0856: The Showdown on Heifeng Mountain, the Hundred-Year Free King, Ask for a Monthly Pass
The torrential rain fell endlessly, as if thousands of needles and threads were passing through it, densely stitching together the heaven and earth.
What ordinary people see is the rain, leaning on the building to listen to the wind and rain, and looking at the rivers and lakes indifferently.
What Jiang Dali saw was murderous intent in the sky.
For Dongfang Bubai, this heavy rain is undoubtedly a perfect killing ground that can cause a bloody storm.
Every drop of rain can be fully utilized by the opponent's Sunflower Qi, which is so fine that a strand of hair can be used to turn the fingers around and soften into hundreds of steel, turning it into rain needles that are impossible to prevent, setting off a rain of blood.
Such an ability was still difficult to use when Dongfang Bubai had not obtained the complete Sunflower Book and could not achieve the perfect conversion of yin and yang.
But now, having cultivated the complete Sunflower Book, he has reached the 6 realms of Heaven and Human. He has the Heavenly Thunder and Yang God, Baqi Poison Blood, and expanded meridians. Dongfang Bubai's strength has surpassed that of the old eunuchs of the same realm in the past.
The true energy of sunflower transforms into yin and yang. The soft rain can also be transformed into a masculine and fierce murderous needle in an instant.
Therefore, when receiving the six major sects from afar, Jiang Dali realized that he did not need to take action personally. Dongfang Bubai and Huanwan would help him entertain these guests from afar.
As for Xiao Feng and Lu Xiaofeng, they were accompanying them to prevent other powerful masters from hiding in the dark and to prevent the ship from capsizing.
At this time, another quarter of an hour had passed since hundreds of villagers had humiliated the six sects. The notch in the corner of the palace not far away faithfully recorded that the time had passed.
Jiang Dali was sitting in a small pavilion near the Land of Longteng in Heifeng Village, waiting for the arrival of King Xiaoyao.
There was no one around for dozens of feet, and there was only a jar of old wine accompanying him.
Outside the pavilion, the sky and the earth were filled with thunder, lightning, and rain.
Compared with the tranquility of a person drinking in the pavilion, the outside of the pavilion seems full of madness and coldness.
Jiang Dali listened to the rain above his head jumping on the tiles of the pavilion, rushing down, and the plump raindrops were connected in series at the corners of the pavilion like water chains and fell to the ground, splashing in all directions.
He was completely immersed in the world and nature that he ignored due to his busy schedule, completely forgetting himself, but his thoughts were extremely clear.
Not only is it clear, but it is also becoming clearer and clearer, and the mind is elevated to its peak state before the war.
The two gods of yin and yang conceived and raised in the ancestral orifice enveloped the entire Black Wind Mountain from a more transcendent angle.
A feeling of clarity and emptiness fills my heart.
Then he had an omniscient and extremely mysterious feeling towards King Xiaoyao, who was approaching quickly from the mountain road.
Superman's spiritual sense told him clearly and unmistakably that since King Xiaoyao's sedan went up the mountain, the other party's invisible and tangible spirit had locked him tightly, locking his soul for thousands of miles. Apart from him, there was no one else in the entire Black Wind Village. Someone who interests the other person.
This feeling becomes more intense as the opponent gets closer up the mountain.
When the last sedan arrived, it was like a boat in the heavy rain, drifting up the mountain.
The four strong men carrying the sedan chair carried the sedan chair to the outside of the pavilion in the wind. They stood upright in the middle of the road, staring blankly. Even the curtains of the sedan chair that were blown by the wind fell still at this moment, motionless as if tightly. The seam is glued to the car door.
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"Master of Black Wind Village!"
A voice came from inside the sedan chair, and the curtain opened like a straight iron sheet.
The figure of an old man in white clothes floated out of the sedan like an immortal, and landed lightly on the ground. The raindrops fell three feet in front of him and then naturally slid away, as if there was an invisible barrier outside his body. Isolate the rain curtain.
Such strength has truly reached the pinnacle of the world.
At least in the eyes of ordinary Jianghu people, he is indeed a miraculous person. His whole body is smooth and smooth, free from dust. Every part of his body is full of energy. His body is like a lotus leaf, pure and flawless. Just like a lotus leaf, raindrops fall on his body.
It will pop open naturally.
It turns out that he was in the sedan the whole time.
