The heaven and earth have been flowing through time, namely the four seasons of yin and yang.
Han Feng entered the third level of middle school with a brand new body, but he felt that he was no longer the same person as he was just now.
Once you have seen the yin and yang of the world, you can control yourself.
All illusions have been wiped away, so my eyes are as bright as stars.
Opening his eyes, the moon-white tentacles symbolizing Han Feng's martial arts cultivation were instantly retracted from Han Feng's body.
The feet slowly landed on the ground, unstained by dust and as pure as moonlight.
He slowly bowed and bowed gently to the white-haired old man.
"Junior Han Feng, I have thanked my senior for the gift, but I did not ask for my senior's name. I would like to inform you that from now on, senior's seven hundred years of waiting will not be in vain. Your name and surname will be remembered by me forever."
After saying that, Han Feng Shi stood up, dressed in a white robe, facing the clear breeze and bright moon.
The white-haired old man felt the pure aura of "The World's Martial Arts" in Han Feng, and felt as if he had met an old friend he had almost forgotten.
Those years of endless fighting but full of passion were like jade sprinkled with gold powder... they fell into my heart.
"Good! Very good!"
The old man's voice trembled slightly.
"Don't thank me... I gave you this burden. It's better that you don't hate me in the future... But you can hate me. Before, there were indeed people in this world who could still remember my name... I
——Wei Songyun... From now on, your destiny will be measured with your hands."
The white-haired old man took a step back, and the bronze chains that touched the ground clattered.
Then, those chains seemed to come alive and suddenly rioted.
The figure that pulled the old man fell instantly into the endless void behind him... But in an instant, the void disappeared, leaving no trace.
In the huge ancient bronze palace, the ever-burning lamp remains the same.
But Han Feng was the only one left.
After a moment of silence, Han Feng sighed softly.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the entire Bronze Palace was like dust in the wind, scattered between heaven and earth...
Things changed before his eyes, and Han Feng had returned to the sky above the Shentian ruins.
He stayed in mid-air, with huge prayer flags flying in the air in front of him.
Suddenly returning to the living world, Han Feng was unbalanced for a moment and almost fell.
However, Han Feng's new body came into operation in an instant.
The Qi of the origin of yin and yang created by the "Nine Yin Manual" and "Nine Yang Divine Art" turned into a Tai Chi yin and yang fish pattern chasing each other, taking shape at Han Feng's feet, dragging Han Feng in white to stand in the sky
.
Han Feng, who was standing in the air, made a move with his hand, and the six prayer flags in front of him quickly merged into one, turning into a huge scroll that was taller than a person.
In fact, "Tian Xia Bu Wu Pian" is a martial arts concept rather than a substantive martial arts. The text recorded on the scroll can only cut off the concept of "Tian Xia Bu Wu" and record the lower martial arts separately, and cannot be counted as
"The World's Martial Arts Chapter".
In fact, even if Han Feng now masters "The World's Martial Arts Chapter", he cannot pass it on to others... because this is an independent concept that Han Feng cannot spread...
Despite this, this prayer flag scroll is still very important... because it can also be regarded as a magic weapon in itself.
Han Feng stepped on the Yin Yang Tai Chi fish and made a random move, and the prayer flag scroll flew to Han Feng's back and hung across Han Feng's waist.
Turning around and looking at the battlefield of the entire Shentian ruins, after being blessed with a new martial arts, his whole body was filled with immortal energy, and with the scroll on his back... Han Feng looked a bit like Naruto or Jiraiya in sage mode...
Just need less oil paint on your face.
It seemed that he had spent a lot of time in the Bronze Palace, and the entire Shentian Ruins battlefield had undergone considerable changes.
Surprisingly, four strong men with completely different stances, Li Chenzhou, Li Xiaojie, Nian Qingliang and Shen Menglin, stood on the same front, each using their martial arts skills to besiege the same person.
The only one who can forcefully fight so many people is Gu Xuantong.
