Chapter 22 Picturesque scenery of mountains and rivers
An old man wearing an old raincoat and worn straw sandals squatted on the bow of the boat, smoking a dry cigarette.
He had dark skin, hair as messy as straw, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a rough old face that was weathered. The moment Yan hit the waves and jumped up, he just blew out a smoke ring with satisfaction, lowered the cigarette rod, and tapped it on the soles of his feet.
Rusty smoke pot.
His seemingly ordinary knock actually matched perfectly with Yan's leap into the waves. No one was faster or slower. The arcs and rhythms of both sides' movements were exactly the same, as if a bird was reflected on the water as it flew into the sky.
reflection.
Suddenly, Yan Qinglang's speeding figure paused and stopped in mid-air. He swung his left fist violently and hit an uninhabited area in front of him. There was a loud "boom" and a thunderbolt jumped out of nothingness and hit him.
fist.
This sudden punch also perfectly coincides with the thunderous jump, in no particular order, as if both parties had agreed in advance.
Amidst the deafening roar, the thunderbolt was smashed away by the fist, and the lightning scattered and splashed, setting off a crazy air current. The boat on the river swayed slightly, and Yan Chenglang's body was shaken at the same time. Huiyuan was affected and fainted immediately.
This is a battle between the top masters of Hedao. Although the old man and Yan Jinglang have no actual contact, the two of them are mentally interlocked, intending to take the lead, and relying on their divine will to defend against the enemy. The old man senses the route of Yan Jinglang's flight.
, quietly planted a thunder method on the way, Yan Qinglang also noticed the hidden thunder method, and punched to break it.
"Kong Mingzi!" Yan Qinglang looked at the old man on the bow of the boat from a distance, and shouted loudly, as loud as a thunderbolt. The river surface seemed to be hit by an invisible fist, and it sank downward with a "bang", and violent waves several feet high were set off all around.
Rolling into the boat with a crash.
Using the sound waves that vibrated in his chest, Yan Chenglang once again raised his body and flew into the sky at high speed, showing no signs of fighting.
"Wow!" The boat was lifted up high by the huge waves, rolled in mid-air, and then fell sharply down the trough of the waves, bumping and spinning in the turbulence. Kong Mingzi was always squatting, with the soles of her feet firmly attached to the bow of the boat, following the boat
Ups and downs. The fire of the dry smoke pot flickered, and there was no trace of water stains.
"Hehe, Mr. Yan, since you are here, you are just playing with the old man. Why are you running like your butt is on fire?" Kong Mingzi raised his head and grinned, showing his stained yellow teeth, with a little bit embedded in the gap between his teeth.
Overnight leek leaves. It is completely impossible to tell that he is the number one person in the Dajin Taoist sect who is ranked among the top ten masters in the world, and the headmaster of Taishang Shenxiao Sect - Taishang Yuanshi Tongxuan Daode Zhenjun.
"If you are the only one, it doesn't matter if Sajia plays with you a few times. But you are a bad old man, what fun is there?" Yan Qilang laughed loudly, his back suddenly arched, and shot one after another, flying across the sky in an instant.
Hundreds of feet, turned into a tiny point on the horizon.
"Can you run?" Following Kong Mingzi's playful laughter, the sky suddenly sank, and the whole piece fell downwards, as if the water surface fell suddenly, lowering inch by inch. At the same time, the nearby land and the river water rose upwards, like
He was lifted up by an invisible giant hand and flew high into the sky.
Seen from dozens of miles away, the sky and the earth are slowly closing together, as if they are compressing into a flat piece of drawing paper. The clouds, mountains and rivers, river beaches, ancient roads... all show weird distortions, tending to be flat.
The distance between the Kongmingzi on the boat and the swallows in the sky is getting closer and closer, as if they have become people in the painting.
"The country is picturesque!" Yan Chinglang twitched his thick eyebrows, stopped, secretly adjusted his luck, and stopped making unnecessary consumption.
