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Facing the Ming Dynasty, surrounded by the two Liuxiang masters, the patriarch of the Ming family, Pei Yuan still looked calm, and pointed the lovesickness knife obliquely at the sky.
Sand and gravel are flying all over the sky.
Ming Shi squinted his eyes, staring at the Acacia Knife in Pei Yuan's palm with fear.
The weird and mysterious secret technique, coupled with this magical weapon that can enhance the combat power, all show that the opponent has an extraordinary background, and at the same time make the battle situation confusing again.
The smoke and dust dispersed, covering the trembling figure of the ancestor of the Ming family. The ancestor of the Ming family coughed uncontrollably, his figure blurred for a moment, and disappeared again.
However, Pei Yuan's mind was raised to the limit, and he sensed that in the shadows around him, an extremely imperceptible qi was cruising quickly, left and right, up and down, erratic and elusive like a ghost.
Ming Shi snorted coldly, strode out, and swung his fist!
The tyrannical will merged into the front of the fist, and it attacked Pei Yuan like a comet, and the rest of the warriors also moved together, and the killer move fell out.
The knife light lit up and soared to the sky, exploding a string of thunder and fire, and dazzling electric light pierced the sky.
? Thunderbolt!
Ming Shi and the others saw the thunder in front of them, and the hot and blooming electric fire neutralized their attacks, and at the same time involved a Sixiang warrior, tearing them to pieces in the blink of an eye.
Constructing meritorious deeds with one sword, Pei Yuan did not hold back his hand, and shot with his body, with the magic sword in his hand, the shadow of the sword turned into thousands of paths and enveloped Ming Shi and others.
The two sides fought into a ball in an instant, and it was just a breathless confrontation, and Ming Shi's complexion changed drastically.
The difference between the opponent with a sword and without a sword is too great. If the two were still evenly matched before, then Pei Yuan, who is holding a sword, has almost surpassed him by a level in terms of combat power.
In the eyes of the Ming Dynasty, even if this level of combat power is not as good as Qixiang, it may not be much worse.
Swish! Swish!
Three times in a row, he slashed out simply, one slashed at Ming Shi's head, one went to his chest, and the other slammed into the ground.
With Pei Yuan's current cultivation base, he can strike hundreds of thousands of times with just one breath. It is conceivable that the speed of these three sabers is fast. A long and narrow cut was opened with a knife, and the bone was visible deep.
Immediately after the ground trembled violently, an invisible aura broke through the ground, and instantly turned into an indestructible sword aura, cutting towards Mingshi's legs from bottom to top.
This blow was like lightning, and Ming Shi was already unable to avoid it. With a snarl, he punched the ground, his fist collided with the saber air, and the next moment, one palm was twisted to a bloody mess, the skin was torn apart, exposing the bloody phalanx.
Ming Shi let out a muffled snort, as if he didn't feel any pain, he put his hands together in front of his chest, a surge of fists swept all directions and suppressed the four poles.
The sixth style of Daming Wangquan, Zhenshanhe!
Whoops!
While Mingshi used the unique trick of pressing the bottom of the box, the ancestor of the Ming family who was hiding in the shadows and kept wandering also moved.
In fact, this old man who has lived for 180 years, looks like he can be blown down by a gust of wind, and kicks his legs anytime and anywhere is the biggest threat to Pei Yuan.
A sword pierced out.
There wasn't even the slightest fluctuation in the air flow, and even the sound of the wind that was blowing around was stagnant. The sand and dust were frozen in mid-air by the invisible aura, and even Pei Yuan's body froze.
Wusheng Six Swords!
This is the swordsmanship practiced by the ancestor of the Ming family, and it burst out all at once, with six consecutive swords, intending to defeat Pei Yuan directly.
The six swords of 'Wusheng', 'Bloodthirsty', 'Revenant', 'Chasing Life', 'Jie Kong', and 'Returning to Dust' are unleashed. Each sword has thousands of changes in the follow-up, which is extremely complicated, but It can be combined into one sword anytime, anywhere.
The punch of "Zhen Shanhe" in the Ming Dynasty also reached Pei Yuan's forehead, and the punch was surrounded by six images, with majestic vigor, such a punch could smash even a copper wall and an iron wall.
A shot is a lore.
Although Mingshi is full of greed for Pei Yuan's so-called 'secret method', he also knows that in this life-and-death confrontation, there is no room for hesitation.
The two Liuxiang masters formed a siege, trapping Pei Yuan in the midst of it, with sharp swords and domineering fists, like a net of heaven and earth, leaving him nowhere to escape.
Holding the saber in his hand, Pei Yuan poured his spirit into the body of the saber, faintly agreeing with the Acacia Dao, following his deep understanding, he swung the saber out.
Under this knife, the violent fist and fierce sword energy suddenly turned into a breeze and bright moon, and were swept away.
The ancestor of the Ming family's eyes turned cold, how experienced he is in fighting,??, the mist was dense, and the three ethereal characters of "Hunyuan Palace" were looming.
"Ahem!" The patriarch of the Ming family coughed up another mouthful of blood, which immediately attracted the attention of many Hunyuan Palace disciples, who all cast their surprised eyes.
A handsome young man cupped his hands and said, "Mr., may I ask who you are?"
The patriarch of the Ming family didn't answer, and opened his mouth to drink: "Brother Lian Chengzi, head of Tianfeng, old friend is visiting, please meet me."
The sound spread like a wave, resounding through the mountains.
Many Hunyuan Palace disciples changed their colors, and looked at the ancestors of the Ming family with hesitant eyes.
