.
Clothes for everyone.
"Yes," the man replied tremblingly, his face already covered in cold sweat.
"Where did you all go just now?" Xuanwu said in a deep voice, his eyes becoming more fierce.
"We...we...", the man was trembling and speechless. "Say," Xuanwu said sharply, "We saw that the enemy was powerful, so...we hid temporarily."
"Are you greedy for life and afraid of death?" Xuwu shouted. At this time, his face was as cold as ice, and his voice was like thunder, echoing in the hall, shaking the eardrums of several people, revealing the look of pain.dd