Mild with a hint of heat, light with a bit of solemnity, the suddenly condensed billowing breath came in violently, and the air everywhere suddenly became chaotic, as if being stirred by a dragon. The air was filled with
The pressure that came like a mountain, the sharp sword intent made a hissing sound through the air, and the three proud bodies watched silently. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in black clothes held a heavy and simple sword in his hand.
Standing side by side with him was a man in a blue shirt, with a cold aura like snow and frost on his body, and facing them was a fat monk. The monk had a fat head, big ears, and a face full of
The oily, bright and lustrous cassock gave off a faint halo under the dazzling sunlight.
Facing the enemy who was as tall as a mountain, although Ling Tianyun felt pale and powerless in his heart, he still stood up straight, and the true energy surged in his body like a roaring dragon, trying to rush out.
His body wanted to run away wildly. But the overwhelming momentum made his body stagnate. The roaring true energy in his body was like a firefly under the starry sky compared to the powerful momentum that enveloped it.
, the weak one can be extinguished at any time.
"Monk, you're going back where you came from. You can't be arrogant in the imperial capital." Zhang Xiaofeng, the peerless swordsman standing next to Ling Tianyun, shot out wisps of extremely sharp light in his eyes, but the aura on his body was as cold as frost and snow.
It is also more prosperous. The long sword is pointed in the distance, with a majestic aura that looks down on the world, and with the sharp frost breath like the nine-day black ice, Zhang Xiaofeng is the cold sword god who is as unparalleled as ice. With the sword in his hand, all things
A domineering aura of surrender emerged from his body.
A ray of cold light appeared, and Zhang Xiaofeng's figure swayed. His elegant and fairy-like figure was suddenly revealed, and his frosty white hair was flying freely. He was just like the sword fairy who descended from the nine heavens. With a sword in his hand, Zhang Xiaofeng
His body rose up lightly, and his elegant figure instantly reached the opposite side of the immortal monk.
The dazzling long sword, like a stream of autumn water, cut through the air current in the air and stabbed at the bad monk. Zhang Xiaofeng's figure shot like lightning and shot like an arrow, and like an elegant figure emerging from the dust, it brought up the frost and snow in the sky.
It was so cold. The sword light was like a rainbow. In an instant, there was only the frosty and cold atmosphere between heaven and earth. Time seemed to have stopped in this moment, and only the long sword with the brilliant light was spinning and turning.
Ling Tianyun felt the strong pressure surrounding him lighten up, and with a "boom", his dantian exploded, releasing the layer of confinement. The roaring true energy in his dantian surged like a river. The energy flowing in his body was
It was the pure and yang-like Mahayana Qi in his Dantian that kept circulating the Qi in his body. Only then did Ling Tianyun realize that the difference between him and the evil monk was more than a hundred and eighty thousand miles. They were as different as heaven and earth.
Compared.
With a soft groan of "buzz", he poured the true energy in his body into the 'Xing Ze' sword in his hand. A faint layer of vigorous halo appeared around the sword, and the sword absorbed him like a thirsty man.
The infusing Qi made a soft moan from time to time. The glow became thicker and thicker. Ling Tianyun clearly felt that the connection between the knife and his flesh and blood seemed to be getting deeper. He did not move, but remained silent.
Watching the duel between the two men quietly, he was unable to intervene at this time.
The brilliant light arrived in an instant. The unlucky monk narrowed his eyes slightly, waved his sleeves, and stretched out his big fat hands in an extremely weird way. He stretched out his hands, and the thumbs of both hands were
Pressing on his middle finger, the smile on his face became even thicker. Suddenly, a blast of breath burst from his body. That strange gesture, coupled with a slight smile bloomed on his face
, the bad monk at this time is like an enlightened monk holding flowers in silence and smiling.
The brilliant sword light that shot away was immediately eclipsed by the bad monk's finger, and the brilliant sword light also slowed down under the opponent's overwhelming momentum. That stillness
The time, that brilliant and brilliant light also stopped at this moment.