The current head of Hunyuan Palace is called Tianfeng, and Lian Chengzi is three generations older than Tianfeng. He is considered the ancestor of Hunyuan Palace. This person actually calls Lian Chengzi a 'Brother Taoist'. What is his identity? ? Why do you look like you're dying?
After a while, an ethereal and grand voice came from above the mountain peak: "It is a great joy to have a friend coming from afar. Fellow Daoist Mingfeng, please come in."
While speaking, a big hand with real strength suddenly stretched out from the top of Yunfeng, and with a random grab, the fog was torn apart, leaving a wide avenue.
The patriarch of the Ming family 'Ming Feng' took a deep breath and stepped inside.
Ming Feng walked up the Wuqi Avenue, passing through many palaces and terraces, until he stopped in front of an ordinary thatched hut deep in the mountains.
There are two people in the thatched cottage, one of them is dressed in feathers and has a high crown, chic and elegant, with a calm appearance, like a great Confucian who sees through the world.
This person is Tianfeng, the head of Hunyuan Palace.
The other person sat cross-legged, with sword-like eyebrows and star-eyed eyes, as rich as jade, just like a young man under twenty years old.
Seeing this scene, Ming Feng shrank his pupils, and said, "I haven't seen you for many years, but Daoist Brother Lian Chengzi still has the same demeanor. Congratulations."
The young man chuckled, glanced at Mingfeng, and said, "It's true that we haven't seen each other for many years. The last time we met was fifty years ago, right? Fellow Daoist Mingfeng, if you have nothing to do, go to the Three Treasures Hall. You come here today." , why?"
"Besides, you have suffered a great loss of vitality, and you have this injury Who did you fight with?"
Lian Chengzi pointed to the wounds on Ming Fengzhou's body, bent his fingers, and a drop of blood flew out. Ming Feng didn't stop it, and when the drop of blood fell into Lian Chengzi's palm, he sensed it intently, and his expression gradually became serious.
"What a strong saber intent, what a sharp saber aura!"
Ming Feng simply sat on the ground, facing Lian Chengzi, and said: "Brother Lian Chengzi, my Ming family is in trouble, but this time we need your help!"
Having said that, let's briefly talk about Pei Yuan breaking into Ming City and sweeping the whole city one by one.
"Wanxiangzong?" Lian Chengzi pinched his fingers, and the drop of blood froze into ice, cracked and scattered, he still had a smile on his face, and said calmly: "This saber intent is so powerful, even if I probe Some palpitations, brother Mingfeng, I did owe you some favors in the past, but it¡¯s not enough to provoke someone of this level.¡±
"I will give you a reason why you have to take action." Ming Feng's eyes were calm.
"Oh?" Lian Chengzi frowned.
When Ming Feng pressed his palm in the void, the air flow surged and the five colors changed, instantly manifesting the illusions of Pei Yuan fighting him and Ming Shi.
Tianfeng looked at Lian Chengzi casually at first, but after a while, his expression became more and more serious.
"An image?"
"Can a mere elephant display such combat power?"
"There is also that magic knife, which is also a rare treasure."
Lian Chengzi, Tianfeng's eyes flickered, his thoughts turned sharply, while Mingfeng coughed several times, clapped his palms, and the layers of illusion dissipated. He looked at the two people opposite him and said, "Is this reason enough?"
"Very good, Fellow Daoist Mingfeng, you have indeed sent me a great gift! But with the strength shown by this person, even I am not fully sure to capture him, and I have to make some arrangements to be sure."
Lian Chengzi said lightly
Heifengyu, Fengzhou.
Of the twelve prefectures in the Heifeng Region, Fengzhou ranks first, not only has the largest population, but is also the most prosperous.
This state is the place where the Great Sage Black Wind sits.
In a resplendent and resplendent palace, like a golden palace on the ground, many beauties danced lightly, surrounded by many masters, sitting on the head was a majestic man with a wanton expression, laughing and laughing.
The big man gulped down the fine wine, and suddenly waved his hand, the vocal music below stopped, and the beauties dispersed.
Whoosh!
A yellow shadow pierced through the air, and a Qingji bird hung in the center of the hall, staring at him with a pair of bright eyes, and clutching a scroll of silk books under Qingji bird's feet.
The big man muttered, took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a pill and threw it over, Qingjiniao swallowed it in one gulp, then screamed, dropped the silk book, and walked away through the air.
The big man photographed the silk script, but on the top of the silk script were the five characters of "Ten Regions Wind and Cloud Records", which recorded some events that happened in the Ten Regions in recent times.
He flipped through the pages casually, and suddenly his eyes focused on one of the messages.
"Huh? I didn't expect such a character to appear under my command. It's a bit interesting. Anyway, I haven't set off for a long time, so I might as well go and have a look."
This big man laughed, his identity is not simple, he is one of the twelve patrol envoys seated by the Great Sage of Black Wind, Chu Jiulong!With a volume of silk books.
The big man muttered, took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a pill and threw it over, Qingjiniao swallowed it in one gulp, then screamed, dropped the silk book, and walked away through the air.
The big man photographed the silk script, but on the top of the silk script were the five characters of "Ten Regions Wind and Cloud Records", which recorded some events that happened in the Ten Regions in recent times.
He flipped through the pages casually, and suddenly his eyes focused on one of the messages.
"Huh? I didn't expect such a character to appear under my command. It's a bit interesting. Anyway, I haven't set off for a long time, so I might as well go and have a look."
This big man laughed. His identity is not simple. He is one of the twelve patrol envoys seated by the Great Sage of Black Wind, Chu Jiulong. - 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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