For six and a half days, I didn't touch a drop of water or eat a grain of rice, but I was still full of energy and full of strength.
Even if you don't sleep for five or six days in a row, as long as you sit for a quarter of an hour every now and then, you will be as full of energy as a person who has slept soundly all night.
This is a strong man who has truly understood the stage of refining Qi and transforming Qi into spirit. He eats the six Qi and drinks Kangxi, rinses the positive yang and eats the morning glow.
His hair is long and snow-white, and his face is as white as a crown jade. His strange appearance with no eyebrows and beard makes his face look a bit sinister.
But if you look carefully, you will find that this person has deep eyes, a straight nose, and sharp lips. In fact, his facial features can be considered to be of average appearance.
Jiang Dali put down the wine jar in his hand, raised his head and looked at the old man, his eyes flashed with light, and a smile appeared on the corner of his cold mouth: "King Xiaoyao."
The two people looked at each other, as if there was a strange spiritual power that was instantly clashing in the dark, making the surrounding atmosphere seem to fall into an extremely dead silence and depression without realizing it, making many bandits and players dozens of feet away feel nervous.
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It was as if the moment the two people's eyes met, there was no room for anything else in the air, not even a grain of sand.
"Boom"!
A loud thunder shook the entire Black Wind Village.
The strong wind blew up, blowing the rainwater like long whips, and the strong horses in the racecourse at the foot of the mountain jumped and neighed.
The rain suddenly turned from light to heavy, and the solemn and depressing atmosphere seemed to become deeper.
King Xiaoyao put his hands on his back, his eyes were shining with unfathomable brilliance, and he looked at Jiang Dali's majestic face, impeccable and majestic figure and posture with penetrating eyes. He shook his head and praised, "You are the most majestic I have ever seen in my life."
The most intimidating person."
Jiang Dali stood up with a smile, put his hands behind his back and nodded, "You are also the oldest person I have ever met."
Xiaoyao Wang was a man who had been involved in the Jianghu when Zhang Sanfeng was young. He was at least sixty years old at that time.
Now Zhang Sanfeng is over 100 years old, but the Xiaoyao King is still alive. He is about 170 years old at least, which is older than the magician Pang Ban, Tianshan Child Elder, Sweeper Monk and others. Indeed
He is the oldest person he has ever met.
As for Xiang Yutian and Dini, who only exist in the form of souls, they can no longer be called complete human beings, so there is no need to mention them again.
King Xiaoyao looked at Jiang Dali in surprise, a rare smile appeared on his arrogant and cold lips and said, "The master of Black Wind Village, do you think that I, King Xiaoyao, am too old to fight with you?"
Jiang Dali shook his head and said, "I'm just wondering about your motive for fighting me, King Xiaoyao. The Six Righteous Sects alone can't mobilize you."
"motivation......"
King Xiaoyao smiled, looked up at the sky, and suddenly dispersed the energy all over his body, allowing the cold rain to hit him.
The rainwater flowed down his neck and onto his face and chest, making him feel happy and lethargic and ready to fight for the road at any time.
Ever since he was defeated by Zhang Sanfeng a hundred years ago, everyone in the world only thought that he was crazy.
Only he himself knows that he is not crazy. The so-called madness is only something that others cannot see through.
He returned to his nature in a crazy manner, giving up all honor, disgrace and utilitarian reputation, and only pursued the highest and strongest strength.
He never sleeps for more than an hour every day, and the time he spares is used to fight against the sky, the earth, and himself, and his strength increases by leaps and bounds.
Until some time ago, he suddenly felt that his strength had reached a bottleneck and it was difficult to improve, and there were only two ways to break through the bottleneck.
The first is to defeat Zhang Sanfeng and break through the deepest nightmare and fetters in his heart.
The second is to obtain majestic luck, use the general trend to forcibly gather the energy and spirit in the body, and break through to the true state with the gathering of three flowers.
The first way is very simple.
The second method: Looking at the entire vassal kingdom, there are only a few people with the most luck in the weather nowadays, and Jiang Dali, the leader of Heifeng Village, is one of them.
And the opponent's strength is indeed the most likely opponent among the vassal states to match him and help him break through in the human realm. It would be difficult for anyone else to give him the pleasure of a fierce battle.
"I see. It turns out that I have been regarded as a springboard or stepping stone by you."