Jiangshan Ruhua is the soul weapon of Dongzhen Five Finger Heaven. It can cut a section from the heaven and earth and seal it into the painting. It is like digging out an entire space and putting it into the Horcrux. Now, the heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles have been sealed.
Picture scroll, no matter how far he ran, it was in vain. He was still spinning in this Horcrux, unable to escape.
Unless the owner of the Horcrux is found and killed.
"Now that you're here, don't be secretive and arrogant, get out of here!" Yan Chonglang let out a long roar, like a roaring wave, sweeping across all directions. The nearby scenery was no different, with white clouds floating and clear water flowing.
The mountains and forests in the distance are towering and scattered. But the light becomes zigzag and layer upon layer, creating a weird sense of spatial dislocation.
"Even when you are about to die, you still want to act wild!" A majestic middle-aged man walked proudly along the old grass road with his hands behind his back. He wore a golden beaded crown on his head, a silver medal and a jade belt, and the clouds were lingering under his feet, and the colorful auspiciousness was like strips of colorful
The streamers flying around the body are Dongxu, the current head of the Jade Palace.
"It is precisely because death is imminent that he wants to act violently!" A cloud in the sky cracked open, like a human face, and let out endless echoing laughter. The clouds gathered and dispersed, sometimes white clouds and gray dogs, and sometimes they turned into ghosts.
The vague human form is actually the leader of the Baiyun Sect, Bai Wuxia, from the Cangwu Bai clan.
"Brother Yan, please be patient. When you die, we will bury you alive. This pavilion is called Duanlang. It is near the water and has mountains at its back. The scenery is superb. It is the most suitable place for Brother Yan to bury the coffin." Duanlang.
In the Lang Pavilion, the figure of the Master of the Five Fingers of the Cave - the Master of the Five Elements - emerged. His voice was deep and long, and he sat cross-legged in the pavilion, with his long white eyebrows hanging down to his chin, his hands moving up and down, holding hands
In front of the lower abdomen.
The three masters of Hedao appeared one after another, and their tyrannical mental power was like three chains, extending from afar, intertwining and locking Yan Qinglang, forcibly restraining his body.
"Other than the bad old man, it's enough to watch. How can you care about a few clowns like you?" Yan Chinglang laughed, grasped Huiyuan with his left hand, picked up the gourd with his right hand, and raised his head to drink wine nonchalantly. His action seemed ordinary.
, but like a mountain stream with twists and turns, flexible and difficult to distinguish, it easily broke free from the interlocking mental power of Zhang Dongxu and the other three.
The faces of Zhang Dongxu and three others changed color at the same time.
Kong Mingzi sat on the bow of the boat, happily smoking dry tobacco. He caught a louse from his coir raincoat, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it a few times.
A flash of light flashed in Yan Qinglang's eyes. The Master of Five Elements is the master of the painting. When operating this soul weapon, he must be inside the painting so that the human and painting can be integrated into one and control it freely. The top priority is to risk his injuries and use lightning
It's too late to kill this person first. But since the other party dares to show up, he must have prepared a plan to deal with his surprise attack.
If you make a desperate attack, you will fall into the opponent's trap.
Sure enough, in the reeds next to the pavilion, the water rippled gently, reflecting a tall and graceful reflection.
The reeds are green, with frosty white dewdrops, and the beautiful figure is swaying in the ripples of the morning light. The horizontal sword stands alone, and it is hard to tell whether it is the radiant face or the brighter light of the sword.
"Kong Yu..." Yan Zhilang's majestic body trembled, and his eyes stayed on the stunning beauty for a long time, as gentle as the wind ruffling the spring water, "You... you are here too."
"Brother Yan, it's been a long time." Ning Kongyu responded softly. The sound was like the spirit rain on the empty mountain, pure and dustless, and like the sound of the piano playing on a moonlit night, with its light and dustless sound.
"Are you here to take my life too?" Yan Chinglang's eyes were stern, and his voice suddenly dropped.