While beating him, this guy was still looking up to the sky and laughing.
"Exciting, exciting, exciting! It's so exciting, your martial arts makes Gu Xuantong excited!"
As he spoke, Gu Xuantong's hands shook, and the sky was filled with black clouds of disaster boiling and rolling.
Pulling four strong men into it...
Uncle Xuantong is happy here, but the entire battlefield still remains in a state of chaos and disorder.
Nearly ten thousand warriors killed each other, plus the slaughter of the soul-painting beasts, leaving two to three thousand corpses in the Shentian ruins.
Although the palaces here stretch extremely wide and have many heights, the tragic scene after the bloody fighting is still eye-catching.
The four ancient treasures were not obtained by anyone in the fight, but because of their own spirituality, they began to fly in the sky.
Martial arts masters fought against each other while chasing holy objects above the palace buildings.
During the time when Han Feng disappeared, many people broke in from outside [Between Heaven and Earth], making the Shentian ruins even more lively.
The fighting here is also more intense.
A strange man wrapped in a starry night cyclone stood in the sky, facing two third-level soul-painting warriors alone.
A naked bald man held a humanoid weapon in his hand and chased hundreds of Buddhist monks across the ground...
A gunman and a swordsman fought each other, the swords and air guns shook the ground and formed ravines.
Warriors whom I have just seen and those I have never seen before are fighting in the martial arts here, and the energy and smoke are like a fire field hundreds of miles away, billowing into the sky.
Han Feng even met an acquaintance of his... a long-haired man in white robes holding a giant sword, chasing Gongsun Hong all over the sky...
"Gongsun Hong, you little son of a bitch, stop right here!"
"Stop and chop it for you!? Do you think I'm stupid!?"
The two people were chasing each other and scolding each other... It was very lively...
However, [Demon Suppressing Sword Master] Nangong Lian has arrived, and it seems that the court’s actions are not too slow~
Suddenly, Han Feng saw several Xuanjian Division guards facing a crisis in the alley between the two palaces in the distance...
The body follows the heart, and the light skill of "Flying on the Grass" has been blessed and transformed by the six secret arts. Now it is no slower than the secret arts. The yin and yang contained in it are endless. The ability to use various elements of heaven and earth to escape light is even more unique and unique. wonderful.
When the matter was urgent, Han Feng used Zhou Liu's Eight Energy as the escape light, turning into an eight-color stream of light and shooting out.
…
In the alley, Jiang Xiaohu, Yang Qianqian, Feng Ning, Qiu Tongxi and several other guards were blocked in the middle of the alley, with high walls on both sides.
A mysterious man wrapped in black demonic flames stood in front of everyone in the Hanging Sword Division, with his right hand raised, grasping the envoy leading the guards.
The messenger was lifted up by the tall demon. He struggled with his feet in the air, but was unable to shake the demon at all.
The demon's black flames burned the messenger's body, causing him extreme pain.
The devil spoke slowly, his voice full of teasing:
"It's painful... Do you want to speak? Do you want to beg me for mercy, or let your subordinates escape? Alas... it's a pity that you have no chance to speak~"
Seeing how the demon treated his commander and himself as pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered...the guards felt depressed.
But...the gap between them is really too big.
Even the Commander-in-Chief was defeated with one move... He couldn't escape even if he ran away...
"That's enough! You evil villain, let Ye Lingshi go quickly!!"
Jiang Xiaohu endured the fear in his heart, held the long knife tightly in his hand, took a step forward, and shouted at the demon.
The demon's hand was still holding the commander's neck, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Ask me to let go? Are you worthy of it?"
As he spoke, the black demonic flames suddenly surged, turning into a sea of fire and rushing toward the guards.
At this time, eight colors of light descended from the sky.
The earth groaned softly, ice chrysanthemums bloomed all over the place, and the extremely cold air forced the black demonic flames to retreat.
In the brilliant halo, a man dressed in white is flying independently, carrying a huge horizontal scroll on his back.