Jiang Dali nodded slightly and understood the purpose of King Xiaoyao's visit.
The silent dialogue between the two people seemed inexplicable to those watching from a distance.
In fact, only both parties know clearly, and everything is kept secret.
All communication between the two has been completed mentally.
King Xiaoyao has reached the peak state of the Heavenly Realm in spirit, energy and spirit. He only needs the three elements to return to one, which is what martial arts practitioners call the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, before he can break through to the Return to True Realm.
However, this move carries great risks for any martial arts practitioner. If there is a slight mistake, he will become an idiot at worst, or die suddenly on the spot. Not to mention that people like Xiaoyao Wang who still have Zhang Sanfeng as the nightmare demon in their hearts are very likely to
When I break through, my inner demons invade me and I become possessed.
Therefore, King Xiaoyao thought of seizing luck to help him break through.
People with great luck are naturally full of strong confidence, and if they have good luck, they will be able to avoid disasters. Of course, they will be like a yellow dragon, destroying everything, without any disadvantage.
Rather than directly challenging Zhang Sanfeng to crush this nightmare, it is undoubtedly the most correct choice to defeat Jiang Dali first and take away his accumulated majestic luck, so as to break through to the realm of return to truth, and then challenge Zhang Sanfeng.
Therefore, Jiang Dali is now regarded as a springboard.
King Xiaoyao lowered his head, and his face returned to its calm expression. He glanced at the Soaring Dragon Land not far away, then looked at Jiang Dali and said calmly, "I am here today, and I want to fight for the sake of the leader of Heifeng Village.
Complete."
"Although my leader has lived less than half of your life, he has experienced many life and death battles. If you want to fight, you must be prepared to be beaten to death by my leader."
As Jiang Dali spoke, his eyes suddenly shot out with a sharp light filled with evil intent. His divine will locked the King of Xiaoyao invisibly and tangibly, entangling him and the other party like a spider thread. Through this invisible spider thread, one could easily sense
All the martial arts changes from King Xiaoyao.
This is clearly the core and essence of the Immortal Seal.
This sect was obtained from Xu Ziling's heaven-level secret art created by the evil king. Jiang Dali has practiced to the level of returning to his original nature in the 9th realm. He can be said to be the most proficient in this martial arts among the people in the world.
Through this, you can know yourself and the enemy, fight a hundred battles without danger, and reach the subtle state of spiritually knowing the enemy.
However, just when he sensed the vast and majestic Qi in King Xiaoyao's body, he also sensed that the other party's spirit was spreading out like silk threads. Among them, there were four four-thread-like spirits, which were actually connected with each other.
The four bearers who were still carrying the sedan were connected.
Before he had time to think about this strange scene, the four bearers shouted loudly in unison, their originally dull eyes brightened, and a mental storm erupted like a storm that struck from all directions.
This sudden change caused the invisible connection between Jiang Dali to form with the help of the Immortal Seal. He could no longer follow the mental changes of King Xiaoyao.
King Xiaoyao smiled faintly and said, "This should be the Immortality Seal created by Shi Zhixuan, the evil king of Butian Pavilion of the Demon Sect. It is an illusion that confuses the enemy, fools the enemy, and ultimately defeats the enemy. Unexpectedly,
You can actually cultivate it to this level.
However, although this kind of martial arts is exquisite, it is just child's play for me, King Xiaoyao. The sealing method only fools my senses at a low level, but it is difficult to affect my already crystal clear and untroubled mind."
Jiang Dali snorted coldly and said, "Do you already think that you have completely defeated Zhang Sanfeng?"
King Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed, and a fleeting flaw suddenly appeared in his mind.
Almost at that moment, Jiang Dali's eyes shone brightly, and the spiritual invasion of the Immortal Seal reached its peak. His body stomped on the ground with a bang, and he jumped out of the pavilion like a tiger and a wolf, with his five fingers forming a sword.
Like, suddenly slashed out with one knife!
Click!!
A bolt of lightning also happened at the right time, piercing the void above Jiang Dali's head.
The electric light cut through the surrounding dim sky and earth, showing the many trees on Black Wind Mountain swaying wildly in the storm that whipped like whips from all directions.
Murderous intent is everywhere - sword energy is raging -
The snow-white eyebrowless face of King Xiaoyao looked even more terrifying under the light of the lightning sword, like a ghost...
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