The sword is still the same sword, and the person is still the same person. Zhang Xiaofeng, who is dressed in blue, has neither joy nor sadness in his eyes. The long sword in his hand is frozen in the air. And his elegant and fairy-like body is frozen in the air. Only
His fluttering frosty hair couldn't help but undulate. In one move, Zhang Xiaofeng was weakened by more than one step. His own sword that looked like a flying fairy had been eliminated by the opponent with one move, but this was just the beginning.
"Bang", he saw a flash of sword light, Zhang Xiaofeng turned around and danced, his body floated down, his expression was still as calm as an ancient well. It was just that his right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the man opposite him
There was a bright red blood mark on the middle finger of the bad monk's left hand. It was the burst of sword energy that pierced the middle finger of the bad monk's left hand. Zhang Xiaofeng's tall figure couldn't help but tremble, and there was a rush of heat in his chest.
He wanted to burst out of his throat, but he forcefully suppressed it.
"The Sword God is worthy of being a sword god. He can still injure a young monk despite having such a huge internal power loss. He is indeed a worthy warrior despite his great reputation. But with the tricks of Zhang Daxia, he really can't stop the young monk." The bad monk Wei Wei said.
A ray of cold light shot out from his narrowed eyes, which was as heart-stopping as he said to Zhang Xiaofeng, who stood tall in the sun.
"You won't know until you try it whether you can block it or not." Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes were still as calm as water, and the dazzling blood stains on the long sword in his hand shone dazzlingly under the sunlight. And his proud and unyielding figure, hunting and hunting,
The ringing blue shirt and the fluttering frosty white hair are so indestructible.
A shadow flashed across Ling Tianyun's heart. He could feel that Zhang Xiaofeng's aura at this time was not as majestic and profound as the one he saw in Dingzhou City. If it weren't for Feng Xiaochan, he wouldn't have to instill his aura every night.
He used internal strength to keep her alive, so that Zhang Xiaofeng would not lose too much energy. Although he could not tell the martial arts level of both parties, he heard Zhao Kuangyin say that Zhang Xiaofeng's martial arts level was not the highest, and the name was not good.
The monk's martial arts world has reached its peak. Even Zhang Xiaofeng, who has returned to his prime, should not be a match for this bad monk.
"In that case, don't blame the young monk for being rude." A cruel light flashed in the monk's eyes, and he waved his fat hands, and his sleeves suddenly bulged up, like a fully-inflated skin bag.
Like. But what came out of his body was an extremely hot aura. The aura was like a scorching fire, spreading through the air and pressing towards Zhang Xiaofeng.
Ling Tianyun felt the burning aura, and was even more shocked. He did not expect that the inner strength of this evil monk was so similar to his own Mahayana Qi, both of which were of the most yang-like nature. It's just that
The bad monk's true energy was even more domineering than his Mahayana true energy. It was like burning essence fire, giving people a feeling of palpitations.
A rolling heat wave hit his face, and the scorching aura that surged out was like a broken bamboo, crushing towards Zhang Xiaofeng, directly shrouding the cold aura that filled his body. Suddenly, the courtyard was filled with layers of burning fire.
A heat wave like a rolling one surged wantonly in the courtyard, covering up the cold winter sun.
Ling Tianyun's eyes froze. He did not expect that the skills practiced by this evil monk were so overbearing, and that his Mahayana Qi was so similar. The only people in the courtyard who were not affected were him, Zhang Xiaofeng and Dugu Aoxue.
Her face couldn't help but change, especially that of Dugu Aoxue. Facing the surging heat wave, she had no choice but to use up the remaining true energy in her body to support herself.
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A powerful aura, like a burning aura that destroys everything, came over. Zhang Xiaoji raised his long sword, and the air of white mist suddenly surged out from all over his body.
The surroundings slowly dispersed. The sound of hissing was endless, and two auras of different properties collided together, making bursts of harsh sounds. Ling Tianyun's luck changed, and wisps of pure and yang true energy swept Dugu Ao away.
