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The green-robed man comfortably held the oil-paper umbrella in his left hand. Drops of raindrops slid down from the umbrella in strings, like a loose bead curtain, slightly covering his face. Only the pale temples stood out with the vicissitudes of time. .
But at this moment, under the reflection of Wu Hengjian's sight and other senses, apart from this umbrella, this person, there is nothing else between heaven and earth. Stains, the dark clouds and the long street disappeared at the same time, falling into the void, leaving only darkness.
Dong dong dong, dong dong, Wu Hengjian's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, like a drum beating, arousing an indescribable sense of danger.
The green-robed man in front of him is terrifying!
Very scary!
Similar thoughts frantically echoed in Wu Hengjian's mind, and he felt that this was the strongest enemy he had ever encountered in his life!
It's not that he has never met a master in the past, but he has never been hostile. I don't know if he feels the same way when facing the oppression of a master. The resulting pressure is much stronger.
The blood rushed back to the heart quickly, and was spurted out again. Wu Hengjian faintly felt his hands and feet go weak, and negative thoughts that he couldn't resist suddenly rose in his heart, and he couldn't arouse the slightest desire to fight.
Does just the suppression of momentum and heart put oneself on the verge of failure? After all, Wu Hengjian was also an exterior scene, with rich experience, and tried his best to get rid of this influence.
Suddenly, the green-robed figure in his pupils grew rapidly, filling his vision, as if floating in front of him in an instant, and then he held an umbrella in his left hand and stretched forward with his right hand.
This palm is pure white, shining brightly, slender and powerful, slashing obliquely like a sword.
With this slash, Wu Hengjian's senses recovered strangely, the sound of clattering hits the ear, the heavy rain splashing mist shines on the eyes, the wide and long street is covered with a layer of stagnant water, cleaning the stone slabs, and connecting the houses on both sides .
But everything is so slow, the heavy rain is like sticky honey, falling little by little, the water mist is like a dying old man, expanding a little bit, and the interval of the clattering sound is very long, which makes people fall asleep.
The slow nature, the slow world, the slow body and feelings, they are so harmonious that Wu Hengjian couldn't tell if it was wrong, but the right palm that slashed diagonally maintained a normal speed, making the "slowness" stand out and spooky.
Through observation, imitate the palm of Jian Ersan's surface qi movement route!
Of course, it's just Jiang Zhiwei's improved and weakened version.
Of course, it's only superficial.
Obviously it is slow, but it is actually an illusion. The essence is the derived palm technique of "Seven Illusions of Immortality" driven by the core true meaning of Ananda's saber-breaking technique!
how so? How could there be such a palm technique? Wu Hengjian's thinking was sluggish, as if he could only sit and wait for death, watching this palm slash on the top of his head, he felt a sense of danger in his heart, it was the only time in his life, and he felt that the man in green robe in front of him was like a god and a demon!
After all, he didn't wait for nothing. At the very moment, he forcibly raised his hands, in a swallowing gesture, opened his mouth, the darkness highlighted, and he spun rapidly.
Then, he took a deep breath.
Immediately, the vitality of heaven and earth, and the strength of the palm of the rain, were all poured into his mouth, his body, and his hands, as if all the rivers were returning to the sea, and they were eloquent.
The rain curtain was torn apart, the strength of the palm was destroyed, the long street was like a whirlwind, and everything was involved, and Wu Hengjian was the core and source of the whirlwind!
The hallucination disappeared, and Wu Hengjian could see the sky and the earth clearly, the scattered dark clouds and heavy rain, and also the man in the green robe holding the oil-paper umbrella at the entrance of the alley in the distance. Refined and vicissitudes of life, standing there quietly, it seems that he has never made a move just now.
At this moment, he saw Meng Qi take a leisurely step, and the movement and stillness gave people a wonderful feeling, as if one step beyond the sea of ??suffering, one step to the other shore, and appeared directly in front of him, with a light palm slap, completely ignoring the swallowing of the whale. potential and the "gloomy" suction that spreads around.
This palm didn't have palm wind, didn't send out palm strength, and didn't even move the world, it just fluttered down like a leaf.
But Wu Hengjian's pupils contracted rapidly, and he couldn't restrain his senses more than before, because this palm seemed to be opened simply, but in fact he couldn't grasp the law at all, it seemed to be everywhere, and it seemed to be nowhere, and he didn't know How to block, how to defend, how to hide!
In the sky and in the world, I am the only one, everywhere and everywhere!
Even if he is not a Buddha, Wu Hengjian has tasted the deep Zen contained in the palm, as well as the terrible and depraved filth that kills all things. They are wonderfully connected in Zen, neither the other nor the other. This is not each other!
Palm and I are the same!
&nbbsp; Wu Hengjian answered after thinking: "I have met the elders of the Tie family of the Zhu family and the elders of the Yun family in the past few days. Be vigilant, you shouldn't miss it"
"Then who knows where you are hiding?" He Jiu still looked confident and steady.
"The thirteenth master of the Yun family, Miss Yunqi, a head of the local boat gang, he is my best friend, and this is the hiding place arranged by him." Wu Hengjian did not show favoritism, and told all the people who knew it.
He Jiu asked questions slowly to help Wu Hengjian sort out his thoughts.
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On the shore of the port, Meng Qi stood in the rainstorm holding an oil-paper umbrella, looking at the boats on the sea from a distance.
"Interesting." He whispered to himself, turned around, stepped slowly into the rain, and disappeared into the mist.
Just now, Wu Hengjian's last dark demon mark is very similar to the demon master he saw back then!
Although they are by no means similar, it can be seen that they are of the same origin!
Is it rumored that someone who entered the devil's tomb earlier than himself and Gu Xiaosang, or is there something else hidden?
Originally, Meng Qi didn't care about the result of this incident, he just wanted to quickly gain trust and get close to the Tao of Su Nu, but unexpectedly, something related to the devil appeared, and it became a bit interesting! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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