The snow shrouded her, which made the beauty recover for a moment.
"Zheng", the long sword in Zhang Xiaofeng's hand made a soft sound, but he saw the brilliant shadow of the sword light all over the sky around him, heading towards something bad. The patter of the sword light was refracted by the sunlight, and a scene started as follows.
Like the endless spring rain, but the endless spring rain suppressed the scorching heat wave, the sword in Zhang Xiaofeng's hand turned into the magical weapon floating in the spring water. At this time, where is Zhang Xiaofeng's
The silhouette is only covered by the endless rain of swords in the sky.,
There was a solemn look in the eyes of the bad monk, but he saw his feet stepped on, and his body spun like a shadow into the sword rain. The bright and fresh cassock suddenly began to change in the eyes of Ling Tianyun and Dugu Aoxue.
She became even more coquettish. With her body spinning like a top, the fat, bad monk flew with his palms and swatted away into the rain of swords. Only a few dull sounds could be heard in the pattering rain of swords, and that
The bad monk also disappeared at the same time.
It's not that they disappeared, but that the figures they met were too fast, so fast that it was dizzying to catch the ever-changing changes in the blink of an eye. Even though Ling Tianyun's six senses were sharp, he couldn't clearly see the two intertwined figures.
The root of all this is strength. Ling Tianyun is extremely eager to improve his strength. Behind him, Dugu Aoxuegen has beautiful eyes and a somewhat holy temperament on his fair and jade-like face.
"Boom", there was a shocking loud noise, and the two figures suddenly separated, but the moment they separated, they saw the sword in Zhang Xiaofeng's hand suddenly appeared out of the sky, and the sword stabbed away like a point of light. The long sword was at this moment
There was no light or brightness, just like another dark flower exploding in the darkness. The sword had no momentum whatsoever and went straight towards the center of the eyebrows of the unlucky monk without any sound.
"Do it." Ling Tianyun, who was nervously paying attention to the battlefield, suddenly heard Zhang Xiaofeng's voice in his ears, and he immediately reacted. He frantically circulated the Mahayana Qi in his body and poured it into the sword. Ling Tianyun's figure jumped out.
, arrived in front of the bad monk as fast as a startling rainbow.
Ling Tianyun raised his sword without hesitation and struck at the unlucky monk. The sword in his hand let out a soft groan, and a bloody dark light circulated around the sword. The sword made a fierce piercing sound in the air.
With a sound, Ling Tianyun's eyes were solemn as he slashed with the sword, and the muscles all over his body were tense. The mysterious clothes on his body made a sound, and his black hair was flying freely, like a god of war.
The sword was silent, like a ray of light in the darkness, hitting the spot between the eyebrows of the unlucky monk. The elegant figure was like an immortal under the starry sky, with a head of frost-white hair undulating. And that
The sword broke through the air and made a fierce sound. It came across the sky with an unstoppable force. Everything was coordinated so perfectly. Time seemed to have stopped under this double strike. The sword with the blood-colored light flowing around it,
The long sword, which was as silent as the dim light in the dark night, seemed to be still.
The evil eyes finally showed a look of fear. He did not expect that he would be locked by Zhang Xiaofeng's sword energy and unable to move at all. What shocked him even more was that Xuan Yi, who existed like an ant in his eyes,
At this moment, the young man burst out with an aura that made him extremely chilling. The sword in his hand struck him on the head with an aura that would destroy the world. A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and the bad monk suddenly became more aura.
, that strange cassock suddenly resembled a balloon filled with air.
With a "bang", the surging energy spread out in all directions. Dugu Aoxue felt a powerful impact hitting her body, but she had no resistance at all. Her chest was like
Like a lightning strike, her body was hit by the powerful force and flew up, falling hard two or three feet away from where she stood. Fortunately, she was able to deflect the impact after she landed.
It was removed, and she only suffered some minor injuries.